>>72892 What's the difference between the progress party and the lma? Both are libertarian, and very compatible with one another. Or is it some "you think you have a choice" joke?

>>72892 I'm writing in for Cynthia Revelov/Labor Alliance Party "Hunger only exists in service of the elite" Labor Alliance Party is fringe party due to constant meddling from the TCP and PPP. It and its previous iterations have been subject to being excluded from debates and getting airtime on major media aside when the LAP is getting played for a laugh. Cynthia Revelov worked numerous service industry jobs over the last 15 years, fitting stereotypes of kikimoras to a T. Tired of being treated as a living commodity, she has led successful unionization efforts for numerous industries, and now sets her sights on something more universal. What does it mean for us? -100% Taxes (Over 1 Billion) Every Billionaire got there through exploitation, Tax them out of existance. You will never be a billionaire. -Parental leave mandatory: You must take 3 months off work after your child is born. Strong, equitable families for a strong future. -Gurella Radio(active): Big public investment in Nuclear energy. Keep the lights on and the state TV glowing. -Mandatory conscription: The revolutoion was not televised, but the valliant defense of it will be.

>>73779 >commie bullshit >ridiculous policies that help nobody and solve nothing >has virtually nothing to do with monster girls getting themselves husbands I call VETO on this commie party.

>>73916 Please report to your government assigned apartment that totally wasn't decided by a bribe from your new lamia neighbor

>>73779 I'll vote for you if you grant me the position of the Grand Commissar so I could use government troops to oppress the population however I please. Otherwise, fuck off, I'm voting Dalseg. I'm not living in a communist state unless I have enough power to oppress instead of being oppressed. Also grant me a statewide exception from the billionaire tax, I want to keep my luxury mansions and piles of gold I'll get from corrupt backdoor deals.

Actually I've got a better idea for a left-wing party. Social Justice Initiative (SJI) led by Mary Chinook/Danuki "This is your place to vote if you're jealous of others' success." Social Justice Initiative is a left-leaning, progressive party that was created n-ty years ago to address the issues of inequality, lack of social programs, poverty, hunger, and misery. The last three aren't a problem in our country since our advanced economy is already able to ensure a decent standard of living for pretty much anybody, but the party line is here to convince you that these problems still do exist, by exaggerating exceptional cases of suffering, so you would vote in support of greater taxes and regulations. Chinook gently implores you to ignore the fact that her regulations and taxation would only empower the Big Biz and the establishment, since they're very capable of paying some more $$$ while the small and medium enterprises will choke and die from the overregulation and business policies which require to pay employees more money than a startup can afford. (Not to worry! When your business is broke, you can all register as employees for Chinook's friends and eventually get married to one of those demons or danuki.) What she wants for you: - Universal Basic Income. Another reason to impose more taxes and regulations on the populace. - Socialized healthcare, education, and housing. Monster girls don't want anons to die of tuberculosis on the cold streets just because they couldn't afford a proper care plan, and when translated from propaganda speak to English, that means monopolization of those industries by the government, which is firmly in hands of the biggest corporations providing those services. - A complete gun ban. The official line is that we want to keep the guns away from criminals and terrorists, but the real reason for that is that the government wants to screw the population however they want and they want the population to be helpless while they rape them. - Eat the rich! Whatever the implementation, the result is that all rich ladies will have their pussies eaten by their husbands at least once a day. - Various equality programs (read: affirmative action) to ensure that every mamono would have an equal chance in marriage. Alps, dark elves, hellhounds, vampires (because dykes) and other representatives of oppressed/marginalized minorities get preferential treatment in choosing their government-assigned husband. - Combatting racial inequality. Not all hellhounds are rapists and not all dark elves are slaving dominatrices! Only about 99.978% of them are. Also, the phrase "Despite making up 6% of the population, they're responsible for 50% rape and slavery in the country" will be outlawed as racially offensive. - Mandatory vaccination (and other medical procedures we decide to be "necessary"). Pandemic outbreaks are a danger, and to combat them, everybody must follow the State Guidelines. Failure todo so is a heinous crime, since by not taking the state-mandated magical concoction or this weird microchip into your body, you're threatening to infect everyone, especially the fully vaccinated and chipped people! Exactly what's inside our "remedies" is a closely guarded secret and any attempt to crack the code is a crime punishable by 1000 years of rape by mindflayers as well as complete personality erasure. Remember, self-ownership was invented by the rich elites to keep you enslaved. Only by surrendering it to us you can help the Justice happen.

>>73962 >Also, the phrase "Despite making up 6% of the population, they're responsible for 50% rape and slavery in the country" will be outlawed as racially offensive. That's it, I'm voting for the orange woman.

>be anon >walking down the sax avenue of the monstergirl city >run into a gang of girls >from their appearance, you'd say they're goblins >about 5.5-6ft tall, slender, lightweight yet sporty, carrying big clubs >ehhh… <"Hi hi hi~" >they start grinning and licking their lips >that means one thing, commencing rape assault in 3, 2, 1... *BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM* >you pull out your automatic rifle you're carrying just for such cases and blast them all down >you give them a finger as they're moaning and twitching, pleasure damage is not really damage but they won't be walking, mugging or raping anybody for the next couple days <"Well well, looksie whom I've found.~" >a lower voice from behind you alerts you >this time it's a really big, mean lady, with a spiked mace twice the size of your head >unlike the gobs, she's muscular, there's more meat on her than on the world's powerlifting champion >and, she's almost two heads taller than you >you almost feel like Fry from Futurama, when he found out he was hiding under a huge woman's skirt >and damn, she looks like she sees you as a target for snu snu >*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM click* >you've spent the remainder of your clip on her, and she didn't even flinch >your bullets just bounced off her, doing nothing to her <"'Kay, we'll do it the hard way if you insist~" >the ogre lashed at you, you barely managed to dodge her >you bolt like mad in the first random direction, not looking back >by some unexplainable miracle, you've managed to escape her >and now you're in a dark, gloomy region of the city >it's said to be haunted, ghosts and undead roaming the place regularly >one of the related legend speaks about Baroness Anastasia, the owner of this patch of land that lived there some 300 and so years ago >they say she's a ghost, or wight, or something like that >basically she's a powerful undead, and she has an army of her own >neither of these news sound good to you >normally, a bunch of undead would be no threat to you, but, you're out of ammo >that means, you've got to be on alert and watch for any sudden sounds or movement >suddenly, a multitude of arms breaks through the ground and carries you away somewhere >you try to break out, but those zombies are strong as ultra-fuck >they carry you through underground tunnels and catacombs, into a big mansion on the edge of the town >oh, shit, you know this place >Anastasia the XVIIth lives there, she owned this place ever since she migrated from Buttfuck, Egypt >literally, she's a pharaoh >let's hope she's not gonna be very pissed at you... >two anubi armed with automatic rifles guard the entrance to the bedroom, they open the door as the zombies carrying you approach >oh, and there's her >sitting on her bed in a regal pose as if she was a queen or something >well, she was a queen 'n' shit, her ancestors from each iniquity and well, you know the rest >the zombies moan something as they bring you to her >one of the anubi takes it to translate their moans as the pharaoh stares at them, confused <"Your Majesty, we have brought you the intruder! He was found crawling in your Sacred Grounds!" >she looks at you authoritatively <"Well well well, now would you like to explain me, Anastasia, the undisputed ruler of this house, what business do you have screwing around on MY LAWN?!?!!?!" "What?.. Lady, that was, like, five miles away from your home!" <"So what, can't I have a nice lawn in the middle of an abandoned district in your city?.. Anyways, you're my husband now. Lay down on the bed and expose yourself for me" >she points her finger at you, activating her Pharaoh Kangz Power >for some reason, it seems to have no effect on you, as you stand confused, waiting for something to happen <"...What..." >she seems to be confused >and while she is confused, so are her zombies >now's your chance! >you break through the window and run away while you can >you hear a pitched "AFTER HIM!" when you leave the limits of her mansion >soon after, you hear the rumble of a car engine >wuh oh... >quickly, you hide in the woods, where they won't be able to drive >the car passed you by and headed along the road into the city >you hope the zombies at least don't know where do you live and won't appear in your house at some point in the near future >but for now, this seems to be a phew?.. >wait a minute, what's with that rustle >oh, it's a cute rabbit girl! "Oh hi there, cute rabbit girl--" >she hops across the entire distance between you and her and mounts you! >just before you're raped, a hellhound comes out of nowhere and chomps on her ass real hard >then she caringly lifts you up and swats the dirt off your back <"Dammit man, what are you doing out there in the forest? There's a whole assload of single monster-girls out there!" >she looks trustworthy enough, so you tell her your story in short >she looks at the automatic rifle dangling behind your back, now not very useful thanks to exhausted ammo supply for it <"Well, seems like the lesson you need to learn is, Always pack spare mags of monster-silver rounds when you're out there in the streets. Okay, now we need to get you safely back home. Would you mind if I walk you back to the city?" >again, she sounds nice, so you nod >this hellhound turns to be a really nice girl, she chats you up as you walk back to your place >her name's Mayla and she's still single, something you don't mind fixing >by the time you came home, you both are determined to stick together as it's cheaper to pay rent when there's two of you living under one roof >well, that concludes your trip to the grocery store for a carton of milk >which you have successfully lost somewhere in the middle of running from that ogre

>be idiot anon >know that monster-girls are out there, looking for a mate >sit on your ass watching BoobTube (owned by PeekGirl Inc.), sending tons of usage data to them so they could track your habits >somebody knocks on your door >you open it, there's a girl you don't know >she's got one of the rarest appearances, golden hair, perfectly-crafted symmetric face, long fangs, and glowing red eyes <"Excuse me, Anon Y. Mous? Can I come in?" >you think about it for a second "An unnaturally beautiful woman radiating a sinister aura wants to come into my house for no adequate reason? Hey, what could go wrong? Of course, come in!" >she thanks you, before slamming the door behind her "O HO HO HO! Now I'm going to suck your blood!" >this is where you realize you've screwed up >be Anon Incognitus >freelancer writer, it's been an intense week for you >with the monster-girls taking over the world, you've suddenly found yourself flooded with requests >some of them want a scenario for inspiration of their projects, others want a ghostwritten article, a love letter. or maybe something more complicated >others, they just want a love story, or even help them write a love letter or some shit >well, you're not out of money, anyway >and that's when you hear about the strange disappearances in your town >three girls, as well as Anon Y. Mous, have disappeared under mysterious circumstances >also, rumors speak of undead girls prowling the town streets at night >wights, ghouls, vampires and all that, are said to be seen in the town >given that monster-girls do exist, and a lot of them come in undead variety, it doesn't sound that surreal anymore >still, what would they want in your buttfuck town of nowhere, with a population of 657 people? >well, now it's 653, at least until you find the disappeared people >not to mention that many of them are said to be noble kinds of undead, the ones that prefer to live in big palaces, castes, mansions, and temples >if you were to believe the rumors, you understand there's simply not enough mansions within a thirty mile radius to host at least half of the nobility that's said to plague the town >which means that, likely, those rumors are all overblown >still, people say they've seen some of those undead with their own eyes >the world you're in lacks cheap cameras available for everybody, so all you've got is those rumors >and you are a bit too skeptical to believe them >still, there might be a wight or two wandering around, maybe with a couple more undead escorting them >well, not like you're threatened by them, after all, you rarely leave your house after sundown >still, you make a mental note, and check your rifle and ammo for it just to be sure you're safe >the next morning, you find a bunch of people gathered around your neighbor's house <"Oh, Anon! Have you seen anything happening at Laurie's house yesterday at night?" >you shake your head, you've been sitting behind the computer in your room, listening to thrash metal as you wrote another scenario for an indie monster-girl game >as it seems, though, she got kidnapped last night >somebody broke into her house and snatched her away, and nobody seems to have seen anything >not surprising, people usually either sleep in their homes at night, or are busy with something, like you are >wait a minute, a break-in? >now this is unsettling >you thought you were relatively safe in your house, well, not anymore >gotta double-check that rifle, and maybe buy some more ammo for it >one night, you're finishing another story for yet another monster-girl >suddenly, power goes out right as you were in the middle of writing >you curse the faulty power-lines and save your work before your PSU battery dies down >looks like you've got to turn on that backup generator >you're about to head outside, when it strikes you >your neighbor got kidnapped recently, snatched right from her house >it might be that your power outage isn't tied to faulty power-lines, but rather is a result of intentional sabotage >you grab your rifle and some spare mags, you don't know who might you be against >listening to any unusual sounds, you quietly leave the room >there's no one inside so far, and no doors or windows are broken >carefully, you peek outside your house >it's dark outside, so you don't see if anybody's out there >you decide it would be better to sit through the night with no power, rather than risk it and get out >after a while, you hear somebody knock on your door >you aim your rifle at the door and wait for any further actions from the other side <"Please, open the door! Help me! I'm being pursued by a dangerous monster!" >whoa, really, now >somebody on the other side is being pursued, huh >and there was a considerable pause between the knock and the pleas for help, very suspicious >the knocking intensifies, and the pleas become more desperate, now more in line with someone in distress >well, guess what, you aren't fooled that easily >the pleas go on and on, as you calmly stand where you are, aimed at the entrance >about a minute later, whoever's outside seemingly realizes it's pointless and shuts up >you think you've heard a frustrated groan, followed by some curses you didn't hear, and receding footsteps >the rest of the night, you stay awake, wary of any sudden movements, sounds or shadows

>>74716 >be Anon Incognitus >the last night left you tired as you were on a vigil through the entire night >you decided to take a short nap and then go to the police station >come to think of it, you should've probably called the cops right when that monster visited you >although, there wasn't much to report, so what if somebody knocked at your door for a solid minutes begging for help before leaving? >still, someone must've screwed with your power supply >and that's serious >you wake up at about 3 P.M. >damn, slept through it, you were going to get up earlier >anyway, check out the power at your house >haha, somebody simply flipped off the switch on the panel and didn't turn it back on >well, but that proves you have been a victim of a kidnapping attempt >somebody did that, expecting you to come out and check what's going on, so they could capture you >well, there's not much you can go to the cops with, but there's a chance that whoever did it the last night, will try it again >and that means, you might try to set a trap near the power breaker >once somebody tries to flip the switch, they go BAMM and strangled in your custom snare >you finished setting up the trap a couple hours before the dark, and decided to go visit the grocery store, to grab a couple beers and maybe something you could quickly heat up and eat >you see not many people being there, that's good, shorter lines >while you browse the shelves, you feel as if you're being watched >you can't say it for sure, but it looks like there's a figure dressed in all black, standing on the other side of the hall, watching you >that, or it might be unnecessary paranoia >after all, you can't see their face, you can't confirm if they're actually eyeing you, and they might be just browsing something like you are >you turn back to your beers, grab a couple Skyward Darks and head towards the fridge to buy yourself some turkey nuggets >these will go with noodles just alright, so you think as you move to the checkout >as you are being checked out, you think you saw that figure again >they're once again on the opposite end from you, dressed in all black, and you can't see their face >now that's worrying <"Um, Mr. Incognitus? Something wrong?" >the cashier is concerned as she sees your disturbed expression "Ergh, don't mind me. Just had a rough day yesterday. Think I'm seeing things" >she finishes checking you out <"Ah, yes, your neighbor got kidnapped. I sympathize with you. Well, that'd be 0.73 silver" >you pass her the coins and get out of the store >every now and then, as you get back home, you turn around >think you saw a familiar figure in all black once, but it was too hard to say >regardless, you better get back home quick and bunker up, with your trusty rifle by your side >as you enter your front yard, something nags you to check the mail box >you haven't been getting any mail recently, and you didn't order anything >still, your curiosity is unusually powerful, and it's directed towards the mailbox >you have to use some serious willpower to convince yourself to check it out after you put the beers and the nuggets in the fridge >once you're past your doorstep, the weird and sinister urge to go look inside the mailbox is over >okay, note to self, magical chucklefuckery in your mailbox, stay away from it at all costs >you lock up your house, check every entrance, every door and window, to be sure you haven't left anything open >well, now you just have to sit and wait >this night, the power doesn't go down >maybe whoever that was after you the other day decided to give up and get themselves an easier target? >you sit down behind your computer, ready to finish some of your side-stories >you think you've heard a knock on your front door >well, this time, whoever's out there, at least didn't switch your lights off >you grab your rifle and slowly, carefully, get down >when you're in the hall, somebody knocks again, three times and a bit louder >you carefully look out the windows, half-expecting to see the mysterious stranger from before suddenly pop up with a CREEPY face and scare the guts out of you >thirty or so seconds later, you see something being pushed under your door >you jerk up and aim your rifle at the door as the yellow envelope gets past the slit beneath your door >you hear receding footsteps again, this time without any mumbled curses >well, at least you don't have the overwhelming urge to open that envelope now >might mean it's gonna be alright if you open it, what do you think? >ergh, guess what, this whole experience has made you a bit hungrier, maybe you should eat something >you boiled some noodles, fried the nuggets you bought today, and open a beer bottle >it takes you about fifteen more minutes to finish your meal >you go back upstairs, cast a glance at the floor where you saw the yellow envelope >it did not mysteriously disappear, it's still there, where it was left >well, maybe it's a normal envelope, after all >although it's still just as normal as any other envelope being pushed under your door in the middle of your night by a mysterious stranger, possibly the one that got your power out the other day >you decide to leave it be for a while, and open it the next day, provided it wouldn't disappear or something >after all, you're in no rush to open it right now >you go back upstairs and finish a couple pages of your stories, before going to bed >whether to go to sleep while it's still night was a tough decision, but, judging from the behavior of your stalker(s), they can't just break in and get you out of your house for some reason >the next day, you have invited Tonnus Numeran, your friend and one of the five men in town (four thanks to Y. Mous' disappearance) >you told him about your recent experiences, he listens to you with an understanding look <"Yeah, yeah, I feel like I'm being watched, too. Though nobody seemingly tried to kidnap me, yet..." >you tell him you've received an envelope the other night, but you hesitate before opening it <"Ah, afraid it might be cursed or something? Hold on, let me check it out" >Tonnus pulls out a magical monocle and inspects the envelope <"Nah, there's no magic on it. You can open it safely" >you thank him and open the envelope >inside, there's just one thick paper card >when you look at it, suddenly you feel very, very disturbed <"Anon, man? What's wrong? Lemme see that..." >Tonnus approaches you and takes the paper card from your hands >the paper card is a photo >there are two people standing in the middle of a luxurious, rich-looking room >the one on the left looks a lot like the figure in black you saw yesterday, except that now you can see her face >she's stunningly beautiful, but her stern look and that sinister red glow in her eyes put her somewhere in the Uncanny Valley >the one on the right, well, it's unmistakably you >you, standing in one of your best suits >you know, the one you've been keeping for special occasions, the one nobody saw you wear for years

>>74527 MAGS NOT CLIPS

>>73962 i dunno about you but having a high society wightwife who can buy out elon musk ten times over sounds pretty sweet i like forgetting where i came from and ignoring social injustice the minute i have money

fuck demons

Wow, this thread is back to life! And there's some creepy stories, too. Me like it!

>>75000 I don’t care who Sargeras sends I’m not fucking a Succubus from WoW.

>>74947 <"Uhm... so.., uh... uhm..." >Tonnus is as confused as you are >you certainly do not remember being in a luxurious house like that, nor having to do anything with a stunning, yet sinister girl like her >she's a literally-who, and yet, there's a photo of you standing right next to her >and it doesn't look 'shopped, either >you brainstorm your potential options, what could it all mean? <"Maybe it's an artifact from the future? You know, something that didn't happen yet, but certainly will at some point later?" "Or maybe it's a magical photo, that intends to brainwash me into believing I belong to that literally-who lady? I mean, those creepy red eyes, I can almost feel them glaring into my soul..." <"Nah, there's no magic on this photo. Though I do not deny that there might be some sort of hypnotic or psychological effect, the one that either didn't work on you or has already left an imprint on you..." >you're going back and forth like that, with no visible progress <"That reminds me, what about Anon Y. Mous? Wasn't he kidnapped first?" >Tonnus brings it up "umm... yes, but why'd you bring it up now?" <"Well, you see, in all those zombie infestation movies, you usually need to deal with the source of that infestation. Then, all those zombies are gonna stop invading!" >wait, that's an idea >only that there's a little problem with it "Well, that sounds good, but where are we gonna find Anon Y. Mous? The kidnapper didn't exactly leave a note with the coordinates of his containment place, so we could waltz in and rescue him like in some sort of an adventure-action videogame..." <"Hey, I've got an idea! There's an abandoned mansion twenty-three miles away. It was supposedly owned by a rich woman that was known to be very lustful, but ultimately she never found herself a guy and died a virgin..." >well, that sounds... a lot like what those monster-girls are >a gal that died a virgin, and is extremely lusty, perfect candidate for an undead monster-girl starting all this infestation "Uhm... so... we going?" >you set off to that mansion >by the time you have arrived, it was evening "Look, Tonnus. Let's hurry up, 'lright?" <"You don't have to tell me, man. Let's go" >you thought you'd find the fucking mansion easily, and you were wrong >you've spent another two hours to find that fucking place, damn it, it was really deep in that fucking forest <"Shit, man, I don't like it. Let's wrap it up quickly and get outta here." >Tonnus checked his flamethrower, you unholstered your rifle >the mansion seemed to be unguarded >well, guess the undead are all sleeping or something >guess it's not for long, so you'll have to make it really fast <"This place actually looks abandoned, maybe Mous isn't there?" "Well, one way to find out." >you carefully check every room and every corner of this building >every room seems neat, clean, as if it was recently visited >however, there isn't anybody but you two inside >when you were about to leave, you heard faint moans from somewhere below the ground >navigating by the sound, you arrive into the basement >it was converted into a complete bedroom, with bed, furniture and all that >and, above all, there was Anon Y. Mous, lying on the bed, moaning in delirium <"Mistress Nandra... I need you... where are you, Mistress Nandra..." >oh dammit, Mous got himself a domineering one >well, whatever, just gotta get his wifey and deal with her "Hey, Mous, it's me, Incognitus. Where's your, errm, wife?" >Mous weakly lifts his head up, and looks at you two <"wife... we aren't married, yet... Mistress Nandra keeps me here, until I become a man worth being her mate..." >oh shit, looks like Mous got snatched by a vampire <[Tonnus] "Not married? Wait, that means we can still save you! Hold on, Mous, let me--" >Mous knocks out Tonnus in one punch as he tries to retrieve him from the basement <[Mous] "DO NOT TOUCH ME!! NOBODY gets me away from my Mistress!!!" >unexpectedly, the weak-looking Mous immediately transforms into a raging savage, ready to destroy everyone that tries to get in his way >Tonnus retreats, not wanting to get another punch <"The hell's wrong with you, Mous?! What did she do to you?" <[Mous] "GET AWAY FROM ME!!! You want to take me away from my Mistress! I won't let you!" <[Tonnus] "Mous, you've been brainwashed! She is not your mistress, she's just a vampire bitch that claimed you for her enjoyment--" <[Mous] "RAAAAAAAAAH--" <[???] "What's going on? Who are you people, and what are you doing in my mansion?" >that new voice is much more chilling and authoritative, and it belongs to a woman, too >you turn around and see a very sinister lady dressed in all black, and she looks very unhappy "Umm, excuse me, lady. Are you the original invader?" <[???] "Invader? What are you talking about?" "Well, you see, our town is being swarmed by the high undead, and Mous here was the first one to go missing. Are you the one that started the invasion of our town?" >the vampire goes full "Oh-ho-ho-ho" for about forty seconds <"Boy, your town is not being 'invaded', as you say. We're people of this country, just like you. It's just that we like this place, and there are a lot of promising people in your town~" >you tell her that those "people" are creating quite some trouble for you, and you'd like them to please stop, pretty please >she goes oh-ho-ho for another forty-five seconds <"You cannot escape your destiny, boy. Think about it, what's so bad about this? Look at your friend Anon Y. Mous. Does it look like he's in pain, or suffering? Does it look like he's been treated badly?" >well... "uhm, yes?" <"*sigh.* Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, there is no escape for you, boys. Soon, our kind will dominate this land, and everyone who lives here! Muhahahahahahaha!!!" <[Tonnus] "Yeah, or we can torch you. This way, we will end the invasion of the undead!" <[Vampire] "What? --oh, ohohohohoho!!! This stereotype, seriously? What are we, some kind of zombie movie characters?" "What, you gonna tell me it won't work?" <[Vampire] "Of course not, you idiot. It's not like you have some kind of an epidemic and killing the patient zero brings everything to normal. Actually, epidemics don't even work this way. Neither I am the Queen Mastermind-whatever behind all this." >doggamnit, it was a nice try... <[Vampire] "Anyway, it's feeding time for me. You have one minute to get out of my mansion." >you didn't have to be told twice <[Tonnus] "Man, I can't believe we just left him behind..." "Ha! I think he actually enjoys that. At the very least, he's willing to whoop your butt if you try to get him away from her." <[Tonnus] "Still, she's definitely done something real bad to him! This is not the Anon Y. Mous we know!" "Well, he was a right-wing nut, always nagging about lack of authority and discipline, so he sort of got his personal utopia. You can be pretty sure he's gonna get a lot of it..." <[Tonnus] "Damn, man, I don't wanna be married to a vampire..." "Yeah, I hear you. And I don't know about you, but I've got some shady one gunning after me. While Mous is practically beyond saving, I am not." <[Tonnus] "Speaking of which, that lady that's after you... have you seen her up close?" "Nope, but if I'm gonna assume that she's the one on that photo, then it's bad business. She looked really creepy..." >as you talked, the sun began to set <[Tonnus] "Shit! It's getting dark out there! We gotta get outta there, and fast!" >you didn't need to be told twice >both of you bolted out of that forest as fast as you could, running towards your car >when you finally got to it, the sun was halfway set >meanwhile, there was one little detail both you and Tonnus failed to notice >the clock, visible on that photo in the background, displayed a date >09/26 >and today was September, 24

>>75109 this is how tonnus and incognitus have to be moving in 2 days

>>75109 I actually wonder what kind of a woman will capture Tonnus.

>>75023 Their lore is actually pretty sweet. It's a wonder every one in the setting isn't a warlock, Sargeras could take over the world with just an army of hot succubi waifus.

>>75219 >Their lore is actually pretty sweet. Elaborate.

>be anon >a space pirate, living in the age of blast-expansion >the space some twenty-and-so light-years around your homeworld is more or less developed, with the most populous non-homeworld having a population of 1.3B >you and your fellow free spacers mostly steer clear of that space unless really necessary, as it is heavily patroled by the confederate military >now, when people hear "pirate", they might be imagining some space brigands that raid ships and colonies >that's an obvious lie, although some pirates do attack ships and settlements >and then, they do it to obtain a husband, rather than steal resources or destroy civilization >after all, there's about 2000 women per one man, sometimes girls go desperate >most of you are simply renegades, that decided to live away from the core society >in fact, there isn't that much difference between you and the colonists living on the outskirts of civilization >the primary one being that you make your homes in space while the colonists choose to ground themselves to planetbound life >while every single pirate ship is sufficently armed, you usually do not raid others, instead making your living by illegal mining, scavenging, salvaging, and artifact hunting >obviously, the confederate government doesn't like you, since you don't answer to them >not like they can do anything about it, the outskirts are simply too large and vast for them to efficiently enforce their rule >not to mention that the total pirate military might rivals theirs >you enjoy the company of thirty-five girls, divided across six ships in your fleet >oh, and that's another part of being the only guy in your almost-entirely-female pirate band >in fact, men are almost never pirates or colonists >why bust your ass on some underdeveloped outworld, when you can find at least one woman that would take care of your needs? >well, suffice to say that you're on the run >not like you're a criminal or an outlaw or anything, but you do have your reasons >for now let's leave it at that >you travel through the Golden Band sector, to mine proglythian crystal from the asteroid bands circling around the otherwise-unpopulated silvery star >the stuff's rare, and only ever forms around the BX*-kind of stars, in close proximity and under special circumstances >whenever the government spots one such resource, bastards claim it immediately, so they could regulate and control access to it >you're lucky to find a yet-unexploited resource >even mining an unclaimed one is illegal, as the power-greedy government cunts want to regulate everything they could reach >well, it's only illegal if they catch you doing it >you land on a particularly big asteroid, and align your position with its surface >that thing barely has any gravity, without artifical alignment you wouldn't even be able to walk on it, let alone work >you're the one skilled in techs, so you're working with the scanner array >you're not gonna be mining the rocks yourselves, the auto-drones will do the job better than any of you, but you've got to map the rocks for the drones beforehand >it's a little more refined task than you'd expect >the surface temperature of the sunward side is a little below 1300 K, and that fucking rock is rotating, too >you've got to move along fast enough to keep up with its rotation rate, which is about once per 3 hours >with a twenty-five mile radius, that means you've got to move along at the speed of at least 52 mph >and the rock doesn't really cool much while facing away from the sun >your feet start getting hotter, even the protective multi-layer soles don't help much >and you haven't even marked a quarter of this fucking rock >fucking piece-of-shit heat... >your cribble thrusters are getting hot, too >probably means you've got to replace the drivers, those fuckers were supposed to operate with zero excess heat >well, not until you finish your fucking job, anyway >those crystals are worth a lot more struggles than a bunch of heat-leaking thrusters and hot feet <"Pheeeeeew..." >aaaaand that was the sound of the very last marker set up >time to get back to ship and release the drones while staying in the shadow of that asteroid <"Aaaaand... that's it. 6 metric tonnes of pure proglythide!" >the ship captain declares with excitement >you've got slightly more than six tons of the stuff, which converts into a generous amount of purematter credits when you sell this to the right people >time to head back to the Hub, where you can make the deal >The Hub is an informal name for the 3-ATP207 star system, a bright, searing orange-red giant with no tactical or economic wealth, and it is a perfect site for one of the Hubs >officially private habitat stations, those are populated mostly by pirates, outlaws, renegades... >people who have not found themselves a place within the core sector, in other words >you are a little bit nervous as you dock at the station >almost no male pirates also means, almost no males on this station >practically, it's no men at all, except you >you tried to stay at the ship many times, but when the owner of the station, Sara Minnug Ratskiller, politely but sternly told your captain to stop holding you back, you had to endure the trips here <"What's ya boy afraid of round here? Sure, we're all women and we're all hungry for a cutie boy~, but it isn't like he's been molested here, right? If ya goin' to keep him in, means we're a buncha savages and we can't be trusted to be civil, huh? That's a big insult ya making, ya know?" >Sara's a big girl, more than eight feet tall and with more muscle than you even thought could possibly fit on a demonoid, and she's a manticore >even your nai-ogre captain was intimidated enough >so with Sara's assurance that you shall not be molested during your stay, unless you consent, you got out of the ship with the rest of your crew >still, every time you get there, everyone's eyeing you >humans are one thing, but those monster-girls... >whatever they are, their primal desires are often way more expressed than in humans >in other words, they're lusty as hell, even by human standards >and you're a half-daemon, cold and intellectual compared to most humans >when they see someone like that, they have an instinctive urge to warm you up, in a sense >brrrr... <"Oh, that's some good stuff. Al'ight, lemme get ya in touch with ya client. She's gonna be there in 'bout three days, so feel free to stay in the hub if ya feel like it..." >Sara is a big, intimidating manticore, but she's a reliable partner, too >if you want to find a good buyer for whatever you're carrying, she always has connections with somebody interested >looks like you're going to stay here for a while >while it feels a little bit icky every time you stay in their spotel, there isn't any real threat in it so far >Sara promised you security through you stay, and she keeps to her word <"If only I could have a word with ya, Mr. Incognitus?.. In private, if ya won't mind" >ergh, what's that mean >did you just fuck up somehow?.. >nay, if that'd be the case, you'd be tumbling across space at this point >or, more likely, savaged by whatever monster-girls she'd throw you at <"Hey, relax, boy. I don't mean nothin' bad for ya. C'mon, let's have a talk now" >she leads you to her private residence, on topmost level of her habitat >well, in space, the concept of "top" is arbitrary >guess the bottom is where the arcano-gravity is pulling you towards <"Heh, come on in. Don't be shy. I'm not gonna eatcha" >well, that's true, after all, she's married >you relax a bit, and get inside >wow, her space-quarters are really gaudy >this could easily rival some of those richer gals' residences back in the confederate core space <"Hehe, like what you see? Come on in, I have somethin' to tell ya." >she leads you into what you think to be the guest hall, or what is it >that room is easily about as big as the first floor of the town hall in the capital city of Sceptrykal, the first and by now second-most populous off-homeworld settlement >and that's a real big one, you know <"Hey, don't feel too constrained. Take a seat, she'll arrive soon." >what was that last part... >just who is going to arrive? >wait, are you about to be sold as a slave?! >you're a little bit too scared to rebel here, though >maybe it's all a misunderstanding... <"Oh, here she comes. Linda, com'ere!" >you look up and see another manticore, younger and not quite as ripped, enter the room >she spots you almost immediately and eyes you, you can sense her desire building up from across the room <[Sara] "Well, Anon. What'd ya say 'bout my daughter~?" >wait... her daughter? >sure, you know Sara was married, that's half why you agreed to follow her there >but, a daughter that seems to be somewhere in her twenties?.. >and you already have a guess at why is she here <[Sara] "He-he. Ye caught Linda's eye when ye were last visiting us, sellin' dark silver. Remember that time?" >oh, yeah, about a month ago by your homeworld standards >you were mining "dark silver", a material with properties not unlike the monster silver, except it's found in space and is lighter than its monster equivalent <[Sara] "She's been lookin' for anythin' about ya ever since. And, ya know, every time she learnt somethin' about ya, she's been getting more bothered, if ya know what I mean~ So, if ya don't mind, how'bout ya spend yer time gettin' to know one another~?" <[Linda] "Mom, damnit all. I can speak for myself!" <[Sara] "Sure ya can, but I wanna make sure that everything's gonna get smooth, ya know? Once the young gentleman over here says yes, I'm gonna leave ya two to one another~" >uhm... >so that's what it was all about >she's trying to wed you to her daughter, it seems <[Sara] "Hear what, Anon. Linda's been' goin' after ya ever since she saw ya. Say, yer dealer's gonna be there in four days, a littl' longer than usual. Say, how'bout ya spend yer time with Linda, get to know one another? Eh, I don't mean nothin' serious by that, she's not gonna touch ya or anythin' if ya don't want that." >so, in other words, she's arranged this so you would get closer to her daughter <[Linda] "Don't worry, it's just like Ma says. Well, it's another thing if you would want me to touch you somewhere~" <[Sara] "So, what ya say, Anon?" >well... >honestly, you don't know >just like her mom, Linda has the typical manticore aura, a little tension mixed with pure, feminine aggression >on the other hand, she promises that it would be just like a date >and Sara says she's fallen for you ever since that time, and instead of jumping you outright, she decided to look things up about you, learn about you >so, what would it be?..

>>75109 >you have arrived to your town way past nightfall >the very first question was, how do you get home without getting snatched >while driving, you have unilaterally agreed that the lady that was set after you is, most likely, a vampire >at night, they acquire insane power, becoming fast enough to disappear in a blink of an eye, and strong enough to move around ten times the mass of your car without exhaustion >they have only a few weaknesses, and outside of that, pretty much nothing can hurt them >well, they're pyrophobes, and Tonnus is carrying a flamethrower >you're not sure if he would be fast enough to torch that vampire before she captures you >fuck, you aren't even sure if the castle doctrine they seem to respect for some reason extends to your vehicle >if she really wants to, she might probably just break into your car and snatch you, or even snatch you together with the car and Tonnus >how are you gonna ensure you aren't going to be kidnapped during that short time you aren't in the car or the house?.. >wait, why do you even bother with that... "Hey, Tonnus. You have some money on you?" <"Yeah, a couple silvers, maybe. Why the question?" "How about we spend the night in that motel forty-five miles ahead of our town instead of heading home? This vampire lady will definitely jump me the moment I leave your car, I just know that. But I don't think she would expect us drive past the town and end up in a motel miles away..." >Tonnus looks at you for a while, pondering the idea <"Hey, that might actually work..." >you drive through your town and stop at the designated motel >carefully looking around to ensure you weren't followed, you get out of the car >well, no ultra-fast silhouettes kidnapping you swiftly, that's a win >you get in the motel and try to get a room >the goblin receptionist is eyeing you two very suspiciously >a couple seconds later, you realize just how it must look to her, two guys trying to rent the same room for the night <"...Room 403, please try not to wake up the resident apparition living next room. She's got very sensitive sleep, and if you wake her up, she'll spook you through the night" >phew, at least she didn't press further the issue of a potentially-gay couple >you find your room, number 403 >the "KEEP OUT" sign is hanging on the door >you also can't find the room the receptionist was talking about, where the apparition is supposedly living >you can't shake that feeling as if you have just entered the forbidden room or something >well, there's nothing you can do for now >Tonnus drifted to sleep, while you didn't feel like it yet >with your late-night shenanigans, you were used to staying up late until early morning >so you decided to finish some of your texts before you drop asleep >you couldn't sleep this night, and that's not just because you were a late-night person >all this time, you've had that nagging feeling, as if somebody's watching you "Phew. Well, we're not claimed" >you announce as morning comes >Tonnus is already awake and ready to go back home <"Hey, Anon, nice idea it was. Although I've had this weird dream, as if I've had a really long and intense sex with a really hot lady, that lives next door, you know?" >you are a little bit confused >what "next door"? you couldn't find anything like that "Well, good for you, I guess. Now, let's get going." <"I wonder if Marise is coming with me..." >you give him a long, inquisitive look >he just stares innocently at you >whatever, you've got to get back to your town >you have safely arrived to your home <"Well, guess see you later, Anon. *chuckles* Don't get snatched by somebody!" >Tonnus leaves you and heads back to his home >finally secure, you can have some sleep >you plop into your bed and doze off without a second thought >you wake up when it's already dark >shit, you must've been really tired to sleep this long >well, whatever, you're now hungry as fuck >you've just realized you didn't have practically anything aside from that sandwich you ate before falling asleep >and now, you don't really have anything you could cook swiftly >well, there's that frozen chicken in your fridge, but it'll take some time to defrost, prepare and cook it >you could just hit the grocery store, if you would wake up a couple hours earlier >obviously, you aren't risking it right now, when the sun has long since set and it's dark outside >doggamnit, guess you'll have to figure out how to get by... >your hungry thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your front door slowly opening >what the fu...? >but oh sure, somebody's opening your entrance door >holy shit, grab your rifle! >wait, you think you forgot to grab it along when you left your car >it means, your gun's safely stored away from you in the garage >oh noesies... <"Hi hi hi~ I'm sorry, your door was not completely closed, so I..." >a very familiar, sinister face appears from the other side <"...took it as my invitation~" >she showed up completely as she closed the door behind her >holy motherfucking blasterballs, it's her >tall, slender lady, dressed in all black >stunningly beautiful, with flowing golden hair >and those creepy, red eyes >well, you're positively out of ideas now <"Finally, I've got close enough to you... Anon Incognitus... YOU ARE MINE" >in panic, you dash in random direction >you don't make one step before she catches you and pins you down <"Hi-hi~ That was so cute. Did you really think you could run away from a dhampir?~" >wait hold on a second "...A dhampir?" <"Yes, that's what I am, what did you think I would be?" >suddenly, you feel a lot more relaxed "Really? Phew, man, I thought you were a fucking vampire!" >she stares at you in confusion for a couple seconds, before breaking into a laughter <"Wait, really? You thought I was a vampire?" "Well, you're wearing that black cloak, you only really show up at night..." <"Hey, I'm just trying to be stylish! And what's that about showing only at night? Thought you'd see me watching after you a couple days back in the grocery store. I was pretty sure you've noticed me..." >she thinks about something for a couple seconds before cursing loudly <"Doggamnit, if only I could've known it's gonna be like that! I'd dress up in something more normal, then. Holy shit, you really thought I was a fucking vampire, damn..." >well, that almost explains things, but "uhm, I hope it won't get you mad, but... what's with your red, glowing eyes?" <"Ah, these? Don't worry, they won't hurt you~ It's just that I have really strong magic. All this magical energy I've accumulated through training, it shows up in several ways, including those red eyes. Um, I hope they don't creep you out too much..." >well, now that you know she's a dhampir, you aren't bothered by them at all "Damn, why didn't you just hit me up for a chat, then? The way you were watching me from afar was really spooky..." <"Hey! It's not like I could just come up to a guy I like, like some of the other girls, and propose to him. I was nervous! I was thinking of the best words for our first meeting, you know, to make an impression..." >doggamnit, it's the guys who are supposed to be shy, girls are supposed to be assertive and just seize the moment >kinda like your stomach, that decided to growl like a motherfucker, ignoring the fact that you're with a fucking girl, dammit <"Hi-hi~ Oh, you're hungry? Let me whip you up something~" >she goes to your kitchen, and starts looking for something to cook >about a minute later, she turns around with a frown "Damn, there's not much I could make you. Say, how about we go to the store? Your noodles could also use some chicken, and tomatoes, too. Man, how are you living like that, anyway? It looks like I'm going to be fixing a lot of things in your life from now on..." >you're heading to the grocery store with your new girl >man, who could've thought she's actually this nice <"...I couldn't really find the best way to propose to you, you know? So I decided to just give you that photo. Um, I hope you don't mind if I actually used some future formation magic on it, so it would help us get closer together..." >aww, that's so cute "Erm, but why'd you switch off my power on the first day? That really spooked me..." <"...What? I didn't do anything like that..." "You know, the first day, when you decided to pretend that you're in distress and try to get me to open that door..." <"Wait... what? That wasn't me..." >errm >does that mean it's still not safe to be outside at this moment?.. >just as you think about it, you sense another presence, and a really strong one <[???] "To think that you would be so foolish to get outside in the middle of the night. Our time. Well, as expected from a mere commoner, after all." >oh man, this one didn't sound very good... >you turn towards the source of the voice and see a real vampire <[???] "I couldn't get you back on that day, since you were apparently smart enough to not open your door to untrusted strangers... but now, it's my lucky day~" <[Stella, the dhampir girl] "Okay, that's it." >she pulls out a six-barreled machine gun from her right pocket and blasts the vampire with full power >to your horror, it does absolutely nothing to the bloodsucker bitch <[Stella] "Whoopsie... Anon, we run now." >she picks you up and gale-fast runs back to your home, when the vampire blocks your path <"Not so fast, lady. You're carrying something - someone - that belongs to me." <[Stella] "Really? Who the hell are you, actually?" <[Vampire] "My name is Delilah von Kempen. I have come here to fulfill my destiny; and that means, to seize Anon, and abuse and humiliate him for the whole three and a half years!" >wait, that line sounded familiar >didn't you read a story like that somewhere?.. <[Delilah] "Okay, I've waited enough. You're coming with me. Now." >a brilliant idea comes to your mind "LOL, no. You've got the wrong Anon." <[Delilah] "What? What do you mean?.." "Look, the guy you're looking for is called Anon Anonson. I am Anon Incognitus. Actually, I don't think you're even from this world. You sound like you definitely come from somewhere else." >the vampire pulls something out and hastily checks it <[Delilah] "Aww, SHIT, I've almost got the wrong Anon AGAIN! Well, I'll be on my way, then. Take care." >she disappeared in a poof of white magic, presumably into another world <[Stella] "Well, actually, there isn't any difference between you and Anonson. Both names represent the same individual..." "Tssss. Just don't let her know that."

>>75331 >[Vampire] "My name is Delilah von Kempen. I have come here to fulfill my destiny; and that means, to seize Anon, and abuse and humiliate him for the whole three and a half years!" Oh damn, I remember that one. Out of all mge vampires she's probably the biggest bitch. She actually deserves a beating, hope the techno-genius anon will blast her with some plasma cannon when she arrives to another world and tries anything with him.

>>75290 Marry the manticore! Marry the manticore! Marry the mantico

Monster girl election shenanigans incoming.... >>72892 "We need to control everything to save the children", Benedict says Recently, Bella Benedict has made a strong statement regarding her vision of the course of development of Kannyrek under her government. According to her vision, the solution to the over-hyped and misrepresented issue of child abuse lies in increasing the state control over key activities of the citizens - such as social media, access to information, as well as enhanced surveillance and oversight in digital space. "Liberal paternalism and "soft" measures such as corporate surveillance and propaganda are not nearly enough to properly screw the populace into submission," she argued. "We have been fighting for total control over information space for decades. Control the narrative, and you can control the population, so you can screw them at will. But what can we do if our communication networks are free from oversight, so anyone - especially our children - can easily access just about any public information?" According to Ms. Benedict, control over children's access to information is especially important. "It is a well-known fact that the foundation of human personality is being formed during the childhood. If we don't brainwash our children into being submissive since young age, they'll grow discontent and rebellious, disrupting our well-established system of control. They'll question anything and everything, disrupting the moral framework we've been using to keep them docile and compliant. How are we gonna screw them into submission if they're not raised to be submissive, in the first place?" The public information exchange has been largely free of government interference since its inception. As a nation founded on the principles of individual liberty and constitutional rights, Kannyrek is naturally resilient towards any measures that, in any way, violate an individual's ability to express oneself in the way they see fit, and act out of their own interests first. However, as most of our people are monsters, the desire to violate others, dominate them, control them - sometimes by force, as it is common for monsters - will inevitably manifest itself. Ms. Benedict, and the TCP at large, make it their goal to enable her people to do exactly that to others. "Knowledge is power, and knowledge of one's life grants us power to exert control over said individual. The more knowledge we have regarding a man, the more opportunities there are for us to fuck him in a variety of ways. Building an extensive personal profile on every citizen of our country allows all of us monsters to screw pretty much anyone, anytime, in any way we imagine. Therefore, it is imperative for us to establish a robust system of omnipresent surveillance - and, of course, to pair it up with a reliable, effective system of information control." "Of course, people would normally never agree to something like that," the TCP candidate elaborated. "This is why I implore you to think of your children. When the state needs to promote a restrictive law, or a mandate, or any other measure that would be severely restrictive or hurtful for the citizens, theyrun into the inevitble problem of civil resistance; however, when they provide an exceptional reason for such measures, the populace is far more susceptible towards the measures they would never accept otherwise. We call this reason 'the Compelling Excuse'. So, please, think of your children. Allow the state to control and regulate everything you see, do and, ultimately, think. It's for your own good; we only need to pressure you enough until you actually believe it."

>>75355 I don't get it, but now I'm interested. Who is Delilah von Kempen and why does she deserve a punch in the face?

>>75331 That's actually a good ending, I've already been teaching my army of pigeons to star crapping on your car every time you wash it once you would finish the story with anon being claimed by the creepy vamp. >>75522 She's a hideous vampire bitch from The Coupling, and she was tormenting a poor boy for over 3 years instead of admitting her feelings for him. Guy almost grew up hating her, and the only thing stopping him from that is that she made it feel really good when she sucked his blood I would say she doesn't just deserve a punch in the face, she deserves a full fucking gatling fire.

>>75220 >It is not uncommon for a succubus in a mortal's servitude to fall uncontrollably in love with him or her; this occurrence is not always to the master's advantage, though, for a devoted succubus can be prone to fits of extreme jealousy, especially when her master deals with those of the opposite sex. Also if memory serves, they're lured in by items of pure love, like the heartswood, though I can't find any quest logs online so idk if I'm misremembering. >Most warlocks tend to trust their succubus's natural instincts in combat. This trust comes as much from respect for her abilities as it does from the realization that a succubus may ignore an order she doesn’t agree with anyway. This is especially true when an opponent threatens her master directly, as she may become reckless trying to save him. Now this apparently comes from the RPG monster guide book and is considered non-canon, but they also put faggot incubi into the game apparently and I consider that non-canon, personally. But yeah, between their protectiveness, and what they're most attracted to in summoning them being romantic tokens of love, I think they're pretty sweet girls. They're also perfect monstergirls by form, hooves, horns, wings, tail. They're more monstergirl than KC succubi, while keeping all the hallmark proportions, and that's pretty rare in a non-mg setting.

>>75599 found the heartswood description >In the War of the Ancients, two lovers fell together in battle. Where they took their last breaths, a tree known as the heartswood grew, a symbol of their undying love. >That should be enough to tempt a succubus. You will find it in the ruins of Ordil'Aran in the northwestern part of the forest of Ashenvale. >Thus we use its own strength against it. With the hearts of good men, pure men, loving men, the succubus will be unable to resist, and will cross into our world. Then you can dominate it, and make it your own. >The other is Comar Villard, a man who remains faithful to his lost love, wandering the Wetlands for a sign of his wife. >I have no doubt that a succubus would be attracted by their purity. So yeah, they're posessive, protective romantics. Sounds like good girl material to me, best girl even.

>>75373 What's the tcp stance on religion? Do they use chief god as the reason to moralfag? Do they worship some other god? Do they tell you you can't touch yourself because the chief god doesn't like it?

>>75599 >>75601 Damn that is pretty sweet. Another one for the good western succubi pile.

>>75620 The TCP endorses the only true religion, the Kotfardian Romanticism. The religion views Eros and Mara as the primary goddesses, and Chief God is abhorred (basically the equivalent of Satan). So why they do not moralize in the name of God, they verily do so in the name of Eros. >can I touch myself NO. As it is written in the Celestial Romance, Revelations 13-4-6, "And those who touch their peenor shall be visited by Mara, and she shall cut their balls off. For love and light, motherfuckers!" The Celestial Romance, as we all know, was written by Eros, and is totally not something we have forged and presented as divine scripture.

Pew! Pew! Festive posting coming up! Even if it's a bit late. https://archiveofourown.org/works/79526636

>>75882 That would a perfect opportunity to rebrand santa outfit into lewd santa valentines outfit and pretend she's totally not late

>>75887 This is really hilarious, because it made me remember Evil Robot Santa from Futurama. He was always running and gunning people on Axe-mas. And he was also running late in episode 4x02.

>>75219 They knew what they were doing when they gave you like a harem of them to pillow with in the Legion class hall for Warlocks.

>>75641 Succubi sit in a good position. They've been the personification of unrepentant whores for thousands of years, so if you're gonna do something creative with them, you almost have no choice but to play with that expectation. Suddenly succubi become obsessive, possessive, exclusionary and distinguishing with their love. Turns out literal sex demons made entirely for (you) make for pretty neat girls

>>75702 So, what about abortions? Is TCP fanatically pro-life? What about porn, do they want to ban it, too? Also, half irrelevant, but what about TCP's stance on guns? Do they want you disarmed and helpless or are they gun nut friendly?

>>76020 >Is TCP fanatically pro-life? Anon, all monster-girls are pro-life. Although yes, TCP pays a special attention to anti-abortion agenda, because the state needs as many working hands as possible. After all, coordinated workforce is the source of a thriving economy. because those damned liberal daemons from another party exist and they're not as hard on pro-life! >What about porn, do they want to ban it, too? YES. Pornography allows easy sexual gratification, so those monsters that want to subjugate you through sex want it gone. Not only a sexually-satisfied man is harder to seduce, how are those monsters going to motivate you to give your life fighting for your overlords in a war that doesn't serve your interests one bit and do other things for cheap if they can't motivate you with pussy? And they don't know any other motivators. >what about TCP's stance on guns? All free people (that means monsters) have the right to keep and bear arms. As for you peasants, why do you need weapons? The police will protect you. When they aren't plotting to break into your house at 3 AM and rape you for an arbitrary reason, that is.

>>76219 >>72892 You know what, anon, Benedict sounds like my kind of woman. I want to preach and moralize to other people, and I want to use the power of government to force my beliefs on others, so I guess her right wing agenda fits me. Tell me, what are the chances of my house being randomly raided by the FBI (Foxy Bureau of Investigation)? I might go with that libertarian chick if the chances are too high.

[Kannyrek News] "We're all gonna die of climate change in 5 years if you do not submit to our regulations now", NPR-sponsored scientists say Every 5 years, scientists warn us that, if we do not submit to the regulations proposed by Danaya Sevenclaws and her allies, we're all gonna die of the devastating climate change. This is one of such quintiannual warnings which have never come anywhere closer to being true, and this time, we're being for real, now. "Solar activity is cyclical," the diviner cow scientist explained. "Roughly within 11 years, solar output goes through a full cycle, going from high to low and then to high again. Since the climate on our planet - and pretty much any planet we could imagine - depends primarily on the star's output, that means, our planet's climate alternates between hotter and colder within roughly 5.5 years. Right now, we're nearing the coldest point, so we'll be telling the people that in 5 years we're all gonna fry if they won't submit to our regulations. Then it's gonna be an ice age warning again..." "It's no biggie if they don't submit now, after all, if they don't, we'll just repeat the fearmongering several years later," Ms. Sevenclaws explained. "But, I really wish we would take control sooner rather than later. So, take action to save the planet!" Selena Sieberg, the leader of Progress for Prosperity of People, has expressed great support for the NPR's climate agenda. According to her interview, the issue of climate change is "paramount" and "should be addressed as soon as possible". "As a demon, I see great merit in her agenda," she said in an interview with Gag 'N' Fuck News. "Most popular science today functions a lot like religion: above all, people are not supposed to question it. If the pope, err, the scientists say we're gonna burn, then we're gonna burn, and anybody daring to question it is a heretic and should be burned. With monster pink flames, of course, we aren't like humans. The point is, climate change sounds like a great armageddon scenario, and if we can push it, we've got a great tool to scare the masses into obedience so we can screw them however we want." "Since it's so hip and trendy, I would also like to make it a racial issue," she continued on. "As a fellow Person of Color, I agree that screwing white men should be a priority for us, so most of our bullshit should be aimed at them. I mean, why bother with chinks and sandniggers? They're already living under effective, working authoritarian regimes, climate change narrative would be simply redundant for them. The white man, on the other hand, still enjoys considerable freedom and personal autonomy, so we need to focus our efforts on him. Concentrate our propaganda on himto break him, and then we finally can screw him into submission however we want." After this speech, Danaya fist-bumped and high-fived the demon, saying, "My nigga."

Me, I would rather get some votes on my other post >>75290 So what should Anon do? Get on with the manticore's offer? Politely decline? Agree but quietly escape later? Something else? So I can go on with the second chapter of this story

>>77254 >Agree but quietly escape later? This but fail miserably and get manticore shotgun wedding. Except instead of a shotgun, mom has her tailpussy locked and loaded with spines ready to expedite the ceremony.

A young man is walking through a small village one day and decides to stop by a bar and have a beer. He walks into a bar, and sees a grizzled old man, crying into his beer. Curious, the young man sits down and says, "Hey old timer, why the long face?" The old man looks at him and points out the window, "See that dock out there? I built that dock with my own two hands, plank by plank, nail by nail, but do they call me McGregor the dockbuilder? No, no." The old man continued, "And see that ship out there? I've been fishing these waters for my village for thirty-five years! But do they call me McGregor the fisherman? No, no." The old man continued, "And see all the crops in the farms out there? I planted and have been farming those crops for my village for nearly 45 years! But do they call me McGregor the farmer? No, no." The old man starts to cry again, "But you screw one goat...

I'd vote for the "Leopards Raping Human Faces" party. Of course my face would remain unraped, I'd be saf

>>77503 Now we just need a monster girl party into fingerblasting, so i could drown in monster girl pussy juice, bonus point for added breast milk.