>>8013 Fixed, there was a weird misconfiguration and the catalog was lacking 10 threads

Here's a late reply to >>6198 Notice how there's an internal conflict. A part of you wants to write, and a part of you doesn't. The part of your mind that doesn't want to write came up with the excuse that you can't write because you lack talent and confidence. As logical as that part of your mind sounds, the truth is that you absolutely can write. The question is if you can write good stories. Assuming your writing skills suck, the answer is 'no'. My advice is to think of writing as a craft. Your writing skills can improve over time. By far the most important thing to do if you want to become better at writing is to practise writing.

>>8045 The only danger is if people call your stuff shit. Which they will.

>>8073 That's inevitable, and just ties back to the phrase "You can't please everyone." In that same sense, there's always going to be someone who absolutely adores what you write and wants more.

>>8073 This is extremely rare on imageboards, which are heavily content starved and people are more likely to give pity (You)s to encourage writers. The hostility only appears when the author is involved in some kind of drama or when it's nitpicking around the fetishes involved, been a long time since I saw someone calling a story simply "shit".

Hi frens. OP writefag here and it's been a while since i've posted up'er. If there's any preference, i've been thinking of writing a handful of stories recently. I'll let you distinguished patricians pick if there's any interest in it, otherwise i'll just settle on one myself. 1.) Angel girl gyaru who was reincarnated is told to "do good deeds" to get to heaven. Meets an adventurer. She has a very aggressive idea of what good deeds are. 2.) Harpy wants to bring human engineer friend to her nest for 'reasons' but is having some difficulties due to her light frame. Human is totally oblivious. 3.) Novice adventurer can't recruit members to meet the guild's 4 person party requirement this year. Then he meets a newly crowned slime queen.

>>8086 My vote goes to option 1

>>8086 I wanted to say option 2 because harpies are my favorite, but there's already plenty of stories with harpies kidnapping humans so another vote for 1, seems like a fresh idea. And make her tanned, like, really tanned.

>>8092 >>8093 Been workin around and on the story and the images. soon!

>>8180 I think it's cool that you write monster girl stories and share them here. Since I prefer reading stories at my own pace, I waited to read Mending Night until you posted the epilogue. I enjoyed chapter 3 the most. How do you feel about receiving feedback on your prose? Here are a couple of things I've noticed: You don't always capitalize the pronoun 'I', and you use two spaces between sentences instead of one.

>>8564 Not at all opposed to anything anyone wants to throw in as far as feedback or opinions. I looked up the origin of the two space thing, and apparently it's from the 1950's. Absolutely no idea where I picked that up, lol.

Alright, let's try and get this rolling! I'm going to set a "deadline" of two weeks for each prompt, purely to keep ideas flowing. This soft deadline is moreso a suggestion, if you're working on something that goes beyond the date, that's fine, the goal is to get used to writing on the regular more than anything else. All forms of writing are encouraged. If you want to do greentext, prose, poetry, or what have you, go for it. For our first writing prompt, we're going to start with something simple. Anon encounters a pushy Monster Girl at his workplace Deadline is set for Sunday the 28th. Remember, you can take this idea where ever you'd like to, from wacky to serious and so on. Just take it easy, and have fun!

>>9473 Huh, this is what my first attempt at making a greentext a long time ago in another thread was about, I'll try it again but expanded.

>>9473 Here's a greentext to help grease the wheels >Ever since corporate drastically cut hours, you hated working solo overnights at the gas station >Sure, the extra hazard pay was good, but between dealing with drunks, tweakers, irritable truckers, and grabby monsters, it really wasn't worth the stress >Hell, you pulled a couple white hairs out of your eyebrows before coming in tonight, and you're still in your damn twenties >At the very least, the local police made a point to come through often >There was that older guy, Peters, who came through with his partner, a ghoul named Olivia, in the first half of the week >With how close Olivia stuck to Peters, the looks she gave him, and his shit eating grin, you had a good idea they spent most of their shift giving each other head in the parking lot >You didn't care, a parked cruiser kept the troublemakers away >But then, there was Marcy and Amber, a Dark Elf and a Hellhound that covered the latter half and weekends >On the one hand, you still felt pretty safe from any shithead that decided to come through when they were there >On the other hand, you absolutely hated feeling like a piece of meat whenever you caught them staring at you a little too long >Tonight felt like it was no different >You were in the middle of setting up a display of sports drinks and sunflower seeds >Meanwhile, Marcy and Amber sat at the raised tiny cafe table by the front entrance, sipping coffee and talking, making the occasional not-so suggestive comment about you >Probably cause you had wound them up declining their advances >Over the last few nights, the two of them had been heavily stressing that you take tonight off >At first, Marcy simply suggested putting in some vacation time and taking things easy >When you had mentioned that you couldn't thanks to your wallet-gouging bills, Marcy just smirked and said "Think about it." >The night after that, Amber tried enticing you, mentioning that she had a spare ticket for the rock and comedy show going on at Crow's Foot Casino that weekend, practically waving it at you >You politely declined, once again mentioning there was a reason you worked the shifts you did >After all, who in their right mind would do six ten-hour shifts week after week, unless they're broke? >Amber just laughed and said that's even more reason to take a break, but left it there >Then, last night, Marcy slipped the ticket, a hotel room card key, and a buffet voucher in with her cash while paying for her snacks >All while casually mentioning that the force pays her and Amber so much dough they could afford to gamble the night away, unless a "hunky distraction" pulled them both away from the blackjack tables >You laughed, couldn't help it really, and slid the ensemble back to Marcy, simply stating that you're no hunk, just a geeky loser >Then mentioned you're sure they wouldn't wanna waste time listening to your boring ass raving about old military history for hours on end >Marcy frowned at your self-depreciation, before heavily stressing that you should really, really consider it >Which brought you to tonight >You had figured you'd see Peters and Olivia filling in the elf and hound's shift tonight, but apparently not >Curiosity getting the better of you, you were about to ask why they're working, when Amber's radio began to squawk >"Unit 3, what's your 10-20? Over." >The hellhound sighed and thumbed her walkie <"Officer Cardaire and I are at the Circle-k off Maple and Seventh. Over." >"There's a 10-14 reported at Nottingham and Ninth, could be headed your direction. Over." <"It better not be flippin' Wendy. Over." >You shuddered slightly >Wendy was an Orc who liked the sauce a bit too much, and would sometimes come through to buy junk food and scratch off tickets >Dealing with her was always a mess, both figurative and literally >"Negative, Unit 3, Unit 5 already stopped miss Barlow at Ash and Main. Suspect was only described as wearing a green hoodie. Can you keep an eye out? Over. >Amber let out a louder sigh <"10-4. Over." >Then she slid her coffee cup to Marcy and got up <"How much you wanna bet it's some naiive boy getting set up by his crush for the blood moon?" >The dark elf chuckled, and finished her coffee <"First two shots. Naiive is better than sad and dense, after all~" <"Ha! Not to mention stubborn... I'm gonna ante that up to four. I'll be back in about five or ten." <"Oooooh~ You're on! Don't completely ruin their night now." >With that, Amber exited out front and took a left, while Marcy stood up and made her way to the coffee machine >Something about their conversation clicked in your head, and you quickly stood up >"Shit, I think the creamer bin is out of those espresso shot cups you two were talking about. Lemme run and grab some from the back." >You then beelined to the stock room, but you swore you heard the dark elf sigh and mutter something <"So, so dense..." >>9476 Good luck! Can't wait to see what you post.

>>9483 A dark elf and a hellhound as cop partners is top tier gat damn. >>9473 i'm still procrastinating on the angel thing, and it's awesome to see other people writing. Hope we get more, and maybe we'll someday hit a thread #2! My contribution to the current event, since you put poetry as an option i had to take it. "Package Delivery." >Dull describes the warehouse life, >Cutting cardboard with your knife, >Preparation for the truck, >Loads are light with any luck, >Delivery is in an hour, >But early labor mood does sour, >An oddity, this thing you've found, >A massive box stood on the ground, >An addled mind, you start to fear, >As foreign noises you can hear, >Breathy squelching, shifting space, >How did it get to this place? >But co-workers, they would deride, >The man afraid to look inside, >Courage mustered, gathered wit, >Hands reach low to open it, >Thus gives rise to broken thought, >As you hold breath, the box does not, >Pulled inside within a moment, >A mix of feelings in you foment, >Wrapped in soft, squishy embrace, >Looking at you face to face, >The Mimic smiles happily, >And says the package is for thee.

>>9473 I don't have much experience with putting my ideas into written form, but I'll try to write something down.

>>9483 Alas, once again the harem protagonist event horizon wins out over mamono mana! I have half a mind to do a story on how guys like this kickstarted a monster girl pickup artist movement. >Can't win your man? It's time to up your game. But I decided >>9473 worked better with feels than lulz, so here we go, a little each day until the deadline. Push Part 1: Tough Call >Be Anon, the IT guy. Simple stuff. If something in the office's broke, you fix it. >Not like people. You can't fix them. Speaking from experience. >You might ask, what about them monster girls? Same thing, it turns out. >Just if you pick wrong, you just trade "does this dress make my butt look fat?" for being chained up in a closet. >Still can't stand most of them. Still can't afford to let down your guard. >Except the cyclops who works down in logistics, Cat. She's alright. Almost one of the guys. >Great working with her. Great laughing about dumbass clients after hours. >Still not worth risking your job over, or worse. So when she came up at lunch asking <"Hey Anon! You're coming to team happy hour tonight, right?" >You knew you were in for trouble. >Sure, she said it with a laugh, but her one huge eye boring into you as she waited for an answer said otherwise. >You want to say yes, but, well, think! >She's asking you, not the most sociable guy on your best day, to go out drinking. >Not a good idea with a big company-wide review tomorrow. >Especially when you've had zero chance to line up a backup or even ping your bros. >Especially when there'd be a bunch of other monster girls around. >ESPECIALLY when you add alcohol to that mix. >Yeah. You turned her down. >Sucked how sad she looked, but you told yourself it's the only responsible thing to do. >Need this job, and you saw a bro get slammed for this back in the day of danger hair HR ladies. RIP his career. >So trying to forget all this you go nose to the grind fixing printers. Little bastards love to jam. >Finish up with 30 minutes left on the clock. >Get pinged on your work phone. <"Anon Anonson, report to HR post haste." >Fuck. Your. Life.

>>9473 >Some time after mysterious inter-dimensional rifts appeared all over earth and unleashed hordes of monstrous women >Thanks to their superior physiology and magical abilities, they started replacing humans in positions of power >Turned out that this is one of the best ways to secure a human husband >Enter: anon, the classic white collar wagie >His previous manager was promoted to the role of househusband and got replaced by a tall Anubis >Good riddance, that guy was an asshole. I hope you get whipped good by your new Dark Elf wife, Mark. >New manager is very professional and no-nonsense, somewhat unusual for monsters. Her demeanor can be sometimes scary. >But damn she's hot. >And yet so cold and distant, it seems. >Thankfully anon is a diligent worker so he has no problems with his new manager, things are going smooth >Until one day <"Anon, could you please visit my office when you are free? Your performance assessment is due today." >Right, that dumb corpo ritual, let's just get this over with >Winkey+L and up we go >"Hello, I'm anon here for the assessment" <"Ah yes, thank you for coming so fast" <"Let's start" <"Looking at your record, you always do your tasks on time, sometimes even faster than anticipated. When it comes to providing support to clients you never went below SLA, well done" <"In addition, your fellow team members report that you are always eager to help" <"However, your coworkers also note that you are a bit of an outcast in the team, aside from work related matters" >"I, uh..." <"Of course you are not obligated to, but I think you could realize your full potential if you opened up a bit, maybe socialized more?" >The canine office lady flashes a smile and crosses her legs >Anon could swear there was more to that smile than just simple courtesy <"Well, unless you have some comments I think that's all. I'm giving you the maximum possible rating and I will recommend you for a raise. Congratulations and keep it up." >This went surprisingly quick and smooth, anon thought to himself >And the image of her long legs and the unusually warm smile occupied his mind for the whole day >Especially the smile, he never saw her smiling before. >It looks like she's the one, but what chances does he have? a shut-in on the lower rungs of the corporate ladder >Week after the meeting, anon is printing documents in the printer closet >The mesmerizing sounds of printing are suddenly interrupted by someone walking in behind him >And closing the door? <"Ah anon, fancy meeting you" >Anon turns around to see his Anubis manager >Or rather, her cleavage because that's the level his eyes are on as he reflexively avoids eye contact >Only now he notices her pair of shapely breasts, just the perfect size for him <"It's rude to stare at lady's breasts, don't you think" >As she steps forward, anon realizes how cramped the closet is <"But don't worry, I know you are not a pervert. You just can't maintain eye contact, I saw that during our meeting last week" <"And I will gladly help you with that, after all, one of manager's tasks is coaching the employees under them" >After she takes one more step forward, anon realizes he has his back against the wall now >She leans over so close that anon can almost feel her breath on his face and starts talking <"Proper eye contact helps build confidence and makes you more trustworthy" <"Now look me in the eyes and say you understand that" >"Y-yes" <"Yes what?" >"I-It helps build confidence and makes you more thrustworthy" <"I'm thrustworthy? Oh you flatter me now >"No that's now what I m- <"Eyes up here, mister" >She places her face right in front of anon's right as his eyes wander lower and lower <"You keep looking down my cleavage, so let's move on to the first exercise" <"If you manage to keep eye contact for say... 30 seconds, I'll reward you with something nice" >She says as she gestures towards her chest >"O-okay" <"Great. Now, do you know why all those harlots at the office never hassled you, while other men kept getting snatched away?" <"Because they know the pecking order and they know you are mine. Mine." <"And if any of them made a move on you, they would regret ever going through the rifts" <"Do you understand your position? Your value" >"Yes." <"Wonderful, time's up. Now on to your reward as promised." >The imposing woman stands up, unbuttons her blazer, undoes her bra and reveals her beautiful caramel-toned breasts >And then smothers anon's face with them >As anon's mind is being overloaded with new feelings and sensations he hears a whisper <"Let's meet for a longer training session in a more suitable place, tonight"

>>9585 Push Part 2: Effigy >Waiting in front of the door to HR. >Conference Room 6-66. Do they try to do this or does it just come naturally? >Welp, guess tonight we dine in hell. Might as well get it over with. >Open the door. <Ah, Anon. So glad you could make it. >See nine red tails ringing the back of the chair. >It's the fucking COO. <Now I've read your file anon. I know you and your coworker have had problems with women before. Your ex especially. >How the hell is that in my file? She fucking cheated on you and left before you even worked here! >You're about to object when she turns her seat, glancing down at you like a troublesome child. >Not like the office girls, we're talking a primal aura that can chill you to the core of your being. <But, I can't allow that to drag down team morale. >Muster all my courage to defend myself >"With all due respect, I haven't heard of any complaints." <Of course you haven't. It's worse when they don't. Look. >CCTV feed appears on the projector screen. It's Cat. >She's, uh, not taking it well. >A kobold and of all things an arachne are trying to comfort her. >It's not working. >The kitsune merely frowns. Never has such a slight change in expression been so fucking TERRIFYING. >In desperation you stammer out a defense >"I, I can't, I mean we've got a big day tomorrow. Got to be ready for that, you know, hit the company targets." <Who do you think sets those targets!? >She slams a hand on the desk <Do you have so little faith in your coworkers that a few of your hours could make or break the company? >"No, I-" >She waves at the screen <Then did you think those friends of hers are the type that would be a threat, that I didn't vet all my hires? >"I didn't mean-" <Then maybe the problem is you have too little faith in yourself, chained down by past failures? >"What do you know about my life?" you snap back. >You knew it was a mistake as soon as you said it, but you didn't care. Yeah, you're a wagie, but this, this hurt. >There are just some things you've gotta stand for, and you weren't going to let this HR panopticon slide. >You steel yourself, preparing for a reprimand. Or worse. >Instead the kitsune gives a faint smile. When she continues, her voice is much more gentle. <I know now that I wasn't wrong about you. You've got some fire in you, even if you do your best to hide it. >You swear you can see flames outlining her eyes for a second. <I know that sometimes everyone can see a thing except for the person who needs to see it. >She turns away, voice taking on a tinge of sadness. <And I know that the one pain that lasts longer than betrayal is regret. >She turned, looking to the wall, but you could tell she was really somewhere far away. <Regret never fades, even after centuries. >"So what do you want me to do?" <You will go to the team party. You will do what you must to make things right. If any object, send them to me. <And if I may offer some hard-won advice? >You nod <You're a cautious man, Anon, and when dealing with things that's a fine trait, admirable even. <But when dealing with people, sometimes you have to take a risk, fight for it. <Otherwise you end up just as sad, alone, and vulnerable as the impulsive flames you got burned by once before.

>>9611 <thrustworthy >Freud is having a field day. All kidding aside, nicely done, have a commemorative motivator. Still glad it went in a different direction than mine, got a little worried when I went to post part 2 and saw the start of yours.

>>9484 ngl that's impressive that someone would manage to make a poem about this. For me the height of creativity is letting my dick write whatever made me horny

>>9612 It sounds the Japanese work culture of being obligated to go out with coworkers. Except, not shit when it's with monster girls. I wonder what would replace the infamous Karōshi. Some new term for those who hooked up on the job, with that becoming so common? >>9613 I thought office power dynamics just go hand in hand with femdom, especially when I remembered being that scared young man in my first office job

>>9484 Nice poetry, and it's always good seeing a Mimic pop up now and then! >>9585 >I have half a mind to do a story on how guys like this kickstarted a monster girl pickup artist movement. Go for it, that sounds like it could be pretty hilarious if you go the comedic route. Also, along with >>9611 anon, I'm really enjoying the office greentexts! >>9483 >You came back out to the storefront with a whole box of espresso shots, and started to restock the creamer display >Marcy was finishing up making her coffee, and started to make Amber's >You rose an eyebrow as the dark elf poured a whole salt packet along with sugar into the brew >She glanced at you, and laughed <"Weird, right? She says it cuts out the bitterness." >You shrugged >"Kinda, it's not the weirdest thing in the world, though. Some trucker from Des Moines that comes through now and then drinks the-" >One of the digital timers up at your register started to go off, and you glanced at the time on the brew machine >2 A.M. >That meant the auto-sprinklers finished their watering for the night, which also meant you could take any trash out >The sprinklers by the dumpster were broken, so trying to toss anything out while they were on guarenteed you were getting soaked >Naturally, corporate was too stingy to get it fixed >"-hold on, I gotta take out the trash." >Marcy winked, waved her hand, and set up Amber's coffee under the brew machine <"That's alright, I'll watch the doors for ya'~" >You nodded and headed towards the front counter, grabbing the roller-bin from it's spot by the cigarette display >It was already filled up with trash you collected around the store earlier in the shift >Second shift skipped doing their rounds, yet again, and now it meant more time out at the dumpster >Not something you wanted to do for more than a couple minutes at that time of night, regardless of police presence >You wheeled the full bin out through the front doors, taking a right towards the dumpster >Of course, it was on the other end of the parking lot, with only the yellow glow of a lone street lamp lighting it up >As you made your way towards it, you saw a bright red semi-truck on the road slow down and pass by, pulling into the turn lane for your station >Great, you hoped this dude wasn't jonesing for coffee and smokes >You picked up your pace and made it to the dumpster in seconds >As you started hucking bags into the dumpster, you heard footsteps behind you >"Yo dude, ya got a light?" >You glanced over and saw some gaunt twiggy looking guy in a thin teal zip-up hooded jacket walking towards you, and turned back, tossing away more trash a little quicker >"I don't smoke, sorry." >You hoped he'd leave you alone at that, you were getting tweaker vibes from him >The footsteps stopped for a moment, then started again, much much faster >Before you could turn to react, you felt an immense splitting pain as something hard struck your knee, knocking you to the ground >You rolled onto your back >"Hey what the fuck?!" >Getting a better look at the dude, you noticed the yellow light of the dumpster made his hooded jacket look green, he was holding a prybar, and he was missing a fair amount of teeth >Oh, fuck, it's that prowler, and he's a tweaker >"How about ya give me all da cash ya got in da store before I brain ya?" >Shit >Wait, Amber was still looking around outside, but she went to the other side of the station >She might not have heard the dude or smelled him due to the sound of the semi truck and diesel fumes in the air >You know she'd hear you, though >"Fuck you, you faggot crackhead! AMBER! >The tweaker started to raise the prybar over his head, when you heard another set of footsteps approaching very, very quickly <"MPD! DROP THE WEAPON AND HANDS UP" >Amber was now standing beside you with her stun gun raised, her speed surprising you and the tweaker >He turned and tried to run, making it about three steps off the pavement and onto the grass >The hellhound didn't let him get any farther, as she pulled the trigger on her stun gun >Two metal barbs attached to wire shot out from it, and embedded into the tweakers back >He immediately siezed up, and fell face first into the wet grass >Amber let off the trigger, and the tweaker groaned <"Stay down!" >He slowly struggled to push himself up, and Amber pulled the trigger again >The tweaker siezed up again, as sparks began to fly around him <"I said stay the fuck down! Stop resisting!" >She let off the trigger again, and he let out a gasp >"I'm not resis- uhyuhyuhyuhyuhyuhyuhyuh!" >Amber had pulled the trigger again <"Shut up and don't move or I'll zap you again!" >This back and forth happened a couple more times, with more and more sparks flying each time >Your knee hurt like fuck, but seeing that dude get tazed was satisying enough to take your mind off of it for a little bit >At this point Marcy had shown up, spinning a set of cuffs around her finger while waiting for Amber to finish >After the seventh zap though, she spoke up <"I, uh... I think you got 'em, Amber."

>>9723 This is great, the middle chunk really nails the feel of those 90 stranger danger PSAs.

>>9473 So far things are looking good! Although I noticed I messed up on the soft deadline date for the initial first prompt, as it was originally supposed to be for two weeks. With that in mind, the soft deadline for prompt #1 is actually May 5th. Since I haven't heard anything against the idea in the Meta Thread, I'm going to post the next prompt. This first choice is honestly based on my own observations, so I may be wrong on how under-utilized the girl is. In any case, the prompt for Week 2 is: Bee Girls The soft deadline for this prompt is going to be May 12th. Good luck everyone!

>>9735 I'm still working on that first prompt. Admittedly, this is my first time writing fiction in a long time, but it's still harder than I expected.

>>9736 >I'm still working on that first prompt. That's completely fine! Remember, the soft deadline is more of a suggestion/option to follow, especially if you feel like pressure helps motivate you. If you want to take your time, take as much as you need. >Admittedly, this is my first time writing fiction in a long time, but it's still harder than I expected. That's understandable, and it will get easier to more you do. But don't push too hard, this is something to enjoy, not something to view as a chore!

>>9735 Erek ran down the tunnel, legs crying for rest with every step. The buzzing from behind told him there would be none, echoing off every wretched wall. Then he saw it, a passage rising upwards, twisted and narrow. So Erek climbed, driving his swords into the waxy surface hand over hand. The heat was sweltering, but that itself was hope: they would not follow here. So he climbed, first high as one of the might oaks in his former village, then higher still, until at last he found himself along the rim of an open cavern, light filtering down from a hole at its center. The buzzing had receded to a low hum here, leaving the warrior alone with his thoughts. He thought mostly about revenge. About how the swarm of wasp-monsters had burst from the cliffs, descending on his village and leaving ruin in their wake. Many warriors had fallen. Hearty old Olaf, drunk and in good spirits as usual, but not so drunk that he hadn't taken four of the invaders with him. Kor Readbeard, strongest in a strong line, felled seven and would have got an eight had he not succumbed to their poison stings. Most of all Erek's own older brother Gissur, who'd defeated nine before one of the mass gnawed through his axe-haft and carried him off. To his shame he hadn't been there for Gissur, away on hunt a half day out, only to find most men dead or missing, along with the livestock. It was one small mercy that children were spared, at least until the taste of winter's bite. And blood demanded blood, blood Sage Thorvald said could only be paid from the fell creatures' queen. That blood he would give. He just had to evade the she-wasp patrols. As one flew past he ducked into the shadows, back pressing against the far wall and its sticky, sickly-sweet coating. One scout turned the corner, but the other lagged. _Just a little more._ After a tense pause the second left to catch its companion. Erek went to sneak from the alcove. Stuck! The substance on the wall held him like chains. Then he heard a buzz right behind his ear, a wooden snap, and found himself falling into the darkness. * * * * * Drip. Drip. Drip. What? Right, the hive! Snapping awake, Erek found himself in a strange chamber of repeated hexagon tiles, green light pulsing from two empty cells in the lattice. His arms and legs were bound in a warm syrupy substance, giving little as he strained against it. "Lively aren't you, warrior?" a woman's voice echoed from above. A rapid vibrato hum accompanied his interlocutor's descent from a shaft in the ceiling. "Good, you'll need all your energy for what's to come." It was immediately clear that while one of the invaders, this woman was something different. Rather than the thick armored plates and monstrous mandibles of the soldiers he'd seen so far, her form was almost a caricature of the feminine. A thin, regal face gave way to ample breast, a waist thin enough to circle with his own two hands, then flared into hips wide enough to be the envy of maidens back home. Were it not for her black and yellow skin and the great bobbing wasp-abdomen extending from the small of her back it's be hard to call her a monster. Erek shook away such weak thoughts and tried his bonds again. "Do you worst, witch! I'll not disgrace my ancestors." "I rather think you would, starving to death while bound like an infant. Luckily, though, I much prefer you alive." "And why that?" the warrior countered, steeling himself against torture. The wasp-witch walked straight up to Erek and leaned down. Her luminous black eyes were a hand's length from his. She replied in a sultry purr. "Because, my warrior, I'm like you. A wretched sneak, and a sore loser." She caressed the side of his face with an antenna, smooth like a series of polished glass beads. "Don't touch me! I'll kill you for what you've done!" Erek shouted, swinging his head forward to try to headbutt the wasp-woman. With surprising grace she danced back, laughing. "Ah yes, the vaunted duty of vengeance. But duty is not so simple. If it were you'd be dead, as with all enemies of her majesty. But it isn't, is it? If I were to free you and we both died here in glory, wouldn't that still be failure, to perish without once setting eyes on the queen?" "How did you know?" he snapped back. Had they been watching Thorvald? No, none were so silent. "I didn't. But you just confirmed it." She laughed again, wings adding a slight buzz to its melody. "But enough games. What if I give you your freedom and a chance for success?" Erek thought for a long moment. Every ounce of custom and comradery cried to reject this coward's bargain, to struggle to the end against his people's enemies in a blaze of glory. At the same time, though, her words weren't wrong. Here all he might accomplish was a quick death, and not particularly a glorious one. More vexing was the epithet 'loser', also true, and with the weight of the fallen's thirst for vengeance a weight counter. Still, he knew how dealings with witches worked. "In return for what?" "Quite simply the truth. You might surmise by the size of this hive that we are no strangers here. Why the attack? The claim is orders from my mother the queen, but she never rushed heedlessly to war, and what's more she's been ill for some time now. But I have only the word of my sister Alascel for that, and I trust her as you trust me." She squeeze her talons into her palm hard enough to draw thick black blood. "War with the combined human clans would be the ruin of my warrior-sisters as well as your people. But should you stand as my hand in the investigation and my champion in succession if needed, I will ensure honorable dealings, if not peace, as well as winter food and lodging for your people. So swear I, Arisana of the Lindhef Hive, lest the Fimbul Shade drag me and my sisters to the bottom of the world-river." She offered Erek her palm, and for the sake of his clan he knew what he must do. "I, Erek son of Egil, swear to you my service for such time as needed to resolve our people's feud, seeking truth against all odds, lest the fallen souls of my brethren bar me from Valhalla and drag me screaming down to Muspelm." With both hands bound, he bit his lip until tasting hot iron then kissed her offered hand, sealing the pact. to be continued in part 2

>>9736 You can always try something very small first, like a classic 20 lines or so greentext >anon was cornered by a monster girl >and then they fucked (+ some twist) style, without even having to come up with names or any kind of world building. I actually think it would be good to have such stories, so anons not accustomed to participating in writing activities don't feel intimidated.

>>9612 Push Part 3: Raw >Weren't usually a superstitious man, but HR felt close enough to a near-death experience that you made an exception. >Walking into the bar you're dressed up for once. Simple dark set with a leather jacket, it gets the job done. >Eyes scan the crow desperately for Cat. Don't much like this crowd. At least the bartender seems like a bro. >There she is! Slouched on one of the stools Nursing her third beer alone. >Sit down next to her. >"Rough day, huh?" <Anon!? I thought you weren't coming!" >She's cute when she's flustered. Haven't seen her like this before. >"Changed my mind. Besides, you look like you could use the company. Come here alone?" >She rolls her eye in exasperation and points a thumb to the dance floor. Arachne and kobold and yep, both got guys. <Monoeyes always get picked up last. Honestly don't know why I bother. >Motion to barkeep for two of what Cat's having. He get it; like you said, a bro. >"Do you even like dancing?" <No. >"Then fuck it! Here." >Give the beer and open yours. >"Tell me what you do do for fun?" <Well, things where I don't have a crowd judging me are a good start. >"Like what? <The staples. Anime, comics, vidya. You know... >"Try me." >She does, at length. >Turns out that while her gaming taste is normie outside a penchant for PUBG over Fortnite, on manga she's hardcore. <And I'm sick to fucking death of lazy isekai. The powers don't do anything new and the romances have no chemistry! >It's three beers later and I don't know if it's that or her passion, but I'm coming 'round on Spice & Wolf. >Still, it's actually kinda fun. >Not often that you find a girl who knows about I am not a Yuri!, or that you admit to reading it. >Fuck, it's definitely the alcohol, isn't it? <What about you, Anon? If you isekaied, what'd you do? Go for a big, fat harem I bet! >She leans closer across the bar, watching you intensely. >"Uh, I-" >Oh god the counter's pushing up her cleavage for the perfect view. No bra! >Time for a topic change, before Anon Junior ruins the mood by making his presence felt. >"Barkeep, two more drinks!" >"Getting late though, and I bet there's more to you than manga. Tell me something surprising about you." >Surprised, she moves back a little. Success! Be still my son! At least while we're in public. <Well, there's one thing I do like more... >She hesitates, throwing a quick glance behind her and then leaning in conspiratorially. <Racing my Yamaha YZF on the weekends. >"Whoa, no way!" <Shut up idiot, if someone finds out I- "What's this Cat, keeping secrets from your friends?" <Eep! >The arachne, of course, clearly enjoying this. "C'mon, spill. Something about the fine Mr. Anonson here?" >Looking at Cat, you get it. Dat gap moe! You can't resist. >"Oh there's something about me alright. Isn't there, Cat?" <Nooooooope!! >With shocking strength Cat drags you to your feet and straight out of the bar. >The arachne gives you a wink and a salute as you leave. >You return the gesture. Nos moratori te salutamus! >Five frantic minutes later you're sitting in Cat's apartment nursing beer #6. >Maybe you should stop, but you couldn't refuse the way she offered it and watched you like an expectant puppy. >A puppy who's now slipping off her work pants. >"Uh, Cat?" <Shush. You still owe me for joining in with Nell. >She flops on the couch opposite you and lights a smoke. <So what'll it be, Anon? Tell me your own little surprise? Maybe your ideal harem, hmmm? >Oh, that's fighting dirty. >She knows it, too. Look at her, that smug, smug, adorable grin. >No getting out of this is there? Goodbye, my pride. >"How 'bout both? Because I, uh, don't really have any harem plan." <What!? But you were just talking about all those shows before! >"From a distance yeah, it's cool. But honestly I started stuff like Shield Hero for the revenge after a bad breakup." >"Don't exactly have a good track record with women. It's hard enough for me to imagine deserving one of them." <No way Anon! Your cool and hardworking, and you even came to a social event you hate and listened to me babble on! >Big guilt. >"Yeah if I was really so great I'd've said yes the first time, and not scared you back here, and no be so horny and- <But I want you horny! >Whut? >"Whut?" <Grrr! You are like an isekai MC! Did you really think me leaning all over you at the bar was an accident? >"Uh?" <Did you think I didn't see the way you look at me? Did you think I'd drag any random guy back here after!? >"But, me? <Yes you! Do you think *I* have guys lining up to fuck me, let alone one I like? The eye-ism is real! >"What dickless wonders have you been meeting? I'd fuck you every night, 10 out of 10." >She's flushing red in the face like some wild tsundere. >Wait, fuck, did you just say that out loud? >Out comes that sultry, sharp-toothed grin. Yep, said it aloud. <I'm going to hold you to that, Anon.

>>9775 Push Part 4: One Year Later >Another morning, same old routine. >Get up, get dressed, rush off to work. >Kiss Cat on the way out the door. >Definitely takes the edge off the commute. >Clock in, hit the support queue. Even busier now. >Thanks to your meddling COO you're now principal technology support specialist, so there's no end to it now. >Kitsune chauvinism at its finest. >Don't hear from her for months, then when you and Cat tied the knot, boom! <"A man should able to support his family." she says with a self-satisfied grin. >Yeah, family. >Turns out when every happy hour is followed by plappy hour it doesn't take long to go bachelor to dad. >Cat decided to cut hours and work from home. Better than a daycare where they teach god knows what, we agreed. >Lucky for you that also means no more stupid social events, HR has a carveout for families. >It's noobtube & chill, baby! >Cat's annoyed that she can't bike in this condition so you try to bring her little surprises. >Worth it. She's still the great gal you fell in love with, picking you up when your down or just having fun together. >If anything she's a little more aggressive now, sending you pics during work hours that push the limits of 'SFW'. >Like so many other things in life, sometimes all it takes is a little push. ~fin~ And that's a wrap! Probably the longest I'll do for a spell, hope you enjoyed it. If you have comments or critique I welcome them.

>>9760 Hell yeah this is great. I love the style of dangerous mythology/fantasy being the focus of the storytelling perspective in regards to monster girl stuff. I also like a few different pieces of how the dialogue is.

>>9775 >>9776 Very cute. I personally don't like monoeyes so I can feel the "unloved girl" theme there.

>>9762 nta but I have that same problem too. The last story I wrote stretched almost to 40 pages just because I felt obligated to detail everything from expressions, tone, settings, circumstances, and even adding extra characters despite the person I wrote it for making a simple request. It took me months to finish it.

>>9816 Either try writing on a deadline or imagine more realistic critics. The first is self-explanatory, but for the second I find that a lot of new writers imagine anons here like their English teachers, asking "but what does it mean?", so they over-writing. Frankly that's crazy. Imagine anons as they really are, itching to put down your story for the sweet, sweet waifus in the games and manga threads at the merest hint of filler. You'll cut story length by 50%, find most of that was bullshit, and if you left something actually good out by accident then anons will tell you. This doesn't mean leaving out evocative imagery or dialog, it means sharpening it. See how much an actually good writer like R.E. Howard or H.P. Lovecraft could cram into a short. The Call of Cthulhu is just under 12K words, a third less than MagusAnon's Christmas shitpost last year, and Lovecraft had to build a mythos in-story instead of cribbing from MGE (Magus does have some good stuff but could use an editor).

And actually do we want to do some real critique here? I'm up for it, we have a few active writers and a few potentials (POST! Can't do better on your second story if you don't have a first out to compare it to).

>>9816 I keep going back and rewriting or removing sections of the story because I feel like there might be too many small details most won't really care about or to hopefully make the story flow better. >>9858 I will! With luck, I'll be done before the 2 weeks deadline.

>>9876 I'll look forward to it then. If you're not reworking the core plot structure, consider serializing it like others here, tidying up the first chapter before the others if need be. To others, especially OP, how'd you like to do this? If we focus on one prompt it could be a really good back and forth, but that leaves out anyone who doesn't finish. Two other ideas would be either each author picks a story and what kind of feedback they want, great if you have a problem, or the opposite, where we try to focus on one skill like atmosphere or plotting with practice for everyone. That might seem worse than bespoke critique, but I've found it's often better because it gets you off your ass to do the practice and if you're stuck there's hopefully someone better doing the same exercise.

>>9883 I'm the OP. I like anything that gets other people to write, i made this thread entirely because i didn't want to spam my ideas across other threads and incidentally piss people off by doing so. Kind of a self-containment sphere for myself and those alike to me, lol. If you or others would wish to take up the task of prompt generation and deadlines, i would be all for it. I am very inconsistent with timing and output as can plainly be seen but i do lurk the thread a lot. I like the idea of deadlines, contests, rotating topics, difficult and weird but interesting prompts, etc. If someone comes back and posts a story totally unrelated or from a prior deadline, don't feel left out, just post that shit. Cool beans. I was frankly shocked with how many people jumped in after it was just me for a while but it's great to see honestly. Thinking this is also a great place to toss around AI images (if they accompany a story) if one wishes to do so.

>>9891 >just post that shit alright then, let's give it a go >20 years after the portals opened >Be son of shoggoth >Last year of high school and life is hell >"Anon, clean your room." >"Anon, fix your clothes, it's unbecoming of a young master." >"Anon, how dare you watch that filth, if you're horny I can set you up with a nice maid." >Jesus Mom, will you stop spying on me while I'm in my room! God! It's like the walls have eyes. >"The walls do have eyes." >What the hell Mom? >What about school, you say? LOL NOPE! >Try to hang out with the cool kids, slip a cannabis dryad a twenty for some of the good stuff. >Get a visit from the mind flayer counselor the next day >"This isn't good anon. You don't want to jeopardize your future." >Bitch get out of my head! I know you know my mom! >"She just wants you to live up to your father." >Yes, because everyone can get rich off crypto even now that it's locked down to hell and back. Why didn't I think of that sooner! >That's fucking it >Leave counselor's >Leave school >Find wild portal >Wait is it supposed to glow red on the edges? Whatever, gotta be better than this stupid life, so YOLO >Expected wilderness, maybe a ruined city at worst >Come out in a writhing sea of red flesh >Horizon's just black except for weblike pillars rising into the sky with no end in sight >Oh fuck >Wander for hours >Need to take piss >Ahh, sweet relief! <Having a "little" trouble there? >See smirking big-titty goth girl, except the fishnets are ALL she's wearing besides a tiny black slingshot bikini >That and a bunch of horrifying chitin-tentacles rising from her back, but c'mon man, THE TITS! <What's the matter, struck speechless at the sight of your betters? >One thing you learn in a house full of monster women, never play their game >Keep staring >Her smirk turns to frustration <Ugh, typical! Is that really the only thing a brute like you can think about? >"Turn around for a minute and we'll find out." <Excuse me!? >If you want something done right.. >Walk around her, careful to keep out of tentacle range >Oh yeah baby! >"You mind leaning forward?" >She turns around and whips a tentacle at you, red haze trailing from it >Dodge it, easy >"Baby if you want to gently caress me all you gotta do is ask." <Fuck you you cretinous cave-dweller! I ought to feed your viscera to a spalling shambler! >"Are you saying you really want my meat?" <You-!!! >It's way too easy to get her going >That and she's way to easy to predict with those wide swings >Sit back and enjoy the jiggle physics of her little tantrum >Either she's never really had to use them or... >Rush in between two of them and tackle her >"You know with this song and dance I think I'm not the only one showing off some meat." <Swine! Cur! Neanderthal! You think you can just pin me down and take what you want? >Swings a horror-arm one more time >Catch it cold, weaker than little sis >"You're lucky you're cute or I might be mad." <C-cute!? >She looks away blushing, totally proving the point >"Why not admit what you really want? That way we can both walk away happy." <What makes you think I want this? >"I asked your other tentacles." >As two of them are openly fondling her breasts now >Her blush deepens <Fine! she snaps >"Fine what?" >Keep staring >Could do this all day really, now that those tentacles turned this into pay-per-view <Fine, fuck me! Clearly that's the only thing that will satisfy a lecherous sadist like you! >"Because?" <Because I'm horny too dammit! >"Good girl." >Oblige >And the second after feel a needlestab in the back >The smirk is back >Pisses you off >Seeing red >Actually seeing kinda purple and veiny, and now with chitin and claws >But that smirk >Gonna wipe it off >Gonna fuck it off >GONNA FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUCK <............ >Was son of shoggoth >Now atlach of nacha >At least dad is proud

>>9897 >atlach-nacha but big titty goth gf instead of a flat brat Nice, good one.

>>9760 Very nice prose, the darker take on things is a good change of pace, can't wait to see where it goes! >>9775 >>9776 Fantastic job, anon, Cat being a hidden bike nut was a nice touch. >happy hour is followed by plappy hour That got a gut laugh out of me! >>9897 Anything with the nacho spider is always bound to be funny, the back and forth was good! >>9723 >You watched as Marcy cuffed the tweaker, while Amber changed out the cartridge on her stun gun >The hellhound then crouched and slipped an arm under yours <"Can you stand on your other leg?" >You nodded, and she slowly rose up, helping you back on your good foot >She squeezed you a bit closer to her side, and you couldn't help but blush >Even under the armored vest and uniform, you could still tell she was quite plush >Also very warm, but you figured that already considering what she was <"Let's get you back inside, you gotta call your boss. There's no way we're letting you work the rest of the night. You got everything under control, Mar?" >The dark elf finished attaching another set of cuffs to the tweakers legs, and stood up >With a very loud click-clack, she had her baton out and extended, pressing the tip of it on the back of the dude's neck <"Yep, if prickless here tries to move, he's gonna get double what Anon got from him. I bet that ushi in lock-up would love a hobbled cellmate.~" >Amber chuckled, and started to help you back to the store <"Good. I'll pull the cruiser around once he's inside." >It took about a minute or so, but you were back in the store >Amber had you sit down at the small cafe table, and went behind the counter to grab the phone >You winced and let out a hiss as you sat down on the stool, your knee throbbing like mad >You're pretty sure something was broken, just hopefully not something important >Limping the rest of your life cause of some druggie was not how you pictured working here would go >Amber came back with the cordless phone, and handed it to you, while placing her other hand on your shoulder <"I'll be right back, I've got some stuff in the cruiser that'll help with your knee." >She then gave your shoulder a parting squeeze, and jogged out through the exit >You couldn't help but stare for a second, and then shook your head >Gotta call up Sandy >With a couple button presses the phone autodialed her number >You were pretty sure she was up, with her energy levels you doubted she ever slept >About two rings in, she answered <"Anon, what's up? Did the store catch fire yet?" >"Not really. Some crackhead decided to play tee-ball with a prybar and my kneecap though." >There was silence on the other end <"...Are you joking? Please tell me you are." >"Nope. He hit me while I was out tossing garbage. Amber tased him though, her and Marcy are handling it." <"Who?" >Oh that's right, Sandy's first name basis is only with the morning cops >"Uh, Officer Fairfax and Officer Cardaire..." <"OH, the Smoke Sisters! Well, uh, good!" >You rose an eyebrow >"Why do you call them that?" <"Cause of their dar...rrn fiery personalities, of course. You know, where there's Smoke there's Fire." >You were pretty sure she was gonna say something else <"Anyway, give me ten minutes, I'll be there to fill out an incident report. I'll have Hailey cover the rest of your shift, she needs the hours. See you in a bit!" >You heard a click on the other end, and set the phone down >Not a moment later the door chime went off, and you glanced up, expecting Amber >Instead, it was the trucker with the red semi >You recognized him from his black and yellow flannel, it was the dude from Des Moines >He glanced around the store before finally settling his gaze on you, and gave a sheepish grin >"Oh, hey there you are. Uh, the missus and I we're wonderin..." >You nodded >"Yeah, the slushy machine's down, it's just pushing out warm syrup." >His eyes lit up >"Perfect! Uh, we saw what happened, the missus is talking with the cops right now. I'm just gonna leave my cash on the counter, you can keep the change." >He then went straight back to the slushy machine, and you heard it start to whir and hiss >Glancing out the front window, you saw Marcy out by the semi talking with a very animated bee woman in crop top and daisey dukes >Huh >Well that explains why Des Moines dude loves melted slushies

Alright, so initially I was a bit stuck on what song to post for prompt #3. I wanted something older and simple, something that would be easy for Anon to pull ideas from, but the what I was stuck on. Thankfully, a classic came up on my radio, one that I think everyone can appreciate, and one that definitely fits here. So, without further ado, the prompt for Week 2 is: Devil Woman by Cliff Richard https://youtu.be/NG9Gddy8r_8?si=I5EXKI5sClEfFenf The soft deadline for this prompt is going to be May 19th. Good luck, and take things easy!

>>9954 Wouldn't it be better to wait until the deadline for the previous one ends? It might confuse anons and make them think it's already over. I'm still working on my story for the second one and I'm sure there are others too.

>>9955 This is actually why I have "soft deadlines". They're purely optional, a guideline to follow if one wants to, especially if pressure is a motivating factor. If you want to work past the deadline or ignore it completely, you can. I also overlap prompts so that if anon gets stuck on his story, that the new prompt might be the idea he needs to continue writing.

>>9473 >It was a hot, stormy day of the last few days of spring >With the heavy clouds completely covering the sunlight, it was hard to believe it was still early evening >The sound of raindrops and thunder felt oddly relaxing inside the lantern-lit room of the tavern <"You're earlier than usual." >"Hard to get much done at the observatory during downpours like this." >The innkeeper was an elegant lady called Maia. She looked like she was somewhere in her late 20s and had her long black hair tied into a bun >We were the only two in the room. Usually, the pub area would be filled around this time, but with the raging storm outside, not even the barmaids could come today >We met a couple of years ago over a shared hobby and grew to be friends, and were close enough we could drop all the formalities when no one else was around >We chatted and drank the night away, but the tempest wouldn't let up >Before long, the conversation started to take on some more serious tones <"Every day you sit alone in that tower looking at the stars, don't you ever stop and think at what's in front of you?" >"Certainly, the recent passing of Comet Grefenberger really excited the academics, and it's influence on purple hailstorms has been noted but is yet to be fully studied." >She gives me a blank stare >Of course I knew she meant what she said quite literally, but I didn't want to commit to a relationship when a breakthough in astronomancy seemed so close at hand >But at the same time I didn't want to outright reject her and potentially ruin what we currently have, not that I was opposed to the idea of dating her <"I've been thinking a lot about the future lately. When I finally got the inn running, I believed my life's goal had been achieved, but lately I started craving for something more. >She was looking downwards and tracing her nail along the balcony. <"To have one to come back to at the end of the day. Someone I can spend all my happy moments with and a shoulder to cry on during harsh times. The warm company for the cold nights. To make a family with." >I was getting tipsy from all the alcohol. I found my eyes inadvertently looking at her cleavage pressing against the balcony, the strands of hair clinging to her neck from the sweat, the beautiful features in her pale face looking downcast, but I still managed to keep my head on straight >"You're great company and a dependable woman, I'm sure you'll find someone perfect in no time." >Though her gaze was still downwards, what she said next made me feel like my very soul was being stared at <"I only have eyes for one person."

>>9981 >The storm raged on. With the strong winds and the streets completely dark, going home at this hour seemed way too risky. >Maia offered me to stay in one of the inn's rooms free of charge. I wanted to pay her like any other customer, but she insisted >Even though sleep came in no time, I woke up in the middle of night drenched in cold sweat >I felt like there were eyes in every corner of the room watching me >Out of breath and dizzy from the hangover, I got up and tried to open the door of my room >The door looked almost like it was stuck on something as I fumbled over in my panic, but it opened >I stumbled into the corridor and took deep breaths while supporting my body on the wall. My vision was used to the darkness so walking through the inn shouldn't pose an issue >Deciding that literally anywhere else would be better than my guest room for now, I start making my way back into the bar >As I turn, I see Maia down the hallway >She was in her nightgown, carrying a lantern. Illuminated only by the light of the fire, she looked so much more vulnerable without her uniform or her everyday clothes <"Hey. Couldn't sleep either, huh." >"I need to use the bathroom." I wasn't lying, but was still less embarassing than admitting I had a panic attack in her establishment for no apparent reason <"Must be the alcohol." She smiled. "I'm going back to my room. Have a good night." >I bid her good night and went on my way. >I sit alone in the main hall for a while, listening to the heavy rain outside and thinking about our earlier conversation, and what I wanted for my own future >The rest of the night went by without incidents. When I went back to my bedroom, everything seemed normal again, but it still took me some time to stop feeling so anxious and get back to sleep >The morning after, the sky had completely cleared of clouds. >Me and Maia shared breakfast, doing some more small talk as we ate. >She wanted to reserve a day when we could go out together to see a local sewing exhibition, but I said I was too busy due to work. >I gave her a hand cleaning the place and helping her prepare to open the inn, it was the least I could do to repay the favor for letting me stay. >It was time to head to my workplace, have a lot of catching up to do and I need to get my mind off the previous day's events >I decided it might be for the best if I didn't see Maia again for a while, at least not until I finish my next report to the academy. >Only then will I decide on how I want to deal with her going forward

>>9982 >The observatory sit alone on top of a hill in the outskirts of the city walls, away from all the lamp lights of the town >The closest building was Maia's inn at the base of the hill >At this hour, the only other people awake must have been the lamplighters and night sentries >Inside, the observatory was only illuminated by a single small candle. Too much light could obfuscate the celestial bodies in the sky >Thankfully, the comet was still very clear up there, an unmistakeable bright blue glow against the night sky >As I noted down my findings, suddenly I felt a shiver run down my spine >That strange feeling of being watched again >I kept looking back, but only the umbra inside the tower was there to greet me >Focusing on my work had just gotten way harder >It was then that I saw it >In front of me, in the glass window, there was a blue glow >But darker in its shade, and it wasn't up there besides the clouds and the stars, but a reflection looking back at me on the lower part of the window >I felt my heart jump to my throat as I tried to get up when a pair of arms reached out and pulled me into the shadows >There was a hand covering my mouth and I could feel the sharp nails pressing against my cheeks >Multiple limbs wrapped around my torso and over my shoulder >I could feel my back being pressed against the thing's body as the encirclement finished <"You're really quite diligent, huh." >That voice! <"Every time we're alone, I drop every notion of professionalism and practically lay myself bare before you, but you just won't take the hint" >Maia was somehow incredibly strong. She was slim, but I didn't recall her looking particularly athletic >After putting in way more effort than I'm willing to admit, I managed to at least free my mouth enough to be able to speak again >"Maia! Just what is the meaning of this!?" <"I'm tired of spending every night in that tavern hoping for you to make a move." <"I had half a mind to take you with me here and now, but when I saw you so enthusiastically writing down on that book, I couldn't bring myself to do it." >I was completely stunned >"Let me go for a moment, we can talk this out." >She giggled, but shockingly, she did release me after a couple of seconds >I immediately got some distance between us before turning around >While it was definitely Maia, she looked completely different from what I knew >4 extra pairs of pure dark blue eyes lined her head >8 long black and yellow spider legs jutting out from her back >Her skin was even paler than usual, an almost gray tone >"Jorōgumo.", I muttered. It was said they seduced and preyed upon gullible young men. >She was still chuckling to herself, holding one of her fingers in her mouth with a flirtatious glare towards me >It took me a moment to properly calm down and reassert the situation before me >Astronomancy wasn't a combat-oriented school of magic, I had some degree of divination but fighting my way out seemed like a no-go >Behind her, the door was covered in webs. If I was insane enough to jump from the window from this height, I'd only end up with a broken leg or worse >There was no way out >Yet I couldn't help but sense there was something amiss in the back of my mind

>>9983 >It's been a few months since then >The comet was long gone and things have mostly gone back to normal at my workplace >That night, my one saving grace was when I realized that had she really intended on eating me, there was no shortage of opportunities in the past for her to have done it >Of course, there was a real chance she was simply playing with her prey, but it was still my only lifeline >Having calmed down upon that realization, we clarified things with each other >I properly conveyed how I felt about her, and how I didn't want to make her feel neglected right after we'd start going out because I was prioritizing my career >She, on the other hand, was beginning to get suspicious as to why I hadn't made any move yet and wanted to check if I had someone else already >Or as she casually mentioned the other day, had she found I lied or somehow tricked her, she said she would've either "drained me up" or "bind me in the space between the ground and the fog" >I never dared to ask her to elaborate >In the end, we both agreed to give dating a serious try two weeks later >We parted that night on an embrace. I could see her spider legs starting to surround me again as we hugged >I was startled when she bit me between the shoulder and the neck, the pain was such I had to bite my own lip to stifle a scream >As we pulled away from each other, she had a smug look on her face before she jumped back into my arms for a kiss >The tip of her spider legs began digging into my back with so much force I had to stifle another scream >I could swear I felt something dripping down my back, but luckily when I checked, they didn't leave any scars >The same couldn't be said of the bite mark. When I confronted her, all she had to say was "that is its purpose", before she laughed again >Oh well, in the days since, hickeys grew to become such a common ocurrence I almost don't mind them anymore >Nevertheless, my relationship with Maia has progressed a lot since then >We now share the same bedroom at her inn, which I've been visiting more frequently than my own home >I usually help her open the tavern during the day and I've been leaving work earlier than usual to assist her during the evening when most guests start coming in >Unfortunately, further research had shown the supposedly correlation between purple hailstorms and the blue comet was mere coincidence >Such is life, I'm sure there will be other opportunities for my breakthrough >Maia has to hide her true self in front of other people, but she has no qualms exposing her true nature while we're in her nest >These days have been draining in more ways than one, yet I've never been more happy, even when I first started my research into the comet >But even still, whenever she looks deep into my eyes, I oft get a primal fear unlike anything else I've ever experienced >It makes me wonder how much truth there is to the tales about Jorōgumos and what would happen should I ever slip up >Although all she does whenever she notices my fear is to snicker and tease me some more

>>9981 >>9982 >>9983 >>9984 >>9984 Very good, there's the slice of life feel to it since it didn't go too hard on femdom, but still had that monster girl/yokai weirdness we all love.