>>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.

>be Anon Incognitus >your mindset could be described as "libertarian" >own a couple dozen guns, in case you'll need to protect yourself from savage humans trying to rob or hurt you in the name of The Current Thing Everyone Must Accept Or Else >you only want to live your life and tend to your needs, shame that most everybody doesn't exactly share your philosophy >portals open, the skies darken, almost as if it's night >weeeeeell, what is it this time? climate change? mostly-peaceful protests? a new version of convir-420 that would require everyone to inject untrustworthy mRNA into their arms or be deported into concentration camps? >you see some shadows pouring out of the darkness, swarming the town >oh, it's some kind of an alien invasion or some shit >you go downstairs and grab your M16A2 in case one of those aliens tries to attack you >it's not completely registered, so you hope the cops wouldn't be too nosy if you would have to actually shoot somebody >besides, you aren't really sure if it's actually aliens or some kind of bioengineered lifeforms developed in DARPA's darkest basements to combat misinformation >you kinda don't want to be the second Kyle Rittenhouse >the aliens are wandering the streets, trying to get into homes >you can see they're mostly humanoid, although they have some or another trait that isn't really characteristic of humans >there's that lady with black fur on her extremities >there's one with demon wings and a tail >there's one with some scary barbed tail-thing, flying above your house >suddenly, you are being interrupted by an emergency transmission on your TV >which is weird, since you don't own any of those idiot boxes anymore >lol the age of web streaming <"People of Midgard, I am Lilanda, the 35th princess of the world of Cronar. Your world has been taken over by the colonial authority of the Interstellar Alliance of Demons. Your old leaders have been mostly hung, burned or shot, and your entire world is now under control of the Colonial Authority, which means - me, and my subordinates." >oh shit, the conspiracy theorists were right >the globalist globohomoglobos have unleashed the blueberry-flavored Bluebeam and are now establishing the new world order! >errgh, fuck that, it doesn't concern you very much as a libertarian individualist >now that you're completely sure it's just a bunch of goberment holograms projected from Area 51, you're somewhat relaxed >hey, maybe it's time to go get some beers and celebrate the New Order Day! >why not, get drunk for your last day in civilization before you pack your truck and get somewhere far far away from civilization >you're sure you're not staying in this town, soon to be packed with all sorts of surveillance tech and other compliance regulators installed by your new "alien" government >something loudly bangs on your door just as you put your hand on the door handle >you are startled, recoil a bit as you stare at the door, confused >shit, is that the new world order troops? >they must've known about your gun collection and came here to disarm you >well, guess you've got to pass on that beer, gotta escape quickly with as many guns as possible >also some canned beans, gotta eat something while on the run, too >the banging intensifies, you hear a feminine voice on the other side <"Whoever's inside, open the door! We know there's a single man inside your house. We are authorized by the Consul-General to retrieve him!" >what the fuck... >"a single man", that's a really strange way to address you >don't they have at least your name and your job? >the banging intensifies, now followed by threats of breaking inside and "raping you" >well, the new government is surely bold, now... >the fact that they sound female is only adding more uncertainty >did they fire all male troops and replace them exclusively with lesbian feminists and trans women as part of their inclusivity program? >yikes, you don't wanna deal with that, especially the latter >wait, it doesn't matter who's out there, gotta flee! >they're 99.99999% here to take away your guns, forcibly vaccinate you against the monkeybrains virus, microchip you and force you into the forced labor camp run by Reddit, etcetcetc. >you finish getting upstairs, to grab more ammo, when they break down the door with a loud CRRRRRASH >the door gets kicked over to the other end of house and crashes into the wall, splintering into pieces >dayum, that's one badass lesbian feminist >regardless, you've got get outta there ASAP >you grab the car keys, all the ammo you could snag in that short time, and head to the fuck outta there >whoever just broke into your house, are getting upstairs really fast >oh, shit... >you see your pursuers on the other end of the corridor >doggamnit, what are they, even? >you can't see them well 'cause of the darkness, but there's something definitely off about them >both look like really tall, muscular women, the opposite of your typical feminist >one of them has something like fur covering her extremities, the other one has something like bird wings and claws >oh, so it's the bluebeam holograms >wait, holograms shouldn't be able to kick down doors <"Well well well, we warned you, didn't we?" <"Perhaps we would be gentle with you if you won't resist us~" >they both rush you, you shoot them out of reflex >the bullets didn't even make them flinch, you aren't sure if you even hit them or not >in a desperate attempt, you maneuver real swift as they charge you >they crash into one another, bouncing back into the walls and crashing through them >you don't stand there wondering what's happened, pick up whatever you've dropped and GTFO of your house >you get into your car, start it up and drive away as fast as you can >somewhere on the road, away from town, you wonder what you're gonna do now >far as you can see, everything's being taken over by those... creatures >you aren't even sure if it's another government trick >and it's likely everywhere by now >you can still see the portals, with more creatures pouring out of them >at this rate, the entire world's going to be crawling with them in very short time >you've got to figure out what to do, the sooner, the better

Total Dwarf Love

>>78331 Not short enough

>>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.