/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

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>>400310

All of our money is in those crops, so we kind of have to check out what's happening. Rabbit girls aren't a thing, right?!?

>>400310

F O R T I F Y. If last night wasn't reason enough, I don't know what will. It can wait for tomorrow.

Plus I love throwing a wrench in the plans of writefags. Helps them think on their feet and grow.

>>400310

I'm getting the feeling that a dryad is about.

>>400310

>>400318

I was just about to post this, there might be some sort of magical plantgirl out there, giving our crops a big boost, we should go find out, maybe take an axe with us as precaution if we do venture out there, don’t wanna get caught by fastgrowing vines after all not yet anyway

>>400328

Fuck forgot to sage, ammit please forgive my faggotry

>>400310

We aren’t going out into that field today unless we can get a better look at those plants from a distance. Maybe we should go and return the movies we got to our kobold friend, she how’s she been doing through all of this. Well unless things get far worse today in terms of the monster girls aggressiveness.

>>400337

> Well unless things get far worse today in terms of the monster girls aggressiveness.

You fool! Now it shall be even worse! The universe cannot ignore such a challenge from a man

You're not going out there, you're not stupid. Well. Not that stupid. You've had enough “press button that shocks you” moments to know what was going to happen if you went outside… Even if it was a coyote, there could be a pack of them and they could be really hungry. You're just hoping that they don't decide to dig up your crops and eat them.

Instead, you hunkered down, held your position and kept an eye out on the fields around you.

Every so often, you switched positions, looking through a window in a different direction. The window in your living room was large enough that you could be seen quite visibly if you stood there for too long, but you already knew whatever was out there already knew you were here… The truck was outside, and there was no traces of you leaving today, something, you believed, a monster could easily track.

The uneasiness began to sweep over you, a lump formed in your throat, and you felt the perspiration on your neck. This entire time living here, even with the break ins and the stories, you didn't feel scared. But now you did…

Then! You saw it! Very briefly on the left side behind the south wall of the farmhand house, something moved, a brush or a tail or something, it was brown, sleek, and flowing. It actually looked familiar… You held your ground, you knew it was still a full moon tonight, so even if it was someone you knew, it probably wasn't safe to approach…

You held your breath, looking through the living room window, enduring the wait that felt like forever. After what felt like hours, you saw it again, stepping out from behind the building. Your brow farrowed, a familiar woman walked out into plain sight.

“Rory…?” You whispered to yourself.

Her movement was rigid, not as free flowing and casual as it usually was. She stood there, staring straight ahead towards the west before suddenly turning her head towards you. You almost jumped from your position as she did so.

Rory was staring at you through the living room window. She turned her body towards you a moment later, she stood still for awhile longer before suddenly advancing on the house. You wondered if she was okay, but you figured it had something to do with the last day soon after.

It was actually flattering, in a way, coming out all this way just for…

Something wasn't right, you didn't realize at first, but Rory's car wasn't here, could she have walked all the way out here by herself? Why would she have done that? You looked back at her, she was almost at the house now, you only now noticed what she was wearing. A black top with spaghetti straps around the shoulder that cut off just below the breasts. She was also wearing a pair of white short shorts that hugged the skin of her thighs.

Rory stopped almost at your house, her eyes never broke off from you. She stared at you with a blank expression, unmoving. You didn't move, or say anything for that matter, simply looked back at her. She tilted her head to the side after a few seconds, like she was pondering something.

A moment later, she raised her hand and began to wave at you. But even that was strange. It was so flat and unlike her, like someone who was just mimicking waving after seeing someone else do it rather than actually waving. It was almost like flail rather than a wave. Rory stopped after five seconds, and then began to walk towards your porch.

>>400353

Something was very, very wrong. A sense of dread came over you, and a chill ran down your spine. Every part of your brain was screaming at you to barricade the door. It was so…Unnatural, so strange. You didn't know Rory all that well, but you at least knew her. She was peppy, and energetic. Here she was moving so strangely sterile.

You reached the front door as she began to move up the stairs of your porch, and before you could move the dresser back into place, something came over you. A smell, an alluring, sweet smell. Like strawberries and lavender. The smell was warm and inviting, and you almost lost yourself to it. Your body became weak and relaxed, your heart warmed and tingled, you almost felt, strangely happy.

[Experienced Farmhand] Even so, you powered through it and pushed the dresser in front of the door. You exhaled sharply and stepped away, stumbling back to the living room window.

You could see the front of the house from where you were standing. Rory stood at the door and then went for the door nob. She turned the nob and stopped at the lock, tilting her head again, she tried to force the door but stopped a moment later.

Her arm dropped to her side and she turned her head to the living room window, looking at you again. She turned to her right and walked towards the window. You made sure she never left your sight, taking a few steps back to keep your distance from her.

Rory was staring at you unblinking. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the window. She didn't try to break the window or somehow force her way in, instead just stood there…Staring.

Rory then put her palm against the window longingly, though her expression didn't change.

It was then you realized something… You knew things were already, very, very, wrong, but her hand is what tipped you off from fright to horror. Rory's hands were something you couldn't forget. The large claws and the brown fur. But also, you remember when she helped you up, the pads on the inside of her hands were soft and warm, you almost didn't want to let go of her hand they were so soft…

Those pads weren't there.

The shape of the hand was right, like an elongated claw, but the palm was wrong, like someone took a human hand and stretched it. That mistake, that incorrect wrongness tipped you into an avalanche of realizations, a masquerade pulled away from your eyes.

The hands themselves weren't covered in fur, just the light-chocolate skin. Her legs and stomach lacked that muscle definition Rory had earned through hard work and dedication. Her hair was the right length but cut straight rather than the curls you were accustomed to, and her eyes… You hated yourself for not noticing it at first, too confused, too worried to notice before.

Rory's eyes were a deep blue, like the ocean in way.

This woman's eyes were a ruby red.

You stepped back again and fell over, tripping over the edge of your living room table and almost hitting your head on the arm rest of your couch. Your throat was dry now, and your hair stood on ends. Every instinct was telling you to run. She was so strange, so unnatural. But the aroma of strawberry and lavender was keeping you there.

The woman took her hand off the window and stood up straight. She didn't break eye contact as she turned her body to her right and continued her advance. You heard her step off the side of your porch, she was now somewhere at the eastern part of your house.

You gulped and gasped for air, standing up and cautiously advancing to the center of your living room. You didn't hear anything, no sounds of forced entry. It was quiet, not even the sound of birds outside…

Stop. Calm down. Think.

>>400354

>skinwalker/The Thing mg

it's time to find the gun stash with plenty of silver bullet ammo our grandpa inevitably had

i almost want to say we need to (properly) waifu someone already so that everyone else will leave us alone (going off the logic of "once you have sex with a monstergirl, all the others will leave you alone and not try to rape you")

and i want us to waifu one of the holstaur girls but everyone seems to want rory, so it's not like i can do anything about that

>>400358

I'm with you, Anon, we should waifus one of the holstaurs, but Rory is fine too ig

>>400365

WE MUST FORTIFY OUR FORTIFIED FORTIFICATIONS

>>400354

FORTIFY ALL ENTRANCES

Once 'she' has left. Get in car and go to the Mayor's place and ask her about 'it'. If anyone knows what the hell might be going on it will be a demon or she be able to point us someone else.

>>400358

>>400362

>waifus one of the holstaurs

They're Minotaur lads, and we haven't gotten to know them very well.

>>400354

Fucking skinwalkers. Board up the lower exits as best we can before retreating upstairs and fortifying again. Try to make some kind of rope like before. Worst case scenario, we try to wrestle "her" to the ground.

>>400354

I'm with >>400367. Embrace the fortification.

>>400358

>>400370

>>400376

My guess is she's probably a Doppelganger. An established demonic monstergirl that takes on the form of whoever the guy likes the most, which in our case would be Rory. She's way too creepy, though.

>>400378

except that this isnt doppleganger behavior, thats skinwalker behavior

t. /k/ommando

>>400384

>except that this isnt doppleganger behavior, thats skinwalker behavior

>t. /k/ommando

I mean, you're right. But it's actually sort of behaving like a cross between a doppleganger and a skinwalker.

>>400386

still going with skinwalker, salt, white ash, and napalm

those are the tools we need

>>400387

>still going with skinwalker, salt, white ash, and napalm

>those are the tools we need

No arguments from me. My recommendation was to ultra-fortify until the creepy ass thing goes away. Then try to find out what it was.

>>400392

Sage goes in the email field, anon. And trolls don't shapeshift.

>>400392

For this nice troll pic, i'll throw you a bone. check out do not bump for the next time, like so

Addendum: Don’t leave the house when morning comes. Call someone to come visit. Rory or the old coot would work. Just because it’s daytime dosen’t make it safe.

Fear the dark if you must, but do not mistake sunlight for sanctuary.

>>400354

>>400402

>Call someone to come visit. Rory or the old coot would work.

It's a good idea to call Rory. We should tell her about the skinwalker and the mice invading. And apologize for coming to her house when she was in heat, because that was quite misleading behavior.

Fortify, gotta get this place safe and secure, you don't think help was coming, it would be easier if you protected yourself. You don't have any weapons, and you're not entirely sure if you can wrestle that thing… She looks weaker than you, but looks can be deceiving.

The back door was still barricaded, and you quickly ran into the basement and made sure there was no way in through there.

The windows were still shut, and you didn't see the intruder outside, you gave it one more look over before running back upstairs and locking the basement door. The smell was still wafting over you, but the intruder hasn't revealed herself again. With all entries sealed, you moved up the stairs, at least form here you could see her coming. Or at least you thought.

Bang

What was that?

Bang, bang bang.

It was coming from above you… You listened closer, your eyes widening when you realized those were foot steps coming from your roof. She was on the roof, and she wanted to get in. The windows were the only way left to do so, you had to hurry.

Luckily, the windows were newer, replacements for what you figured were old, nearly broken ones. These ones had newer, sturdier locks, hopefully strong enough to keep whatever that thing was out. You ran to your bedroom first, the window was already closed, but it wasn't locked, so you quickly flicked it closed and then ran to the guest room and did the same.

Finally, the study, you ran for the door and open it, but suddenly a noise caught your attention. A loud bang from behind you on the roof, you turned back to see if she somehow got into the house…No. With a sigh of relief, you turned back to the study–

There she was, pushing her way through the open window. Your eyes locked and she slowed to a freeze, staring back at you with those blood red eyes. Your heart skipped several beats and you had to remind yourself to breath, but when you did so, your nostrils were assaulted by that strawberry and lavender smell again. This time it was stronger, almost sickly in stench.

The impostor looked at you and pushed her other foot through the window, now standing straight in your study. She remained still for three seconds before advancing towards you. Her movements seemed to change when your eyes were on her, there was no way she could get from where she was on the roof to the study so fast. But when you kept your eyes on her, she moved at a more manageable pace. But this close to you, her pace quickened, and she was now in a fast walk, reaching out to you with open arms, like she was about to embrace you.

You managed to overcome the intoxicating aroma and instead retreat back before she could reach you. You slammed the door shut and held it closed with both your hands. You looked and saw the door knob turn and felt a force on the door. It almost caught you off guard, but you managed to hold it closed.

The force stopped and the room went silent.

Then suddenly, a knock, a gentle, slow knock on the door.

Knock… Knock… Knock…

>>400415

“Hey…” You heard on the other side of the door. “Can you let me out…? I have something for you.”

She spoke in Rory's voice, but even that felt bastardized and different, like an impersonation.

“Come on– Its me– I want to show you– something.”

“Whats your name?” You asked through the door.

Silence.

“I said, whats your name!?”

Nothing… Then suddenly, a gentle knock again.

[Experienced Farmhand] You looked to your left and saw the dresser with one of Grandpa's old lamps on the top. You kept the door closed with your right leg and shoulder and reached for it with your left. Using the strength in your arm, you pulled it closer to you and then braced it against the door by turning it on its side. If she did open the door, the dresser would just hit the wall and keep the door closed.

She knocked on the door again, but you ignored it and ran back down the stairs. Your throat was clogged by something, and you were forced to snort it up and spit it out, leaving a sweet taste in your mouth. You looked at it on your sleeve…It was a dark pink, you first thought it was blood, but it had the same smell that woman was giving off.

>>400402

>>400405

You wanted to call for help, the cops came to mind, but for some reason you put in the one of the only other numbers you knew, maybe it was out of panic, you weren't sure.

“Hello?” A female voice on the line asked.

“R-Rory, hey-hey its me.” You said in a rush.

“Oh, hey!” She greeted. “I…I wanted to talk to you anyway, about the other da-”

“Y-yeah, hey look.” You leaned against the side table the phone was on. “I went to the library and read about this whole full moon thing. Look, I'm sorry if I stepped out of line or—or– or gave the wrong impression. I didn't know what was going on is all.”

“H-hey, is something wrong?”

“Theres…”You took a deep breath before spitting up more of the pink goo again. “There's something in my house. I don't know. It looks like you, or looked like you, or kind of not really, I-I-I don't know. It looked like you from a distance, but when it got close I noticed things… Its like… Following me and–”

“Hold on. Looked like me?” She seemed less bashful and wound up now, speaking in a more serious tone. “Is she talking?”

“Y-yeah, it it kind of sounded like you but not really a–”

“What do you smell right now!?” She asked.

“I don't know…Strawberry and Lavender?” You took another deep breath.

“…Look, stay away from her, whatever you do!” Rory explained. “I'm calling the Ernie for help, I'll get there as soon as I can, don't let it catch you! Not on a full moon cycle!”

“W—wait, Ernie? Who's Ernie!? Whats going on! What about the police?”

“Police won't be able to do anything!” Rory explained. “I'll talk to you as soon as I can! Just stay away from her! Run and leave the house if you have to!”

She hung up, you nodded to nobody and did the same. You turned around and prepared to–

There she was, at the end of the stares, staring at you with that blank expression. She was standing between you and the exit now. The coughed, the stench was overwhelming now and you almost lost your footing.

Your eyes darted from her, to the door, to even the living room window. Your breath was becoming raspy, the warmth in your heart was overflowing now… And she was just looking at you now, that blank stare slowing turning into a smile of sorts…

Running out of options…

>>400416

Yeet the nearest throwable item at her, book it towards a window and jump through. Windows can be replaced, not virginity.

She seems to suffer from Michael Myers Syndrome and can only walk when we look at her.

>>400416

What >>400419 said. Pelt this skinwalker bitch with something solid and amscray. Get to the truck and take off. Run this cunt over if she gets in the way.

Make a note to ourselves that should we survive this, we're goig to fortify the fuck out of our house and get a solid gun and plenty of ammo.

>>400416

We don't have any weapons, it slows down when we're looking at it but is still fast enough to power walk, and it's creepy as shit.

Can we distract it long enough for Rory to get here? With like a sexy dance or something? Backing away from it while staring it down and tossing articles of clothing in different directions for it to gather?

Autisticly reee at her, and run past her while she clutches at her ears

>>400416

This twist is fantastic. I was enjoying this CYOA before but now I’m enjoying it even more. Good work writefag.

>>400425

>Can we distract it long enough for Rory to get here? With like a sexy dance or something?

This is pure autism and hilarious. It just might work.

>>400431

in addition to reee-ing, we should A NU CHEEKI BREEKI IV DAMKE as loud as we can before yeeting ourselves through the nearest exit

after that, fucking run to our truck and drive as fast as we can to rory's place or one of the cowgirls' (if we know where they live)

>>400444 (checked)

Problem is, we don’t have a method. If we had a gun or even a knife that’d work. We don’t, so we can’t.

>>400446

there's always threatening to jump through a window and then using one of the shards of glass to cut our wrists/neck

>>400444

>>400446

We’re in the living room, right? If we can get close enough to a blade it might be possible.

If not I’d just back out of the house while keeping her in your sight. If you back out at least faster than her walking speed, we’ll get some distance before Rory gets here.

>>400446

>he can only kill himself with a gun or a knife

you're not thinking with portals. Depending on how close we are to the kitchen, a knife would't be too hard.

a bottle, preferably broken. a fucking light bulb. glass from a window.

Even if we actually don't want to kill ourselves, we just have to make her think we're deranged enough that we will.

A wolf will chew its own leg off when caught in a trap, now we simply must show this creature the lengths we are willing to go to not get laid.

>>400447

This makes the skinwalker moist.

I think our distinct lack of firearms is completely to blame for this situation, or even just a means of standing our ground, self defence needs to be our priority if "Ernie" can save our ass.

>>400450

>A wolf will chew its own leg off when caught in a trap, now we simply must show this creature the lengths we are willing to go to not get laid.

<You've heard of animals chewing off a leg to escape a trap? There's an animal kind of trick. A human would remain in the trap, endure the pain, feigning death that he might kill the trapper and remove a threat to his kind.

>>400468

>Be a polite farmboy

Ok, might as well.

>>400416

Do whatever it takes to keep her from capturing you. Throw things. Yell at her to go away. And try to escape outside, so you have plenty of room to keep space between you and her. She might be able to squeeze through very tight passages or something.

>>400465

This nigger knows his weirding ways.

We must not fear, fear is the mindkiller, fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. We must face our fear, we must allow it to pass over and through us, and we shall turn our minds eye inward to see the path fear has taken. In the end there shall be nothing, only we shall remain.

To the point though, does Salt affect skinwalkers? I forget.

>>400487

I’m not familiar with any accounts where skinwalkers are affected by salt. Spirits and some other supernatural things surethough not just any salt works I think but skinwalkers only seem affected by things like white ash, intense heat/fire, and heroin

>>400468

If that doesn't work, punctuate with a "Go on, git!"

>>400415

We need to stop breathing that shit in and buy ourselves some time. Throw something weighty and smack it in the melon. Nearest exit to fresh air, we’ll have to take our chances.

>>400497

If this is a real life country setting them there is a 100% chance grandpapy had some heroin hidden in a wall somewhere. I totally support loading the cuntwalker up with enough H to keep her flying for days. Consequences be damned!

>>400416

>>400416

I’m sure that in the end, we are going to make it out by the skin of our teeth. Good writeboi ain’t gonna let us get rapped by some skinwalking looking bitch.

>>400517

>Good writeboi ain’t gonna let us get rapped by some skinwalking looking bitch

Don't curse us, anon.

>>400511

>fresh air

This Anon identifies the problem. Whatever she is emitting is clouding our thoughts and reducing our ability to resist. We can’t be in an enclosed space with her for long, so any option that involves staying longer is a no-go. We need fresh air, pronto.

>>400549

>>400486

<we need to run,

You tried to breath as little as possible, keeping that stench out of your lungs. The warmth in your chest was welcoming, and you began to feel your legs tremble underneath you.

“Look.” You managed to cough. “I know you're not Rory… What you're doing is wrong, I don't know if its that full moon shit, or if you're just like this. But you can't do this…”

The impostor looked at you with a tilted head again, her ruby eyes narrowed and her smile widened. It wasn't a malicious smile, but rather a sweet one, like you just told her something she finds endearing. The impostor locked her hands behind her back and began to advance on you, slower than before, one foot after another.

In a last ditch effort, you grabbed the phone from the table and threw it at her, but it didn't even seem to phase her as she moved her head to the side, the phone crashing into the arm rail of the stairs and landing on the last stair.

She was covering your exit to the kitchen or the front door, so arming yourself, at the moment, wasn't and option. Still she advanced. You had only one option, and you didn't like it. You could hurt yourself and bleed out, or worse. Still, you gulped down and muttered…

“Sorry Grandpa.” You said, as you charged for the front living room window.

You charged to the window, but suddenly you felt the strength in your legs give out. With a yelp of surprise, you fell to the floor, doing your best to protect your head and face on the way down. You gasped for air, which might had been a big mistake. Trying to stand, you could still move your legs, but they refused to carry your weight, and with no other option, you crawled to the living room window and leaned against the wall under it.

The impostor watched as you crashed and waited for you to sit up straight, afterwards she turned her body towards you and approached you again. You tried not to breath in that aroma, but it was getting harder between the bouts of effort and the panic you had found yourself in.

She approached, and suddenly her skin began to flake away like ash, revealing a second layer of skin underneath. Her face changed shape, and the ears on her head moved to her forehead and thinned out into pale skinned horns. The dog like tail behind her also changed into a flicking, goats tail, and her hands mutated completely into human hands.

Her eyes also changed in their sockets, turning from human like eyes to that more like a goats, but they remained a ruby red. Her body changed completely, even her hair turned into a snow white and grew out to her back. Her eyes sent a shiver down your spine and another pound in your heart. She put her finger against her lower lip and smiled again. You were terrified now, feeling like she was going to kill you. But that terror was quickly overwhelmed by that inviting warmth in your chest.

She was inhuman, with those eyes, but her features were still gentle, and beautiful in her own way. Her stomach was flat and her breasts noticeable under her thin tank top.

>>400560

Finally, she lowered herself on all fours and crawled towards you. You wanted to fight and flee, but your body no longer allowed it. Each breath and gasp for air filled your body more with that sweetness. She crawled towards and placed her hands gently on your shoulders, straddling your lap. Her arms then moved around your neck as she positioned herself to sit down on top of you, wrapping her legs around your waist and pulling you into an embrace.

“Caught you…~” She whispered sweetly.

Before you could try to reason with her again, the intruder closed her eyes and pressed her lips against yours. Your eyes widened, her grip around you tightening until her body was fully pressed against yours. She moaned into your mouth, holding the kiss for close to fifteen seconds before finally releasing. You leaned your head back and gasped for air, unsure if that drool running down your chin was yours or hers.

She pressed her forehead against yours and began to grind against you. Tried as you might to resist, your felt your pants tighten against her warmth. The intruder then released her embrace and took your left hand by the wrist, raising it and pressing it against her breast.

Your mind was telling you this was wrong, so very wrong. But your body, and your heart, said otherwise. You didn't have it in you to fight anymore… Just let it happen, fall in love and be hers forever…

She leaned in for a kiss again, her lips touching your neck and cheek before making their way to your lips again. She stood up slightly and began to undo your pants…

The house came to life with a violent crash! The furniture in front of the front door flew back and crashed against the stairs as the front door was forced open. The intruder pulled herself away from you, her tail standing on end as she turned to the noise. In one motion, she leaped back with inhuman speed, landing on all fours before twisting around the corner and rushing up the stairs.

A man marched into the house, carrying a weapon in both hands, you couldn't tell by your blurred vision, but you believed it was some kind of shotgun. He was wearing a full face gask mask as well as a vest covered in pouches and tools.

“In here somewhere…” He grumbled to himself as he loaded a shell into his weapon.

He turned his head and looked into the kitchen, then into the living room, turning his body to get a full view. He spotted you right away and stepped inside further into the living room.

“Don't worry, buddy.” The man said. “I'm not going to make a mess of your home… Hey, I found him!”

Three more people entered your house, you noticed two of them as Rory and Marybelle, but the third, taller woman was a stranger to you.

“H-hey, are you okay!?” Rory asked, dropping to your side.

“Ernie, I think she got 'em!” The tall woman stated, standing beside you.

“Yeah, she did.” He confirmed. “If we took a few minutes longer we'd show up to an empty house.”

Your eyelids began to feel heavy, for the first time in awhile your nostrils breathed in clean air.

“Going to clean house, just in case.” The man stated. “Watch him, will ya?”

“Hey, hey, hold on, alright?” You heard Marybelle speak. “Just gonna be a 'lil while longer, okay?”

“Okay…” You said as you drifted off to sleep.

>>400561

You snapped awake sometime later, you weren't sure how long you were out. With a loud gasp you sat up from your position. You found yourself on the couch, alone at least for a moment.

“You up?” A man asked.

He noticed right away that it was the man who came in with a gas mask, now his face revealed and his mask in hand. He was a man around your age, he had a tired look on his face, a large nose, short brown hair, and a frown you thought was permanent.

“Y-yeah…” You confirmed, sitting straight on the couch.

“Good.” He sat down beside you and sighed.

With a sigh of effort, he reached for a bucket that was sitting on the living room table. “Hold this.”

“Okay…?” You complied.

The man you realized was Ernie then reached into one of his pouches and drew what looked like a branch. He lit the tip with a lighter and then waved it to put it out before putting it in your face.

“Smell this.” He ordered.

“Okay but what are you—HRNGGGHHH”

You began to vomit uncontrollably, pouring out a waterfall of a thick pink sludge from your mouth. It lasted for a few agonizing seconds before you could finally spit out the last bit from your saliva.

“What…What the fuck was that!?” You asked with a cough.

“That shit you were smellin?” He asked. “That's what it turns into.”

“What is it!?”

“Don't really have a scientific name for it. I just call it ooze.” He said, poking the sludge with a pen he had in his pouch. “Its kind of like a control substance, I guess? Or maybe more along the lines of a aphrodisiac. Makes the hard for a victim to run away if they breath in too much. Getting into the house is like throwing a gas bomb into a room without windows.”

“What was that thing?” You asked, holding your head in your hands.

“Skinwalker.” He stated bluntly. “Or fleshgaits, or whatever you want to call them. Back in the day, people used to think they…I don't know, eat people. I guess.”

“You're not very knowledgeable on this.” You admitted.

“Hey man, I just deal with them.” He said, putting his things away.

“What was it going to do to me?” You asked.

“She.” He corrected. “Was going to whisk you away to her nest to be her husband. Not a lot of people like that, so the towns hire people like me to handle it.”

“You've dealt with this before?”

“I think its the same one. They're a bitch to catch.” Ernie explained. “For all I know she's someone in one of the towns. She can cover up that aroma with perfume pretty well, for all we know she could be anyone.”

“Why?” You asked, finally sitting up straight. “Why is she like that?”

“No idea. Maybe species culture, maybe its instinct, its quiet when there isn't a full moon, however.”

Ernie stood up and drew his phone from a pouch, he looked a the screen and then tapped something in before putting it back in his pocket.

“That was the missus, she wants to know when I'm getting home…”

“Because of the–”

“Because of the full moon.” He cut you off. “I put some white ash around your house. That should keep her away for tonight. But I'm warning you…”

Ernie's expression suddenly turned serious, like an omen. “You're marked now. So watch your back.”

You gulped and nodded.

“Good.” He stretched. “May want to get a friend to stay here tonight, or something. I don't know, I'm not your dad.”

He gave you one last wave before exiting through the front door. You sat in silence for a moment when the door suddenly opened again, you jumped in shock, but sighed in relief when you saw Rory and Marybelle…And one other.

>>400562

“Good.” Rory sighed with relief. “You're okay.”

“Yeah…” You nodded. “But who…”

“Well, thats rude of me.” The third woman spoke up with a laugh.

She was tall, much taller than Rory and Marybelle, even you. She was wearing a red flannel shirt as well as a pair of denim jeans held up by a belt with a large, cowhorned engraved belt buckle as well as cattle boots. A top her head was a straw ranchers hat, but there were holes cut in for two large horns sticking out of both sides of her head. Her eyes were a bright green and her face was covered in freckles, and her hair, long and ginger, was held together at the bottom by a black ribbon.

She was also visibly muscular, muscular enough to put you to shame. And you did your best not to look at her rather impressive bust.

She approached you and offered you a hand. “I'm Annabelle. The other of the two “Belle” Sisters.”

“Nice to meet you.” You took her hand, taken off guard by her grip.

“Well. I'd like to have met on better circumstances. You've already met my sister.” Annabelle spoke in a lower voice than her sister, though it still had that feminine twang to it. “But all things considered. We should get going before the sun goes down and we start getting bad ideas.”

Marybelle smiled and waved while Anabelle tipped her hat. “Take care, alright?”

Rory stood waved as they left. She stood in the living room for a bit, looking outside before turning back to you. She was rubbing her arm and avoiding eye contact.

“Hey, I know that…I know that its full moon tonight still. But are you okay being out here alone?”

>>400563

While the white ash should keep her away, having Rory stay the night couldn't hurt, right?

>>400563

>too late to ask if all three of them could stay to make sure we make it through the night okay

>annabelle is a ginger with freckles and green eyes

shame that she doesnt have a strongfat build

Let’s ask Rory to stay over, also grab a knife to stash under the pillow. Maybe two. Jesus Christ that was a close one.

>>400563

<“Are you okay being out here alone?”

No. No we are not. At least not tonight. Rory must stay. Also, as soon as we have the time we need to buy some form of self-defence ASAP. I think a double barrel should do nicely, and a few knives to stash around the house.

>>400583

>Double-Barrel

As cool as those things are, it’s better we get a pump. Two shots might be enough for an upstanding African American gentleman, but skinwalkers would take a few more.

>>400563

We've got white ash around the house, we don't need to tempt fate by having Rory stick around. Say we'll be fine.

>>400563

I say we let her stay, but keep her in a different room and warn her not to pull any lewd bullshit

i do think we should waifu her eventually, but it’s too soon for that

>>400573

Seconded. When the time is right we will return this fear to its sender, with interest. Lessons/info from Ernie and anyone else at the earliest possible opportunity.

We also need to know how those mousegirls got back in. I'm betting there’s a secret way in/out of this house we could use as an escape route.

>>400563

Let Rory stay, since we're completely exhausted, and the house is wrecked. Even if the house is protected against whatever monsters white ash keeps away, we'd be almost defenseless if some other enterprising monster were to show up.

We should tell Rory about the mice and ask her advice on what we should do to protect ourselves from these annoying horny monsters. Surely there are effective non-lethal ways to protect ourselves, so that we don't become a murderer, on accident. Like I'd feel pretty bad if we accidentally killed one of the mice.

>>400600

Fuck, forgot the sage.

>>400600

Get an Ithaca Model 37 pump action.

For close encounters.

>>400563

First thing first, ask Rory to stay. We need a guard Awoo.

We need to get a gas mask and some form of non-lethal weapon.

>>400563

>>400607

We might not need that, could always end up with Rory in bed so we wouldn’t have to worry about that skin walker.

>>400612

Are you sure? The skinwalker might not care, as she WAS here first in her eyes.

It doesn't hurt to be prepared.

>>400612

And the mice were quite happy to take turns with 'im.

>>400607

>non lethal

Pussy

Though salt rounds mixed with ash probably would work too

>>400598

Well, demon silver is a thing in this universe right? Surely they have rounds made of that available.

>>400643

>>400645

Sage!

>>400607

>non-lethal

>for the thing that almost NTRed Rory

Ms. Skinwalker is an adult who made an adult up decision and has to face the adult consequences. No mercy for NTR fags.

nb4 ow the edge.

Why not just bang the skinwalker? I do not see the problem. She can take on the appearance of any woman you want, clearly wants to marry you, and seems quite nice as the full moon makes all mammano a little crazy. Where is the problem?

>>400660

This

>>400662

SIDF pls go and stay go.

I also wish newfags would sage.

>>400660

technically it wasn't ntr, we haven't dicked rory yet. for now it's still any monster's game, if that creepy skinwalker chick succeeded in raping us before help could arrive, that would be it for the other monsters, because the fleshgait is already your waifu. unless you want to form a harem, that certainly would make for an interesting story.

>>400563

Voting that we go shopping and prep for the skinwalker returning tonight in order to show our superiority and waifu the shit out of her.

>>400672

Technically not NTR, yes, but Rory has the monster girl equivalent of “dibs” after they hung out. The mouse girls less so.

Scatter gun and silver bullets.

>>400662

>>400668

>>400673

Sage You Fags!!

>>400731

>still not saging

>>400731

>bang the skinwalker and rory at the same time?

Ernie said the skinwalker would run off with the MC and Rory won't get any then. So that idea is N/A.

“Yeah…” you sighed. “Yeah, it might be a good idea if you stayed here.”

“Okay…Okay!” Rory suddenly came to life. “You can count on me! I'll be the best guard dog you've ever had…I just…Do I sleep here or?”

“No, I uh.” You wiped your hand down your face, still a bit exhausted from the events that transpired. “I have a guest room, I just need to get new sheets for the bed.”

“Oh, well.” She clapped her paws together. “Lets do that!”

“Also, also.” You raised a hand and leaned forward, gagging on some of that sludge that may still be in your throat. “I need your advice.”

“Whats up?” Rory asked, sitting down on the couch.

“Monster, uh, keeping showing up at my house and breaking in.” You explained. “I have these mouse girls coming, they've broken in twice now.”

“Mice girls?” Rory asked, her ears suddenly standing on end. “They're the ones doing all that!?”

“Y-yeah, but don't get mad. They already promised me they wouldn't do it again.”

“I don't think it works like that–”

“Either way.” You rubbed the back of your head. “How do I…Stop that from happening?”

Rory leaned to the side with a furrowed smile. “You're going to ask a monster on a full moon what to do about monsters on a full moon?”

[Experience Farmhand] “Uh…W-well…” You choked.

Rory laughed and leaned back in the seat. She thought about it, one of her ears bending.

“Hmmm… Well… I don't really know. If they like you enough, they'll show up one way or another. Some people bunker down really hard with security systems and the likes. Others just kind of stay inside and wait it out.”

“I see…” You crossed your arms and leaned back.

“Well, most people don't have to deal with skinwalkers either.” She added.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit before Rory clapped again.

“We should get that bed ready!” she said. “No use just sitting around!”

“Uh…alright.” You agreed.

Rory tried to keep busy, making the bed and cleaning what was sticking out in the guest room. After that, she began to dust, and then after that she dusted the whole house. Once that was done, Rory said she was going out on “patrol” and then started to sprint laps around the property. You watched her circle for about four times before you decided to get your own work done.

[Experienced Farmhand] The crops looked ready, which itself was still baffling to you. Still, you decided to wait on pulling them out for now…

You putzed around the property for the rest of the day while Rory just kept herself busy. She even began to move the haybills you stacked, and then restacked them where you had them before. By the time night came along she was good and tired.

>>400757

You wanted to maybe watch some movies to pass some more time, but the sun was going down, and you felt like that was a bad idea. Every part of your body also ached, and you couldn't wait to go to bed.

“I think I'm going to turn in early…” You said. “Sorry if this is awkward for you.”

“Oh. No, I understand.” Rory acknowledged. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I'm just exhausted.” You assured her. “Make yourself comfortable. I'll see you tomorrow…”

“Good night.” She smiled and waved, watching you leave.”

Rory sat on the couch for a few more seconds, tapping her hands against her lap and looking around before getting up. “Guess I'll…Turn it as well.”

You had trouble falling asleep at first, obviously, the events that happened today in broad daylight kind of gave you a fear of the dark as well. You tossed and turned, and every now and then looked around your room and out the window, hoping not to see a figure prowling around. You thought you saw someone at first, but it turns out it was just one of the trees on the outskirts of the property.

You sighed and curled up, protection would be nice, maybe its time to pick up a gun or something, you doubt that Grandpa didn't have one, though you hoped you wouldn't have to use it. But as you thought about it, you heard a noise that made you sit up in your bed.

You stood frozen for a moment, staring into the moon illuminated darkness of your room. The noise was distant, but you knew it was in the house. With a shiver down your spine, you found the courage in you to investigate, only this time with your fists at ten and two, ready for a fight. You didn't smell that…Smell, but you were still worried.

“What now…?” You asked yourself, opening the door into the hallway. It was dark, and you had to go down said dark hallway to get to the light switch.

You did so, slowly, each step as painful as the last. You felt like something was going to grab you, or push you over, or make off with you like a bird carrying prey. But as you advanced, the sound grew louder. It sounded like…A woman.

You forgot about the lights, and instead followed the sound, moving past the stairs and towards the other side of the house. You managed to pin point the sound, muffled and coming from the guest bed room. It sounded like moaning…

[Experienced Farmhand] You went for the door know, maybe Rory needed help—

But suddenly stopped yourself. Your better judgment coming in to stop you last second. Something told you barging in there would be embarrassing for the both of you…

But…

You thought about it.

>>400758

We shouldn't just bust in on her. Chances are good that she heard us coming and knows we're outside the room anyways. But that's not guaranteed. And we don't want to needlessly embarrass her.

I'd say we should listen for a moment longer to confirm that she is okay, then go back to our room.

>>400759

She is incredibly cute, but do we really want it to happen like this? We should first see if she has feelings for us. It is the full moon, after all.

>>400758

>>400759

No. Let's not complicate things with Rory before we figure out how we'll handle being marked by a skinwalker.

>>400761

Even if Rory's self-possessed enough to not currently be trying to jump us, I'd also prefer that we not establish any relationship during the full moon.

>>400759

>>400765

BTW, one of the reasons I wanted us to tell Rory about the mice is so she'd realize she's not the only one who is interested in us. She's clearly interested, but she's a little shy about it. She needs to step up her game, if she doesn't want another monster to steal us away!

>>400765

>Let's not complicate things with Rory before we figure out how we'll handle being marked by a skinwalker.

You know, complicating things with Rory may be exactly what we need to do in order to handle being marked by a skinwalker. The skinwalker will smell her scent if she starts spending more time around our home. Not to mention that the skinwalker must be spending time spying on us. Otherwise, she wouldn't have known to change into Rory's shape to try and trick us.

>>400758

I really can't decide if Rory is trying to be helpful by staying during the full moon with us, or if she's being crafty by sticking close while we feel vulnerable during the full moon.

How long do these full moons last anyways? Feels like it's been three days now.

>>400770

I'm thinking we've had to have met the skinwalker before for her to latch on to us.

>She pleaded at you with her big, scarlet eyes. “Please. I promise we won't do it again! Just don't turn us in…”

Is it Cassie, did she decide to attempt the skinwalker approach after mouse attempt one and two failed?

>>400772

>How long do these full moons last anyways? Feels like it's been three days now.

It is currently the 3rd night. The last night of it.

>Is it Cassie

I doubt that. If it were Cassie alone, perhaps. But not with the whole mouse crew coming along. Red eyes is just a coincidence, I bet. They are common in MGs.

Let her have her privacy go back to sleep.

>>400770

>complicating things with Rory may be exactly what we need to do in order to handle being marked by a skinwalker

We should find out more about skinwalkers before we jump to any conclusions. She might just try to replace Rory. I'm not sold on Rory as a waifu anyway, nor am I ready to write off the skinwalker as a potential waifu.

>the skinwalker must be spending time spying on us

She's probably been aware of us since we moved in. As for her disguise, I figure the skinwalker spotted us from a distance when we dug up Rory's time capsule. She wasn't close enough to get Rory's hair right or familiar enough with wans to get the paws right.

>>400778

>nor am I ready to write off the skinwalker as a potential waifu

You're not the only one who is interested in the skinwalker. She's clearly sentient, though her nature is wild, rapey, and confusing. Besides, I kind of like Baphomets.

>>400778

I've had a terrible lust for the cat sisters ever since they've been introduced. I'm ashamed because they only have something like five lines of dialogue combined.

>>400780

I like the video game catgirl, but Rory is a better fit for the MC, IMO. She's outdoorsy and would be much happier with farmer life, probably.

>>400760

This

>>400783

I agree completely. We can't go wrong with Rory. And everyone needs a good wan.

But like that other anon mentioned, I am a bit interested in this skinwalker too. If we could somehow talk with her when she wasn't in predator-mode.

>>400786

That skinwalker sounds like some nope as hell demon to me, but fuck it or fight it, we’re going to need more info either way. So the best start would be to puzzle out who it is normally.

>>400787

I expect she normally live deep innawoods away from society. But I guess we can just ask around and find out what people know.

>>400787

<im betting on the jumpy cat girl,

>>400758

>start to make an ahem noise, stop, and then go to bed loudly

>>400798

<No friendo, I'm saying jumpy catgirl is the skinwalker

>>400809

Dunno why anyone thinks the skinwalker would necessarily be living in society at all. There's no way it could fool people, under close inspection. The shapeshifting is just a trap to temporarily gain men's trust, before she rapes and kidnaps them.

>>400810

And besides, I think this "skinwalker" might really just a Baphomet playing games.

>>400810

It might be a goatman type skinwalker rather than a fleshgait. That would actually explain a couple of things I thought weird for a fleshgait.

>>400840

Lets get to picking crops man, see about calling up the nice and/or asking Rory if picking plants would do well to help with training, I guess some sort of cardio. I would also take something out there with me for defense, I don’t know why these are growing so fast but I would want to just be careful.

>>400840

>harvest

Call the mice and have them help with the harvest so it doesn't take too long. At some point we should also try talking with them individually to get to know them better.

>buyer

Leonard mentioned that The Antler sells some local produce, and that there's a farmer's market in Warrington. We should check the prices of various kinds of produce at both locations and sell part of our harvest to the cat girls and part at the market.

>>400835

>>400828

All the skinwalker stories can be broken into three different types.

The Navajo skinwalker-is a human who through the use of dark magic gains the ability to shapeshift. They typically don’t mess with people and are the rarest type to encounter

The goatman skinwalker- more common than the Navajo type. This one isn’t necessarily lethal, and Often seems more like a trickster that wants to be left alone than a malicious hunter. It seems to be able to warp perception of distance and movement making it seem like it can teleport. Almost always found alone.

The fleshgait-this is the one most of the stories seem to mention. If you encounter this one while alone you’re pretty much dead already. Very intelligent, can mimic speech or any animal sounds, but must have a body to possess/steal to appear human. Anything smaller than .308 is useless against them. Can be encountered either alone, or in pairs.

>>400840

I'm good with post >>400849 ideas of trying to split produce between The Antler and the Farmer's Market. We're more likely to sell it quickly, while it is still ripe that way. And maybe make a bit more money than selling all at one place. We should also keep a bit of our harvest to make strawberry preserves for ourselves.

I think we should be able to manage just fine picking it ourselves. I don't want to bug Rory again so soon, and it's not all that big of a harvest. I'm not too excited about the idea of calling the mice for help. They'd expect compensation. And frankly, I don't want to encourage them to hang around, at this point. But my feelings on that may change if they can learn to respect us enough not to break into our damn house anymore. They aren't taking that seriously enough.

>>400850

>The goatman skinwalker

OP may have something else in mind, but this one seems most fitting for our goatgirl. She didn't seem particularly evil, just very rapey. And she sure as hell has that ability to warp perception of distance and movement thing down. And it could very well be that she was only acting this aggressively because of the full moon. I would still like to ask around about them and see if we can't track her down. Maybe Ernie could give us useful info.

>>400857

I figure we should give the mice opportunities to interact positively with us instead of ignoring them and hoping for the best.

>>400868

They just seem so two-faced and untrustworthy. So far they are the least appealing we've met, for me.

Rory has been a much better friend to us, even if it is partially because of her nostalgia of spending quality time with our grandfather. So far she seems like much better waifu material than any of the mice, by far.

But I also wouldn't mind getting to know the catgirls a bit better, especially if we want to start selling them produce.

We've barely spoke to the Holstaur sister neighbors, which both seem quite friendly. And we have still yet to meet the major Natashya. And we barely spoke to the spider librarian. The woods supposedly have werewolves in them. We've barely scratched the surface in possible waifus.

>>400872

Cassie trying to sleep with us after breaking in a second time did come across as manipulative, but we shouldn't judge the other mice based on her conduct. One of them might be much more agreeable. I dislike harems, so I'm not suggesting that we marry a mouse girl unless she decides she'd rather not share us. By the same token, I wouldn't want to be with one of the cat girls unless they don't actually want to share us. Rory's not bad, but I don't find her very appealing. I'm still willing to give the skinwalker or any of the other girls a chance.

>>400880

>we shouldn't judge the other mice based on her conduct.

I think they colluded with Cassie to setup the whole opportunity for Cassie to jump in our bed. Remember how some of them refused to move when we gave them blankets? Their only redeeming factor is that they didn't outright try and rape us. But even that wouldn't bother me as much as their sneakiness.

>>400881

>>400880

If our character were more streetwise, then maybe Cassie would be an okay option. But since we're a bit ignorant, and too dull-witted, Cassie could run circles around us with manipulation. But I'll accept the idea that some of the other mice might actually be less manipulative and better waifu material.

>>400881

>some of them refused to move when we gave them blankets

The only one we tried to move but couldn't was the one sleeping in the field.

>they didn't outright try and rape us

Proactive dating was the plan before they got caught, but that's to be expected of suitors on the full moon.

>sneakiness

A stealthy approach makes sense as a preamble to a proactive date considering our relative sizes, and none of them have lied to us. Even Cassie saying she wanted to pay us back for not calling the cops was probably honest, even if she mostly just wanted to sleep with us.

>>400890

>>400882

Cassie strikes me as a bit of a ringleader here. I’m pretty easy on how we treat her from here on in, but I think the other mice would be worth taking the time to know. Some of the shyer, more forthright ones may yet come good. They still have a hole to climb out of, but I’d be willing to let them try.

At the very least, I wouldn’t want to totally disconnect someone who can get into the house whenever they want, not until we know how they’re doing it and have stopped them. If a mouse can let themselves in, pretty much anything else could lie in wait and force their way past as it does.

>>400891

>Cassie strikes me as a bit of a ringleader here.

I get the same impression. She's probably the one that makes their crazy ideas for antics turn into reality.

>I wouldn’t want to totally disconnect someone who can get into the house whenever they want

That does bring up a good point. We should give the house another thorough inspection. There must be something we overlooked before. I still suspect there is some hidden passage or something. Maybe a place where we could use those old keys.

>>400891

>I think the other mice would be worth taking the time to know.

Let’s keep an eye out for the one who discovered that she liked being tied up.

First things first, harvest your crops, but you didn't have to do it alone. You almost felt like you were abusing the free labor, then you decided that you weren't and just called them up anyway. Cassie grumbled on the phone, but she told you she would be there in a few minutes.

And as she said, there she was with the rest of her friends. Two of them even showed up in denim overalls with a hat and gloves, kind of respectable in its own way.

“So, we're pulling the veggies out?” Cassie asked, putting on her own pair of gloves.

“Yeah, the strawberries need to be picked and I need help pulling the potatoes out of the ground.”

“Well, may as well get to it.” Cassie stretched.

Work began rather swimmingly, boxes were gathered and laid out to store the crops. You taught three of them how to pick strawberries without ripping the stem while Cassie and two others helped you dig up potatoes.

[Experienced Farmhand] You didn't make a big deal out of it around the others, but there were…Way too many potatoes down here for what you actually planted. You began to dig them out, but as you did so, you felt a flash of…Something, and suddenly lost your footing, falling into the dirt.

One of Cassie's friends, the one with the amber hair and pony-tail yelped in surprise and came over to you to see what had happened.

“Are you okay!?” She asked, crouching over to look at you.

“Y-yeah.” You said, shaking your hair. “Don't know what that was about.

You noticed your arm was cut slightly, not deep, but just enough to draw blood. The girl blinked and reached into her overall pocket, drawing a tissue and wiping the blood away before reaching into her pocket again and drawing a band-aid. You sat there, staring, as she peeled the band-aid and applied it to the cut.

“There we go!” She said with a smile. “All better.”

She went back to work a second later, leaving you in the dirt. You shook your head and stood back up, brushing yourself off and stretching. What was that about? Why did you just lose your footing? You put it to the back of your mind and got back to work.

It didn't take long for you all to gather your harvest, though you produced much more than you expected. Box after box was filled with potatoes and you had enough strawberries to feed a small hamlet. You sat down and crossed your arms, looking it all over. There was a pretty penny in here, that was for sure.

“So, whats the plan now?” Cassie asked.

For the farmers market, you would probably have to register a booth with whatever town was hosting it. You could also go to the Antler or to any other store that sells produce and strike a deal. You also remembered that Leonard mentioned your Grandpa setting up a deal with some organization in “The city”.

But it was up to you.

>>400922

Offer some strawberries to the girls and see how they react. We're growing things at MONsanto speed, after all. It would help to know more about this food before putting it in any market.

>>400922

Give some strawberries to mice. A few taters too if they want ‘em. They did good and appear to be showing a few signs of reformation.

I also disagree with the monogamy purists. Large mice are at least by MGE reference, cue reeeee naturally polygynous; forcing them to not share with their packmates would make them feel very lonely and cut off, which is cruel. I think that a harem of reformed-delinquent mousewives would be nice. It’s a shame they’re nameless except for Cassie.

A wan is fine too.

>>400922

Cassie's "friend with the ponytail" has come up a few times before, it feels like. Find out what her name is, at least. And I agree that it's fine about giving them some of our harvest.

Interesting that whatever it is that's special about our dirt has popped up again. I hope the old crazy guy Herbert who was looking into our dirt finds out something soon. At this point I'm suspecting Mandragoras or possibly Matangos (hopefully not these). But who knows what it could be.

>>400922

Those strawberries won’t last long. They need to be eaten, preserved or sold quite quickly. Offer some to the mice, try to sell a few to the catgirls, and while we’re there, buy sugar, jars and a bottle of vodka. We’d do well to make strawberry jam babushka style, it’s easier for us to keep, and it’ll sell for more if we want to. Potatoes are good for a while somewhere cool and dark, we can always ask around and take a bit more time.

>>400906

We should get to know bondage-mouse, yeah. She seems like she’s got a good sense of humour. Also the one who was kind enough to put a band-aid on us, she sounds sweet. (Are they the same mouse?)

Let's give Herbert some of it, see if it helps his research.

>>400922

>>400951

I'm on board with offering the mice some strawberries then heading to The Antler. In addition to the jam, we should make some kompot. If there's time left after we've gone to The Antler, we could head to Warrington and see about registering a booth at their farmer's market.

>Are they the same mouse?

They're different. Let's get the name and phone number of each mouse before we head out.

>>400942

I didn't say anything about forcing polygynous MGs not to share. I just wouldn't want to be in a relationship with someone who does. Large mice might be, like humans are with monogamy, facultatively instead of obligately polygynous. Even if the vast majority of large mice are polygynous, some might be content with or even prefer a monogamous relationship.

>>400959

Not a bad idea. Give him some potatoes and get a status update.

>>400951

>the one who was kind enough to put a band-aid on us, she sounds sweet.

She is the one we had head-locked, not pig tied. And she was the first mouse willing to answer our question about why the mouse girls targeted our house on the full moon, until Cassie smacked her. So she certainly does seem like a sweet girl, compared to the other mice, at least.

>>400922

Wait a minute…

> "You began to dig them out, but as you did so, you felt a flash of…Something, and suddenly lost your footing, falling into the dirt"

> "You noticed your arm was cut slightly, not deep, but just enough to draw blood"

Are we being targeted by kamaitachis now? Try to get some info about common monsters of the region later.

You picked up a strawberry from the box and handed it to the nearest mouse to you.

“Here, everyone try one.” You handed each mouse a strawberry.

Cassie was the first to eat it, and everyone followed soon after. They chewed for a second before their faces melted with joy, each giving some sort of response of bliss.

“Itsh amashing” Cassie commented.

You looked the strawberry over and threw one in your mouth. It was…Pretty good. You mean, it was pretty great for a strawberry, but it wasn't anything mind blowing.

You stood up, while they were enjoying their apparently god-like strawberry, you decided that, maybe, by now, it was time to learn all of their names.

“You know.” You got their attention. “I really only know Cassie. What is the rest of your names.”

“Wouldn't you like to kno-” The haughty short-haired mouse was suddenly cut off.

“I'm Maggie!” The pig-tailed mouse introduced herself.

“Kendra…” The short haired mouse pouted.

“Emily.” The pony-tailed mouse introduced herself with a wave.

“Poppy!” The mouse with the fluffy blonde hair introduced next.

And finally. “Daisy.” From the side-swept mouse with the purple hair.

“Well then.” You nodded. “Good to meet you all, I guess.”

You didn't have long on some of the produce after picking, so you grabbed what you wanted to sell right off the bat and had the mice help you put the rest in storage. With that done, all of you parted way and you went back to work. You noticed Emily and Poppy tried to nab a few more strawberries when they thought you weren't looking, but it was just one more each, so you weren't really worrying about it.

The drive into town had you thinking. Were they just trying to make you feel good about your harvest? The mice were acting pretty ecstatic about your strawberries… Maybe Herbert knows more. You decided before anything else, you would pay him a visit.

Driving up to his house, you took one of each of your harvest and knocked on his door.

“Hey, its me!” You called out. “Don't point a damn gun at me this time!”

The door opened and there stood the crazy old coot with a magnifying glass strapped on a head band and a ripped up lab coat over his usual clothing.

“Whad'ya want?” He asked, lifting the magnifying glass from his left eye.

“I got a harvest done.” You said. “I think there must be something going on with the produce as well. My helpers were pretty crazy about them.”

“Really?” He took the potato from your hand and stared at it. “Really, really really really…?”

A second later he snatched the strawberry from you as well. “This'll help some'thin fierce! I'll get back to you when I can!”

He closed the door before you could say anything, you could hear him giggling from behind the door before you shook your head and made your way back to the truck.

But as you approached the truck, you noticed someone walking slowly past. A woman, about up to your chin in height. She silver hair at the length of her neck as well as a pair of circular glasses in front of her eyes. She was wearing a scarf and a light-blue turtle neck sweater that fit her form perfectly. As well a grey pair of pants and a band around her right wrist.

She was holding on to a map in big, fluffy, black furred bear like claws. The similar coloured ears on her head twitched every so often, and each step was taken carefully on fuzzy, bear-like feet that clicked as they touched the pavement.

She looked confused, and distressed, moaning softly to herself as she scratched her head. She turned the map over, pushed her glasses on her face, shook her head, and then turned it over again.

Guess she was lost…Maybe you should help her?

>>401033

We should definitely take a moment to see if we can help out this bear-girl. Based on her hair coloring, she sounds like a Ren Xiongmao (panda bear-girl), who have white hair and black fur. A grizzly bear-girl would probably have darker hair and brown fur.

Then we can go on to sell some of our harvest to the catgirls hopefully. And we need to check on renting a place at the farmer's market.

>>401033

Offer help, maybe even a lift into town if she needs it. Maybe strike up idle conversation about being fairly new in town as well just to keep some company. We need to forget about what happened last night if only for a few minutes, plus we want to still be neighborly.

Inb4 [Experienced Farmhand]

Then back to what we were doing.

I’m conflicted, Rory is top tier but I’m also interested in Cassie and her posse. I’m normally all about monogamy but… other than mousewives is harem possible?

>>401033

>Proper_Upbringing.exe activated.

Help, obviously.

I like this story so far

Should have fucked rory

>>401116

Sage your posts in CYOA theads, faggot!

>Should have fucked rory

Never say never. It would have been cheap to fuck her on the full moon, without getting to know her a bit more.

>>401116

Sage please!

>>401116

Learn to SAGE

You approached her.

[Experienced Farmhand] CAREFULLY! You're very big and strong looking, you didn't want to frighten her.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

The woman jumped a bit and looked up at her map, holding it close to herself. She blinked twice before laughing nervously and bowing slightly.

“S-sorry!” She apologized.

“Oh- no, no. I shouldn't have sneaked up on you like that!” You said, even though you did your best not to sneak up on her. “Are…Are you lost?”

The woman blinked again and then looked at her map. “…Lost.” She repeated before laughing and nodding.

She approached you and stood at your side, showing you the map and pointing to where she thought she had to go.

“Need go, Mah'ssa” She pointed.

Mah'ssa? Did she mean…

“Do you mean Martha's?” You asked.

“Ohhh, yes yes, Mah…Tha.”

For some reason it didn't hit you before. She's a foreigner, and straight off the plane, at that. The woman stood straight and pointed at her self.

“Mah-tha is, uhm. Mama's Sista?”

“Your aunt?”

“Yes! Yes yes!” She laughed, clapping her paws together with a click. “Auntie! Stay and work there for while!”

You remembered driving past Martha's almost every time you've come to Everton, she was way off course if she was outside Herbert's, almost out of town.

“I can take you there if you want.”

She looked genuinely surprised at your generosity, she bowed her head and thanked you, following you along like you were gonna walk.

“Actually, my truck is right here.” You told her.

That sounded creepy.

“Oh! Okay!” She said.

Oh, good. That was close.

You opened the passenger door for her, she almost slipped getting in to the truck, so you helped her by letting her push her palm against your hand to hoist herself in. You go into the driver's seat a minute later and began your trip into town.

“So, where are you from?” You asked.

“Where, from?” She asked.

“You know like…uhh… Come from?” You tried again.

“Oh!” She laughed. “I from Tang.”

“Tang, huh? That's a long way's away.” You joked.

The girl giggled, thought about what she wanted to say for a second, and then said “Right across pond!” as a joke.

You gave her a laugh, though you didn't really find it that funny. The ride was only a few minutes before you reached Martha's.

“There you go, Miss.” You announced, pulling over. “Just as promised.”

“S-Sankyuu” She bowed her head again.

The girl went for the passenger handle before stopping herself. She turned back to you.

“Name?” She asked.

“My name?” You asked in return before giving it to her.

“Nice to meet you!” She said with a bow of her head before pointing at herself. “Daiyu Fan…Er, Fan Daiyu!”

“Nice to meet you, Fan.” You said with a smile.

Fan smiled back, reached into her bag and drew a pen and notepad. She scribbled a number on the paper before ripping it and handing it to you.

“Come visit, okay?” She said before kissing you on the cheek. “Bye bye!”

You rubbed your cheek and waved as she left. You put the truck into drive and shook your head. What a good day's it been.

>>401129

You finally reached the Antler, parking where you usually park and heading inside. There was a teenager manning the customer service, so you approached.

“Hey, is the owner in?” You asked.

“Owner barely comes in.” The boy said, closing his book. “You'll have to talk to his daughter.”

“Well, look who it is.” A new voice added.

You turned around to meet Ako's older sister standing behind you. She put down the crates she was carrying and wiped her hands on her apron.

“What can I help you with?” She asked with a sweet smile.

“I got some produce to sell.” You came out with it. “You guys looking for fresh fruit and vegetables?”

“We're always looking for local produce.” She stated. “What do you have to sell?”

You had her follow you to the truck, showing her the boxes of potatoes and strawberries you had with you.

“Pulled these out today.” You stated. “Doesn't get any fresher than that.”

“Hm…” She reached into the box and picked up a strawberry between two of her fingers.

Looking it over, she put it in her mouth and chewed. Suddenly, you saw almost the same reaction that the mice had. Her ears drooped and her tail began to wag and swish, she closed her eyes and cupped her cheek as she chewed.

“Oh my god…” she whispered. “They're incredible…”

“I'd offer you a potato.” You joked. “But I don't know if you want to eat a raw spud.”

After finishing her strawberry, she climbed on your back tire and looked into your truck. She stepped back down and took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

“I'll give you 3500g for the lot.”

[Experienced Farmhand] “Make it 4000g.”

“Done.” She shook your hand, not even trying to haggle.

You drove to the back and helped her bring all the boxes inside. After a few minutes, Ako came from the front of the store. She tried to say something but her sister plucked a strawberry into her mouth. She had the exact same reaction her sister did, almost melting on the spot.

“Where'd…You get these?” Ako asked.

“Our farmer friend over here.”

“Oh my god…” She sighed. “We bought them, right?”

“Of course!”

“Well, make a contract with him!” Ako ordered.

“Wait, not yet!” Ako's sister narrowed her eyes on you, the slits of her pupils narrowing. “Not…Yet.”

You looked around the warehouse, trying to avoid eye contact. “Uhhh…”

“Bring your next shipment next time you harvest.” She says. We'll talk more business then.”

“Alright then…”

You nodded at the sisters and left them to their new goods.

After the groceries you had to buy over the last few days and the seeds you bought, you're up to 4400g all together, quite the profit. You felt good, real good, almost too good… But you still had things to do…

It was time to head south, now that you thought about it, you've only been to Warrington once, and it was to visit that “Froghole” store. The community hall wasn't hard to find, and after signing some forms with an elderly lady and paying the 150g entry fee.

The truck was empty now, and you had three days before the farmers market opened. It was a little past noon, now.

You currently have 4400g saved.

>>401130

buy some more of the strawberry seeds if we can

also we should visit anna and mary because i want to see if we can waifu one of them rather than rory even though rory seems alright too

>>401134

>>401129

Nothing wrong with some asian bear.

We should take our time in regards to waifuing one or more girls.

We should buy a 'Gas Mask' and 'non-lethal' weapons for when the skinwalker comes.

>>401130

Lets buy a gas mask and a cheap shot gun, along with a variety of shot gun shells: rock salt, buck shot, and slugs.

And I propose a new operation for us to work on.

We shall.

Capture the Skinwalker!

It shouldn't be too much more difficult than trapping an animal. We know she'll probably come back. We know what she wants. And we know how to defend against her. It's just a matter of luring her to just the right place. We can worry about the details when we secure the house a little better. We just need to make sure we warn the other girls about it.

>>401130

I’d ask one of the girls why they might think that these strawberries are so good. Maybe being monsters they would know why it might be so good.

Also let’s bring some strawberries to Rory to thank her for staying with us that one night.

>>401141

>I’d ask one of the girls why they might think that these strawberries are so good. Maybe being monsters they would know why it might be so good.

I think it's because they are full of monster mana. I think we're dealing with some kind of plant monster girl on our property that we've yet to identify.

>>401137

> take our time

Seconded, I want to know everyone a little bit first.

>>401140

Yeah, totally. We need to be confident we can defend ourselves first, and then find this thing a new home, it’s obviously a bother to the locals. Although tbh if it doesn’t take a hint real quick, I’m not squeamish about redecorating the living room.

>cheap shotgun

Sure, assuming it’s nice and reliable (as I’m sure you would be thinking already, not much goes wrong on your standard-issue boom-stick). We also need to get/make some white ash.

> warn the other girls

Especially the mice. I’m sure they don’t want to get shot at, and if they know we’re not going to be dishing out just headlocks and bondage lessons anymore it pretty much guarantees we won’t find them in the house uninvited.

>>401150

I was imagining a simple cheap single shot shotgun. They are very reliable. Good for home defense. And buying a variety of different kinds of rounds would make it useful for hunting and home defense. An experienced farmhand should already be experienced with one.

>>401150

As far as capturing the skinwalker goes, I was thinking we'd try to trap her. If we have a gas mask then we'd be in a good position to question her, and see if we can't reason with her a little. And if she entirely refuses to cooperate, then we can turn her over to Ernie.

>>401165

Sounds adequate to me. I'm actually looking to buy a shotgun IRL, as well. For my own personal home defense. But I haven't looked into it much yet.

When looking back at it, you don't think you ever thanked the two rancher sisters properly for helping you yesterday. You decided that it was a good place to stop for the day, it was on the way home anyway.

You drove into Annabelle Ranch and parked where you did when you first arrived in town. Again, you saw Marybelle sitting on the porch and waving to you with a smile. She stood up and shouted something, and a second later, the much taller Annabelle stepped out of the house, drying her hands in a cloth.

“Well, look who's out and about!” Annabelle greeted you. “Thought you'd be out'a commission with the way we left'ya back at the farm.”

“No, I think I'll be alright.” You assured.

“Well shoot, aint that good to hear?” She laughed and patted you on the shoulder with enough force to almost force you off your feet.

“Sis, maybe take it easy?” Marybelle insisted.

“Shoot, sorry. Got a little carried away.” Anabelle took you by the shoulders and straightened you up.

“I just wanted to thank you for coming to help me yesterday.” You told them.

“No problem. Got the call from Ernie to come help.” Marybelle explained.

“Didn't like the idea of one of those changers being so close to the farm anyway.” Annabelle added.

“So then!” Annabelle put an arm around you. “Can we interest ya in some livestock? A chicken er two? Maybe a cow? I'll give you a neighbors discount…”

“Anna…” Marybelle scolded her taller sister. “Maybe give him a bit to settle in first?”

[Experienced Farmhand] “I…I still need to get everything I need for livestock.” You gulped, trying to ignore her breast pressed against the side of your head.

“Well. I hope you come to us fer all your needs.” Annabelle said, letting go of you a second later. “Always good to sell locally.”

“Oh man.” You rubbed your arm. “I should have brought you guys some strawberries. I didn't even think about that after selling a truck load to the Antler.”

“You have your first harvest?” Marybelle asked. “Already?”

“I thought it wouldn't be much, but it all grew like crazy.” You explained. “Everyone who's tried them seems to love them.”

“Well, maybe we'll stop by sometime and get ourselves a few!” Annabelle laughed.

The three of you talked for a time, sharing farmer and ranching tips and the like.

[Experienced Farmhand]They were both surprised at the amount of knowledge you had on animal husbandry and cattle rustling, expecting you to be just a soil tiller.

>>401186

“Though.” Annabelle stated. “Shouldn't be surprised, considerin' how built you are.”

Her compliment caught you off guard, but you managed to thank her either way. You lost track of time, and before long, it was time to head off. You said your goodbyes and headed back home, the two sisters watching you leave with a wave.

You noticed Annabelle said something short to Marybelle before the shorter sister jabbed Annabelle in the side with her elbow. You played it off as some banter before driving up the road back home.

The night was as casual as it could be, finishing some yard work before heading inside. You had some plans tomorrow to pick up some more seeds and expand the garden a bit. But for now, it was time to settle in. You watched another movie, an old action movie from when you were a kid, and quickly realized that you were running out of entertainment. But it was another thing to handle tomorrow, for now, it was late, and time for bed.

Getting to bed…Took some effort. You found yourself looking out the window a few times, hoping not to see anything in the shadows. You didn't, but somehow that made it even worse. But after awhile, you just fell asleep on your own, drifting away with the blanket over your head…

Your eyes opened with a blink, you found yourself naked in your room. The room was colorless and you could hear nothing, but you could feel. Your were hard, and thrusting into somebody. Her legs were wrapped around your waist, and you felt something furry wrapped around your leg. The last thing you remembered was lying in bed before sleep claimed you, but now you were having sex with somebody.

You looked at the person lying in your bed, and to your surprise, it was Ako's sister, you never did get her name. She was looking back at you, her mouth open with what you presumed was moaning, and her lustful eyes were staring back at you. Her back was arched, and she was holding on to the back of your bed, her breasts heaving in the air with every thrust.

Your hands were grasping firmly against her hips, her soft skin pleasant to the touch. You leaned in and her grip around your waist got tighter, her hands releasing the frame of your bed and wrapping under your arms, one paw on your back and the other on the back of your head. You couldn't hear her, but you felt her hot breath against your ear. And her breasts against your naked chest. Your thrusts became faster and wilder, the tension building in your loins.

You suddenly sat up in bed with a yelp of surprise, perspiration gathered on your neck and back. You sighed and wiped your face. It was all a dream? But what kind of dream was that. You sat still and then narrowed your eyes, feeling something odd and wet in your sheets. You quickly lifted your blanket and realized… Oh jeez.

You've never had that happen before. At least you didn't wet the bed…

You groaned and wiped your face with your hands, only noticing the knock at your door a second later. Deciding to deal with it later, you cleaned yourself up first and headed down stairs. Who could it be this early?

“Hello?” You asked, opening the door.

You had to look down to see Emily standing at the front door, she was wringing her pony tail in her hands and avoiding eye contact. She seemed both stressed and embarassed.

“Hey…” She said.

“…Hi?” You greeted her.

You looked behind her and noticed the moped in your driveway.

“Do you think I could hang out with you today?” She asked.

“Hang out with me?” You repeated her words.

“Yeah like. I can help with farm work or help you with errands?”

You gave it some thought.

>>401187

Take mouse girl gun shopping. Get a good scattergun, some buckshot, slugs, and empty shells with the works to make custom loads. Salt, silver, etc. for silver rounds, all that’s really needed are some silver coins. Money shots are always fun.

>>401187

Yes, Emily can hang out with us. We should ask her if she's alright since she seems a little off.

The dream might have just been us getting unusually sexually excited by demonic energy in the strawberry we ate, but that doesn't explain the colorblindness, deafness, or the presence of Ako's sister. If it were a regular wet dream, then it probably would have featured someone we're closer to like Rory or one of the mice, or the skinwalker since she kissed us. Ako's sister might have done something magical to us as a prelude to whatever contract the cat girls have in mind. Can't say I like the idea of our dreams being invaded or manipulated. It might also have something to do with whatever cut us in the field yesterday.

>>401187

>You gave it some thought.

We should give her a chance just to hang out. Aside from being part of the mice posse, she has shown signs of being good waifu material. We can ask her what she thinks of our plans or what she thinks we should do.

Lets go to town and pick up new seeds, and get pricing for ranching supplies. We need to replant quickly.

And contrary to the more bloodthirsty anons, I'd still rather capture the skinwalker alive and mostly unharmed. The question is, what would it take to contain something like her without her being able to escape? Something we could somehow coax her into entering.

>>401187

>>401197

First we should do some stuff with the mousegirl, maybe teach her a thing or two about firearms and home defense. As for catching the skinwalker, i have a clever but dirty plan. We do a ton of exercizes and work up a sweat for the 3 days before the next full moon, when her sexual instincts are heightened. don’t shower for those last three days, now take the clothes we were wearing, jerk off on them for good measure and put the down in the woods somewhere when the full moon starts. Wait for her to take the bait, and activate some sort of fleshgait-proof trap. maybe a steel net with very heavy weights in the tree-canopy.

Other ideas are welcome though, it’s probably still not perfect

>>401197

>And contrary to the more bloodthirsty anons, I'd still rather capture the skinwalker alive and mostly unharmed. The question is, what would it take to contain something like her without her being able to escape? Something we could somehow coax her into entering.

Human level intelligence means most traps are out of the question. Further still, what would even work in the first place?

>>401198

>maybe a steel net with very heavy weights in the tree-canopy.

>Other ideas are welcome though, it’s probably still not perfect

Not this, though mostly because a “steel net” would be expensive as fuck and wouldn’t work good for anything but slowing her down.

Stick with the original plan. Get gun, and hope she’s smart enough to not try anything. If she does, well, you don’t need kneecaps to breathe.

>>401219

>Forgot sage

I think I’ll need that gun for myself.

>>401219

I agree to a point, she could probably just get gremlin-made artificial kneecaps paid for by the gubmint, but i think we’re overestimating her strength a little, i’m pretty sure her biggest weapon is her smell, otherwise the crew that saved us wouldn’t have been as much of a threat to her.

besides, trying to capture her sound like it would make for a more interesting storyline

Let her in, offer her some cheese.

>>401187

Hanging out with Emily sounds like a good plan. Let’s grab some supplies, maybe look at guns, and get ice cream after.

It seems like maybe Emily likes us fine by me, or there’s been an argument with the other mice and she doesn’t want to be alone.

If it starts to look like the last one, we might have to be a bit careful about what we say to the other mice.

>>401197

I’m not totally opposed to the idea of trap-and-relocate or similar, but a LOT can go wrong when you play that game as the prey. Especially with something that can paralyse you and seems to warp perception of where it is. If things get to the same point as last encounter, I’d want an 'out' that didn’t need someone else to turn up.

>>401187

>Emily shows up alone, where are the other micegirls?

How do we know this ain't the skinwalker?

>>401238

I doubt it, from our first encounter she seemed like a pretty autistic girl, i think we’d be able to figure out if something is wrong pretty quickly

>>401238

Skinwalkers don’t ride mopeds hopefully.

>>401238

>How do we know this ain't the skinwalker?

Skinwalkers work by element of surprise. And it damn near worked. She would have gotten us if help didn't arrive just when it did. But if you know to expect one, then I'd imagine they are fairly easy to spot. Especially one with the quirky emotionless mannerisms of the one we encountered.

>>401237

>Especially with something that can paralyse you and seems to warp perception of where it is

I don't think that shit works if you're wearing a gas mask. At that point a shotgun should be more than sufficient to protect yourself. But I was originally envisioning trapping her inside one of the rooms in our home (or perhaps a different building), then chatting with her while we have the gas mask on.

>>401271

> gas mask

I think you’re right, for the paralysis. For the warped perception… I'm not so sure it’s going to be only that.

>>401273

The warped perception could easily be from the scent causing you to hallucinate and trip out. That's more likely than it being magical, in my opinion. But I may be wrong.

>>401275

>>401273

Well… There is probably a little bit of magic involved too. But I bet a gas mask would still help with it to some extent.

Hey, why don’t we employ the help of the girls? While I know the full moon turns on their waterworks and could become a problem, the belle sisters pulled through as did Rory, so having them help us trap this thing might not be a bad idea. The mice would probably get in the way… unless this skinny was enough of a threat to keep them to their senses. (Were the girls even affected by the gas?) we get the gas mask(s), our firearm, lethal or nonlethal (probably best nonlethal if we get the girls to participate). Get some real monster strength to go for the takedown and hogtie that changer slut for relocation or otherwise.

Oh and let Emily in, ask her what’s going on and try to hold a conversation with yet another girl without spilling too much spaghetti. Hang out, have her accompany us to the various stops into town.

Let her know what’s been going on when appropriate, probably when she asks “why are you buying a gun?”

Buy the strawyberry seeds and maybe something else to experiment with, maybe another kind of fruit from a tree to see how fast that grows in our magical dirt.

>>401187

We can be kind to her and have her help around. Do have to wonder just as to what it was that really had brought her to want to work with us. I mean, all of those girls were a bit miffed about working weren’t they? Well unless she just wants more strawberries.

>>401403

>Do have to wonder just as to what it was that really had brought her to want to work with us

Maybe she just likes us. She doesn't necessarily need to have some kind of underhanded ulterior motive. Or it could be that she just really likes those strawberries. Apparently they are orgasmicly delicious to monstergirls.

>>401187

>Dreaming about Ako's sister

This sounds like a Nightmare

“Sure, come on in.” You welcomed her. “I could use the company today.”

Emily looked happy, but also relieved, she accepted your invitation and stepped inside. The two of you sat down at the dinner table, and you offered her a bowl of cereal, which she accepted. You tried to make small talk but, well, you didn't really know much about one another. She's been to your house a few times now, but you never really bothered to talk to any of them directly. In fact, the idea that she personally came to your farm alone was actually confusing.

“So…” Emily spoke up. “What are you doing today?”

“Gonna buy a gun.” You stated bluntly. “Want to come?”

Emily blinked and looked around before turning back to you. “Yes I do.”

–

You didn't know where to buy a gun, exactly. Fortunately, Emily did. She lead you to Everton, a few blocks away from the Antler. “Ron's Hunting and Fishing supplies” It was called, you parked the truck and went inside, Emily following right behind you. You weren't greeted at the door, and were given some time to look around before the shop keep came out from the back.

“OOo, get that one!” Emily said, pointing at a large pistol on the wall.

You looked at the tag. Nighthawk, 10,000g. Seems a bit…Pricey.

“Maybe next time.” You joked.

“Fine, party pooper.”

The clerk came out a minute later. “Sorry about that.” He said, wiping his hands and returning to the counter.

“What can I get ya?” He asked.

“I need a gun.” You told him.

“Got a license?”

[Experienced Farmhand]”Yeah, right here.” You drew the card from your wallet and handed it to him.

The clerk looked it over and handed it back. “Everything checks out, what ya need?”

“Home defense.” You explained.

“Oh? What ya plannin on shootin?”

“Skinwalker.” You stated bluntly.

The clerk blinked at you, and then reached under his counter. A second later, he drew a long barrel shot gun and placed it on the table.

“This thing has low spread and can fire silver rounds.”

“Silver, is that something I need?”

“Did you talk to Ernie?” The clerk asked.

“I'm starting to think I should.”

“Silver rounds can be expensive.” The clerk explained. “It may just be enough to hit her with a buckshot to get her to back off. At least for a bit.”

“And silver will?”

“Means she stays away longer.” The Clerk goes on. “Talk to Ernie about it next time you can. Killing a Skinwalker is still technically murder. Not like you can, at least not from what I've heard.”

You looked the weapon over. Guess it was the best you were going to get, at least out here. His words haunted you in a way, you didn't really want to kill the girl in the first place, you're not really a murderer, but how do you defend yourself against something that apparently can't be killed? Maybe Ernie can help you more, you should look him up sometime.

You paid 1100g, thanked the Clerk, and went on your way. The shotgun should be delivered to you in the next few days.

>>401456

Your next stop was to pick up some more seeds, buying another batch of strawberries to plant, putting you back another 750g. In the end, you had 2550g, a marginal improvement to what you started with when you first got out here. With everything done, you decided to head home.

On the way home, you decided to talk…

“So.” You said. “Is something wrong?”

Emily looked away from the passenger window and to you.

“Who? With me?” She asked. “No! Not at all! Not in the slightest! I just…Wanted to help out as all. As payback for the break ins and all.”

“You were already doing that with the others.” You informed her.

Emily paused. “I…Didn't think it was enough…”

“Well. Okay.” You didn't believe her.

You began working as soon as you got home, putting your things away and grabbing your tools. It was time to make the field larger and plant more seeds. Emily tried to help when she could, but stopped more than once to watch you practically destroy the task in front of you, while she struggled with just the one spot she was working on.

Emily let her tools fall to the side, she rubbed her arm and looked away, seemingly ashamed. She looked at you, and then turned to your home, her ear twitching for a moment.

“Hey, can I use your washroom?”

“Huh? Oh, go for it.” You told her.

Emily grinned and skipped towards the house. You continued to work for some time, readying the patches before planting the seeds. You made sure the strawberry plants from before were properly watered and readied. You didn't even notice that Emily was gone for some time.

Once you did notice, you were suddenly suspicious. As you approached the house, a few ideas popped through your head. She was rummaging through your things, or even worse, eating the strawberries you were going to sell at the farmer's market! Worried, you rushed for the front door and…!

You looked around in surprise, it was so…Clean. Sparkling almost, the floors were swept and scrubbed down, same with the walls and stairs. The living room was spotless, as well as the kitchen. Your nose was suddenly filled with a warm and inviting aroma of baked goods, and your ears heard the melody of a woman humming.

Emily was in the kitchen, oven mitts on and an apron you didn't think you owned, she pulled a tray of baked goods from the oven. She turned to you at the door and jumped in surprise.

“Sorry.” She said. “I wasn't much of a help outside, so I thought I'd help you out in here.”

You didn't know how to feel about her using your supplies to bake, but suddenly forgot about it when you smelled them again.

“Are those cookies?” You asked.

“Yup, there my specialty!” She boasted, taking a mitt off and picking a cookie from the sheet with a spatula. She handed it to you. “Careful, its fresh out of the oven.”

You took it, tossed it from hand to hand for a moment, and then took a bite. You almost became puddy right then and there, an expression on your face not too dissimilar to the one you've been seeing from the monsters that ate your strawberries. It was almost like the cookies ma made back at home.

“Its incredible.” You found yourself saying almost involuntarily.

“Really!?” Emily seemed happy at your reaction. “I'm glad you like it!”

You finished the rest of the cookie, ready to snack on more, but the phone rang. You looked at the tray of cookies, leaving them behind for a more urgent matter.

“Hello?” You said when you put the phone to your ear.

“Hey. It's Cassie.” The person on the otherside said.

“Oh. Hi. Whats up?” You asked.

“Weird question but…Have you seen Emily recently? You know my friend with the Pony-Tail?”

Your eyebrow furrowed and you looked over into the kitchen. Emily was working on some other baked good now, you didn't know if she could hear you or not.

“I know her. Why, whats wrong?” You asked.

“Her mom called me. Emily hasn't been in class all day today.”

Class?

“Wait, class?” You asked. “How old is she?”

“What? She's 19.” Cassie said.

“And she should be in school?”

“College in Warrington. Her mom and dad are both professors there.” Cassie explained.

You leaned back, looking into the kitchen, Emily apparently hasn't heard anything you've been saying and continued to happily work. What was going on?

You gave your answer some thought…

>skips class to help

>sucks helping so she cleans the house and cooks

How can Rory even compete?

Let me post.

>>401457

Tell Cassie she's here. Talk with Emily and ask her what her major is and if school was what was on her mind today.

>got a license?

>will be delivered to our house in a few days.

What fucking commie state are we in?

MARRY THE MOUSE

>>401504

Rory has dibs

>>401506

This nigga gets it, wans for wife, mice are friends for life

>>401457

We should tell Cassie that Emily's with us and ask her to cover for her. Emily probably didn't tell her parents that she's paying us back for breaking and entering, and I don't think we need to make an issue out of it. We should also ask Emily if she couldn't have waited for a day off to come see us.

>>401506

If anyone has called dibs on us, it's the skinwalker. Regardless, I prefer Emily to any of the other girls so far.

>>401457

Damn, Emily seems pretty awesome. I think she’d be a good fit for a young farmhand.

Everyone is going to have the odd day when they need a moment. Emily doesn’t seem like the type to bunk off every five minutes. We should be flattered she chose to spend the time with us. Tell her she’s welcome back when she has time but we shouldn’t cause her parents to worry, that just makes things bad for her.

We should tell Cassie that Emily’s here, it’ll stop her worrying she’s crashed her moped in some ditch somewhere. Just say she’s been helping around the farm most of the day and say we’ll have a word with her. Then we can talk with Emily about her studies, and make sure everything’s ok before she leaves.

>>401457

I agree with pretty much everyone else that we should just tell Cassie that Emily is with us, she is fine, and we'll talk to her about skipping class for something like this. Not that we should come down on her hard or anything. She's being quite considerate to come help, but she shouldn't skip class for that. She should come on her days off, if she really wants to help.

However, I'm not in favoring of pursuing a relationship with her. A mouse might make an okay homemaker, but she and her mice children would be all but useless as farmhands. Rory and her children, on the other hand, would make excellent farmhands. I think that trade off is more than well worth it. Pretty much any monster outside of the mice would make a better pick, from the perspective of future stability. And besides, I like Rory better anyways.

Don't forget to call the Panda girl in a few days. And also call Ernie for skinwalker fighting/capturing tips.

Chastise her for skipping class then ask why she did it. Then drive her back to school and cover for her by saying we asked her for help today without knowing it would interfere with her schooling.

>>401554

>Then drive her back to school and cover for her by saying we asked her for help today without knowing it would interfere with her schooling

Way overkill. She's 19, not 12.

>>401546

>children as farmhands

Is this even relevant? I don't think it has been established yet whether monster girls can have human sons in this setting. If they can, then our sons could be farmhands. If they can't, then we could hire the locals to help.

>>401554

We shouldn't try to force her to go back to school. Even if skipping isn't the best idea, she's an adult and can make her own decisions. It's already been a while, taking the rest of the day off won't make much of a difference anyway. She also rode her moped here, we don't need to drive her anywhere.

>>401560

>Is this even relevant?

I can see you know virtually nothing about farming families. Typically, the entire family works together on farm work.

>I don't think it has been established yet whether monster girls can have human sons in this setting.

We should hope for at least one son. But I was talking about the daughters, mainly. Mouse girls are weak and unfit for farm work. They are city dwellers and must use their minds to get ahead. However, almost every other beast-like monstergirl should be well suited for it (some more than others). Most of the beast-like monstergirls are stronger than humans and would be perfect for farm work. Kobolds, werewolves, or holstaurs would all make great farmers. Even the skinwalker would make a million times better farmer than the mice. I bet the nekomatas or panda girl would, as well.

>>401501

I think you're just being paranoid fam.

I sort of get the feeling Emily just kinda doesn't like college and is probably having it pushed on her by her parents when she might just be content being a loving house wife, Or atleast going through the motions as a way to escape from college life drama if for even a small bit. She most certainly did not come all the way out here, prepared to do a full days work in the fields just because she felt bad about trespassing in our home. Either she is still super thirsty for The Dick or she is using us as an escape, And she hasn't done anything in attempts to seduce us so I'm betting on the latter

Regardless, We should sit down at the table to talk with her about it while munching on the baked goodies.

>>401501

>College is expensive man, you go there for a reason and that’s to learn. She shouldn’t be skipping out on something she’s paying for.

What degree is she doing? If she’s been pressured into taking on debt for a useless credential then her ambivalence is correct.

Aren't we out in the country? Why is there a college nearby?

>>401564

>I sort of get the feeling Emily just kinda doesn't like college and is probably having it pushed on her by her parents

That's my thought too, with both her parents being professors.

“Yeah, Emily's here with me.” You said on the phone.

As you said that, Emily's ear flicked, she didn't take her eyes away from the dough she was kneading, but she did freeze in place, holding the rolling pin over the dough she was flattening.

“With you?” Cassie asked.

“Yeah, she's in the kitchen right now.” You explained.

Cassie was quiet for a bit.

“Is she okay?” She asked.

“She seems fine.” You said.

“Could you, maybe, I don't know…” Cassie sighed. “Could you talk to her about it? She probably won't be honest with any of us.”

“Yeah, I was going to.” You told her.

“Well…” Cassie went quiet again. “Alright then. I'll talk to you when I talk to you.”

“Have a good one.” You said, hanging up a second after she did.

You turned to your left and headed back into the kitchen. Emily was still standing in front of the kitchen counter, rolling pin in hand. She didn't say a word, or even look away from the dough, she was avoiding eye contact, and you didn't want to force it, lest you make her cry or make the situation worse.

“So…” You put your hands in your pocket. “Can you tell me what this is all about?”

“Maybe…” she whispered.

“Hey-hey.” You put your hand on her shoulder. “I'm not giving you shit here, I'd just like to know what's going on.”

She remained silent.

“I mean, you showed up here of all places. I kind of got dragged into this.”

Emily stood still for a moment longer before starting her work again, rolling out more baked goods and forming them to bake.

“My parents are a lot smarter than I am.” She began. “They met in university and kind of hit it off from there. They both went into teaching soon after. And expected big things from me.”

Her tail flicked slightly as she placed the baking paper on the sheet and placing the dough evenly apart.

“Since day one I was put in advanced classes, and I did pretty good. Grade after grade I had to one-up myself and do better than last time. I always felt like I disappointed my parents if I didn't do better. I was always being put into some sort of program or activity. If it wasn't Piano, it was math club, if it wasn't math club it was some kind of chemistry organization in the city.”

You sat down as she spoke, crossing your arms and hearing her side of the story. Emily put the sheet into the oven and then sat down across from you, cupping her hands together and looking at the ground.

“When I got to school it was all “We expect big things from you.” “We cant wait to see your accomplishments.” Always more more more…” Emily continued to stare at the ground.

She sighed heavily and wiped something from her eye.

“I just don't want to anymore.” She admitted. “Its…Its too much, its not the life for me. Its just a constant spiral of tests, exams, study halls, it doesn't end…”

“So.” You spoke up. “What do you want to do?”

“Well.” Emily looked around and presented your own kitchen to you. “This. I want to bake, I'm good at baking, I like baking.”

“You just want to bake?”

“Yeah, I always dreamed about owning my own bakery. I would usually make stuff when my parents weren't home. It was something I could do and feel accomplished doing.” Emily slumped back in her chair, a morose look in her eyes. “Nobody ever tasted my baking and told me I needed to do better… I always felt like I needed to improve because I wanted to improve…”

You took a deep breath and looked away with a shrug. You didn't know what to do, what could you even do? It wasn't your place to decide, you couldn't just go to her parents and tell them to back off, it wasn't your place.

Emily is an adult, but that doesn't mean much when you're still being treated like a child.

To put it bluntly, this is some heavy shit. You could probably help out in some way… But you had to think on it.

>>401605

Ask her if she ever talked about this with her parents? The language she’s used so far implies she lacked the courage to do so for fear of disappointing them. They could just be ignorant of her feelings and only want her to be happy (thinking schooling will make her happy like it did for them)

She should at least have the guts to confront them about it, maybe even decide that if she MUST go to college she learns practical skills for her own life goals (cooking/baking/business courses etc)

She should also tell her friends, since they’re worried about her and probably consider each other family.

Also, I’m gonna assume the town laws are lax so she could start her baking business out of her (or our) house, right?

Not saying to waifu her yet but what if we offered her a place to stay like the farmhand house and she could practice her craft out of our house? We get free cookies etc. and our house is clean and smells nice as payment. We could also work out a deal with her. Front the supplies for some of the profit until she gets on her feet and can sustain her own supply. We could take her and her baked goods to the farmer’s market to offer out her cookies for some pocket change or even just as complimentary for now to get the feel for it. I’m sure she would appreciate that much on top of all of this.

/autism

>>401605

First thing we should do is offer a hug. That’s a shit situation to be in.

Perhaps she could write her parents a letter? If she’s having problems expressing herself in person, or they don’t want to hear it, it could be easier that way for her to say what she wants to. Leave it on the coffee table (with cookies) one morning when she’s out for the day and they’ll be around the house.

>>401605

Emily needs to open up to her parents about her feelings if she hasn't already. Approaching her parents with a definite plan for getting a job at a bakery (finding and applying for open positions, possibly talking to store owners) or starting her own business (determining locations she could operate out of, how to market her products, how much startup capital she'll need and how to acquire it, etc.) should make them more willing to support her. If she wants to start off by selling her goods to local grocers and needs a place to bake, then I'm fine with her working in our kitchen. Emily should also tell her friends about what she wants to do. They're more familiar with the area then we are and might have some good advice.

>>401614

Business courses could be a really good option, cunning plan. If the bakery can’t be a full-time thing for her easily, there’s a lot there that’s still generally useful.

>>401605

For someone who has been sheltered and controlled like her, 19 is still practically a child. But it's old enough that it's time for her to learn to assert her own will. We should encourage her to talk with her parents, and tell them the truth about her feelings. And ask for their help and support is making her dreams come true. They may be disappointed at first. But if they really care about her, then they'll support her goals.

Like some other anon's mentioned, taking a few business courses wouldn't hurt. But she really doesn't need any formal schooling beyond that. If anything, a cooking trade school would be much more beneficial.

>>401614

I wouldn't mind her using our kitchen to practice some. But I wouldn't really want it to become a permanent thing.

>>401605

>>401647

So, sure, we can offer her the temporary use of our kitchen for practice. And offer her our friendship, in the most awkward spergy way possible.

>>401605

BTW, OP, how old is our character? You may have already said, but I forget.

You sat with your head down, your face concealed under your cap. Finally, you uncrossed your arms and stood up straight.

“Have you talked to your parents about this?” You asked.

“I've tried but…” She sighed. “I've never found the time.”

“You mean you didn't find the courage?”

Emily didn't say anything, her grip on her apron tightened after you said that, apparently you hit a little close to home with that one.

“I don't know if I can say “I understand how you feel.” And have it mean anything.” You told her. “But running away from your problems isn't going to solve them. I know how rough it can be with parents. Shit, I was still living with mine until I came out here. But if you don't put your foot down and do what you want to do, your just going to be miserable for it.”

“I just don't know what to do.” She was on the verge of tears now.

“I'll tell you what you can do.” You got her attention again. “I have a table at the farmer's market in a few days. Bake some stuff up, food you think is the best you can bake, and sell it at my table, get a word out there. If you think you really like it, and that's what you truly want, maybe you can take a business course or something at college and start your own bakery?”

“You really think I can do that?” Emily asked.

“Sure, and even if it's hard, I'm sure your friends will help you out. They seem to care about you a lot.”

Emily looked away again, she smiled shyly and stood up. “I think I'll do that.”

She stopped herself, however, turning to the kitchen and then back to you.

“Can I finish here at least?”

>>401702

I say we get acquainted with our new gun, for one thing. Afterwards Idk, maybe see what Rory’s doing.

>>401702

Take the gun for a spin, i wanna see how good of a shot our [Experienced Farmhand] is.

Afterwards, we should go to that place wherr ako’s sister works and see if we notice anything unusual, that dream really freaked me out, more so than the weird dirt. We should find out what’s going on

P.S writefag, you’re doing a great job, i’m really loving this CYOA. Keep at it

>>401709

Speaking of weird dirt I would want to see how the work in that is going so we can figure out what is causing all of this. Also if we’re done with work I would want to go see Rory. Haven’t been around her in a while, we should probably return all those movies we got from her.

>>401710

This.

Return the movies after practicing with the new gun and hell, maybe even watch some other ones with Rory. Maybe invite a few others if she would like (if we don’t want to commit to best awoo). We need to strengthen our bonds with our friends! Maybe even bring some of Emily’s cookies to share with Rory (and anybody else we run into) just to get a head start on pushing her baking.

I also liked >>401699 idea for strawberry cupcakes etc. What better way to help out the business venture than to secure a new supply agreement? The strawberries would probably hit it off real good with the monsters.

Also yes, really enjoying this OP, glad I joined in even if I was late to the game.

>>401713

>if we don’t want to commit to best awoo

I think best awoo is in need of some healthy, locally grown strawberries. Maybe even invite Rory over to have fun shooting, throw some ball, have a nice healthy snack of fresh strawberries, watch an Awoo movie she gave us with her, then have her take the movies we borrowed home with her. Get Some much needed tasks out of the way, also maybe take her with us to check on our soil samples and the ako sisters. guard awoo best awoo.

>awoo bonding

>gun practice

>movies returned

>>401719

You’re right, I like this much better. If Rory enjoys shooting guns then Rory is best girl.

If Emily is gonna be a business parter then let's see if we can grow some wheat and make flower for Emily, hopefully it will be as good as our strawberries. Also work out money dealings at a later date if she wants to open her own bakery. For know give her some strawberries and take a pittance of the profits. Also giver her some berries to bake with.

>>401719

<awoo bonding with Rory

>gun practice

>movies returned

>ask her about contacting Ernie

>ask her about weird dreams relating to magic and monsters

This sounds perfect.

>>401723

>let's see if we can grow some wheat and make flower for Emily

I doubt we have the tools to mill our own flour from wheat. But we could grow wheat and pay a company to clean and mill it for us. Then we'd have monster magic infused flour to make stuff.

>>401754

It's not really that hard to mill your own flour.

>>401744

Sounds like a plan to me.

>>401765

>>401723

I agree, Growing demon wheat is a good idea, But that said I think we need to discuss the crop time scale bump we're getting.

Strawberries take like 7-8 weeks to grow normally, Wheat takes like 7-8 months. I know we are going with decreased growing time to help speed the story up but I'll be honest, It would be silly from an economical sense if it takes an in story month to do when we can grow berries and potato's out the ass in less then a week.

>>401702

Rory has some serious competition now

>>401456

>Killing a Skinwalker is still technically murder. Not like you can, at least not from what I've heard.

>Not like you can

A sufficient amount of explosives can kill anything. And it’s not murder if it’s self defense or if they don’t find the body.

Anyways, get in some gun practice. Also should’ve bought a gas mask.

>>401784

>Also should’ve bought a gas mask

I agree. But that's not something you can just pick up at a hunting store. We may have to order one online. We should ask Ernie where he bought his.

>>401785

>>401784

Thirded. Gas mask should be a priority.

Just because a skinwalker attack gets more likely on a full moon, doesn’t mean that’s the only time she’ll try. She’s not a fool. If anything, she's going to expect that we’d be prepping for her and want to catch us early with our guard down.

>>401796

>she's going to expect that we’d be prepping for her and want to catch us early with our guard down

>>401719

this is why guard awoo is best awoo, we will never have our guard down with awoo being our guard

Sorry for the delay. I wanted to update 2-4 times yesterday, but I was covered in horse fly bites, so I didn't.

[spoiler]>>401658

He's between 20-25 years old. Its up to you to figure out how old you want him. [/spoiler]

May as well take your own tool of home defense for a spin. You open the package and retrieved the shotgun as well as the single box of shells that came along with it. With the two in hand, you went outside to set everything up.

You set them up on the fence post, a water bottle, empty can, a plastic cup with a rock in it. Taking a distance, you load a few shells into the shotgun and pump one into the chamber.

[Experienced Farmhand] You manage to hit two in a row and miss the plastic cup, though you hit it on the second try. You don't shoot much, but you still got a decent aim about you. But you only had so much ammo on you, at least for now, you may as well hold on to it.

You gave it some thought, and remembered that Ernie barged into your house with a gas mask on. It didn't look like a regular respirator, you doubt you can buy one at the hardware store. You'll need to get his number, you can probably get it from Rory-

Hey, you haven't hung out with Rory in the past couple of days. You should go visit…But it would be rude if you just showed up again, you may as well give her a call.

“Hello?” She picked up the phone on the third ring.

“Hey, Rory?” You asked.

“Oh hey, whats up?”

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today?” You suggested. “I got the first harvest and was thinking I could bring you some strawberries?”

“Oh. Sure but I was going to- Wait!” She stopped herself. “Do you have swim trunks!?”

“Uh…” You thought about it.

[Experienced Farmhand] You remembered you packed the trunks you took with you when you and your friends went swimming in the watering hole back home.

“Yeah, I do.” You confirmed.

“You wanna go swimming with me? We can make a day out of it.”

Swimming, huh? You thought about it.

>>401917

>Swimming, huh? You thought about it.

Yes, please. Let's not disappoint our cute friendly wan. And I bet she'll look damn nice in a swim suit. We can still give her some strawberries and ask about Ernie. We can propose the practice shooting for another day. But really that's something we could easily just do on our own, if she isn't interested.

I'm also curious about Rory. Does she work? Does she go to college? How old is she? We don't know much about her.

>>401917

>Swimming with Rory

Very yes.

>>401917

>she's offering to let us see her in a swimsuit

yes

shame the same thing isnt happening with annabelle or marybelle

>>401917

>>401939

just had a dumb thought, but we should build our own pool in our backyard so that we can invite people over for parties and such

>>401917

>He's between 20-25 years old. Its up to you to figure out how old you want him.

I was just vaguely thinking early 20s. So good enough for me. It's a good age to start a farm.

Do it.

>>401939

Maybe they’ll be there by some weird coincidence? We haven’t got much interaction with them.

>>401980

We can go visit them anytime. They live right next door. The next time we're asked what to do in our free time, then suggest visiting them.

>>401980

i'm just trying to shitpost one of them into becoming the waifu because holstaur best girl and yes, i know technically they're minotaurs

>>401960

I see you are a man of taste as well.

>>401985

Marybelle is a Holstaur, Annabelle is a Minotaur. Up to you to figure out how that works.

May as well take your own tool of home defense for a spin. You open the package and retrieved the shotgun as well as the single box of shells that came along with it. With the two in hand, you went outside to set everything up.

You set them up on the fence post, a water bottle, empty can, a plastic cup with a rock in it. Taking a distance, you load a few shells into the shotgun and pump one into the chamber.

[Experienced Farmhand] You manage to hit two in a row and miss the plastic cup, though you hit it on the second try. You don't shoot much, but you still got a decent aim about you. But you only had so much ammo on you, at least for now, you may as well hold on to it.

You gave it some thought, and remembered that Ernie barged into your house with a gas mask on. It didn't look like a regular respirator, you doubt you can buy one at the hardware store. You'll need to get his number, you can probably get it from Rory-

Hey, you haven't hung out with Rory in the past couple of days. You should go visit…But it would be rude if you just showed up again, you may as well give her a call.

“Hello?” She picked up the phone on the third ring.

“Hey, Rory?” You asked.

“Oh hey, whats up?”

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today?” You suggested. “I got the first harvest and was thinking I could bring you some strawberries?”

“Oh. Sure but I was going to- Wait!” She stopped herself. “Do you have swim trunks!?”

“Uh…” You thought about it.

[Experienced Farmhand] You remembered you packed the trunks you took with you when you and your friends went swimming in the watering hole back home.

“Yeah, I do.” You confirmed.

“You wanna go swimming with me? We can make a day out of it.”

Swimming, huh? You thought about it.

–

“Swimming sounds fun, sure.” You agreed.

“Cool! How long do you think you'll take?”

“I can be there in about thirty or so.”

“Okay, I'll wait until then, see you in a bit!”

You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. You stood there, hand still on your phone for a few seconds.

[Experienced Farmhand] You're going to the beach with a girl! This is exciting!

You practically run upstairs and grab rummage through your closet, almost worried that you didn't pack it until you finally found it at the bottom of your drawer. You paused, threw off your pants, and then put them on.

They still fit…Actually better then you remember. Did you lose weight? Doesn't matter. Calm down, take a deep breath, you've hung out with Rory before, you've seen her in her exercise gear as well, this isn't any different.

She's just never been so…Wet around you before.

You throw a towel and the trunks into a bag and hurry down the stairs, and then stop, you almost forgot the strawberries. You had to think about how many you should bring her, monsters seem to like them a lot. In the end, you filled a plastic container to the brim and brought that with you.

Calm down, another deep breath, its exciting, but you've seen girls in swim suits before… But you did wonder what kind of swim suit she would wear. You had some ideas in your head, and all of them made you bashful.

You did finally manage to calm down on your way to her house. You parked out front and approached her front door, knocking once before it swung open.

>>401993

“Hey!” she greeted you with a big grin.

“Hi!” You greeted back.

Rory was wearing a sports jacket that stretched down to her thighs, showing only her bare legs and feet.

“I uh, brought you some of these.” you said, giving her the container of strawberries.

“Oh wow! Did you grow these?” She asked.

“Yeah, I thought you would like some.”

“Lets take them with us to the beach, we can snack on them after we swim.”

“Sounds good.”

Rory looked you up and then and gave you a smug glance.

“You gonna swim in that?” She asked, wiggling a pointing finger. “You know you're probably gonna sink?”

You looked down at yourself, still wearing your shirt and overalls.

“Come on, you can change in my bathroom.”

You thanked her awkwardly and let her lead you to her bathroom. There you changed into your trunks and placed your overalls into the bag you brought for the trunks and towel, it made you feel like a kid going to the pool. You kept your shirt on, at least until you get to the beach.

Rory led you through the back door and towards the beach, which wasn't far at all from her place.

“I like it out here.” She said. “It's like having your own personal beach. Everyone else always just goes out from the town, so you rarely see anyone out here.”

“Do you swim often?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, mostly for exercise, but sometimes just for fun.” She explained. “Its kind of dangerous, though. Without anyone around.”

She wiggled her fingers menacingly. “You could get swept away and nobody would knoooow~.”

“Well, I'll be sure to save you if that happens.” You joked.

“Oh, my hero!”

It was a little cloudy, but the sun had more than enough room to flaunt it's stuff. The sand was warm under your bare feet. Rory stretched her body as well as her toes, letting the claws dig into the sand.

“Ready?” She asked.

Rory spread out a sheet she had under her arm and put the container of strawberries on top. She then unzipped her jacket and peeled it from her shoulders. You tried not too look too anticipated as she revealed her bathing suit. A one-piece, black swimsuit with a blue outline. Two straps crossing into an X hugged the skin on her back, and there were no legs to speak of, revealing her legs from the outer thigh downwards.

It hugged her body, outlining the abs on her stomach and shaping her breasts beautifully. You did your best to peel your eyes away before she caught you staring. Rory stretched again, pulling her arm over her head and spreading her fuzzy fingers.

“Today is going to be so much fun!” She said, turning to you with her hands on her hips now. “What're you waiting for?”

“…Huh?” You pointed at yourself. “Me?”

“Yeah, come on, take your shirt off.” She said. “Come on, don't be a stick in the mud! I'm not gonna make fun, I swear!”

You stared for a moment, and then shook yourself out of it. “Right, completely forgot.”

With that, you grabbed the back of your collar and pulled your shirt off, balling it up and throwing it on the sheet.

[Experienced Farmhand] Rory was staring at you when you turned back to her. Her cheeks turned a peachy color and she placed three fingers against her mouth. A second later, she looked at you in the eyes and looked away.

“L-Lets not waste anymore time, okay!?” She commanded, stomping off to the water.

>>401994

You joined and stood at the shore, the tide gently soaking the sand near your feet. You tried to prod the water with your toe, but felt Rory's paws against your back, pushing you forward.

“Come on, be a big boy!” She laughed, forcing you forward.

The water was cold against your feet, and then your knees, waist, and finally your stomach.

“Holy shit!” You found yourself cursing, not expecting the sudden chill.

“Cold, huh?” Rory asked, hopping through the water.

“Kind off…” You shivered.

“You'll get use to it.” She assured.

Rory lowered herself until the water touched her neck and began to swim backwards.

“You know, most of my species can only doggy paddle.” She said as she went into a gentle breast stroke. “But I got plenty of practice!”

“Was…Was that a joke?” You asked.

“What do you mean by that?” She eyed you. “Oh…Doggy. You're funny.”

“You said it, not me.”

Rory suddenly swam back to you and wrapped her arms around your stomach, pulling you into the water. You yelped before being submerged, pulling yourself up a moment later. Rory laughed again, but was quickly shut up as you put your hand on her back and pushed her under water.

Rory popped out a second later with a loud “Pwuah!” stepping up and rubbing the water from her eyes. She began to shake her head, spraying water from her hair.

“Tough guy, huh?” She asked.

Before you could answer, she splashed you with water, you took the brunt of it and then splashed her back, causing her to repel to defend herself. You pressed the advantage and chased after wards, splashing her with water as she laughed and tried to get away. She sometimes splashed back, but for the most part tried to defend herself.

Finally, as the distance was closed, Rory suddenly turned around and leaped at you, tackling you into the water. You choked in surprise as you were submerged, her arms locked around you as you swam back to the surface for air.

“Gotcha!” She laughed, still holding on to you.

The two of you shared the laugh until you realized how close you were, and what parts of her body was pressing against your chest… Rory suddenly stood up and hopped on the surface underneath the water a little bit away.

“Heh…Got a little carried away.” She said, twirling her hair around her finger.

You shrugged it off as best you could, even though it was rather…Nice. The two of you swam around and played and sometimes just talked for some time, but soon all that exercise made a familiar rumble form in your stomach.

“Getting hungry?” Rory asked.

“Yeah, a bit.” You said. Guess her hearing was a bit better than yours.

“Yeah, same.” She told you. “Come on! Lets go try those strawberries you brought!”

Rory led the way back out of the water, her suit now drenched. Your eyes peeled down for a bit, noticing her suit was now hike a bit up her bottom, but she put it back in place a second later with her finger. Was nice, though.

The two of you sat down on the sheet, and Rory dried her hair before wrapping herself in her towel. She reached for the container and opened it, smelling the strawberries inside.

“Ooh, smells good.” She said, offering you one.

“No, you first, I got plenty at home.”

Rory nodded and took one between her claws, she bit it off at the stem and began to chew. And, just like everyone else, her face melted into pure bliss.

“Oh wow…” She said, swallowing her strawberry and taking another one.

“Yeah, everyone seems to like them.” You said, taking one for yourself.

“I wasn't expecting this today…” She said, moving on to her third.

You put yours into your mouth, and chewed.

“Yeah,to me it just tastes like a strawberry.” You said.

“Mhm…” Rory said, now on her fifth.

“I don't know, I brought some to Herbert, I think there's something weird going on about this.”

“Mhmmm…”

“I mean, maybe its just me? I've only shared these with monsters I know, maybe if I give one to Ernie or Leonard they'd have the same reaction you guys do.”

“Mmmhmmm…”

“I don't know, what do you think?” You asked.

“What do I think…?” Rory asked.

“Yeah.”

“I think I found a new game we can play…”

You furrowed your brow and looked at her. Rory was glaring at you like a predator honing in on it's prey. She unwrapped herself from her towel and began to approach you on all fours, her tail wagging excitedly behind her.

“Uh…” You reeled back.

But before you could get your footing on the sheet, Rory pounced and pinned you to the sheet by your shoulders. She mounted you and looked down on you with hungry eyes, panting loudly with a breath so hot you could feel it on your face from down there. You felt her tail wagging frantically behind her, your eyes darting left and right before looking back at her.

Rory lowered herself, her panting turning into a toothy grin.

“You wanna have some fun, don't you?” She whispered into your ear before gently nibbling on the lobe.

You almost let out an audible squeak before stopping yourself.

“You don't have to be afraid of getting caught, nobody ever comes down here.” She told you. “Or maybe, the chance of getting caught is kind of exciting, isn't it?”

This was…Much worse than when she was in heat. You gulped the sudden lump in your throat. Then, you felt your heart almost rip from your chest as her right paw moved from your shoulder, down your chest, and almost town your trunks…

You weighed your options…

Alright boys, I like Rory but something feels wrong with fucking her when we just accidentally drugged her with our berries. Especially when i don't think she'd like that she did it when she wasn't "clearheaded". I say either splash her with some water or throw her into the sea to shock her. Also if this is happening to crops i wonder what would happen to animals on the farm? If we get a chance at some point lets get a price check on a Hen and Rooster.

>>401993

> Up to you to figure out how that works.

MAMONOMANA is how it works

i still say we should waifu marybelle instead of rory, or any other girl

and from a "acquire mad dosh" standpoint, with her livestock and our crop knowledge, we could make TONS of money so we could send our children (with marybelle) off to a nice college so they can get a good education

>>401996

yeah, nah, not like this

she isnt herself, and we should try to snap her out of it, maybe how >>402001 suggested

also, when we get back to leonard about the dirt, we should mention how the strawberries are affecting everyone, or rather specifically all the monstergirls considering to us it tastes like a regular strawberry

>>402001

Yeah, I agree with that. I’m all aboard the Rory train for waifuing, but that attitude shift hot as it was was way too quick and severe to be natural. The strawberries are the best bet as to the cause. So I’d say splash her with some water and hope that snaps her out of it. And if push comes to shove I’d count on our stand [Experienced Farmhand] to see us through any physical attacks she might make.

>>401996

I think he’s growing aphrodisiacs. Worst/best part is, the monster girls know this.

Evidence:

>“I wasn't expecting this today…” She said, moving on to her third.

She knew what was happening and decided to roll with it. Further still, the girls who tasted and bought them before acted very suspicious about it.

Farm boi isn’t a farmer, he’s a drug dealer.

>>402015

Yeah agreed with this, Rory is lovely, but this is a proper swing, don't think we would have brought the strawberries if we knew they'd send Monsters wild.

I say we try and give her a splash of water and snap her out of it, hopefully we're strong enough to keep her at bay without hurting her. Might want to apologise as well for not realising that we'd accidentally grown Fuckberries.

>>401996

Point out that the strawberries are probably making her feel that way.

If she still wants to go through with it, just do it.

>>401996

If everyone (including Rory) knew what those berries would do, I’d be ok with it, but we just accidentally drugged her into wanting to bang. Time for a cold bath.

(tbh, Rory likes us and if we want the wan we could probably just straight-up ask whenever.)

Aphrodisiac cupcakes are bound to cause a full-on riot at market. We should do it anyway.

>>402010

When you’re talking about who’s best for making farmhand kids, she’s easily the winner. I'm still team mousewaifu, though. Emily’s good with the things we’re not.

>>402016

>Farm boi isn’t a farmer, he’s a drug dealer.

>>402020

>Fuckberries

Berries which, if we recall, are already in a shop’s supply chain. Do you think the potatoes will have a similar effect?

Seriously though, if we come out of this with our pelvis intact then it might be worth thoroughly investigating these effects. We’re clearly growing demon realm produce here, products of which might be able to fetch a nice extra margin if handled correctly. Organic aphrodisiac jam, for starters. Sell it to couples, couple-speciality hotels, “future couples”, etc.

Interesting that the aphrodisiac effects only kick in after a few berries. Good thing we didn’t give out too many free samples to our helpers or we would have been mousepiled which would not at all have been a bad thing if they turn out to be near as good as Emily.

>>401996

I am all for having a tumble or ten with Rory but these circumstances aren’t right. Keep her at bay preferably by grabbing the scruff of her neck, accidentally making her even ruttier and try to find out what’s happening while giving her a cold bath to clear her head.