/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

Need some feel good ones, sex not necessary. I cant write for shit, can you bros help me out?

>>378745

>bros

No.

>>378759

>first one

Jesus fucking Christ, that's lewd. Gave me a full fucking mast straight away.

Also, considering 3DPD feels the equivalent of 75% of the pleasure from the vagina on her breasts, would fucking a manticore's tailpussy, actual pussy and breasts at the same time drive her fucking wild?

>>378783

breasts is vagina

tail is vagina

hair is vagina

boobs is vagina

even vagina is vagina

>>378783

I think he meant “as her breasts” though I’m curious where he got that number from

>>378759

Thanks

Archive of the last thread

https://archive.fo/KI32x

>>378835

>My first ever greentext got screenshoted and shared.

I feel something strange, something good , guys, what is this feeling?

>Be 8 year old Kiki

>Mama went off to go run errands so I'm with Papa on his day off

>Lunch time comes around and I get hungry

>Papa offers to make me something, and chuckles when I tell him I didn't know he could cook

>He says he can make me something "special"

>I follow him to the kitchen, where he pulls out a bowl full of a dark red liquid with something floating in it

>"What's that, Papa?"

"Chicken livers!", he says with a big smile

>My eyes go wide with fear as I watch him shake the bowl of slimy insides floating in the blackish red stuff

>He chuckles again and tossles my hair and leads me outside to the fire pit

>One by one he pulls out one of the livers and places on a grate thingy before starting the fire

>Once the fire settles, he adds some spring onions and puts the thingy on the hot coals

>When he sits down next to me I loom up him.

>"Are those really livers, Papa?"

"Yup! They're good for ya"

>He laughs when I frown

>I'm really not looking forward to trying these, but Mama always said you never waste food

>After a bit, he flips the livers over, cooking the other side

>He heads inside and grabs a plate once he says they're done, letting them cool off

>He grabs one and holds it out for me to try

>My hand shakes as I grab it and bring it to my face

>The whole time he's looking at me with a big smile

>I sniff it, it smells good! Like smoke, savory onions and sweet cherries!

>I look at the liver, then at Papa, and he gestures me to take a bite

>Nervously, I do

>I blink a few times and take a few more nibbles while Papa shoves a whole one in his mouth

>It's sweet, crispy, smokey and savory, something totally different from what I thought the slimy looking things before would taste like

"Good?"

>"Yeah! Where'd you learn to make these", I ask, tail wagging on its own

"I found the recipe when your mom and I first met. I wanted to impress her and I thought it would remind her of home

>I grab another liver and shove it into my mouth when I see Mama open the back door

>I run over to her with my mouth full of food and give her a big hug, and she hugs me back

<"Oh? You made her those chicken livers I love so much?"

"Yup! And there's still plenty for you, dear"

>Mama sits down next to him and kisses him on the cheek

>I grab another one and hop onto her lap while Mama and Papa talk, it's a good day.

>>378900

Wholesome/10

>Be me, just some guy walking.

>Few months later, found that I'm not a guy all along and that I'm actually a ghost living in the manliest armor everyone has seen, in short Living Armor.

>Why didn't I notice that sooner? Because the mamono kept chasing me and I don't have the time to remove the armor until they got the helmet out of my head.

>Everyone immediately went WTF.

>Realizes I have no idea what a Living Armor does and that I have no clue of what I'm going to do next.

>The mamono became friends and then they begun teaching me.

>Years later…

>Heard the Lescatie is conquered and I decided to look forwards to meeting my friends who joined that conquest…

>Beat…

>When I arrived, I saw some corpses of mamono. I saw my friends's faces among them.

>Realizes no one cares about the corpses as they are too busy fucking each other up.

>VIVA LA REVOLUTION!

>MFW I've won and usurped the Demon King many years later.

>Then suddenly I woke up.

>"Anon, you fell asleep again." said the Fox Waifu.

>WTF is wrong with my head?

>Friend Shoggoth decided to get one of her friends to look on my head.

>Turns out my existence is unstable and that I'm falling apart.

>Slowly pieces of the armor dies off even when feeding time.

>At my last year, I am sitting on the bench in the forest with my mamono friends crying.

>I smiled at them one last time before saying these words. "Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around, and desert you…"

>le dead- jk. Turns out when Living Armors dies, they turn into full ghosts.

>Shrugs about it before deciding to haunt or prank people instead.

>TBH the Lescatie conquest didn't happen for some reason.

>Then I realized something.

>I immediately woke up.

>Dream of a dream. Dreamception.

>MFW still a mamono but a fluffy fox girl.

>I'm touching the fluffy tails… ALL THE FLUFFY TAILS other than mine.

>Everyone is weirded out by my obsession but they shrugged about it.

>>378968

>this machine learning-tier mess

…Tay? Is that you?

>>378983

Tay is forever lost to us anon. Microsoft shall pay for their crimes

I hate to beg but please for the love of god i need wholesome greentext. I cant write for shit but I need my daily dose of happiness.handholding is greatly appreciated

>>379471

Hey, it's the Christmas season. Have a gift.

<"Hey, hey. Hey, Anon, wake up."

>a soft, scaled hand shook your shoulder

>a groan escaped your lips as you attempted to return to the sweet land of dreams you were inhabiting

<"C'mon sleepyhead, you'll miss the good part."

"…Hmmmmm?"

>you cracked your eyes open for a moment to see the bright light of a TV screen a few feet away

>the colors flashed by a little too quickly for your sluggish brain, so you closed the lids shut again

"Five more minutes…"

>the soft, warm pillows on which your face rested were beckoning

<"Oh no you don't. You said that when the movie started and now look where we are."

"But I've seen it a thousand times already."

>well, maybe not a thousand

>but Christmas movies were a yearly tradition, and there are only so many of them

>but the whole thing was really just an excuse for drinking eggnog and cuddling at this point

<"Hey. Hey. Hey. Come oooooonnnnn~."

>incessant light jabs from a small claw repeatedly pressed on your cheek

"Fine, fine."

>you opened your eyes more fully this time, again greeted by the glow of the TV

>it was at a strange angle, sitting on its side like that

<"Goodmooooorning, sleepy."

>the voice sounded from somewhere above you

>above you?

>another clawed poke found its way to your cheek as you turned to face your darling dragon

<"You looked comfy down there, so I let you stay that way."

"It was pretty comfy."

>you gently squeezed the soft thighs your head was resting on

<"Tsk-tsk. Later. The movie's almost over."

>you grudgingly complied, instead sliding your hand over to hers and grasping lightly

>lightly, your thumb ran across her scaled knuckles, occasionally bumping against a small diamond ring on one finger

>the two of you stayed like this, enjoying each others warmth even as the credits scrolled by

Is this what you were looking for?

>be blind anon

>sitting on park bench

>feel the warm spring sun and a breeze across my face

>hear some faint music

>someone playing an acoustic guitar

>grab my cane and slowly feel my way to the music

>when I reach the person playing the music I hear them stop

>a soft, feminine voice asked

<“Can I help you sir?”

>”I was just listening to you play. Do you mind if I have a seat?”

<“Sure, go ahead.”

>she pats the seat next to her and starts strumming again

>i just sit there and listen for a while

>she eventually slows and tells me she has to go

>”You are quite good miss. Will you be here tomorrow?”

<“I come here almost every day to play. Most people just ignore me though.”

>”That is their loss then. What’s your name?”

<“Allie. My name’s Allie.”

>”That’s a beautiful name, for a beautiful lady.”

<“Aren’t you blind? How can you say I’m beautiful ?”

>”I don’t need to see a persons face to know they’re beautiful Miss Allie. Anyone who can play music so sweetly must be beautiful.”.

>she seems to hesitate for a minute

<“What’s your name?”

>”Anon”

<“Thank you Anon. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

>”Have a good day.”

>hear her footsteps slowly fade away

>sit there and think for a few minutes before getting up and walking home

>it’s not far, just up the road from the park.

>next day get up and walk to the park

>sit on a bench until I hear the guitar again

>get up and follow the music

<“Good morning Anon.”

>”Good morning Miss Allie. Do you mind if I have a seat?”

<“Not at all. Have a seat.”

>she slides over and pats the space beside her

>we don’t say much that day

>I just sit there and listen to the music

>it brings back happy memories

>around 2:30 she has to leave

<“I’ve got class today.”

>”Will you be here tomorrow?”

<“Yes. Playing helps me relax before class.”

>”Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”

>hear her walk away as her footsteps fade away

>I sit there for a minute before going home

>we repeat this routine daily for a year

>at first we don’t talk about much

>just say hello and ask how the other is before she starts playing

>she didn’t seem to want to share much

>but she started opening up after a while

>at first it was just little things

>she’d go into more detail about her day than just “it was fine.”

>then she would tell me about what happened in her classes

>more time passed and she talked about why she was in college, what her dreams and her aspirations were

>she wanted to be a music teacher, get married one day, and have a family

>the way she described it all was as beautiful as her music

>though she always seemed to hesitate about something

>I didn’t push her on it

>she’d tell me when she was ready

>I didn’t talk much

>not much to say about me really

>but I enjoyed hearing her talk

>as much as I loved hearing her play

>I didn’t care what she looked like

>to me she was the most beautiful person on Earth

>one day as we were about to part ways I suddenly asked her a question

>I still don’t know why I did, it just came over me

>”Would you like to get some coffee Allie?”

>she froze for a moment and started stammering

<“I uh…well…um I gotta go.”

>she ran off without another word

>”Allie wait!”

>her footsteps fade away

>I was confused. Why’d she run off?

>I waited there an hour in case she came back

>she didn’t

>I went home

>tomorrow we can sort out whatever happened

>I woke up around 10 and went to the park

>I sat down on a bench and waited for Allie to start playing so I could say sorry

>I waited

>and waited

>and waited

>she never came

>she never came to the park again

>I thought I heard her walk past me once

>I called out her name but the only answer was the empty wind

>I gave up after that

>I was alone again

>just like beforeI

>be Allie

>I ran all the way to my apartment

>He was playing with me

>just like everyone did

>he would get my hopes up just to crush them

>nobody thought she was beautiful

>after all, who could like a kitsune without tails?

>I was a freak, and everyone knew it

>I was curled up in a ball in the corner

>I stayed that way for a long time

>eventually I had to get up, I had to restart my routine. Just avoid thinking about it for a while

>moping in self pity wouldn’t get me anywhere

>I didn’t go to the park for at least a couple weeks

>when I did go back I needed to apologize to anon.

>he always listened to me play, thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world

>he listened to me talk about my life without judging me or saying my dream was crazy or that I wouldn’t achieve it

>he even encouraged me at it

>all he did was ask me out for some coffee, and I ran away from him

>As I left my apartment I knew I owed him an apology

>but when I got to the park he wasn’t there

>I still played on the same bench as I usually did. I hoped he would hear me and we could talk

>but he never came

>I played day after day hoping he would come back and I could apologize

>but he never came

>I was alone again

>just like before

2 months later

>be anon

>drinking away my problems

>no family or friends to speak of

>any family I cared about was dead, and the ones that weren’t dead were a bunch of abusive and backstabbing bastards

>and the only person I could call a friend ran off and never wants to see me again

>I somehow managed to screw up again. Just like always

>I’ve accepted this is my lot in life

>alcoholism isn’t the worst way to go at least

>”Bartender! Another drink please.”

>he raises an eyebrow at me but fills up my glass regardless

<”Ease up on the drinks there buddy. You’ll miss the music.”

>”Music eh? Who’s playing?”

<“some college kid. Trying to pay her way through. She’s a pretty good musician.”

>”I’ll think about it.”

>the bartender nodded and walked off to check on the other patrons

>I wasn’t sure I wanted to listen to any music

>it just made me unhappy now

>but I stayed for some reason

>there wasn’t anything better to do anyway

>the bar started to fill up

>I slowly nursed my drink as I waited

>eventually I heard the player step up on the small stage

>I ordered another drink

>I was still somewhat sober and had decided I didn’t want to remember tonight

>then she started playing

>at first I thought I was imagining it

>some kind of hallucination

>but I recognized that voice

>that sweet and beautiful voice

>I recognized the sounds of that guitar

>I wanted to cry

>I almost shouted her name

>but then I remembered

>I wasn’t going to force her to deal with me

>I’ll just listen for a while

>at least I could hear her sing

>I found out she played on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday

>So on those days I would come and listen to her play

>every week, without fail

>one day after Allie had left, I decided to head home early

>I had left the bar and was rounding the corner when someone knocked me over

>trying to find where my cane went and spouting off apologies as I did so

>the girl who knocked me over was also saying she was sorry as she helped me up and grabbed my cane

>then she paused

<“A…Anon?”

>I froze

>”I’m sorry for whatever I said at the park to upset you Allie. I’ll leave you alone now.”

>she seemed surprised at my words

>then she hugged me and started crying

<“No I’m sorry anon. I got scared you were getting my hopes up and you would just leave me or hurt me cause I’ve got no tails.”

>I didn’t know what to do

>I thought she didn’t want me

>I hugged her back

>”I dont care about tails Allie. I told you before you’re a beautiful lady. Anyone who can play music so sweetly must be beautiful.”

<“I felt horrible afterwards, and I tried to play for you but I couldn’t find you and I was terrified I would never get to say I was sorry for doing that to you.”

>she just kept babbling and I wasn’t sure how to handle this

>I just hugged her and patted her back

>”it’s ok”.

>she just needed to be held right now

>we stood there holding each other for a while

>”I missed you Allie.”

>she sniffled

<“I missed you too Anon.”

>she kept hugging me

<“hey anon?”

>”yes?”

<“do you want to go get some coffee with me?”

>I looked at her

>”it would make me the happiest man on Earth Allie.”

>she let me go and kissed me

>her lips were soft like velvet, and her breath smelled like peppermint

>when the kiss ended I just stood there

>I wanted to remember this feeling

>as we started walking I felt Allie grab my arm, and intertwine her hand with mine

>her hand was smooth and gentle

>it felt nice

>I never want to let he go

>>379471

This greentext was gonna be a lot shorter, but it kind of took on a life of its own. Hope you like it

>>379486

Thank you writefag, Merry Christmas and handholding to you too

>>379506

I loved it man 10/10

>>379522

Not bad, not bad

>once upon a time der was a manstergirl

>she fownd a boy

>"pleasse dont raep me munstergirl!" he said

<"tooo bad boy!" she seaid

>then thay had secks

>then they got murried and lived happly ever after

Theend

>>379842

10/10

>>379842

>11/10 would bang

Your story was pretty good too.

>>379842

Bestselling wurm book right there.

10/10 would read again.

>>379897

>>379894

It's "couldn't have"

I'm not sure whether to make this a one-shot or not, but here's a greentext for future farmer anons and Dixieans alike.

>Be me, Anon, happily married to my qt snek waifu.

>We live on my family's farmland here in Dixieland in the same shotgun shack my great-grandfather was born in, working the land, as he and my grandfather once did.

>This land is beautiful, unbelievably so. Green meadows flowing up and down hills and valleys; mixed forests of pines, oaks, cedars, sycamores, and willows; rows upon rows of cornstalks, wheat, cotton, sunflowers; pastureland full of cattle, horses, mules, goats, and pigs, given shelter with a couple of lean-to's and great old trees; and our house, securely protected by two acres of yard and a log fence around the perimeter.

>When I first inherited the house, the house had fallen into serious disrepair. My grandfather was in pretty bad shape for the last couple of years, arthritis and all that, and my grandmother had died the year before he did from metastatic lung cancer. I've given all my eulogizing for their funerals, so I'll be content with saying that they were the toughest two folks I'd ever known, and I'd known quite a few.

>The wood was all rotten, water was dripping on down through the roofing, and there were quite a few holes in the flooring, whence came crawling out all sorts of creepy-crawlies. The furniture was old and decrepit, but there were still a few good bits here and there. The CRT TV, which had been there since the 90's, had a shattered screen, and rats were using it as their lair. Books, VHS tapes, DVDs, and CDs were still shelved somewhat neatly, but many of them suffered from damage of one sort or another. The bed, however, would have been immaculate were it not for the rat excrement all over it.

>I rediscovered quite a few things, like the leather chair I helped make with my dad and grandpa back when I was still a little sucker, and the old manuscripts for the grand novels I planned and wrote when I was an angsty teen, full of stupid cliches and barely legible, but grammatically perfect.

>My waifu and I began our work almost immediately, cleaning up all the trash and crap, exterminating the pests like an Imperial Commissar, removing all the rotten wood, and plugging up the holes for the time being, all in the first day.

>Throughout the rest of the month, we fixed everything up, putting in a new steel roof; an all-new white oak and walnut flooring; pine interior paneling and supports; cedar exterior paneling; and sheets of plywood to bridge any gap and add support to the flooring and paneling.

>As soon as that was done, we got to work with farming, planting crops and scraping together what money we did have to buy a few animals, including a good workhorse, chickens, and two pigs, a hog and a sow. We took the horse to plow, the chickens we took for meat and eggs, and we let the pigs breed until we had a good size herd forming from them.

>We bartered, traded, bought, and sold, for the last year, until we ended up with the prosperous farm we have now.

>Now, as I sit on a little checkerboard blanket, picknicking with my waifu, her belly bulging with our child, I think of all the hard work that my ancestors and I went through to build up this little slice of earthly paradise, I smile.

>I would not trade this quiet, content life for the world.

>>380055

I love it when a story ends with a happy, pregnant waifu

>>380064

That's how a story should always end, unless it ends with her having given birth, in which case that's even better.

There should be a rocky/creed themed story with some karate kid

>guys getting bullied

>actual bullying

>one day he tries fighting back

>gets his shit kicked in

>after his assbeating is over he takes whatever money that wasn't taken from the bullies

>and buys a local gym membership

>almost instantly he starts training

>after a while he tries boxing tournaments

>as a way to test If hes ready to fight the bullies or not

>he loses his first fight, but his fight attracted the attention of a manamo

>manamo decides to coach the guy

>>380122

>buys gym membership

>not pestering the local cranky paladin to train him

Christ, if you're gonna do a karate kid story, do it right. The teacher has to either be an old waifu-less paladin, or something like a, what's the firemouse called again, hiinazumi? Yeah, something like that.

Maybe the paladin was married to a hiinazumi, and that's why he's ao good at martial arts, but now she's gone and he's sorta lost himself

Maybe anon is a mg even, just to put a spin on it.

>>380148

There it is, the perfect story,maybe we should also throw in a romance subplot

>>380275

whats your favorite government and ethics type?

>>380055

>Still living in Cucklanta instead of the New Old South with qt pi hellwan wife and children with a comfy farm and farmhouse

Oh how I wish I was in the land of cotton….

>>380281

Usually, I stayed with fanatic materalist/ xenophobe. But with the new expansion out, I've been playing has the megacorps, which I made Amazon with literal wage slaves and the church of scientology.

>>380287

Interesting. Usually I go xenophobic with either fanatic authoritarian or militarist. The Intelligent trait matches fanatic materialist for the research speed and I like the extra influence from authoritarian and decreased cost from militarist is nice

>>380290

My main thing was to try to out tech every by having fan materalist + intelligent, essentially having double research and then start going down the synth ascension. Too bad robots got nerfed because the one dev managed to become a mid-game crisis.

>>380292

i soured on robots back before they brought in the contingency. Having the risk of all your robots forming their own splinter empire was not something I wanted to deal with. Been wary of them even after they changed the crisis. Though doing fanatic materialist, intelligent, and the brain slug event if you can manage to get it would give you an insane 30% research speed as well as an extra 10% unity iirc. But you do miss out on the psionic stuff with materialist

>>380293

**It's not like your locked out of psionic if you do choose materialist, it's just harder to get the tech then if you were spiritualist. The robot rebellion thing was only an issue if you didn't give your robutts free rights, which was something I always did. Although I can understand the contingency.

>>380296

I usually have my robots equal rights as well but it seems just about every other empire did not. There were constant uprisings that I had to deal with. You’re right about nit being locked out of psionics i just prefer to not have to worry about it

>>380561

>Merle wasn't happy with the take, looking at the meager sack of coins in her hand.

>”Only five hundred…” She complained.

>”Five hundred isn't bad for a single vase.” You stated, looking at your own sack of two hundred and fifty coins.

>”I thought I'd be rich after this.” She sighed and put her coins away.

>With a deep breath and a stretch, she turned to you.

>”You know we make a good team. What with my genius and your muscle.”

>”I'm just the muscle?” You ask.

>”Don't worry about it.” Merle reassured. “But what do you say becoming my employee?”

>”I'm fine with just business partner.”

>Merle laughed and then offered a hand, which you shook. “Sounds fine by me.”

>>378787

T. Alan Watts

>>381337

>mfw I tried to keep the girlfriend vague so people could insert whichever mg they liked into the spot, but instead it makes it look as though the girlfriend is /human/

>>381340

Such is the hard lot of a writefag. You want to cast the net as far as possible for /monster/, but not too far outside. In my opinion picking an MG is always better, as it opens up the story to finer details and gives the characters depth; a nameless, faceless, unidentifiable character is not much of a character at all. The exercise of restricting yourself in the context of the story is also great writing practice. You can pick the MG first and write to best emphasize the girl, or you can start with a vague outline and pick the MG that best fits, and continue from there. Keep it up though, you have a good grasp on what would make for an interesting story.

>>381340

I have a favorite girl, a bunch of others I like, and some I dislike. As long as the story isn't about the latter category, I don't really care about the species of the girl.

>>381341

>mfw I spin a figurative roulette when I need a species

>mfw I have no face

polite sage for being a non contributing twat

>>381344

Which girls do you dislike onibro?

>>381345

What all do you have on the roulette?

>>381368

Vamp mosquito, devil bug, matango, humpty egg, the siths, shogs, anything that ends in a harem, and anything that ends with you getting turned into something nonhumanoid. Pretty standard dislikes for the most part.

>be 16 year old anon

>taking my little sister to the park

>she can be annoying at times but I still love her

>dad said she needed to spend some time outside

>”she’s going to turn into a troll if she keeps hiding in her room all day”

>personally I didn’t see the problem with it

>I spend all day inside helping mom in the tailoring shop

>but I guessed it couldn’t hurt to get some fresh air

>besides, I might get lucky and meet a girl

>so I agreed to take Abby to the park

>it was a really beautiful day

>people were enjoying the park

>a man was listening to a woman play the guitar

>and a group of kids were taking turns on a gameboy

>and…my sister was was hanging upside down on the swings

>”what are you doing Abby?”

<“what does it look like I’m doing?”

>”there’s no need for attitude sis, why are you upside down?”

<“because I want to be.”

>”Ok, but why do you want to be upside down?”

<“I just told you why. Now leave me alone.”

>”can you tell me what’s wrong at least Abby?”

<“no. Now go away.”

>”alright. I’ll be sitting on that bench if you need me.”

>I walked off and left her to do…whatever it is she wanted to do

>she has been acting weird lately

>especially around mom

>whenever mom brings up her helping in the tailors shop she gets agitated

>she would find an excuse to leave the room or change the subject

>she’d go hide in her room for a while afterwards

>I don’t know why she does, She’d be a natural at it

>maybe it’s just hormones or something

>she did turn 13 a few months ago

>but something told me that wasn’t what was bothering her

>until she said anything about it I couldn’t help her

>all I can do is wait until she’s ready to tell me

>after about an hour Abby came up to me and told me she wanted to leave

>I was a little surprised

>I had expected her to stay all day

>I was actually a little relieved she didn’t

>though she did have a small request

<“I want to make a stop on the way home”

>”stop where?”

<“I’ll show you when we get there”

>she wouldn’t say anything else about where so I gave up asking

>I’d just have to see where she stopped

>”lead the way little sis”

>I gave a small half bow which got a little smile out of her

>that was good, hopefully she would be back to normal once we got home

>as we walked and got closer to home I started to wonder where she could possibly stop

>of course my mind went to the worst possible things I could imagine

>when we were about a block from home she finally stopped and went inside a store

1/2

>to my surprise, and eternal relief, it was only a paint shop

>though I was confused

>why would she come to a paint shop? She wasn’t an artist

>the smell of paint, ink, and modeling clay met me when I entered

>Abby was talking to a middle aged man at the counter

<“has my package come in Mr. Robert?”

>”Yes it has, let me go to the back and get it”

>the man, Mr. Robert, went into the back room and left me and Abby alone

>”what did you get Abby?”

<“I bought an art easel. I’ve been saving up my allowance.”

>she seemed rather proud of that statement.

>”I didn’t know you liked art, are you any good?”

>at that moment Robert decided to come back with the package

>”Is she good at art? That’s like asking if the sky is blue! If you listen to my wife she’s the next Sandro Botticelli!”

>”that’s high praise indeed”

>of course I had no idea who that actually was

>Abby seemed to realize this and rolled her eyes at me

<“come on, let’s go before you embarrass me”

>Robert laughed at that and told us to have a good day

>we waved goodbye and went home

>when we got home I wanted to see her work

>Abby was reluctant, almost embarrassed, but she relented and let me into her room

>she kept her drawings hidden under her bed

>but Robert wasn’t kidding, she was good

>and none of that abstract, postmodern crap

>this was real art

>granted most of them were landscape or scenery but it was really good

<“I’ve always wanted to be an artist. I hate it when mom just assumes I’m going to be a tailor.”

>”have you told her?”

>Abby fidgeted a bit and hesitated before answering

<“no.”

>”well let’s tell her now.”

>I grabbed her hand and pulled her down stairs

<“wait a minute now, what if she gets angry or something?”

>”she won’t Abby.”

>mom was in the living room when Abby and I came downstairs

>she looked up when she heard Abby struggling and saw the drawing in my hand

>I showed it to her as Abby just put her head in her hands

>mom just looked at me with a quizzical expression

<“this is nice sweetheart, where did you get it from?”

>I nudged Abby a bit, and she lifted her head up

>”tell her Abby”

>she was a little hesitant but took a step forward

<“I uh- I drew that”

>mom smiled and said that it was excellent before abby continued

<“and uh, I want to be an artist. Not a tailor”

>that made mom pause for a minute

>Abby put her head back in her hands and waited for the freak out she knew was coming

>mom surprised abby by hugging her

<“sweetheart why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

>Abby seemed shocked for a second before she started crying

<“I was scared you would get angry and that you wouldn’t support me”

>mom just kept hugging her and patting her head

<“sweetheart you’re my baby girl. I’ll always support you. Whether you’re an artist or a tailor I’ll never stop loving you”

>Abby started crying harder and hugged mom tighter

<“I love you mom”

<“I love you too sweetheart”

2/2

pls rate

>>381415

There was no monster girl in it. Was the little sister slowly turning into a leanan sidhe?

>>381414

>>381415

wholesome, but pretty generic, also no MGs?

>>381418

>>381417

They were both Arachnei have committed ultimate shame as a writer. I forgot to describe one of the main characters

Ok, I'll try my hand at greentext stories, ive only evern made like one but fuck it, right?

>be me, just a broke college kid who's got a pretty good idea of what i want to do

>its about 2 in the afternoon on a Saturday when the DOTR happens, and im just walking calmly on a nature trail, like an oblivious idiot

>hear some trees creaking but don't hear any wind, and the brids are still singing, so there is nothing I have to worry about in terms of large animals or rabbid druggies

>approach a grove of birch trees and get my knife out

>collect some fungus to use for tea, and a few small branches for kindle

>immediately after that hear noise

<what do you think you're doing?

>turn around

>see no one

"Who's there? I was getting some kindling."

>no response

>grab a branch on the ground and make my way to a barren patch of ground, where i usually have fires

>get the fire started and hear the same voice again, this time panicked

<STOP STOP YOU'RE GONNA KILL THEM!

>i was getting pretty annoyed at this point so after i put it out i stood up

"Ok come out and let me see you, this is getting old."

<alright, just keep the knife away

>then she stepped out from the trees, as if she was part of them, and based on her attire, she probably was

"Well that wasn't so hard, see-"

>roots from the ground are wrapped around my ankles, and are pretty tight

>grab my knife, but i have another root get to my hand before i can

>immediately after that another is around my left hand

<did you think i would let you go so easy?

>thorny branch tears my shirt and half of my pants off

<you took my wood, now i get yours

1/2

>>381559

8 years later

>sitting in cabin with my pregnant dryad waifu

>we have 6 children and another on the way

>i work as a conservationist and with the help of my wife, Anastasia, we have done more for forestry efforts in the last 5 years than any individual has ever done before

>life is good

Feedback appreciated

>>381579

I had to

>be me, 20 something year old single guy who rarely goes out appart from the occasional gym trip

>wake up in the middle of the night to the loudest noise ive ever heard

>fire alarms are going off, and theres smoke starting to flood my room

>get out as fast ass possible and go to the stairs

>I live on the third floor of my apartment, so the only mamonos that bother me live on my floor

>hence why i dont leave much

>as i get close to the stairwell, i see there is fire down below, so that option is out

>wait what is that?

>theres a lamia girl hanging on to some pipes about 12 feel below me

>she cant move her tail up any further, so shes stuck

>oh shit gotta think gotta think

>dont think and nearly fall hopping over the rail above the stairwell

>hanging onto the top isnt close enough, gotta get further

>climb down a bit and get near the pipes

>hook legs into the space between the pipes and the wall, good thing im skinny

>now for the hard part, and its not cooling off here

>lean upside down in the most painfull but effective way possible

"Grab my hand! Use your tail!"

<O-Okay!

>she swings

>and misses

"You gotta get my hands, we dont have much time!"

>lots of smoke, but good ventilation so i can still breath

"I've got you, and i wont let go. Not until we are safe."

>she swings again

>shes got me

>pull up enough tail to wrap around my arm and try to pull her up some more

>its not working too great, but it is slowly getting her out with the help of her tail

>grab her by the waist and move her above me

>legs stuck

>pain nearly unbearable

"I can't get free! Get out!"

<I'm not going to leave you! You said you wouldnt let go!

>she wraps snake half around me, and tries to pull a bit

>nothing but more intense pain

>shit everything is dark, too much smoke inhalation

>last thing I hear is a loud poping noise

>>381989

>wake up in hospital, freakout a bit before realizing

>feel hand around mine as i see her

>that lamia woman I saved

>she hadn't been sleeping well, and even I could tell

>notice cast around her left arm

"Why didn't you just leave me? Look at what happened to you."

<im alright

>stretch my legs

>somethings not right

>look under blankets

>right at the knee, both legs are gone, and are wrapped in bandages for now

>look back at her

>she's crying, and holding your hand tightly

<Please… I-I'm so sorry.

>reach up

>wipe away her tears

>she is obviously shocked by this act of compassion

>bring her close

"I'll forgive you, if you tell me your name."

>with a few tears in her eyes she looks into mine, still surprised

<Maria. My name is Maria

>smile and shift to get up

"Maria, thank you, for saving my life."

>kiss her

>>381990

>the next few years were a blur of interviews and requests for more

>we were "star struck lovers" said one local station

>some guy even approached us for an opportunity to be in his book about the "Trials of Love" or something like that

>we turned him down, of course because we were about to add a new chapter to our own book

>after the incident with the building, I'm up for anything

This is the second length greentext ive made so I would appreciate some (you)s

>>381994

It was still, nice. Just proof read before you post.

>Be a Succubus.

>Flying home from the grocery, giggling to myself.

>My husbando has been really stressed lately, but won't tell me why, so I got some things together to make one of his favorite meals(he's so sweet, he says almost anything I cook for him is his favorite)

>I land in front of the door, but instead of the TV blaring, I hear him shouting and swearing.

>"GOD! FUCKING! DAMN IT!"

>From the way he's enunciating his curses, he's trying to take his frustrations out on his punching bag in the garage.

>I shut my eyes and breathe in deeply, it must be bad.

>I set the groceries down on the kitchen counter and steel myself.

>"Rotten! Stupid! Motherfucker!"

>I knock on the door before opening it, and there I see him, covered in sweat and wailing on the bag.

>There isn't any technique to his strikes, no timing, just raw punching.

>He punches the bag a couple more times, shouting incoherently and throws off his gloves, his knuckles are raw.

<"Honey?"

>He pants and looks up at me, exasperated, and forces a weak smile.

>"Hi, Kelly"

<"Can you tell me what's bothering you?"

>He sighs and breaks eye contact, his steely blue eyes looking down at the ground.

>"It's….. ah don't worry about it. Did you find what you needed at the store?"

<"Dear, please don't change the subject, you've been brooding for days and I don't like seeing you this way"

>"And I don't wanna bother you with my problems"

>I bite the inside of my lip a little to give myself a chance to temper my words. He's still angry and I don't want to feed into that.

<"Alright… Well if you wanna get cleaned up, I'll get started on dinner. I'm making spaghetti!"

>"Cool", he says, grabbing a nearby towel and following me inside.

>I can't help but grimace after he walks past, we've known each other too long for him to easily fall for my ways to get him to let his guard down, not easily anyway.

>It hurts, but not because I think he doesn't trust me.

>I knew he was stubborn and proud when we first met, but he's still the man I love, and he knows that as his wife I won't stop trying to help as best I can.

>But I have to wonder if it will ever be enough

>>382367

…go on…

>After browning the meat I add in the tomato paste and red wine, to get the sauce really going.

>My husbando is busy taking a shower after he was done wailing on the punching bag.

>I bite my lower lip and stifle the urge to strip down and join him there, less I leave the stove on and burn dinner or set the house on fire….. like I almost did the last time.

>Of course, he's takin his time, letting the steam build up as the hot water runs down his skin, loosening up the muscles underneath as he scrubs every part of his being…..

>I snap out of it when the timer goes off, letting me know to add the oregano and other spices

<If this meal doesn't cheer the poor guy up, I don't know what will/

>Oh wait, yes I do.

>My ear twitches when I hear the bathroom door open, and I can smell the soap he used as he gets close.

>"Smells good", he says, looking over my shoulder.

>Damn, he's completely dressed.

<"It will be ready in about forty minutes, dear"

>I part my lips slightly and bat my eyelashes, hoping to get a kiss, but it never comes. He just smiles at walks away.

>I don't get it. Is it normal for guys to just avoid people who care about them when they're upset like this?

>By Reitia, the men of this world are strange.

>I sigh to myself once more and focus on finishing our dinner.

>Forty minutes later, I drain the pasta, pull the garlic bread from the oven, and plate it all up.

>It's too bad my favorite apron is hanging out to dry, I get so terribly hot in the kitchen, and I prefer to just wear that. I love the look on his face when serving him his meal like that.

>"Oooh, that looks good", he says as I bring it into the living room, where he's already prepped the miniature tables.

>I take my seat right next to him on the couch after setting down our plates, watching excitedly as he takes his first bite.

>The old Human saying is true, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

>He smiles in deep satisfaction, quickly shoving more spaghetti and garlic bread into his mouth.

>"Delicious", he says, lips covered in sauce.

>Seems like dinner was just the trick to calm him down.

>Or so I thought, as his phone blares his awfully annoying text message tone, he visibly tenses up.

>"Damn it", he curses, standing up, taking what remains of his garlic bread with him as he picks up the conversation with whomever is on the other end.

>I whine quietely to myself and nibble on my own food, trying not to listen to him get more and more agitated as the conversation keeps going.

>It's going to be a long night, and not in a good way.

>>382367

>>382388

>>382409

oops. wiring while drinking has it's drawbacks I guess

>>382411

Well you've got our attention

>be me

>Preteen anon

>Just made 50 dollars from mowing lawns for everyone in my neighborhood all morning

>Mom tells me to save it for when I really need it

>Dad tells me to go spend it on whatever I want

>Mom is all angry at dad for not teaching me the qualities of frugality

>Dad calls mom a greedy danuki

>Mom suddenly storms off upstairs angrily

>Dad just realized he fucked up, he ushers me out of the house and tells me not to come back till later tonight

>He says he's gonna "Apologize" to mom

>Wonder what to do with all my dosh

>Then it hits me

>No it literally hits me

>The next door dragon girl, Daphne, sidelined me into the freshly cut grass

<"Anon, there you are! My mom just gave you my allowance, so now you have to pay me it back"

"Wh-what? But I worked for it, it's my money"

<"But my mom was supposed to give me it so I could go to the candy store"

>That actually seems like a pretty good idea

"Fine. I'll go with you, but only because I wanted to buy myself something anyways"

>We start walking side by side down the sidewalk till momma dragon peeks her head out of the door

<"Now remember, Anon, I want her home by 10"

>I feel butterflies in my stomach and my face turned red

>I look over to see Daphne equally red

<"Geez, mom, it's not a date. I'm just getting my money back!"

>Daphne's mom looks smugger than cheshire cat who showed the boys of our class through the /ss/ maze

>I was one of the only few boys to make it out unviolated

<"Then why don't you just ask for your money back?"

<"S-shut up, mom!"

>Daphne grabs me like a stuffed teddy bear then soars into the air like Apollo 11

>I close my eyes and hold onto Daphne for dear life

<"Uhhh, Anon, you can let go now…"

>I open my eyes and see we're at the mall

>A flock of harpies squawk and chuckle at me

>Fucking bird brains

>I hop off of dragon express, only to be taken on dragon taxi as Daphne grabs my arm and practically drags me off my feet

>We stop in front of the most glorious candy store I've ever seen

>The best part is that everything is done by weight, and you can try before you buy as much as you like

>But after checking the fine print under the sign I see there's an exclusion for dragons

>This is further enforced as the p'orc shop owner gives Daphne a glare

>We go through the store shoveling everything we see and try into plastic bags, then tossing them up to the scale to be weighted

>Caramel filled sea salt chocolate, white chocolate covered pretzels, caramel cubes, sour gummies, truly the works, we even some cream sodas to go along with everything

>While the cashier is ringing everything up I look back to the lolipop section and see a baphomet and other really young monster girls

>They give me a wave but I know better, that's how they got some of us in the /ss/ maze, pretend to be little girls then bam you're some loli cosplayer's big bro

<"Alright that'll be 20 dollars"

>I nearly spit out the cream soda

>I don't remember even grabbing that much stuff, most of it was 80 cent to the pound

>I look at all the stuff we have an notice Daphne did some of her own shopping

"Daphne, you do realize that your mom only gave me 5 bucks, right?"

<"Well… it's too late to take it back now, besides I don't mind sharing with you"

>I hand over the money to the cashier and we fill our arms with the bags of sweets and head off

>Daphne shows me corner in furniture store we can eat

>We start digging in like hyena's

>By the time we finish I'm practically in a food coma, but Daphne is energetic as ever

>She grabs me from the chair and starts dragging me to the Macy's

>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

>I try to break free from her grasp but the food has taken it's toll and I'm too tired

>Mfw I'm forced to watch her try on different clothes

>Mfw It's just like being stuck with my mother

>Mfw she wants to buy everything

>As we leave with what bags of candy we have left and enough clothes to stockpile the salvation army for the rest of the year

>Just as we get home and I'm done dropping off her clothes Daphne grabs me by the wrist before I leave

<"Uh, Anon, I was wondering if you'd want to go out again, tomorrow"

"Sure thing, as long as I don't have to watch you change clothes for 4 hours again"

<"Well if you didn't wanna come then you could just say so!"

"Okay, bye"

<"Wait, Anon! I didn't mean-"

>I leave and go home to play my Super Nintendo

>Dad is still "apologizing" to mom

>Daphne is at my door demanding to be let in

>Comfy life

>>382566

>anon with a danuki mom

>bullying a dragon

Good stuff.

>>382873

What the fuck

>>382409

>Dressed in one of my Husbando's white collared shirts and bright scarlet undies, I lay waiting for him on our bed.

>If this doesn't cheer the poor guy up, I don't know what will!

>I can hear him muttering under his breath as he walks up and down the hall.

>I swear I've heard him mention the names of his parents a few times, which sends a sinking feeling down my gut.

>I haven't known them that well, in fact they failed to show up to our wedding.

>I avoided asking about it too much out of respect, as he gets…. well, like this whenever they come up.

>Oh… Kelly, you've got your work cut out for you tonight, now don't you?

>I hear footsteps approach from down the hall and I get back into position, lying on my side, showing off my legs Mrs. Robinson style.

>Husbando opens the door, looking very tired.

<"Well, hello honey"

>"Hey"

>He just falls onto the bed, face first into his pillow

>Succubuttcharm.exe has crashed

>I bite the inside of my lip to suppress the urge to scream

<"Honey? Are you ok?", I ask, nudging his shoulder.

>He groans and turns over onto his side to look at me, frowning.

>"I'm breathing, aren't I?"

<"Please don't be sarcastic. I wanna know what's troubling you"

>"Don't worry about it", he says as he forces a smile.

<"I'm your wife, it's my job to worry about you"

>"I thought it was to honor and obey me"

<"It would be a dishonor to let you stay so upset"

>"So stop asking and I won't be so upset", he says, the tension in his voice more than evident.

>I sigh and sit up, my own frustration growing.

<"Honey, I know you like to fight your own battles, but I want to help you. If you just tell me-"

>"Kelly, you wouldn't understand", he cuts me off.

>"Now why wouldn't I understand?", I ask, gently pushing him onto his back and crawling on top of him.

>I smile softly and tilt my head to the side, my tail sliding down his leg to tickle him.

>He jumps just a little and bites his bottom lip.

>I mentally breathe a sigh of relief, my charm can still work tonight.

>I lean my face in closer to his and dig my fingers into his tense shoulders.

<"Hmmmmm?"

>"The… the divorce", he mumbles, averting his eyes.

>My heart falls into my stomach as he says that.

<"Oh… your mom and dad?"

>Yeah…."

>>382884

Interesting twist. Now, I can think of two possibilities the divorce was caused by. One is interesting, the other generic and boring. I'll reserve my judgements for now.

>>383351

>Not barging in and ruining her entire quasi-faggot career

You should stop this before she starts turning into a reverse Tik Tok thot and starts doing the Hit or Miss meme.

>>383351

>not bullying your sis on livestream

>>383371

The prompt sound excruciatingly boring. If you can do it and make it work, then I'll happily eat my words.

>>383372

You might be right. I just wanted wight stories.

>Be me, drunk anon

>Generally terribly messy but blessed with the most honest and loving fluffy kiki maid to ever walk this earth.

>Seriously, she's far too good for me, but I digress

>Kiki waifu has been getting restless as of late as we have been 'seeing' each other enough lately to expect 'results'

>Due to being a poorfag, I've been saving up the neetbux for a sapphire ring that matches her eyes

>We have been doing many lewd things like hand holding and snuggles since she first offered to clean my room and things have progressed from there

>Since that fateful day, I've wanted to show her how I really feel but all the love in the world can't buy her a ring

>When the day finally arrived and I presented the ring, all the money in the world was nothing compared to the smile she gave and the 'Yes!' she uttered to me

>As the ceremony wound down and the day came to an end, only the consummation of our official vows and our love for each-other remained

>Day turned to night and wedding became honeymoon as the stars came forth to witness our union and the boundless love we shared for each-other

>Our lovemaking began as inquisitive and quickly dissolved into passionate and eventually into the purest of vanilla love as she begged for my love and to make a family

>I was happy to oblige and nine months late, I held our squalling twin daughters in my arms. They took mostly after their mother but they had my hair and one had my eyes

>Since then, we had two more daughters and lastly, a son. One in a hundred chance and the finest man we could hope for.

>Every now and then I think back to the days were the only mess was my own and when the only sounds were those of my own voice

>We spent new years with our 5 children watching the fireworks and considering our resolutions for the new year

>After putting the children to bed and finishing a wonderful bottle of red, I asked her if she thought 5 children was enough

>All she could do was blush as I promised that 5 was not enough and that we would fill the house with the sounds of laughter and the pitter-patter of little feet

I know it isn't much but expect an old cheshire thread to rise from the grave some day soon

>>383382

>35,000 dollarydoos a month

>From a single source

>Not counting all the others

Jesus christ, if I wasn't desperate for a waifu myself, I'd fucking get fit and start streaming for mgs as a e-manwhore. That kind of easy money isn't exactly something you say no to so easi-wait. … THE LITTLE BITCH PRETENDED TO BE GAY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS A BICORN AND ALP THREAD???

>>383413

>Car spirit girls

I have to confess, I find the idea of the spirit of my motorcycle emerging and becoming my ghostly biker babe waifu incredibly appealing

>>383417

>no massive sleeper on the back

>wanting a cablet as a waifu

>>383441

>Your town will never be destroyed by a sex deprived Killdozer-girl mad at the new anti rape law passed by the town council

>>383413

No item is safe from you degenerates.

>>383391

These love stories are the entire reason im on this board

>>383431

>Hellhound sister of a similar age to you

God that must be a nightmare appearing in public

>people don’t normally see you in public with sister

>one day your car breaks down, so you and her take the bus to school

>walk into school with hellsis

>everyone’s looking at you bug-eyed

>some of the mgs are fuming and glaring daggers at your sister

>split off to talk to friends after giving sister a goodbye hug

>friends look at you like they’re seeing a ghost

>”what’s wrong guys? Is there something on my face?”

>friend speaks up

>”well first of all, you’re walking as though you have an intact pelvis, which is basically impossible given the circumstances.”

>”I don’t follow”

>”well the only way a hellhound could be so calm like that is if they just completed some sort of sex marathon. You should at least be sore.”

>gears start turning in your head and you make the connection

>picture sister trying to fuck you

>Westermarck kicks in and you begin gagging with revulsion

>”Jesus Christ no, I’d rather be shot.”

>friends look like they’re doing advanced mental trigonometry simply trying to understand what’s going on

>begin trying to explain the situation

>>383351

>>383381

>>383405

There are other implications that you have missed, like the fact that there can be a market for BL and reverse traps. For the former I could understand as it would be a novelty as there would be little gay men in the MGE world but the latter I have a harder time understanding, as the pure bisexual monstergirls like the bee, wasp and plant girls are pretty much like both of the sexes features and the regular succubus does not mind doing girls either. I guess the amazon, angel and Valkyries would be the main viewers as they may be less comfortable with being attracted to girls or they may have a hard time with men in general. Another implication would be that that the dhampir may had alped in the womb not as she has boyish features including a lack of breast. Imagine knowing that you could have been a guy with the genetics of a hero, having a winning lottery ticket for genetics but you somehow been born in the wrong/faulty womb and become a boyish looking dhampir instead.

I also sort of want to know about the shoggoth that the guy had seen due to being drunk that one time and what happens if they meet again.

>>383485

>>383493

>>383544

>>383561

Here the post for my WIP greentext about Brother Captian Anon. Another will be up tonight probably.

>>384136

Based dad

>>384136

All according to keikaku.

TN note: kekikaku means plan

>>384136

>single mother adoption

Degeneracy.

>>384203

Vampires will convert human women if they believe them to be worthy.

>>384203

not if you give the adopted child some more self-made brothers and sisters

Does anyone have or know the name of the green text story where anon wakes up drunk in a park, then his hell hound girlfriend calls him, he then makes a whole bunch of puns?

I've been looking all over fluffytail but can't find it.

>>383493

>>383561

>>383722

>>384150

>>384789

Next batch of these damn things. Might have missed a few. Enjoy the autism.

>>385525

Merely collating what has already been written.

>>385526

Why not just do it after the story is actually finished so you can just fit it in a single image

>>385527

Well iirc he was intending to transfer the story over here from the other thread, so I figure he wants to give new readers a chance to get up to speed first.

>>385534

The author literally linked to the story in this thread.

>You are setting on the couch next to your manticore wife.

>The movie has just finished and you are snuggling in companionable silence.

>Lean over and kiss her forehead.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

>She looks up at you with a wry smirk.

<"Hmm, that sounds ominous"

"When we started dating, why did you do it like that? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy you did, but it was hardly the traditional way for a manticore to do things."

>She looks down at the ground, pensive.

"If you're uncomfor.."

<"No, no. It's fine."

>She sighs.

<"You know how my mother treats my father, right?"

"Oh yeah. That's a stereotype if ever there was one."

<"Yeah, now imagine growing up like that."

<"Even when I was a child, my father was the sweetest thing on earth. He helped me with everything, fixed the things I broke when angry, consoled me when upset."

<"He did all that without complaint, or even appreciation. Mother… Mother made him suffer. She would keep him drugged-up for days straight, suck him dry and keep sucking for hours just to watch his agony. I found out later that every time he comforted me she would beat him for making me soft."

<"Heh, I suppose he did make me soft."

>She kisses you on the cheek.

<"I swore that I would never act like that. That I would only take a husband if I could do it without the violence and drugs. Even if it meant I was alone forever."

>She moves to sit on you lap facing you.

<"And then you, my wonderful lunatic, walked into my life. You were smart, cute, sarcastic as all fuck. It was through Eros had deigned to make the perfect man for me."

>She kisses you, deep. When you finally pull back she giggles.

<"You know, on my own, I never would have work up the courage to ASK a boy out. I mean can you imagine that? A manticore ASKING a boy on a date?"

>You can imagine that quite well actually. Especially given that's exactly what happened.

"So what changed?"

<"Bec."

>You shouldn't be surprised, but.

"Bec?"

<"MmHmm. She cornered me in the lockers on day…"

***

>You're staring at you locker fuming.

>You want to have Anon as you boyfriend but you swore you wouldn't just assualt people.

>Problem was, that's what manticore's DID.

>You could maybe follow him around and protect him, but it's not like had enemies.

>Or maybe…

>*BANG*

>You spin to the diminutive kikimora in the locker next to you.

"What the fuck Beccy?"

>Rebecca (Beccy or Bec) had been your friend for years.

>It wasn't like her to be loud, or confrontational, yet he she was having just slammed a locker shut and giving you a stare somewhere between exasperated and pissed off.

<"Just ask him."

"What."

<"Just. Ask. Him. The. Fuck. Out."

"Bec, I'm a manticore. We don't ASK…"

<"No, you slam boys into the wall and tail-fuck them into coma. Would you rather go that route?"

>You flinched.

>Bec rubbed a hand down her face.

<"I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. But seriously though, find somewhere private, sit him down and say 'So, I've got these movie tickets would you to go with me?' or 'There's this restaurant I've been wanting to try out, if you want join me I would very much enjoy it.' Or something!"

>She gave an exhausted huff.

>You stared at your locker for a while.

"You know what Beccy? You're right. Next time I have him alone I'll ask him to go out with me."

<"Thank fucking Eros."

"Speaking of boyfriends, how are you and James doing?"

<"Great actually."

>She looked around and her smile became somewhat lewd.

"I cleaned his bedroom on the weekend."

>You stared her.

"Holy shit, Bec."

>She went slightly red, but held you gaze. Her smile grew wider.

***

"Damn."

<"Yeah."

"His actual bedroom."

<"I know! Right!"

>She leaned in to kiss you again.

<"So, that's the story of how a manticore ended up ASKING a boy to go to Stereosonic with her."

<"Did you have any further questions? Oh, husband of mine."

"Tail-fucked into a coma?"

>She goes bright red and starts looking anywhere but you.

"Could you actually do that?"

>Pause.

>Turn.

>The lewdest grin in mamono history.

<"Shall we find out?"

So, I wrote a thing. It's a short thing, but I haven't written green in long enough that it makes me feel old.

Criticisms, grammar fails, demands for Sudoku?

>>385539

I'm gonna say this as someone who is not fond of manticores at all: that's the best fucking manticore story I have ever read, and I wouldn't mind going out with her myself, so good fucking job, anon. Good job. Now write some other story, I'd like to see what you come up with next.

>>385541

Well, now I'm going to have to do another I suppose. Any requests?

>>385542

Well, since you're asking, I'll just toss you a bunch of ideas. Have fun.

>The average day of a married inari.

>An angel nursing her husband's headache.

>Lovesick gremlin stumbles across mecha obsessed boy.

>Rocker raiju and her bassist boyfriend.

>Annoyed automaton and her battle against the coldhearted captcha.

>Superheroine bunnygirl falls in love with a not-so-villanous villian (in a saturday morning cartoon style).

>Heroic Hakutaku harrassed by heinous hieroglyphs, anonymus architect archives solution.

>A detective cyclops tracks down her soulmate.

>Flustered oni professes love to bro-tier jock, tummyrubbing follows suit.

>Musclebound magical girl oni has her secret discovered, hijinks ensues

>Color crackin' kraken spills ink whenever near her male model.

>Thunderbird cuddled by husband during heavy thunderstorm, comfy times all around.

>An alp adventures across the Alps.

>Grungy goblin finds faith.

>Alcoholcs Anonymus, but it's arachnes addicted to coffee, blames barista husbands.

>Gnome groundskeeper noms little man.

>Samurai Sharkgirl saved by suave sushimaker.

>Lich and her husband battles for highscore in vidya.

>Suicidal Crusader callously challenges pacifist Chimera, confesses comfort in her loving arms.

>Horror movie about man with multiple arms, horrificly headpats innocent college monsters. Nerds and jocks team up, forms friendship in face of fatality.

>Sulky sandworm is grounded.

>Chinese Cancer can can-can.

Pick whichever one you like if you need inspiration.

>>385545

Most James I've know have been good guys. I'm glad I could give you some warm feels and hope you find a kiki who will clean your bedroom for you.

>>385543

>So much alliteration

Thankyou for your suggestions, hearken now unto Writefag's faggoty writing.

>You groan at the pressure of the magic job on your crotch.

"That's fucking cheating."

<"Oh, and Hilde fucking isn't?"

>"Ring out!"

<"OK, fuck this, let's play something else."

>She dumps the controller and bends down into the cabinet bellow the tv.

>Being dead the weather doesn't really effect her so she's taken to wearing a tanktop and panties, pretty much at all times.

>Fuckin' unf!

>You're still hard from the magic-job and the butt swinging around in front of you isn't helping.

"You're still cheating."

<"But of course, lover mine. You don't expect a misstress of the Dark Arts to play fair do you?"

>She giggles, you groan.

>Suddenly pauses, turns to face you with a smirk.

<"Shall we make a wager?"

"Hmm, what do you propose?"

<"I have this new spell I've been DYING to try out."

>For fucks sake.

<"If I win, I cast the spell on you. If you win, I tell you what is does first."

>You stroke your manly stubble, pretending to consider it.

"This hardley seems an equitable bet."

<"Pfft, you aren't going to win any way. Why does it matter?"

>She's playing you anon. Playing you like a fucking fiddle.

"And what makes you say that?"

>She holds up the game.

>Brawl.

>SS Bros fucking Brawl.

>She's right. You've never beaten her in that.

>You sigh and brace yourself for what is certain to be an interest night.

"Confrimed for Brawl."

>She squee's and set up the game.

>Returning to the couch she sits in your lap, grinding her cute butt into your erection.

>Whatever, not like you were going to win anyway.

***

>Your pretty sure this is best you done yet.

>Your losing, because lich-butt on penis, but you're not having your arse handed to you.

>So your feeling pretty good about youself.

>Your wife has also started focusing on the game.

>Normally how these things go is constant teasing, distraction and giggling.

>Maybe your getting better at this.

***

>You both stare at the screen.

<"No fucking way."

"No fucking way."

>You won. By a single death in the last match, but you won.

>You honestly don't know what to do right now.

<"Ahem, so Anon."

>You turn away from the screen.

<"I know we already agreed to the bet, which I will hold if you want I'm not trying to weasle out of it."

>Suuuuure, honey.

<"But, well. That was the best game you've ever given me. If you want a propper reward, I'm more than willing to work something out."

>Hmm, this could be an amazing oppertunity.

>You gave her shit for her whole 'Misstress of the Dark Arts' thing, but she was good at it.

"The spell you were going to cast on me. What does it do?"

>She blushes and grinds into your lap a bit.

<"Oh, not much. Just a Hex to make you addicted to my arsehole. You would've had to fuck it every couple of hours or get a pretty nasty withdrawal."

"How long does it last."

<"Four days? A week max."

>You bend around and kiss her.

"Well, we'd better clear our calanders then."

Honestly, not feeling this as much as the other one, but I wanted to get something out for you guys before I went to bed.

With that. Goodnight Anon's. May you dream of horny waifus and headpats.

>>385539

>>385550

I liked the first one better. The manitcore as written is a much more believable character. She sounds intelligent, capable of introspection, and empathy. All contribute to a healthy and long lasting relationship. This is a great departure from usual things I see where people write monsters exactly as they appear in MGE (horny NPCs who use men as a source of cummies in a sense). Keep it up.

>>385539

Overall you are pretty good. It’s a bit refreshing to see a universe which isn’t entirely sunshine and rainbows that still has a good ending. There are a few spelling mistakes or malapropisms that you might want to put into some sort of grammar checking program or proofread your writing.

>You are setting on the couch

>as you boyfriend

>it's not like had enemies.

>yet he she was having just slammed

>but held you gaze

For the second one there are some more spelling mistakes and you should learn the difference between “your” and “you’re”

Also I wouldn’t use asterisks for actions/noises but would use italics or a full sentence instead.

Grammar and language aside, not bad at all.

>>385539

Man if I were the husband, I would've paid her back in spades for her abuse and maybe learn her a thing in humility. Nice heartwarming story.

>>385634

Not bad

>>385634

Cute

Griffons need more love

>>385634

Good one, Anon.

>>385674

Pretend to be something long enough and you eventually become what you were pretending to be. Good stuff writefag

>Day 1

>was watching the news today, some Japanese scientist finally did it.

>the madlad opened a portal into the MGE universe

>they still don't know how he did it

>looks like japans being overrun pretty quickly

>a lilim came over, she's dressed like a roman larper, still a looker

>it's hilarious to see new anchors reacting to this

>/monster/ is going crazy

>the world has shut off contact with Japan

>lets see how that goes

>Day 2

>looks like mermaids washed up in California today

>Los angles was hit pretty bad

>succubi flew over to china

>the sabbath is taking both Korea's

>this is going quickly

>Day 3

>dark purple clouds appeared over California

>lads on /monster/ talking about moving to California

>desert monsters appeared in Vegas

>only a few states from me

>at least I'm in the sticks

>Day 4

>Red Queen showed up in Times Square today.

>looks like the east coast is gonna be hers

>the EU is in damage control

>wonder how long that is going to last

>there is definitely a purple cloud over Arizona

>Day 5

>Dragons landed in England

>Mexico is overrun by Californian succubi and alps

>ironic

>Canada is being attacked by the demon queens military

>larper is leading it

>putin and trump came out in support for the monsters

>so did most religions

>they are just happy that the monsters are marrying people

>angels didn't hurt

>Day 6

>I just heard wings outside

>whelp

>cont.

>>385778

>the sabbath is taking over both Koreas

I don’t know how I feel about Kim getting overthrown by lolis

>>385778

You forgot

>Day 7

>Madagascar shut down their port

happens every time ;_;

>>385780

To be fair there's talk of Kim being a puppet and a lover for his sister since they were young.

>>385799

nice bait n' switch

>>385798

Wait what?

>>385799

That’s…not what I was expecting

>>385876

>Wait what?

I don't have the post saved, but what I remember is

>they both went to a college in some place(either europe or america) and students said they were both really close

>Kim once got a gf, but someone misteriously died (either the girl herself or her family) and they broke up

At the very least Kim fucks his yandere sister, so pretty much nothing will change there on the DOTR.

>>385786

>The demon invasion grinds to a halt and turns around has soon they've heard the news of Madagascar, claiming "Well, this was a waste of time."

>>378835

What's DotR?

>>386074

Rape is such an ugly word, I much prefer proactive consummation.

>>386078

It's just pre-consent sex.

>>385786

You fucking son of a bitch.

You motherfucker.

I shouldn't be laughing this goddamn hard but here we fucking are you goddamned cunt.

>>385786

I don’t get it, is this supposed to be a reference to Plague Inc. or something?

>>386640

>he’s never played pandemic

>>385543

I borrowed this one: Superheroine bunnygirl falls in love with a not-so-villanous villian.

It evolved beyond the usual Greentext medium. https://pastebin.com/a8ukwH4a

I hope you like it, even though I could've done better in terms of Saturday Morning Cartoon atmosphere.

Oh yeah, I'd like to write an ending too, but which one do you prefer?

Villain end: The Count Vice introduce his new Evil Partner in crime: Lethal Lazuli.

Hero end: Lago Lazuli teams up with the unexpected Count Valor.

Neutral end: MG North's newest super couple is a little odd. But they're madly in love, that's for sure.

>>386704

What was posted and how murderous should I be feeling about it?

>>386665

>>386678

No, I’ve never played it or even heard of it, and I much less doubt me not knowing the existence of one relatively obscure game constitutes me being a newfag, so one don’t you stop with the knee-jerk baseless accusations before you derail the thread, ok?

>>386701

Villain End

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>386701

Roll a six sided dice and find out yourself. I could like either of them. Good job writing it. A little confusing with all the arrows, could use a more description of people, but I enjoyed it. Fuck it, I'll do it for you. 1/4: ending A. 2/5: ending B. 3/6: ending C.

funny, I decided to pop on over to /test/ to check if I could roll dice properly, and I found a random christmas story about Atlach-Nacha

>Checkup with Greilia

Holy shit, it's you. You posted that story in the Sabbath thread. This one was fucking great! 100% boner inducing.

>>386719

Thanks a million for the comments.

Especially the Grelia one, this one got no reaction whatsoever, my paranoïa was screaming "you fucked up so bad, no one's commenting!"

>>385799

Topkek

>>386848

I feel like it would be very difficult for most mamono to become an incel when rape is an accepted method of husbando acquisition.

I suppose the more subtle girls like holstaurs or mermaids could fuck up, but nobody gets to friend zone a hellhound and leave with an intact pelvis.

>>386864

>but nobody gets to friend zone a hellhound and leave with an intact pelvis.

>not being a man and a half

>not being the densest man and a half

>not telling your hellhound friend how much you like her for being direct and fun, accidentally guilting her into not doing anything shady like sleeping drugs

>not taking her rape attemps at play wrestle invitations and rolling around on the floor with her until she gets tired, winning in the end

>not taking her confessions as jokes like tomo-chan haha, I love you to, you're the best bro I could ask for

>not having underwear, pillows, clothes and other random objects of your room disappear one day and suddenly appear again weeks later completely cleaned

>not having her room smelling like pure sexual frustration from your density

It's like you don't even try to not understand girls.

>>386867

Kinda makes me wonder if some monster girls would have a fetish for guys with harem protag level density.

>>386868

That'd be /monster/ version of fujoshis

>group of awkward girls discussing in the back of the glass

>"h-here's the doujinshi I made of anon going nandatte at my confessions"

>"What are you talking about? Anon is obviously the kind of guy to think you're saying you love him as a friend!"

<"You three are still writing those cuck comics?"

>"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

>>386868

>>386874

Monster girls going after harem protags is their equivalent of 3DPDs going after bad men. While 3DPDs think "I can change him" about the man they go after, monster girls think "I can corrupt him" about the harem protag they go after.

>>386943

>tfw male dwarves are an endangered species in mge

Feels bad, I want our bearded brothers by my side in the endgame when the DL makes viable sons a thing.

I do still kinda like that KC made Elves and Dwarves non-monster races like humans

>>387801

The absolute state of /mgg/.

>>387813

It's probably just a troll-/mgg/ has no more tolerance for 3DPD than we do.

>>387801

>Wants to “bro” it up with his future mate

What a literal faggot

>>379926

say my magic causes autism

My sides

>>387819

>he doesn't want to bro it up with his tomboy wife

What a fag.

>>387859

Tomboys and other "manly" women are for fags in denial.

I bet you want your wife to go to town on your ass with a strap-on.

This came to me during a sexual meditation session. I need to share this.

>your wife is snickering and excitedly rubbing her hands in the background.

>you push the button on the video camera for a few seconds, a red light turns on.

"There we go,"

>you sit your naked ass on the bed, slightly incredulous that she wanted to do this.

>your wife is a black-haired rabbit-girl, it's been her idea for the past week to do this.

>She's wearing nothing but a top hat and some black stockings.

<"Welcome! to the magic show! for this show, we're going to make things disappear, and make another thing, appear out of thin air!"

>you have mixed feelings with this whole little show, even if it's just you two (you hope it's just you two) seeing this.

<"for our first trick, we make this human cock disappear!"

>She gives the head of your cock a tentative lick before sucking it up like a straw.

>She tried to make a slurping sound as she did it, but failed when she got halfway down.

>after swirling it in her mouth, she goes back to her silly showmanship.

<"juft lrrk duht, wh mmmdt uh hmnmn ckkk dffuhprrr" she mumbles, despite the mouthful of cock.

"blah blah what?"

<"Yuu knrr whht uhm tagkn abat" she tries to say, still sucking your cock.

after taking a few minutes of cock-drinking, she pops off.

<"There we go! the human cock has reappeared!"

>she gets up and puts her hand on the side of her torso, like one of those superhero poses.

<"For our second trick, we make these two human fingers, disappear, and reappear!"

>she looks up at you, as she puts her foot on the bed, exposing her modest bush and wet pussy.

<"Anon? your fingers please."

"yes ma'am," you say as you dip your middle and ring finger into her pussy.

<"ahh~."

>you push your fingers in and out of your wife's pussy, stroking her G-spot with the tip of your fingers.

<"Ooooh, yeah! keep on doing that, dazzle the audience! make it disappear and reappear so fast they don't know what's happening!"

>you keep going for a few minutes.

<"Honey, honey! stop! soon, but not yet!"

>she's whispering, trying not to sound too loud for the fourth wall.

"I thought you wanted to get off,"

<"if we're gonna make this work, I gotta cum when you do"

>you pull your fingers out of your wife, you want to go to town on her, but she wants to do the theatrics.

<"thank you,"

>back to theatrics, thus, normal volume.

"You're welcome,"

<"For this final trick! we make a baby appear in my womb!"

>>388238

>she turns to you.

<"Anon, would you like to be the guest star for this trick?"

>You look up to her mischievously grinning face.

"Of course,"

>this is so dumb, but it's kinda fun.

<"Alrighty then!"

She pushes you onto your back, and then gets on top of you in a spooning position,

<"Ahhh,"

>she strokes herself, then your throbbing cock.

>she pushes the tip up to her labia.

>the warmth of her wet flesh compulses you to push your hips towards her.

>her fingers guide your cock inside her warm, wet depths.

<"Oh yeahhh~ <3"

>you squeeze and fondle her breasts as you penetrate her pussy.

<"Just like that! just like- oh!"

> your cock slips out for a second, she takes hold and guides its back into her warm pussy and you continue your rhythm

<"Keep going! just like that!"

>you feel your cock building up, you're gonna cum.

"I'm close,"

<"oh shit! Me too! fill me up!"

>you plant your feet into the bed and push your hips upward

>ropes of cum eject from your cock as your rabbit-girl wife milks it for all it's worth

>after a few minutes of afterglow, your wife, pulls out, rolls off you and gives a cheesy, sexy pose for the camera.

<"Annnnnnd, there we go! Now, this trick takes nine months to work, but rest assured, a human baby has appeared inside me!"

>Your wife snickers, and turns to you with a shit-eating grin.

>dammit.

>you shake your head and smile back.

"That was so stupid,"

<"It was totally worth it!"

>she gives you a quick, cute kiss.

>>388238

>>388240

Absolute fucking quality right there, Anon.

>>388255 (checked)

>>388263

Many thanks! This was cheddar cheesy, and written on a time crunch at the time, but it was too much fun to keep cooped up in my head. I've been working on a larger project that's more deserving of the writefag thread, but I've been wanting to do some other projects, so I'm not sure if I'll do any other writefaggotry after that. Honestly, I feel like I'd rather be a one-hit-wonder than a one-trick-pony.

>>388265

That anon had a second dream about Tewi the night after, and it was a glorious, magical fuckfest.

>>388275

>That anon had a second dream about Tewi the night after, and it was a glorious, magical fuckfest.

He did? Could you post it?

>>388278

I wish I could. I don't have it, try looking or asking around the rabbit rabbit rabbit thread. Sorry I can't be much more help.

>>388288 (checked)

bueno. I needed that too, many thanks!

>>378900

HNNNNNNNGGGGG its so wholesome

>>383391

>starting a loving family with your waifu

sometimes life is naught but pain

>>385543

<annoyed automaton and her battle against the captcha

>Be an automaton

>and be trying to purchase some rather lewd lingerie to surprise anon for your anniversary

>but there is an immovable object to your unstoppable force

>This thing called a captcha

>ever since you came to this human world and

>ahem, "proactively dated" your husbando, its been a fucking curse

> This

>This Captcha

>You begin sweating again, how on earth could these knuckle daggers invent a security system so robust

>you've been staring at it for hours and it continues to rack your brain

>"Solve the captcha"it says but there is nothing there

>Curse these humans and their defense against machine takeover

>Your IQ is in the thousands, there is no way you should bother your husband with this code

>BUT THERE'S NOTHING THERE

>It's teasing you, asking to prove you arn't a machine

>You try another random amount of letters

>Failed, again

>Why is online shopping so rage inducing

>>389355

>finally solve the captcha after hours of random input

>real human bean starts playing

>At the local IDPA Carbine match with my cursed gun Waifu

>A lever action 44-70 probably isn't the best gun to do simulated room clearings but it's always fun and my Raifu gets bored with punching paper.

>We made 3rd place, not bad for a course designed for semi autos and quick mag changes.

>probably would have been 2nd but I teased her loading gate before the long range part.

>She always pulls a bit to the right when hot and bothered.

>Got a cabelas gift certificate plus bragging rights

>Raifu was quiet after the match.

>Usually she's giddy after blowing through so many rounds but today she something was wrong.

>I gave her a hug and asked her if she wanted to talk about it.

>Turns out she was being bullied by the 4th place cursed rifle.

>She called her a fudd, asked her what she was doing outside of a museum. Asked how she could please her husband with such a gaping big bore

>Remember that Raifu, AR-15 with far more tacticool accessories than sane or necessary, carried by a whip thin short kid in a black vest with enough pockets to make Rob Liedfield blush.

>in monster girl form she looked like a MILF in a "I'm trying too hard" vinyl skirt with far too much jewelry.

>I dubbed her "ARA-15" and her husband Mall Nijlett.

>I tried to cheer her up, remind her that I wouldn't want any other gun, wife or gunwife

>say things like that rifle's shota husband has to buy her love with accessories

>had to be tiny to even fit in her .223 bore.

>Nothing helped.

>Time for the backup plan

"Wanna go innna woods this weekend?"

>She instantly cheered up. Nothing better than the promise of hiking through the forest, fresh game stew and outdoor head pats.

>Gives a good reason to use the Cabela's gift card too

>Have to promise I'd set up my harpy boss on a date with one of my friends to get the time off without advance notice.

>That's probably going to cost me but it'll be worth it

>Got a new two person sleeping bag and enough bullets, powder and primers to load a few hundred rounds.

>Special ordered something for her too

>delivered to work so it'll be a complete surprise.

>>389382

>Friday comes, get up early and head to the state forest.

>Pick a direction and walk till we find a nice camping spot.

>Pause briefly to bark a squirrel and grab some wild onions.

>Dinner's gonna be good.

>Small clearing next to a cliff, great view of the mountains.

>Nothing like a mountain sunset.

>Start a fire and set up the tent while gunwife cleans the squirrel and prepares the stew

>Cuddle up next to the fire with a full belly. Give her the special present

>Custom tooled leather shell holder with our initials embossed inside of a heart

>Her face lights up and she gives me a huge hug. All thoughts of the match completely gone.

>Damn it feels good to make her happy

>Next morning. Rehydrated eggs and instant coffee

>Sometimes it's not the cuisine, it's the company.

>Go for a leisurely hike

>Supposed to be an old lumber camp around here, complete with an ancient steam engine

>Sing "donkey riding". Raifu joins on the chorus.

>Raifu'll take care of any bears who come along but better to not meet them than to have to spend half the trip talking to the game warden

>Hear a familiar voice

<"Hey anon! fancy seeing you out here"

>Turn around. It's the mall ninjlett and ARA-15 from the match

>Way to ruin the trip.

>ARA-15 is giving my Raifu the same look as a cat gives a caged canary

>Raifu is ducking behind me, trying to disappear into my back

>Mall Ninjlett is clueless, keeps rattling on about how this is the first time this deep in the woods

>talking about how good MRE's are and he doesn't know what the troops complain about

>and this is how my romantic weekend mission to cheer my Raifu up ends.

>Mall Ninjlett asking where we camped, hoping to join us

>Debated just shooting him. Probably a bad idea.

>Hear the sound of something big in the woods, see something large moving in the distance.

>Mall ninja is oblivious.

>looks like those ray bans don't give situational awareness.

>Raifu notices as well, I grab her, thumb the hammer and try and get a large tree between me and whatever is making the ruckus.

>Huge feral Ogress springs through the bushes, roaring "Husssbannd!". Charges straight for the Mall Ninja

>Mall Ninjlett is a halfway decent shot, I knew some of the rounds connected but the thick skinned demon didn't notice

>Ogress knocks ARA-15 aside, picks up the kid with a bellow of "New Husband"

>Shoulder My Raifu and take a snapshot at the Ogres's back. 430 grains of hard cast lead, 3500 foot pounds

<Enough to stop a charging cape buffalo

>Not enough to break the skin of a full blood Ogress, but enough to leave a hell of a welt.

>Ogress turns around, plant a shot right between the eyes

>Bullseye. Ogress stumbled back, dropping Mall Ninjlet. Flip the lever, put another round in her tit.

>That made her sore. Ogress decides to cut her losses and run.

>ARA-15 runs to mall ninja, pulls her into her bountiful bosom.

>Mall ninja too shocked to say anything, cut off by Double D's anyways

<"Y-you saved my husband!" ARA-15 says. "After all I said to you?"

>My Raifu gives her a soft smile, but with a glint of cold iron in her eyes

<"No one, not even the meanest poodle shooter deserves ogress netorare" she said

>Mall ninjlet hightails it out of there with ARA-15 not far behind. Doubt they will go inna woods anytime soon.

>Raifu and I hiked on, holding hands.

>Can't say we parted with ARA-15 as friends, but I get the feeling she learned to respect gunwives in all actions and calibers.

>>389384

>About how good MREs are and he doesn't know what the troops complain about

Where did this meme of MREs are bad come from?

Sure if you're out at NTC and its the only thing you eat for 3 weeks they get old, but seriously they arn't bad

>>389392

My dad told me why when I was a kid and asked the same question. I want to say MREs used to be bad in the 80s or 90s. That or it was how difficult they could be to pass can’t remember which

>>389394

>hard to pass

maybe its just me then cause finding a wadi every day with a wag bag and shit bucket was how I greeted the day

>>389392

They're ok. Could be better, though. French and Italian ones are top tier. US ones had some infamously bad ones to get the reputation. Veggie omelet, four fingers of death, and I think the chiken a la king was pretty shit too.

The US ones are also filled to the brim woth sodium, and give you unholy post-constipation shits if that's all you eat for a while.

>>389402

>veggie omelette

true,true, that one always did smell like vomit. that and if you're a veggie-head joining the army just what the fuck are you doing.

>End of the world holy shit

>Or at least that's what it felt like

>You were on the run ever since they appeared

>Monster girls appeared everywhere and began proactively dating all available males

>Instead of waiting around to have your door broken down, you ran

>But you picked up a gang of them on your tail

>Riding mad max style in any vehicle they could cobble together

>You had to take a brake to sleep, and you knew they'd be on you soon

>Taking your jacket you decided to take a gamble

>Rubbing it all over yourself, spitting on it, making a mana footprint on it

>Their dust in the distance, a passing train is your only hope

>You throw your jacket on it and run and hide

>They pause briefly at your location, and you can hear them

>"I can sense a mana spike here, but it goes on"

>"He's a human, he cant go forever, he must have rested here"

>"We have to keep moving after him"

>Their vehicles take off and you wait a bit before stepping out and looking in the direction they went

"huh, can't believe that worked"

>Suddenly a pair of fuzzy arms wrap around you from behind

>A soft sigh, a slight nibble to the ear, and a head rests on your right shoulder

>"It didn't"

>>389359

>Be hanging out in the park

>have a bag of chocolate coins I picked up from the store since they reminded me of treats I'd get as a kid

>Modeled after some old European currency or some shit

>Thinkin I'll stick 'em in the freezer when I get home

>Suddenly, something slams into my stomach and sends me on my ass

>"Ow, damn it!"

>Look down at whatever the heck hit me

>It's a little Dragon girl, tiny wings flapping furiously as she tries to get at my bag of chocolate coins

>"Uh… Kid? These aren't-"

<"Hmph. You best give those to my little sister, else you'll have me to deal with, Human"

>Turns out the tiny Dragon wasn't alone, her big sis was with her

>Not much in the way of a chest, maybe Bs at the most, but nice long bright red hair, golden scales, and a butt to die for.

>Oh, and her eyes were emerald green.

>"Uh… See the thing is"

<"Look, bub, you really want to anger a pair of Dragons? Just hand over the coins and everything will be alright"

>Not in the mood for getting my ass kicked so I sigh and let go of my back of shiny chocolate coins,

>The little sister Dragon is absolutely ecstatic as she flies around her sis, who smiled and nods with overwhelming smugness as she turns to walk off.

>dragonbuttinjeans.jpg

>Well at least the kid is happy.