>>78392 They're short enough, they're good when they're shortstacked but not excessively so

>>78392 Wow dwarves are the perfect dwarves. If I had to make one gripe it's that their tits weren't bigger and their body mass wasn't 80% hair. The problem is good dwarf art is borderline impossible to find, and a lot of what exists feels purposefuly contrarian and dysgenic. Like "I'm fat and ugly and I hate elves because they're too pretty and white, so I'm going to 'claim' dwarves and represent myself in them and make them fumpy and ugly with shit faces and beards and body hair." There's like one guy out there with a dark Iron dwarf fetish putting in a lot of work through commission though, so god bless him.

>>75555 I wouldn't say she's "hideous", she's just a typical vampire. She can't help it, it's her species' trait. Kind off like hellhounds rape guys or shirohebi chase them around the earth until they get them, vampires are kinda bitches. Not saying that's a good thing but, they were born this way, there's nothing they can do about it.

>>79469 >She can't help it, it's her species' trait. Bullshit. Vampires don't HAVE to be assholes. They CHOOSE to, over bullshit concepts of social status. That's why they're irrecoverably, abysmally, completely evil instead of being just menacing. No vampire has to abuse her husband/mate and treat him like he's the lowest slave or livestock out there. Actually, they don't even feel that way towards their chosen mates, but guess what? They choose to behave like that since they believe a noble lady can't show love to someone lower than her.

>be Anon Incognitus >sit on your ass in the comfort of your own dwelling, watching porn then playing some monster-girl clone of Deus Ex (still on UE1, 'cause it's decent technology) >news come in your town's digital forum, a bunch of foreigners decided to settle in >they bought the dilapidated, zombie-infested house on the corner of the street, and will be renovating it >who would want to buy out an old house like that, and why? >not to mention that the zombies were generously re-located into some kind of an adaptation center >dammit, that costs some serious money, you know >just who the fuck are your new neighbors? >as your character is grappling with two BJ-12 OGRE units, somebody knocks on your door >you groan unhappily and go check it out >you open the door, there's a group of foxy girls you don't know standing in the doorway <"Excuse me, Anonu Inucognitusu-san?" >what the fuck is with your fucking English, bitch >the following speech by the foxes comes in an English that's more broken than the Russian society, so it's translated into a more intelligible version <"Oh, I'm so excited to see you! I have heard that you are the only man in this town, is that true? Oh, I've forgot to introduce myself, first! My name is Konoha Mitsufuckasuckasucka, all friends call me Kono, though! And these are--" >*more unintelligible tongue-twister names follow, let's assume you can call them Mimi, Saya, and Chiba* >you try to keep your most welcoming and polite face as distress wells up within you >something's certainly wrong with these vulpines >don't get it wrong, they're all beautiful, with a tinge of that exotic charm in them >but you just can't get rid of that feeling that there's something horribly wrong with each of them >you smile at them and keep talking to them, while the distress grows >it's as if you're talking to some aliens, that closely try to imitate your kind >given that your kind includes thousands upon thousands of diverse monster-girl species, as well as daemonic men and women, the fact that they grossly fail to do so is very fucking alarming >you try to get them off your case, they try to invite you into a tea party "Uhm, ladies, I'm terribly sorry, but I've got to finish my work. I've got a load of tasks, and quite a few of them are urgent. This is not something I could ignore, my reputation - and my ability to pay my bills - depends on it." >after a few very compelling arguments from you, they finally agree to back off >not before almost-extorting a promise to visit their house when you're free >you phew after they have left, but you are not in the mood to play games, anymore >doggamnit, there's something clearly, definitely, certainly, terribly and horribly wrong with these foxies >apart from their English being more broken than a socialist government, they just feel alien >and it's the disturbing kind of alien, the one that screams, "watch the fuck out, ti-planarian" >guess you'll have to run a bit of an investigation into those new neighbors >wonder if anyone else has noticed anything weird about them?.. <"Anon, doggammit, stop being immature! There is nothing wrong about our new neighbors. In fact, they're already contributing to our community. They've made life for those poor zombies better, they've reconstructed that defaced house on the corner, that was a sore sight for our town for a couple years. And, they're already starting to think of the ways to improve our little town!" >welp, seems like you're the Crazy Paranoid in the eyes of pretty much everyone else >but this is not the worst part of it, of course <"Besides, there's more of them incoming. They've already bought old Linda's sewing shop, they've bought the Pretzels & Kremes, and they're bound to move in within a few days..." >well, that's fucking amazing "And you guys are not at all alarmed by the fact that, all of a sudden, some aliens from entropy knows where are coming in droves buying out property - our people's property - and settling in?" >she makes a tired face at you <"Dammit, Anon. They're buying failed businesses and half-ruined houses, for a generous amount of money. They're re-making them into something better, newer, neater. And you are the one to complain about all this. You really need to take that tin foil hat off sometimes, these people are not here to kill us all." >well, maybe that is true, but that does not make them less creepy, anyway >okay, it seems like you don't have the support of your community on your side >well, anyways, you've got a good friend on the other end of the country >Anon Nymous, a class-IV warlock and a fellow vigilante >you tell him your story, he gets surprised for a moment >like, really, really surprised <"Anon. What you describe, it's a whole lot like what has been going on in our administralty." >you ask him to tell you more, he comes up with a concerning story >about two years ago, those Orientals began settling into the region >it began alarmingly like with your case, they first bought out dilapidated and poorly-maintained property, low-income businesses, stuff like that >then, they began immigrating in greater numbers >as they came in greater numbers, their influence has increased, as well >they have been very active in the communities' lives, suggesting various changes and sometimes directly influencing people's lives >sometimes it was beneficial, like improvements to the public space >sometimes it was something that sounded beneficial, like "eliminating the ethnic and racial discrimination from our society" >other times, it was openly controversial, read - outright malicious >the latter include outrageous measures such as an extended gun ban, an increased degree of gun control, complete with all sorts of "mental checks" and "red flag laws" >it just so happens that these measures are disproportionally applied against the native population of the country, while the immigrants are shamelessly forming militias within their "Orien-towns" >oh, speaking of the latter >sometimes those Oriental invaders buy out so much assets on a patch of land, they become the dominant majority of the region >both in the sense of numbers and influence-wise >those places essentially become alien bastions, with alien laws and alien customs, and the remaining natives are being forced to either assimilate into their alien culture or get out >as for the men living in those regions, they usually do everything in their powers to keep them in >and, in most cases, they succeed >although it appears that they're being treated well, he has some very reasonable doubts >he wasn't gutsy enough to get inside and check it out in more detail, since those aliens look - and feel - like they're gonna kidnap him and do Chaos only knows what atrocities to him if they find them digging around >well, you can sympathize with him >the part that worries both of you the most, is that the men living within the "alien bastions" are actively promoting their lifestyle >it's as if they were brainwashed or something >well, there's no way you're going to believe that someone from your country would willingly surrender most of their personal autonomy, and become essentially something between livestock and a second-class citizen >and now, there are the same trends being observed in your neighborhood >you ask him if there's anything that could be done to save your community <"Fuck, Anon, no fucking idea. We are actively battling these aliens on all fronts, the majority of people are still on the side of reason, but those Orientals have gained more than 30% public support. Including themselves, of course." >you tell him about your worries, about your encounter with them <"Yeah, I know. Whenever you're talking to them, you've got that strange feeling, all the times. It's like those people, they are not human" "Well, nobody is, especially not after the monster incursion..." <"Yeah, yeah, you got it what I mean. Anyways, stay watchful, and be ready to flee whenever shit hits the fan. When those aliens flood your town, you don't want to be there." >you agree and think of a backup plan in case things go south >first, you've got to buy as much ammo for your machine gun as you can afford >probably a couple more guns, too >fuck, why not just buy a light tank while you're at it, never know when will you need a crowd control device >you were going to buy one, anyway >then, look for some backup options >if what Nymous says is true, chances are you'll have to flee the town in a couple years >good thing you're not a wageslave, a self-employed man enjoying your enhanced freedom >you can move about anywhere and keep working from home and earning enough for your living >still, you hope it won't happen there >you don't really want to go through all this crap >man, you really need to have a couple of beers after all this stress >you get outside and head towards the Bogarts, the only bar in your town >as you make your way in, you can swear something's watching you >you can't see jack shit and you don't sense anything, either, each time you turn around >it gets darker as you go, but your town's pretty safe >no threat of getting attacked where everybody, including you, owns at least one gun >you order a beer and chat up with the bartender >after a while, you feel something very wrong coming into the bar >you turn around, and see the four foxes from before >well, no reason to panic, maybe they're just here to grab some liquor >they scan the hall, and make a beeline towards you >*broken-to-normal English translation engaged...* <"Oh, Mr. Incognitus! Didn't expect to see you here, thought you'd be working on these tasks you've mentioned before. What brings you here?" >ohh-- s h i t ,&nbsp; you forgot you've bullshitted them to get them off you before >and this time, you can clearly feel something wrong with them >it's not just the abstract uncanny valley shit, you can clearly sense some very off, very alien mana coming from them >they surround you, Mimi and Chiba on your right, Saya and Kono-something on your left <[Bartender] "Oh, the new arrivals! Kono-san, what would you like?" <[Kono] "Ah, just a shot of tertilla, please. One for each of us" >wait, why the hell did the bartender call her Kono-san >meanwhile, the foxes try to chat you up <[Chiba] "So, Anon-san, what exactly are those tasks you were telling us about? Have you already finished them?" >Chaos evermighty, there must be a way to ditch those fucking foxes, as you're sure they won't back off on their own >you cobble up some more bullshit about graphical design for indie projects, not exactly a lie as these are the things you've been working on >as you talk to them, you catch yourself being lulled into some false sense of security, distracted by the idle chatter >still, your daemonic part catches you just before you fall into it and rudely wakes you up by screaming into your head <"something's terribly wrong, dumbass, you're talking to the alien foxes whose kin are taking over your country at the west coast" >and then, the weird mana >you could swear on your bag of chips you've left next to your computer this is nothing you have ever encountered >your reason is monitoring the situation the best you can, ready to act decisively at the first sign of trouble <[Kono] "Say, Mr. Anon, you're a wonderful man! Maybe you would like to visit our house~? We have done a great job renovating it, you absolutely must see it~" >oh, dammit >hyperspeed bullshit excuses mode ACTIVE "Look, I'd love to, but I've got to talk to my family this evening. We've got to discuss a very important arrangement. I'm really sorry, but..." <the foxes are not taking one bit of it >nevertheless, they are not showing it openly, although their mana says so <[Kono] "Ah, do not worry, Mr. Anon. Perhaps another day, then?" >you politely terminate your conversation, pay for the booze and snacks, and flee the bar into the night >halfway to your home, you sense a very weird chill washing over you >nervous, you turn around <the foxes' eyes are bright red and they are chanting something, while staring at you intently >panicked, you break into a run, hastily applying a dispel to you >you almost break into your own house, lock the door, and check if everything's locked >you place a magic seal on every door and grab your machine gun >you are expecting anything, this is not something to be taken lightly >there is no talking about getting back to playing your games, gotta stay alert >man, this is gonna be a real tense night

>>80378 second pic is every monster girl's optimal state

>>80460 True. Filled to the brim with my love

>>80378 God damn, what's with the artist that drew this crap? Those pics are really ugly.

So, would you take multiple wives or an outright harem if you could? My taste has always been pretty evenly split between foxes and succubi, so similar yet also so different in nature. To get sandwiched by both of them in bed, while they slowly energy drain me would be a dream come true. Alternatively stuck balls-deep in either of them, while the other hugs me from behind and molests my whole body with her tail(s), both whispering lewd things into my ears and attacking my face with their mouths. Adding a harpy and a lamia into the mix would be the icing on the cake, but I doubt I would survive that household for very long.

>>80506 >would you take multiple wives That's not even a fucking question, of course I would. Although it would be Hellhound + Jinko + Wurm/wyvern/dragon in my case, I like my girls big and strong.

>>80506 Harems aren't my thing, the only scenario when I can imagine being with several wives is being a boytoy for a group of powerful monsters. But bigamy sounds nice, a love triangle is still intimate enough and opens up new possibilities. Like wives scheming to double team me and drain me all night. Or wife A subdues wife B and we molest her together. Or wife A and B doing yuri play in front of me before the main course.

>>80506 Taking many girls is why I like the original MGE setting in the first place.

>>80506 I'm a firm believe of a regular marriage with one man and one woman (well we only have each other) but i would be lying, if i weren't to welcome some strange circumstances like every abyssal girl enjoy the warmth of my home and my body heat. So they invade the home after i take Seaport Hime home in bridal carry. I like MGE for this as it has a support in a sense of the man starting to produce more semen and having better sexual stamnia too which may get even more improved with more monster wives. I also enjoy anime girls of various sizes from loli to the near 3 meter onis and such, though preferable tallest female would be around 230-250 cm. Also been into gender bendings and lately there is like this head canon where i could steal and absorb men masculanity to increase the amount of cum i produce or improve refactory periods, the men i stole from slowly or instantly transforming into women. (something akin to Alp from MGE just sometimes i also say i can freely customize them). So yeah, i'm down to regular marriage but also collecting like maybe up to 5-8 monster waifus

It it well understood that mana is stored in the boobs, but so too is corporate burnout.

The Elf is an all terrain waifu

>>81634 Can they survive in deep space?

>>81634 >elf

>>81648 I think elves should remain earthbound, should one adapt to the vast depths of space I could imagine elf proliferation to take on a galactic scale. Within a few million years there will be an elf per 1sqkm throughout the entire universe.

>>81751 The elf is a versatile being. The elf at night is a night elf. The elf at day is a sun elf the elf in the dark is a dark elf and the elf in the sea is a sea elf. The elf on the moon is a moon elf. The elf that is tall is a high elf. The elf in space is a space elf. The elf in the light is a light elf. The elf in my bed is the wife elf.

>>81814 A dragon is just a scaly elf adapted for high-altitude environments, then?

>>82059 A dragon elf would be, yes.

>>82213 >pounds of jewelry hanging off impractically large horns My weakness

>>81813 Elves reproduce real slow-like, just like all other long-lived creatures. Space elves would also take care to adapt to each new environment they found so they could live in harmony with it. Space elves are totally benign!

>>82219 Nature's greatest adornments require man's greatest adornments >>82737 This sounds like something a space elf would claim

There are scarier things in space than elves.

>>82959 Scarily dorky more like

Hey there, I've been writing down random ideas for a setting after the short "Monstergirl Games Are Sloppy" debate in MGGT. It's far from complete, mature, and is basically a bunch of random ideas and concepts, but I think the general idea and setting are pretty much coherent enough. So I'm releasing this to Chaos' judgement. https://gofile.io/d/kE8uMT Is it worth to keep working on this setting? Personally I liked the idea but, the amount of work to-be-done seems a little bit scary.

>>83168 I want to give this a read but its just a bunch of chinese gibberish for me..? Maybe it's not working because I'm on my phone but idk.

>>83258 Ehh, I've just re-opened it on different machines in LibreOffice and it works fine. You can probably open it in WPSOffice (comes pre-installed on some Android phones)

>>82737 Do settings like DnD, where half-elves are a thing, mention any way to sire full-blooded elves? We need to saveguard the purity of our wives bloodlines for future generations to come.

>>83356 Math dictates that if >elf + man = half-elf Then >elf + half-elf = 2/3 elf

>>83356 It's a pretty common thing in Japanese fiction that the blood of the godlike species has been diluted over thousands of years to the approachable creatures we know today. So, no, probably not. Maybe the real reason the elves sailed west is because there are no humans yonder...

>>80573 That pic reminds me: Considering that eventually Wo-Class got an Abyssal Queen version, it'd be funny if eventually Re-Class got one too that looks like a Frankenstein's monster made up of other Abyssal Queens, to reflect her in-game status as a chimera ship girl (classified as an Aviation Battleship, but essentially also being a Destroyer and Cruiser, as well as a Seaplane Tender in her Elite mode).

>>83358 Dude, your math is fucked up. elf + half elf = 3/4 elf Also, it depends on which genes are dominant and recessive, or is it even being decided by genes in any way (e.g. mamono mana from MGE just outright overwrites genetic information)

>>83356 In LoTR hafuelves get to chose whether they are full blooded elves or "mortal" elves. I do not know what the line or Aragorn and Arwen begot, but it was probably men.

>>83168 There's a lot of interesting ideas, especially that magic crafting system. I would actually like to see this worked into a game and completed, although there's already so much work to do. I wonder just how long would it take. >id tech 4 Isn't that DOOM 3 technology? Why would you use such an old piece of software?

>>83431 You forgot that elf genes are recessive

>>83652 >>83431 >talking about magical creatures with magical properties <"genes genes genes genes"

>>83737 Gotta have good jeans.

>>83648 Why not? It's a decent technology, and it's open-sourced and GPL-licensed, too.

>>83648 NTA but "because it's not Unreal" is a good enough reason at this point.

>>83944 And what is wrong with Unreal? UE 1 through 5 are decent pieces of technology, and in fact, I'm considering using it for one of my other works, the one I'm actually going to invest some time into.

>be Anon Incognitus >have a shit job nobody would like >you're getting back home when those strange lights appeared in the sky >next moment, you're being snatched to somewhere >shid, the guberment was right, aliens do exist and they kidnap people! ...oh wait, that's what they were actually hiding this whole time >you're being placed in a containment field of some sort and hauled away >you notice how aliens all look like gorgeous babes, except there's always a little bit of something that would give them away >a tail, a pair of horns, animal paws... >they place you in a capsule, push some buttons and send you away >you fall asleep before you realize what's happening >you wake up >bright light almost blinding you, you squint and wait for your eyes to adapt >somebody opens your capsule before you adapt to that brightness <"WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF PENIANTA, PARAGON!!!" >you open your eyes, one of those alien creatures is standing in front of you >she's got a squirrel tail and squirrel ears, but she seems to be speaking perfect English >you ask her what the hell's going on <"Oh, please follow me to the Adaptation Room. You'll learn everything about this new world~" >halfway hesitant, you do as she says >you arrive into a comfy-looking room, decorated in a mix of classical and futuristic styles >another girl, with weasel ears, greets you <"Welcome Mr. Incognitus, Paragon of the Fallen-World. I am Nana Skabrydize, your assignment officer for the day." >she explains to you that you, along with a select few humans, were chosen for what was called the Transmigration >you have taken away from your old world, as it started to decay irreversibly >the stupid masses of your world have nearly completely destroyed creativity, individuality, innovation and improvisation, and the world is on the fast-track of total erasure of human individuality and the conversion of the entire humanity into unfeeling worker robots programmed to value productivity above everything >few individuals, known as "paragons", were almost doomed to decay painfully in the society of morons, but their existence has piqued the interest of the people of Penianta, the world where you are now >the best solution to get you out of your shitty world was to simply infiltrate and steal you away >you didn't mean much back in your world, anyway, wasted talent struggling to survive in a failed environment >the world of Penianta, however, would be more than happy to let you develop yourselves fully and without restraint >and so, you were all taken away, and the rest of inhabitants were permanently isolated within their world >and now you get to choose the country and the region where you're gonna be living "But, uhm, I don't know nothing about your world..." <"Oh, that's no problem! Please, consult this guide.~" >she gives you a huge book, possibly with thousand-or-so-pages >man, this world has the better, more reasonable versions of every major polity in your world, and more than that >after an hour or so, you find the best place for you >a nice town next to the beach, with a subtropical climate >in the southern hemisphere >in this world, the country that's closest to America owns nearly 40% of the world's lands, and 98% of the offworld assets claimed by these people >well, guess that's the power of freedom and individual volition doing the miracle "Wonderful choice! Now, let me just advise you some of your potential jobs and occupations~ Would you stick out your hand for me, please?" >you do as requested, she starts reading your palm as if she's a fortune-teller or some shit >a range of recommendations appeared before you, you snag a few lines from it <"romantic counselor" <"marriage advisor" <"matchmaker" <"relationship assistant" <"spark-bachelor" >all those lines have something with romance, intimacy, marriage or sex >what the fuck's going on?.. <"And this would be your city's Studlir!" >you ask her to explain, what does it mean >the Studlir is part-learning center, part-facility for socialization and part-public library >there's all sorts of facilities for recreation, sports, studying, research and romantic activities >kinda wish your old world would have had something like that >but then again, it was a shithole with primitive culture, primitive people, and a miserable existence >one of your recommendations was a "freelance researcher-explorer", a guy that travels around the universe, finding new artifacts, phenomena, whatever >and, researches them in a cozy laboratory >that feels more like your calling, and it isn't directly linked to sex or romance >perhaps you should give it a try?.. >you enter what you identified as the personnel management room >a one-eyed lady greets you, she looks and feels pretty cold <"Name?" "Uh, Anon Incognitus..." <"Desired occupation?" "Well, I wanna be a researcher, or a traveler..." <"Hmm, let me check... oh yes, there's quite some demand for research, exploration, and development. Please, hold out your arm" >she pulls out some strange device "Errm, what is this thing?" <"It's a Mana Marker Implanter. It will implant a marker on you, signifying that you're under protection of the Research, Development & Innovation community." >under protection? what's that mean? <(Sigh) "You're a new arrival, right?" >she explains you how does the society work in this world >since it's widely acceptable, women of this world engage in some very proactive dating >sometimes it means, hopping on the guy they like and screwing him >on the other hand, girls are much less likely to hop on someone that is claimed by another girl >the mana markers are here to achieve precisely that: they mark you as the prized man of the RDI society >well, that sounds welcome, but... "Wait, doesn't that one practically make me your property? That sounds a lot like you gals are just trying to get the first claims on me..." <"Of course we do. There are slightly more than three hundred women per one man being born, so I'm sure you understand our desire to claim a boy for ourselves, don't you? Especially if that boy is such a little cutie~" >whoooooa >whoa, whoa, whoa >you're kind of glad that you've left your shit hole homeworld, and got a chance to start anew <"*Sigh* Look, I don't have all day, so let's finish it quick, alright? Stick out that hand for me..." >but what was really the deal with that little part, about girls shamelessly claiming men?.. >you reflectively jerk your hand away from the lady <"C'mon, just let's get that marker on you so we could go on with our business-- Hey!" >you dart out of the building in panic and flee without looking back

>>84052 >you run and run and run without stopping >the cyclopean lady is shouting something at you, you ignore her >you only stop when you realize you're lost out there >you're in a finely-built city, the architecture reminds you of nothing you have seen before >it's nothing like the concrete jungle you were used to >every building is fulfilled in its own unique design, and about half of the space is taken by laws, groves, parks... >and, more importantly, there's space >the city is not crowded like back in the homeworld, there's only a couple dozen people in your view >clearly this is a place to live in >compared to this, your old city looks like a bunch of hastily-built barracks with minimum amenities and space, as if planned for slaves or robots >well, your old-world elites did not see the absollute majority of population in any different light >you forget all about being lost in another world without a guide or anything and go around, exploring the space >well, so far, you aren't getting "claimed" by anybody >although, looking around, you realize how different are the people of this world >everybody's got horns, wings, scales, tentacles, paws, claws, horrendous barbed tails... >and their clothes, too >the sheer variation of adornments put any of the most progressive societies of the old world to shame >wait, is that lady dressed in basically lingerie?.. >and of course, you've barely seen a single guy out there >girls, girls, and more girls dominate the view as you explore more of the place >you're a bit nervous as you think who should you approach for directions >these ladies do feel like they're about to pounce on you the moment you approach them >you approach the one that looks the least inhuman, in fact, you don't see any of those "monster" parts on her >though she does have that weird get-up, as if she's a cow-girl or something >those short tight-pants barely cover her ass, and her jacket isn't much more concealing than a sports bra >she's carrying a huge gun that looks like something you would struggle even lifting once >she notices you before you managed to find the right words to approach her with <"Hey there, young boy, you seem to be lost~ Care if I help you out?" >phew, she sounds approachable enough, and she's the one who showed the initiative >still nervous, you explain her your situation, how you've got here from another world and all that >you see an unconcealed excitement lighting up her eyes <"Well, I would be more than just glad to help you out! Allow me to accompany you, Sir~" >she seems to be genuinely excited to know you, and she doesn't feel like the "savage rapist maiden" kind of a woman the cyclopean was talking about >well, except the maiden part, she does feel pure, in terms of sexual experience >you happily agree to accept her help <"Wonderful! Let us make a stop in Cyanide Brews. The best café in the whole town~" >she led you inside a small, neat restaurant >you ordered the same thing, the signature brew made in here - the Cyan Kick >from what you were told, it is made of some variant of a "Coupled Fruit", a plant that gives two varieties of fruit >the waitress brings you two different glasses >you get some dark-blue drink while Lyridia, the dhampir lady that brought you there, gets a bright green one >yours tastes like a very, very rich cream milkshake with a distinct aftertaste of peanuts >her green drink, on the other hand, tastes like mixed berry juice, except that you can't exactly say which berries are in it >she starts speaking once you both have had a taste of each other's drinks as well as your own <"You know why are they called Coupled Fruits? The two fruits, when put together, begin to fuse, resulting in a third, completely new kind of fruit. The drinks made of the coupled fruits are supposed to be mixed together, and then drank from one glass~" >hmm, that's an interesting idea >you pour the remainder of your drinks into one glass and each have a taste of it >hmm, now it tastes a lot like some kind of a fruity pineapple milkshake, only without the pineapple tartness >hey, you like it! <"Those cocktails are very popular among engaged and married couples, you know~ Usually, the juices are being poured into one glass, and then they're being drank through a special straw, tied up together in a way that intertwines the two straws into one~" >you continue enjoying each others' company, chatting and drinking and eating >next stop, she offers you to spend the night in her house <"As a new arrival, I believe you were not yet properly accomodated, right? Let me provide you with a nice and warm place to stay in while you haven't found one for yourself yet~" >you happily take her on the offer, even if it is an attempt to woo you into something >five minutes after you've left the café, you hear the sounds of motorcycle engines approaching >a large group of hover-choppers slows down next to you, Lyra starts feeling a bit uncomfortable as they approach you <"Wooooo, Big Sis! Looks like you've found yourself someone~?" <"And he's such a cutie, too~ Mind sharing him with us~?" >it appears that you have caught the attention of a local biker gang >and, they're curiously friendly towards Lyra, calling her "Big Sis" >Lyra blushes and tries to reason with the bikers, who, as you noice, all turned out to be dhampirs as well >not even thirty seconds into their conversation, it turns out she's the leader of their gang >she keeps blushing and downplaying that, trying to not spoil your impressions on her >luckily, you're not a typical insensitive retard MC, so you realize what's going on "Hey, Lyra. I've seen enough, no need to pretend anymore. Besides, biker girls are hot." >she turns towards you, her expression full of renewed hope <"You... mean it?" >you nod, without any hesitation >Lyra looks like this is the happiest moment in her life, as she simply picks you off the ground and carries you away <"Well then, I say, we start preparing for a massive party right fucking now! We've got ourselves a very cute guy, and if this is not a massive reason to celebrate, then what the fuck is?!" >you're chilling in Lyra's backyard with the rest of the biker dhampirs >she's a third-generation dhampir, and she's got a really big manor slightly outside the town, partially surrounded by the trees >she's got this property as a gift for her coming-of-age, and she's been living there ever since >some first and second-gens are living with her, as they don't have their own dwellings yet >in total, there are eight dhampir girls inhabiting this mansion >some might think that a mansion inhabited by eight bikers, without any servants, would be a noxious trash heap far from being in a presentable state >the truth is, her place is really classy and neat >it's actually a good thing that you're in the forest away from town, since that means you can blast heavy metal and scream as loud as you can without any neighbors complaining >as you tanked more and more booze, the party got increasingly rowdy >it wasn't long before everybody was strolling around in nothing but lingerie, and everybody's got something or another to show you or rub on you >massive orgy starting in 3, 2, 1-- >aaand then, your fun times are being interruped by a massive crowd banging on your gates >carefully looking out, you see at least two hundred gremlins, automatons, diviner cows and undines, all armed and intimidating, demanding you let them in <"Dammit, what's up with those nerds? What do they want from us right now?" >you don't quite understand what does she mean, until you see a very familiar face leading the group >it's nobody else than the cyclops girl from before

>>84052 So I'm guessing he's not getting that job, then.

It's dangerous to go alone. Take this.

>>84780 SHAW!