>>1365 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 1: Favor Earned >Gallio circled his opponent with cautious optimism, well aware of the advantaged position he had built but unwilling to act rashly as his strafing feet disturbed the hot sand of the fighting pits. The other man -Rodero- was skilled, perhaps even better than Gallio himself in a straight fight, but the two warriors sought victory under differing paradigms. >Rodero fought with a large oak towershield and blunted wooden pitckfork, aggressively pressing Gallio and attempting to score unpunished strikes with his superior reach. Gallio was armed with a thick wooden club and a net but fought instead with his mind. His heavily armed opponent sought victory with increasingly fatigue-induced desperation as Gallio's mere presence goaded him without words. >He stepped in and out just out of reach to bait out thrusts, slowly eroding his opponent's precision as Rodero's arms grew tired from his much heavier kit. Gallio was covered in small scratches and bruises from moments where the striking fork had found it's mark, but they were mostly superficial damage. He was however careful to move with an exaggerated stiffness in his limbs so that Rodero would continue to press his surmised advantage. >The crowd of men and women in the gallery above shouted as the spectacle continued, wagering money and cheering on their chosen gladiators. A good portion of those observing were in fact men both Rodero and Gallio had bested earlier in the day, and none of them would dare miss this combat. >As the light of day began to fade into the embrace of evening, Gallio saw his opportunity. Rodero's shield arm had been sinking for a while and it finally dropped so low to where his bulky shield hit the sand. Gallio acted without hesitation, breaking into a full sprint directly at Rodero with his reserved energy. >The crowd roared with anticipation. Rodero, to his credit, reacted without showing surprise, immediately beginning to lift his shield and lashing out with his fork. Unfortunately for him, he had lost the moment his shield hit the floor. It was too heavy to bring up in time to move well which limited his range of motion to a very specific angle. >Gallio made sure his net was there instead of his body, and snared Rodero's weapon as it sought him. Taking a mighty swing with his heavy club, Gallio broke the haft of his opponent's polearm in half at the midpoint. A nearby official threw a signal flag into the air, the volume of the crowd swelling with equal parts cursing and celebration as this particular contest was decided.

>>1366 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 1: Favor Earned >Seeing that this duel was clearly over, Rodero threw down his shield and splintered weapon to approach Gallio, a smile on his face. The two men clasped hands in exhaustive brotherhood as the fatigue from the long day of games hit them all at once. >"You cheating bastard." Said Rodero amicably through gasps for air. >Gallio laughed. "Got to make my way in life somehow, eh?" >The two men cajoled each other as they waited in their section of the pit for the event to fully end. They were far from the only combatants left, but the action was quickly dwindling as the final few feuds were settled. After the final flag was raised, the crowd went from cheers and jeers to excited whispering. >This time it was the fighters who watched as monster women of all aspects began trickling down from the stands towards them. Each woman wore a unique embroidered sleeve on her right arm and carried in her hands it's twin. Rodero elbowed Gallio in the ribs as a beautiful young woman with brown hair approached the two men, her bushy tail wagging slowly and her long wolfish ears flat to her head. >"You know that's for me, right?" >"It's inspiring how you can cling to such fantasies, Rodero." Replied Gallio. >The woman did indeed come for Rodero, handing him the bundle and speaking to him in a timid voice, "Please accept this token, warrior." >He smiled at the girl, "From you? Gladly." >The girl's face flushed with a happy grin as she fitted the sleeve to Rodero's left arm and latched onto it with her right, the two matching pieces forming a linked chain as her tail swayed contentedly behind her. With eagerness the two made their way back into the stands, talking and laughing as they went.

>>1367 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 1: Favor Earned >Gallio contemplated Rodero's good fortune and his victory soured slightly, though his pride disallowed him from showing it. He had been winning contests of strength all throughout the day, but frustratingly had not been given favor with one of the residents of the city. >Would his invite to this highly-regarded celebration be wasted? >After about half of the men had been taken into the stands the officiator of the games began rounding up the remaining warriors. There was, including him, only thirty men left all told. A far cry from the few hundred who had arrived in the city over the past couple of days. There seemed to be some last itinerary to satisfy for those who remained. >That was strange to Gallio. This was to be the last official event of the yearly founding celebration as far as he was aware, so why was there no single winner? Maybe he'd at least get a free room at an inn for his trouble. >As he stood there hiding his internal sulking an eerie feeling of being watched prickled Gallio's senses. He scanned the emptying galleries but could not see anyone observing him specifically. As the remaining men were assembled, Gallio caught the eye of his long time friend and bodyguard Lucius. >Ah, that must be it. They smirked at eachother. At least there would be someone to gripe with soon. As he walked off with Lucius and the other men, the strange feeling of being watched persisted until he was out of the arena and back into the city proper. >The men were led through the northern half of the city as night fell, the looming fortress bastion of the castle growing larger as they approached. The men talked and whispered amongst each-other, and slowly through their boastings came to realize that they all had perfect records for the day. Not a one of them had lost even a single time. >Was there to be some secret prize? Some final unspoken contest? >The lights and sounds of the bustling city grew faint as they followed the official through winding cobblestone paths. Fewer and fewer residents were seen until before long they had reached a large circular courtyard, entirely dark and empty except for a statue at it's center. >Their guide, a gaudily dressed woman with floppy white rabbit ears, hopped up to the base of the statue and began ceremoniously lighting the braziers that surrounded it without the use of a torch or tools. The fires lit themselves as she whispered to them, slowly forming a softly glowing ring around the piece. The effect was mesmerizing. >Gradually the statue was revealed to be not one but two figures. An stoic human king stood side to side with a beautiful winged demon woman with a spaded tail. They wore ravaged armor and were covered in a myriad of wounds, but both were smiling. The two awesome figures clasped their hands aloft, the woman's right to the man's left, for all the world to see. >At their feet lay a ruined hammer and a broken sword. Nobody dared speak. The only noise in the air was the crackling and popping of the fires. >The perky rabbit woman spun around in silence with a dancer's grace, facing the group below with raised arms before breaking her silence. Her chipper voice boomed throughout the silent courtyard. >"Warriors! You do the citizens of Marzalot, The Unbroken Fortress, The Beacon Jewel..." She grinned widely before adding the title most people knew the city by, "...The City of Demons... Much honor with your presence here! But not for it's entire history were we worthy of such grandoise titles!" >The diminuitive woman gestured expansively towards the assembled men, drawing them in closer. "Gather to me! Come and listen to the tale who's telling only you who refuse to submit have earned! Come and hear the true story of Fracture's end! The second founding of Marzalot!"

>>1368 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 2: The Time of Fracture >King Harald stalked towards the gates with one hand on the pommel of his hammer, features carved in stone as he observed his people. Truly were they too good for this son of a daytaler known as king. His saw their hunger, their sorrow, their loss. None had been spared the depredations of the year-long siege of his beloved Marzalot by the armies of the Arch-fiend Lydia. Not a single resident of the city could avoid the consequences of this vile conflict. But rather than lament their fortunes they chose to struggle. >Men drilled weapons in the streets. Women carried buckets of water to put out fires which still smoldered from the prior night or carted off the wounded. Children sat in gaggles filling quivers with arrows or running messages up to the walls. All of them were hurt but they were focused. They were as one in their determination to protect the city and eachother. Dirt streaked faces looked up to Harald, eyes filling with hope and wonder as he wound his way through the streets, a few chosen retainers following closely behind him. >Harald could not permit his internal wounds to show on his face. He would not be the cause of additional pain to these people even if it killed him. He would play his part until the bitter end. >His party reached the gates and his closest retainer begged him to reconsider one last time. >"Are you sure, my lord?" >"Yes." He turned to his vassal. The soul ache within him not showing on his face but now plainly visible in his eyes. "I will not see more people die in my name on these walls." Harald grasped the man's shoulder with iron fingers. "If the worst should happen, the people of this city will look to you. Ensure that you do not fail them." >A nod from the man spoke volumes more than any words he could have given. Harald turned towards the gates as footmen pushed them open. He stepped outside into the churned mud of no-man's land. >Lydia reclined in her lavish throne of silken finery as she saw the lone figure walking towards her assembled host. All of the subjects she had lost to these weaklings would be avenged this day. That large man was unmistakably their king, Harald. Lydia had seen him many times on the walls of the city, and a delicious feeling welled up inside of her as he approached. >She had dealt with human nobles before. The scars from her time as a regular woman under the forced 'protection' of one specimen a memory that she could not soon forget. Once she had ascended, she had made him pay. Men were all bluff and bravado until you spoke the one language they understood, violence. She knew in her heart that now he, like all others, feared the superior magic that only women could wield. >At a gesture from Lydia her guardians set the throne down into the mud with an audible squash. Rather than descend from it she instead took flight towards Harald at a leisurely pace, her greatest vassal flying alongside her to observe their parley. Women of all forms cheered vigorously as their lady toured above them. They all sensed that victory was near. >General Lumina noted that her queen was in a good mood, twirling through the air as she approached Harald. She kept quiet rather than risk Lydia's volatile nature surfacing itself, but she was not convinced it was Harald's intent to surrender. She had seen him too many times during assaults on the city. This particular human filled her with a feeling that she would not ever admit to having towards any man. He filled her with admiration.

>>1369 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 2: The Time of Fracture >Lydia and Lumina landed, both giving a well mannered courtsey as Harald bowed his head in recognition. The Arch-fiend Lydia held out a hand before speaking to Harald, "I see you have come to your senses, Lord Harald." She walked to him, seemingly unafraid of the massive difference in size between them. "I will gladly accept the terms of your surrender." >The human king did not flinch as he answered her, "No." >General Lumina let out the breath she was holding and tensed. She looked sideways at Lydia. Rather than the expected burst of anger, Lumina could tell that Lydia was genuinely confused. >"No? What do you mean, 'no'?" Lydia hovered in the air and gestured towards her vast host of demon women. "Look upon that which you resist so desperately and realize that hope is dead. We have fired your fields, assaulted your walls, and killed many of your men. Your army is a commoner rabble shivering in a stone tomb." She put a gloved finger to his armored chest. "Now end this farce before more of you get hurt. Surrender the city. Submit. You at least will be well treated." She smiled imperiously as she kept her finger on his chest, waiting for his response. >Harald spoke. "I have come to challenge you to single combat." >"An excellent decision! Let us discuss..." Lydia trailed off as she realized the answer she had clearly anticipated was not to be given. The arch-fiend was not used to being incorrect. Anger flashed in her eyes. >"And why would one such as I, who holds all advantage, aquiesce to the demands of one man?" Her tail whipped up and slammed into the ground, violently furrowing the soil. >Harald gestured with his hammer towards Lumina, and despite herself she reflexively felt a thrill course through her body. A man defying the Arch fiend so brazenly? >"Because if you don't, she will know you refused to fight." A smile without mirth cracked his face as he finished, "One. Single. Man." >Lydia rounded on Lumina. Her face was a porcelain mask bereft of expression. Lumina hastily recoiled while spouting out apologies. After a moment, Lydia turned back around to face Harald. >"And when i win?" >"If you win," corrected Harald, "my life and Marzalot are yours. My only demand is you spare the people within the walls. They do not deserve the misery of this wretched conflict." >Lydia fully intended to do whatever it is she wanted after winning. After all, this man would do the same if he were to win, of that she was certain. If she set free the humans within the walls, surely it wouldn't violate their deal if something happened outside? >"Fine then, King Harald. I agree." >Lumina retreated to a safe distance as the two beings began to fight. Lydia brandished a wickedly curved scimitar while Harald wielded his mighty hammer with one hand. Word spread between the opposing armies that their respective monarchs duelled in no-man's land. Drills and preparations were forgotten as all eyes focused on the battle taking place. Humans lined the walls of Marzalot, cheering Harald from the parapets. Monster women howled their support for Lydia from the fields, while those with the capability for flight flitted through the sky for a better view. >Violent red energy coruscated from Lydia, intent as she was upon making an example of this foolish human king. Her shock was palpable as Harald weathered the assault, either dodging away from or enduring blast after blast of killing magic. If she flew into the air and out of his reach, the man would throw his hammer at her and snap it back by a mighty metal chain attached to it's hilt. The arch-fiend wove circles around the king with her awesome dexterity, slicing and pressing him with her sword and searching for a weakspot in his armor.

>>1370 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 2: The Time of Fracture >The two dueled for a handful of hours without rest. Heavy metal hammer strikes rang in the air while an enchanted blade whistled through the sky. As the combat stretched into the next morning both human and demon became increasingly subdued. All were hesitant to miss a singular moment of this contest. They knew that history was being written before their eyes. >Both Arch-fiend and King were wounded deeply and much diminished from their struggles, but it was clear Harald was beginning to slow. He let his hammer fly yet another time, but instead of dodging or blocking it, Lydia instead struck yet another blow at the chain itself. The mighty links parted, sending the hammer flying far away from Harald as he tried to retract it. Lydia flew down to the ground, advancing upon Harald with her steel held ready. >She was upset that she had felt relief rather than satisfaction when Harald finally lost. As she pointed the blade at him to deliver judgement, cries of alarm from her host could be heard as war horns called in the distance. >Lumina was already talking to a messenger, and shouted news the Archfiend. "Lady Lydia, a wide column of armored knights approach. Our scouts anticipate them arriving within the hour!" >Lydia looked to Harald, expecting to see him gloating. He had won time for an ambush and she would pay the price. Bedraggled as they were, the city defenders would not be removed if she was smashed against the walls by a second army during her advance. >For the second time in many years she was confused. Harald was not gloating or afraid, nor was he running to his gates. He looked sort of like she had felt just moments ago. He looked relieved. But there was something else there, too. A lone human messenger came via horseback out of the gates of Marzalot as the noise of horns reached the city. The inhabitants cheered at the unexpected sounds of their deliverance. >"This won't save you, Harald. We'll break this new host and take the city if it takes us another year to do so." >Harald laughed. "No." He walked forward as he spoke, waiting for the human messenger to be in earshot. "This conflict is over." Lydia prepared to respond violently before Harald again surprised her. "You may do with my life as you wish. Marzalot is yours." Paying no heed to her blade he laid his hand on her shoulder. "Please, let my blood be the last spilled" >Conflicting emotions rose within Lydia. Her voice cracked as she shouted at Harald's calm face and looked into his sad eyes. The stresses of prolonged combat draining away much of her imperious veneer. >"Why? Why give up yourself now, when salvation delivers itself to you? Why go through the trouble to challenge me to single combat, knowing of your likely defeat?" She did not notice the tears welling in her eyes as she spoke to him. >"Archfiend." Harald spoke the word as if tasting the implications of it's title. "The hatred held in my heart has long since withered and died. Misery took it's place as i played my role to those around me." He winced as he spoke, the pain of his wounds amplifying as the adrenaline drained out of him. "I am tired, Lydia. Tired of the fighting. Tired of the dying. I will gladly give up all that i am in the name of lasting peace." >Lydia threw her sword to the ground and slapped Harald across the face, but there was no force behind the blow. He blinked in a brief stupor before looking back at her, cocking one eyebrow up in surprise. She smiled as the sadness in his eyes diminished itself. >"There! With punishment delivered your foolish honor is now satisfied, yes?" She stepped closer to him but the mood was markedly different. "I will indeed be taking the city, of course." >"...And the people of Marzalot?" >Lydia grabbed Haralds left hand with her right and winked at him. >"Surely they will be allowed to leave if they so choose ...but..." Lydia put her other hand against Harald's chest and looked into his eyes, "Perhaps they

>>1371 "Perhaps they'd prefer to stay?" - (lol formatting) Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 3: Mending Night >The men were engrossed as the rabbit girl finished her story, with nobody clapping or cheering. Like a child being read a particularly good bedtime story one of the men called out asking for more detail. >"What happened next?" >The rabbit girl covered her mouth coyly to suppress a fit of laughter, "Well, i hear they had many pretty daughters and strong sons." >She leaned forward with a smirk and clapped her hands together, speaking again in her orator's voice. "And so, the city of Marzalot was forged anew in the fires of struggle! The bravery and boundless sacrifice of the Warrior King had sewn shut the wound in the Archfiend's heart, ending the decades long Time of Fracture between man and monster!" >She waved her hands and conjured a puff of smoke, revealing an ornate placard in front of the statue where nothing had stood previously. >"You who embody the spirit of Harald! To you whose pride beats in your chest! To those who cannot bear to give in! To those who have the strength to fight! It is you who have earned the privilege of experiencing the old ways! Behold the Night of Mending!" >The rabbit girl flourished into an elaborate bow, uttering two final words before suddenly blinking out of existence, >"Have fun." >The crowd gasped at that. They had of course seen the magic some women could wield before but so theatric a display of prowess was a rarity. Gallio and Lucius looked at eachother, neither of them expecting or sure of what to do next. Gallio walked up to the newly visible plinth, reading aloud as other men milled about confused in the now-empty courtyard. >"Strength is required to protect what you love, but without passion what point is there in wielding that strength? >The founders of our nation each learned one half of this lesson, and in their union they understood the whole. So too will you. >Tonight you participate in the Night of Mending. The night where old wounds heal and new bonds are forged. >Such as it was the day the siege was lifted and so it will be for time immemorial. >A chaotic celebration of when demon embraced man and hatred died. >Try not to get caught too quickly." >"Get caught?" echoed Lucius. "What does that mean?"

>>1372 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 3: Mending Night >At the edge of the crowd, one man who had secluded himself from the group leaned against the the outside of a building. He had been suitably impressed by the story and didn't want to be left out of whatever it was that the plinth said. He stepped forward to get closer and nearly toppled to the floor as his foot refused to follow his will. He looked down to see a translucent green pool of slime coating his boots up to the ankles. >"What in the hells?" He muttered. >As he tried to extricate himself, a soft giggle echoed from within the dark interior of the home he was leaning against. The door creaked open and tendrils of the green slime shot out from within. He turned to shout in alarm as some of the slime covered his mouth and wrapped around his arms. He felt relaxed and warm wherever it touched him, but refused to be taken so easily. >This fighter was no pushover and strained as hard as he could against the insistent force tugging on him, but it was no use. Each time he broke free from one slimy tendril another two would wrap around him. Slowly but surely he was pulled to the doorway and into the waiting arms of the beautiful translucent green woman inside. She hugged him close to her body and whispered into his ear as a tendril of slime gently closed the door. >Suddenly his alarm turned to anticipation, and he felt that maybe this wasn't so bad. >One of the blazing fires which surrounded the statue winked out.

>>1373 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 3: Mending Night >Another warrior towards the back spoke to the slim hooded man standing next to him. >"Do you really think all of that happened?" >The other man didn't respond. The warrior suddenly noticed that the man was standing uncomfortably close to him and became suspicious. >"Hey. What's your prob-" >The figure dropped her cloak, revealing tanned skin contrasted by stark white hair that fell to her waist. She wore an outfit of black leather that left very little to the imagination and was festooned with all sorts of equipment that the man had never seen before. >Her long pointed ears wiggled as she dashed forward, pressing her full blue-coated lips to that of the warrior who had mistaken her for one of his own. He tasted something wonderful on her mouth as she held the kiss and nearly all of the strength drained from his body. >The man's mind wasn't drunk but his body was and it refused to fully obey him. It suddenly felt amazing wherever she touched him as he reflexively tried to pull away from her soft hold. >The elf woman dragged him silently into an alleyway as he tried to form words that would not come, where another door covertly opened and closed. >A second fire winked out and none of the men had yet noticed. That would change shortly.

>>1374 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 3: Mending Night >One of the men in the direct center of the crowd held his hands up behind his head. He whistled as he heard what Gallio had read aloud. >"Well, what now?" >Suddenly he felt a strange but refreshing breeze, and all of the men around him gawked in his direction. >"What? What did i say?" >A pair of shapely gloved arms wrapped around his chest from behind even as a thick spaded tail wound itself tightly around his upper thigh. >The tail squeezed him teasingly as the spaded tip wagged back and forth. >Long pink hair cascaded over the man's shoulders. It smelled amazing. >A sultry voice finally spoke to him, "Hi there~" He felt it's owner's full chest squishing against his back and her lips against his neck. >His face went beet red at the quickfire seduction. Before the man could react further, the succubus' wings spread and they took off together into the dark night sky where his strength was near meaningless. >They could hear her delighted laughter mixed with the man's flustered surprise as the two faded into in the distance. >A third fire winked out, but at this point nobody was paying attention. At that very moment the jig was up. The meaning of the plaque made clear as the sleepy town square lit up with activity. >Girls of all aspects made their moves as the men did their best to resist or avoid their advances. >Many were taken quickly in the initial rush but none of them looked or sounded too upset about it. >Gallio and Lucius locked eyes, a glint of challenge deep within them. >"Bet you can't make it as far as the keep," Said Gallio. >"We'll see." replied Lucius.

>>1375 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 3: Mending Night >The two men broke into a controlled sprint in the direction of the castle. Most followed their example, thinking maybe that these two knew some secret escape route. Gallio led the pack, and as he rounded the first corner of the winding streets a door slammed open directly next to him. >Without looking into it he dropped and rolled, evading the harpy that attempted to dive bomb into him as she rocketed clawed feet first out of the darkness. The girl slammed into the next man in line with a flutter of feathers and a muttered curse before quickly taking advantage of his surprise and hoisting him into the air by the arms. >Her red feathers preened as she leisurely lifted him up into the sky, singing in a voice that made some of the men stop running entirely, losing themselves in enraptured admiration. She eventually laid him high atop the flat roof of a three story building. Due to the open nature of the harpy's home the remaining fighters could hear just how well she was treating her man up there in the nest. >The ones who had stopped shook their heads clear of the harpy's song, but by then it was far too late. They were surrounded and opportunistically dragged into nearby houses, both their voices and those of the women who had taken them adding to the celebration which quickly filled the night with life. >Before long Lucius and Gallio had separated from the other men, and with only the two of them it became harder and harder to make progress. Some of the women lining the streets tried to openly seduce the men into stopping for them while others attempted more aggressive means of capture. >A tall amazon woman squared herself up in the street ahead of Lucius, diving into him with a tackle. With a brawler's grace he used her momentum against her, throwing her to his side without breaking pace. >She squeaked in surprise as she landed on her toned butt in the middle of the street. >Lucius and Gallio passed by a small decorative pond, it's formerly calm waters erupting as they approached close enough. Soft rosy tentacles latched onto Gallio's arms, legs and chest as a beautiful scylla with long black hair pulled him closer to the pool. >Lucius laughed and continued to run as he called out, "I would tell you to run faster, but it looks like you're already all caught up!" >The bastard. >The scylla however found Lucius' jibe much more funny than Gallio did. >Gallio was determined and he would not be caught here. The pretty woman giggled as he strained against her many tentacled legs, blowing him a kiss as she saw him try to break free. >For a brief moment he considered letting go and falling into her embrace. Deep inside he knew that it'd be an amazing experience, but something spurred him to keep going and it wasn't Lucius. >He again felt like he was being keenly observed and judged from somewhere. >The scylla crooked her finger at him and beckoned him closer, knowing smugly that he wasn't strong enough to brute force his way out of her tentacles as she tugged him closer to the pool. But then so did Gallio. Instead of trying to pull away as she expected, he dashed towards the girl and planted a kiss on her cheek. >She went red at his unexpected advance and for just a brief moment her grip didn't pick up the slack that Gallio's closeness had caused. >With a brief word of apology Gallio extricated himself from the woman's clingy hold. Upon realizing that her man had escaped out of range, she cheerily waved to him and dipped herself back below the pool, waiting for another to approach. >She was a little miffed about missing out but happy at the same time as she sank into the water. The girl had never experienced a man who could actually best her, and that experience alone was worth it. >She soon heard the stomping of booted feet on cobbles approaching her pond. She had learned from her attempt on Gallio. This one did not escape her love.

>>1376 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 3: Mending Night >Gallio needed to make up for lost time, but thankfully his "capture" had cleared the streets in front of him. The other women had either chased Lucius or seen Gallio's situation and went looking for others. He advanced at full speed, only to shortly find Lucius facing a muscular minotaur woman in the middle of the street. >The two of them postured like wrestlers as they squared off, neither backing down from the other. >Lucius was the strongest man that Gallio had ever known, but even he didn't have much of a chance against this one in his mind. She was a titan of soft curvaceous muscle with shoulder length messy brown hair. From her forehead sprouted intimidatingly sharp curved black horns that contrasted her milky skin. As Gallio came close, Lucius turned his head in genuine surprise. It was a mistake that the woman instantly capitalized on. >With a snort of excitement she charged forward and spun Lucius around, lifting him into the air and locking both of her arms under his. He tried to twist free but the woman held him close, her prodigious bust pressing against his back and spilling out around him. >The woman's powerful tail swung excitedly as she captured her man. A wide smile filled her features as she nuzzled him from behind and began to carry him bodily towards a nearby open door. >Gallio stifled a laugh at his friend's situation and continued to run towards the castle, which was now in sight a mere couple hundred yards distant. >Lucius grunted with effort against the woman who held him. She was a few inches taller than him causing his feet to dangle just above the cobblestone streets as she carried him. He was a man who fought with strength and reactive action, not plans, and he wasn't sure what to do as the buxom minotaur brought him closer to her home. >Her breath was hot on his neck as she spoke to him, "The name's Marina. Marina Anthalli." She flexed her powerful yet soft arms around his as she continued, "You won well in the arena, i was watching. I'll show you how fun it is to lose in the bedroom." >Lucius smiled. He liked this girl and did not want to disappoint. >As she brought him to the door's theshold he planted his legs on the frame, "Then you should know that i am called Lucius Marius." > Using his newfound leverage the brawler pushed back against his captor like a coiled spring. >Surprised, Marina stumbled backward and lost her footing as her arms flailed for balance and released Lucius. He fell on top of her as she hit the cobbles, her thick skull barely feeling the impact of the stone. >He scrambled out of her grip and took to his feet as she took to hers. >She grew even more excited as Lucius charged her instead of trying to escape. >Marina had never seen a man or woman with the temerity to do that before. Lucius locked hands with her as the two powerful beings strained against eachother, each seeking advantage over the other. >"I knew I was right to catch you! Do not think I will go easy on you tonight!" She leaned her pretty face closer and heaved with exertion, "You won't walk straight for a week, Lucius." >"Who says you'll be the one in control, Marina?" Lucius took one trembling step forward. The action was of titanic difficulty. "I'll show you not to underestimate a man's will." His effort was not unnoticed by Marina. >"Aw, are you tired?" Marina cood, a devious grin plastering itself on her face, "Maybe you should rest that cute head of yours someplace nice and soft." >As Lucius pushed his way forward, Marina instead pulled. >The man's face betrayed his surprise before being buried deep in Marina's warm chest.

>>1377 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 3: Mending Night >The minotauress let out a happy cry. She had Lucius right where she wanted him and hugged him close. "Don't you dare pull away." She wiggled her chest slightly, "I'm very proud of them, you know?" >By this point some of the other women had stopped what they were doing to observe what was happening, such was the spectacle. Marina was rather well known in the city, and not a single one of them had ever seen her lose a fight let alone come close. She revelled in the attention that her contest had drawn. >Her happy cry turned to an embarassed moan as she felt steel fingers massaging her bountiful assets. This man just would not quit. >"I'de instead drag you back to my home, but it's a little far." spoke the tit-muffled voice of Lucius. >Marina trembled with pleasure and excitement at his touch and sheer bravado respectively. She hooked one of her legs around his with intent to trip him and end the fight, but her full strength was not behind the effort. >The man locked his knees and refused to be moved as he continued to weaken Marina with his relentless kneading massage. She knew something had to be done lest he actually come close to winning. >Lucius sensed something was amiss when he felt a tickling pleasure that began exploring all around his body. >He couldn't see anything except breast and so gasped in surprise when Marina's strong tail slid against him, tickling him insistently all over as he tried to ignore it's caresses. >Soon enough he realized that his advantage was slipping. Marina still hugged him to her and started to press down upon him more and more with her height. His legs and arms trembled with the strain of holding back her relentless advance and the pleasure of her tail's attentions wore him down even further. >Out of desperation he tried to roll away from her, only succeeding in getting right back to square one as he twisted around in her arms. >Marina hoisted Lucius into the air from behind once more and manhandled him back to her open doorway as the nearby women cheered. >Some of the girls were at this point actually cheering for Lucius, but Marina had learned from her initial mistake. >Instead of pushing forward with her man, she backed into the doorway so that he could gain no leverage with his feet to push her away from him. Her horns scraped against the top of the frame as she made her way carefully inside. Lucius grabbed the doorframe with his hands, holding on as both he and Marina enjoyed bouts of genuine laughter. >"Give up already, you know you want to," giggled Marina from inside the house. Marina sounded a lot less husky and a lot more cute as she filled with anticipation of what was to come shortly. >Lucius quipped back, "As if you'd enjoy it if i did." But, she was right. He did in fact want to. He wouldn't have to make that choice, however. >The frame of the door began to crack with the strain they were putting on it, some of the wood breaking free as Lucius was pulled inside. >His last thought that wasn't concerning Marina was how proud he was that the building gave out before he did. One of the braver women on the street approached the open door after a couple of minutes and peeked inside, blushing heavily before closing it shut and hustling away. >Back in the courtyard, only one fire still burned brightly in it's brazier.

>>1378 Well done, you've managed to capture the overall spirit of what monster girls are supposed to be without devolving into generic fantasy setting with slightly sexier women or just a sex scene greentext. People should more often come up with their own monster girl setting instead of doing bullshit like >MGE, but with murder >MGE, but mixed with my favorite video game I wonder what's the prize for winning the lewd game of tag is, because I sure as fuck wouldn't come far myself.

>>1384 I appreciate that my friend. I'm not above writing a regular old totally lewd scene or two, as my first two lil bits were closer to being, but i feel like the entire premise just has a lot of potential in it for cool interactions. The romance you can build will be more satisfying and enjoyable in other ways with a fleshed out world to have it take place in. Classic case of "Why not both" - at least to me

>>1378 Back again with the continuation! Likely will be another two chapters after this one. Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 4: The Proposal >Gallio was at an impasse as he came within sight of the castle gates. The sheer magnitude of the place was intimidating. >The outer walls were lit with a soft unnatural glow that seeped from the bricks as banners of crimson and black rippled in the evening breeze. >The symbols that they bore were elaborate and entirely alien to him. Plate armored guards wielding ceremonial but wicked-looking halberds were still on duty even tonight, patrolling battlements as if nothing was going on in the city itself. >But more importantly than that, the buildings outside of the gates were packed so close to the walls that he could find no alternative route to continue his run. Some of the bored men perked up as they saw Gallio and began to talk amongst eachother, one even gathering up coins and adding them to his ration bowl, clearly taking bets on how long the man before them would last now that he had nowhere to run. >The women on guard waved, whistled, and shouted out to him but were not so undisciplined as to abandon their duties. >He could however see and hear a large group of girls pursuing him from whence he had come. The spectacle of Lucius and Marina had held their attention for a good few minutes, but now that they saw Gallio again their pace quickened noticeably. Each one wanted to be the girl who reached this last man first. >Gallio wasn't worried about what was to come. In fact at this point he looked forward to it, but he didn't want to go out with such a weak finish to what had been an exhilarating night so far. >"You, young man! This way!" shouted a voice from his right side. The voice belonged to an older man with a snow white beard that matched his scraggly hair. He was dressed in faded but well maintained armor in the style of the city guard. Strong arms waved a sword down an alleyway that Gallio had previously overlooked, it's entrance camoflauged by a nearby foodcart. >Gallio was too out of breath to respond coherently and so instead nodded to the man in thanks. >The old man gave an elaborate bowing salute that seemed more suited to a young foppish duelist than a grizzled veteran as Gallio passed by him and into the alleyway. He spoke to nobody in particular as Gallio made his way deeper into the passage. >"Glad to be of service."

>>1452 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 4: The Proposal >Gallio wasn't sure how long he had run down this cramped sidestreet, but even someone in his formidable shape had to stop eventually. >Half expecting to be overtaken from any number of directions, he sat down on an overturned barrel to rest. He figured there wasn't much he could do at present to stop any girl who found him like this. >But nobody came. Didn't they see him take this street? He waited for what felt like several long minutes until he was breathing evenly again. >Still nothing. Focusing hard, he began to listen. No more teasing catcalling voices and no more excited laughter. >The only sound he heard was the creaking of an old wooden door. As he turned in the direction of the noise golden light spilled into the street from a house several doors down. The door cracking open and closing again in the breeze. No other home in the small street had so far shown any signs of life. >Sunflowers arranged into a small wreath were affixed to the front, the modest display practically burning like a signal fire against the drab background of the dark alleyway. Nobody charged outside to grab him and no voice called to him from within. Gallio's skin prickled. He felt like the walls of the other houses were watching him. >Gallio wasn't sure about this and decided to walk back to the castle to take his chances there. >He froze about a minute into his walk and started to sweat despite his lack of exertion. >The sunflower door. It was in front of him now. Waiting for him. >This was unnerving, but Gallio was no coward. This time he cautiously jogged past the door and took a look inside. >A well appointed but modest kitchen stared back at him, full of furnishings but empty of people. Through the open glassless window he saw lit candles in their holders and could hear fire crackling in the wood stove on the other end of the room. >A table with what looked like a homespun cloth cover sat in the center of the room and close to the door. Gallio kept moving. >About a minute later, the very same sunflower door awaited him. >He told himself that Marzalot was a city where those who could wield life energy congregated. He had even seen a talented user of it up close tonight. That fit. >He reasoned someone had to be messing with his senses. That was likely the case here. >None of his logical attempts at explanation made being at the direct attention of such phenomena any less disconcerting.

>>1453 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 4: The Proposal >Gallio could do nothing else and so approached the threshold. The wafting scents of woodsmoke and sizzling meat beckoned him inside. >Only with an iron will did he stop from waltzing into the comforting warmth of the room, his foot halfway in the door before he mastered himself. Gallio's mouth watered and he realized now that he hadn't eaten since before the games earlier in the day. >Tentatively, he stuck a hand inside. Then his arm. Then his head. >"Hello?" >Nobody answered him. >Was he just being paranoid and intruding on some innocent person's home? >Gallio stepped fully inside. He would just have to explain his way out of it if he was. It's not like he was here to rob the place. His eyes were in short order drawn towards the stovetop where two steaks were searing with vegetables in a cast iron pan. >His stomach rumbled and he felt sleepy. All of the fatigue from the day of trials and night of action hit him like a sack of soft bricks. How pleasant this was...it was just too odd. >Gallio figured that maybe he should just climb out of the damned alley, but as he turned back towards the door he nearly jumped out of his boots. It was gone. >Not locked, not barred, but physically and entirely gone. A plain wall of wooden logs stared back at him. >Gallio shook away his disbelief and approached the wall. >He put his ear to it and began to rap on it with his knuckles, listening for a hollow sound. His hands felt against where he thought the doorknob once was. He even poked around for a secret keyhole, but there was nothing. Just solid unyielding wall. Like so many times before he once again felt judgemental eyes boring into his back. >This time however there was a source to his persistent feeling of being watched. A beautiful woman sat at the kitchen table as Gallio turned back around. Quiet and with reserved posture, she was seemingly content to watch Gallio as he tried to figure out what in the hells was going on. >For nearly an entire minute the two just stared at eachother from across the room. Gallio gawking while the woman smiled politely. >She had long blonde hair and large perky ears of the same color. Sky blue eyes glittered as she lit another candle and placed it onto the small kitchen table. She wore simple homespun robes and filled them out better than any woman Gallio had ever seen. A large fluffy tail tipped with white waved behind her head. >Gallio was a worldly man and he knew that this woman was a kitsune. One who bore the aspect of the fox. >He had heard from another man that the more tails they possessed generally indicated how powerful or wise that they were. Fox women were known to be tricky but she only had one tail. That meant she was likely inexperienced, and that most of this place was probably illusory. Maybe if he...

>>1454 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 4: The Proposal >"Are you hungry?" she asked. >"Yes." Gallio did a double take as she stood up and walked over to the stove, "What?" >She chose to ignore the confusion of his latter comment, "Oh my. How fortunate of a night to have prepared extra." >Why wasn't she...attacking him? >He was entirely trapped and this woman had to have been the architect of that. She just attended to the stove, humming softly as she worked. >Gallio sat down at the table and eyeballed the kitsune woman. He told himself it was to figure out what was going on, but the truth is she was incredibly appealing to him. >Her hair spilled down to her waist and had a small red ribbon tie near the bottom. It swayed soothingly from side to side as she reached up for something in the cupboards. >For just a few minutes, Gallio let himself go. He basked in the peace of this home and in the beauty of her presence, contest be damned. Sleep threatened to take him again but anticipation of a fresh homecooked meal kept him awake if not alert. >Her tail made a soft swishing sound against the fabric of her robes as it stood up to block most of her upper body and head from view. Gallio felt like he could sit at this table forever and need nothing else in his life. >An indeterminate amount of time later, her tail sank back to the floor. As it fell, Gallio's heart leapt into his throat. Sky blue eyes were staring directly into his hazel ones. >Before he could think of something to say she silently turned back to the food with a small smile. Just how long had she been looking at him like that? >Gallio resolved to make less of a fool out of himself. >"My name is Gallio. Thank you for your..." he lingered on his choice of words, recalling that he was technically trapped here, "...hospitality." >She replied cheerily, "Yes, i am aware." >Kitsune with single tails were generally regarded as airheaded and overconfident not smooth and controlling. >Gallio figured that she was simply putting on a smug front to impress him. He'd do like he did with the scylla earlier, he would take the offensive and put her off balance. Maybe he could even disrupt the illusion of this place by doing so. >He wore his best smile as he spoke to her back, "Might i have your name if you already know mine?" >"Oh my, so you have finally found your voice Gallio. You may call me Chikaru." He could hear the smile on her lips as she spoke, "It has been so long, you know?" >Gallio saw his chance, "Maybe you've been waiting on a man like me your entire life?" Chikaru turned to look at him again, this time not masking her gaze in any way. >"Oh my, perhaps there is something you desire more than dinner?" For a split second Gallio felt more than saw a predatory hunger in her eyes. >It was so brief that he barely could acknowledge it even being there, but any witty followup he had planned died on his lips. His last coherent thought was that this woman was dangerous. >He found that his eyes were locked onto hers and despite himself was entirely unable to look away from her beautiful face.

>>1455 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 4: The Proposal >An indeterminate amount of time passed before he came to his senses and he shook his head drunkenly to clear the fog that had settled there. Chikaru was smiling at him from across the table, her hands held politely in a low steeple. She gestured towards his meal, which now sat directly in front of him. >In his bleary state of mind mind Gallio saw no problem with this inexplicable time skip. >The plate was still steaming and full of the most appetizing food that Gallio had ever smelled. Manners, entrapment, and competition were all forgotten as he hurriedly tucked into the food set in front of him. >Chikaru had a content look on her face as he ate. She rested her elbows on the table and placed her chin in her hands, her tail wagging back and forth slowly. As he came close to polishing off the plate, she spoke. >"Are you enjoying my cooking, husband?" >"It's amazing, really!" replied Gallio, not really hearing what Chikaru had just said. >"Oh my, next time I will have to make more." >The fork fell from Gallio's hands and clattered to the table. >Did she just say what he thought she said? He was prepared for some aggressive love, but Chikaru took the concept to an entirely new level. >He began to reply, "But..." He could feel something soft brushing against his legs underneath the table. Chikaru laughed softly as he reflexively pulled away from her tail. >"But what, Gallio?" >Chikaru was so pretty that it bordered on unfair to the other women in the city. She filled him with a nervous anticipation that he had never felt before. She cooked the best damn dinner he'd ever tasted. But marriage? He had only known her for a handful of minutes! >"Chikaru, i can't just... I mean we can't just get hitched like this. We barely know eachother." >Before he knew it she was up and standing behind him while he sat. This was it, he knew that she was finally going to assault him. He exhaled in anticipation as her hands touched his shoulders and began luxuriantly kneading the tension out of them. >Gallio was relaxed almost into a stupor but he found himself somehow frustrated as her hands annoyingly stayed on his back and shoulders. >"Oh, but i do know you Gallio. And i'll make sure you have plenty of time to get to know me." Chikaru put her lips to his ears and whispered, "All you have to do is admit you want it." >The more he tried to ignore Chikaru's escalating physical contact, the closer she would get to him. Due to the frustrated tension she was building inside of him, Gallio finally asked the question that had been bothering him all night. He wanted to give in, he wanted to embrace her back, but the intense and unexpected commitment she desired held him from doing so. >"Why aren't you just... Jumping on me like all the other girls?" >Chikaru backed off from her flirtations and pulled Gallio to his feet by the arm. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Gallio felt like she was inordinately pleased with his response. >"You could say that i am possessed of quite..." She coyly covered her mouth with one hand as her large ears twitched cutely, "specific and unique tastes." Chikaru snapped her fingers. Another door appeared on the wall opposite the one Gallio had used earlier. >"You, Gallio. You have the honor of entertaining my interest. I insist that you at least stay the night." Chikaru linked her arm around Gallio's waist and pressed herself against him, "Perhaps...sleep on the decision? I promise should you decide to leave once morning arrives i will not stop you." Her blue eyes shimmered with mischief as she finished, "Unless that is you lose control before then." >The urge to give in was crashing against his mind. But now she had given him something to latch onto. A challenge. A goal. >"Ok. Just until morning?" >"Of course~."

>>1456 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 4: The Proposal >Gallio nodded his head as Chikaru led him through the new door. His eyes adjusted to the markedly dimmer starlit interior of a small but comfortable bedroom. >This time he wasn't as surprised when the doorway behind him winked out of existence. >Chikaru swayed her way in front of him before sitting down on the bed and untying her hair. Soft strands spilled out over her shoulders and onto the pillows of the bed as dim moonlight leaked through the shuttered windows. Striking against the darkness, it was as if she was the only thing visible in the room. She beckoned Gallio over as he eyed the chair adjacent to the closet. >"Come now, it wouldn't be an honorable contest if you just avoided me, right? Lay with me and experience my company." Her ears went flat and she raised an eyebrow before finishing with, "Or must i come and retrieve you?" >Chikaru held out her hand, "I promise i won't do anything you don't want me to~." >Gallio approached and took her hand. She gently guided him down into the soft bed as they laid opposite eachother. Chikaru was so close to him that he could see the starlit sheen on her parted lips. Could see how her full, pale body was nearly spilling out of her robes. >Chikaru inched closer to Gallio, "Isn't this...relaxing?" >Gallio replied before turning his back to her, rigid in more ways than one and completely red in the face. "Yes. Yes! Uh, thank you. Good night!" Forget his plans to fluster her, he could barely think straight. >Chikaru began to pout. >"Hey, turn back around. I can't say goodnight to your back now can I?" Gallio tried to ignore her, but Chikaru wouldn't let up. >He felt her tail slide across his legs as her fingertips traced along the side of his chest. "Come now, please? Just for a moment?" >Gallio relented and turned around to face Chikaru again. Immediately she pressed the full beauty and weight of her body as close as possible against his. In one fluid motion her arms wrapped around his back and she hooked one leg over his as her soft tail enveloped the two of them under the covers. She looked into his eyes from inches away with parted lips. >"Good night~. Be sure to wake me if you...need something, ok?" >Chikaru nuzzled her face against Gallio's chest and settled in for the night with a happy sigh. He knew she could feel how excited he was as she pressed against him, but she was frustratingly keeping to her word of waiting for him to be the one to do something. >Gallio felt like he was being swept away in an inexorable tide. >At first he had no idea where to put his hands, eventually giving up and just hugging her back. Chikaru sighed happily and wiggled her way even closer at his inevitable touch. >Thoughts that maybe marriage wouldn't be so bad began creeping into his head. He managed to push them away, for now. He just needed to last the night. >Tired as he was from dancing in the palm of Chikaru's hand, eventually Gallio managed to fall asleep.

>>1457 Well fuck, this is disturbingly close to my own fantasies regarding kitsune marriage entrapment I had after discovering MGQ and monster girls, to the point I'm scared. Looking forward to the next chapters, though I cannot imagine him going out of this unmarried, it's like poor guy got pulled into a psychological horror just so the fox can get hitched.

>>1458 and also pic related is the face I imagined the fox had when she was doing all that bullshit

>>1458 I would reply more substantially but do not want to chance across spoileys. Thanks though, people liking these further motivates me to keep making them. It's been a ton of fun so far.

>>1457 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 5: The Day After >Marina sat up in bed, raising muscled arms above horned head and stretching away the stiffness of deep, satisfied sleep. >She could hear Lucius next to her snoring like a bear and heedless of the midday sunlight shining in through the windows. >Marina watched him sleep, tracing a finger along his chiselled arms and remembering just how strong his hands were. >Butterflies danced in her stomach as Marina recalled what she did with him last night. >It was hard enough to believe that he was hers last night, but Marina found it even more surprising that in her heart she was still his even now. >There had been other men in her past, to be sure, and somewhat pleasant memories remained of her encounters with them. But no man had ever come close to making her feel this odd sense of lingering affection like Lucius had. >Looking down at Lucius she had no doubts that a man of his quality had been with more petite and beautiful women than her in his past. Probably lots of them. >For the first time she felt... strangely inadequate at her imagined competition. It was upsetting to think about. >The physical strength and body she was so proud of suddenly felt clumsy and ugly to her. >Marina wanted to talk to him about all sorts of things even though she had no idea of what to say, but was too afraid to wake him up. Too afraid to see what he would think after waking up next to her. >To an outside observer she imagined the scene would be comical. A near giant minotaur woman rendered timid and insecure by the mere thought of a man's opinion. >She got up out of bed. Lucius certainly wasn't going anywhere for a while, she hoped, and a walk through the city would clear her head. After standing she approached a small chest sitting up on a shelf and pulled from it a wrapped bundle. >Marina held in her large hands the heraldric sleeve she had never thought would have a use, the one she would offer to a man who she wanted to be with for more than just a single night. >She looked to the sleeping form of Lucius and her mighty hands trembled. Gnawing doubts assailed her. What if he didn't want it? What if he had seen a cuter girl before she had crudely wrestled him into her house? >Lucius seemed to like it then, but what if he now that he could see her in the light of day had second thoughts? >Marina felt like it was the ugliest thing in the world and suddenly couldn't bear to look at it. She threw it down on the nightstand in disgust and hurried out of the bedroom. >She would deal with these foreign and unsettling emotions later.

>>1469 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 5: The Day After >Deflating but feeling a little better with some distance, Marina walked out of the bedroom and regarded the results of a night of unruly passion. >The living room and nearly all of the furniture in it was damaged to varying degrees. >The small coffee table was smashed to the floor, it's wooden legs splayed out and cracked. >Marina reached up to touch her curved horns as she regarded an armchair with a cushion bearing several puncture marks. >Items of clothing rested hap-hazardly all over the room where they had been thrown. >A smile wormed it's way onto her face as she saw where Lucius' hands had cracked the wooden doorframe. >Even if Lucius decided to leave, that was the single best night of mending that Marina had ever participated in. >It would definitely take a purse full of coins and some serious work to take care of all this, and the carpenter she frequented would be angry with her again; of that much Marina was certain. Deciding that she would at least gather up what remained of Lucius' clothing for him, Marina began to tidy up. >She left Lucius' things in a neat little bundle on top of the broken coffee table where he would be sure to see them before stepping outside. The courtyard statue of Harald and Lydia always made her feel at peace and so she decided to go there first. After the yearly festivities it was sure to be deserted and would make a wonderful place to stop and sort her thoughts out. >She could not have known how wrong she was >Several wheeled carts laden with what looked like supplies wrapped in fine cloth nearly slammed into Marina as she stepped outside, the men guiding them barely glancing at her as they ran full tilt down the street. >An army of officials draped in the black and crimson finery of the city argued loudly with eachother as they followed after the strange procession. >Marina could see more and more wagons making their way out of the castle and towards the center of town. Soldiers both men and women seemed to be everywhere, some of them half armored and still in their sleepwear. >Marina sensed danger and cursed her lazy dalliances. Was Marzalot under attack? She grabbed the nearest guardsman by his arm to stop him and he nearly lost his footing. The man was clearly very young, nervous, and green behind the ears. He shrank away from Marina's impressive stature before realizing who she was. >"Uh, excuse me! But...I mean Yes! Ma'am!" >Marina smiled and released him. >"Calm down, you're doing fine." Her face hardened. "Is the city threatened?" >"No, no, we can handle it! My sergeant said that a fire, or wait no, he said 'the fire is still going' in the statue courtyard. Something like that. I figure we're all rushing to put it out ma'am." >Marina grabbed the kid by his shoulders firmly and looked right at him. >"Be very specific. Did he say that THE fire was still going. Or that there WAS a fire?" >The recruit looked small again. "The, the. Definitely the." >She dismissed the poor kid and sent him on his way. He sprinted off to a small group of men and women who were ostensibly his peers and began animatedly pointing towards Marina. >However she had no time to entertain a gaggle of lost recruits. Not right now. Not with a statue fire still burning on the day after. >"What's going on Marina?" He yawned loudly, "There more games today?" >It was Lucius. He was awake.

>>1470 Current Story: Mending Night Chapter 5: The Day After >Marina whirled around as he spoke, temporarily forgetting her immediate responsibilities. >Her heart hammered wildly and she had absolutely no idea what to say to him. As she looked at Lucius, her vision swam. He was wearing the sleeve she had abandoned in her earlier fit of disgust. >"But you! Why are you wearing that!" >"Was i not supposed to?" Lucius looked genuinely confused, "Didn't you leave this out for me?" >Marina stammered and stood there rigid, unable to speak. Lucius approached her as concern wiped the sleep from his eyes. >"Are you feeling ok? What's wrong, Mari?" >Marina picked Lucius up and hugged him to her as a wave relief and fear crashed over her at the same time. >"You stupid idiot!" She squeezed him tight enough to break the ribs of a lesser man as she cried on his shoulder, "Don't you know you could have your pick of the prettiest girls in the city?" >Marina didn't care if the recruits saw her like this, "I'm just a big slab of.. Of dumb muscle!" >Her heart skipped as Lucius began to laugh. She knew it. Lucius was laughing at her. He thought she was ugly and just good for a story and a one night stand. He would leave her. He... >"Those skinny little women? They'd break in half like twigs. Not like you, Mari." >Marina hiccuped through her tears, "What?" >"I might be thick-headed." Lucius laughed, "But i think i need to be, to be good enough for a girl like you." >Despite her tears, Marina laughed a little. >"But even a dense man like me knows what these colors mean. I wanted to wear them, Mari. I'm proud of them. You should be too." >Marina and Lucius held eachother. The two impressive figures solitary and still together as the bustling chaos continued to build in the streets around them. >Her fear was gone and in it's place there was a new feeling. One that she wanted to last forever. She whispered only two words to Lucius as they embraced. >"Thank you," >Minutes later, Marina set Lucius back down on the ground. He slipped a hand around her waist and she giggled appreciatively. >Lucius smiled up at her, "So now that we're both on the same page, Mari." >He gestured towards the increasingly thick crowds of men and monster women. "What in the hells is going on?" >Marina looked down at herself and then to Lucius. >The two of them each smelled of the other's sweat and their clothes were torn and dirty. >Their hair was matted and plastered to their respective faces. >"Oh hell, Lucius! We need to get dressed NOW. We're going to be in so much trouble if we're late!" She pulled him by the arm towards the castle. >"Mari, my travelling clothes are back at the inn. We're going the wrong way." Marina shook her head as she looked back at him. >"Nuh uh. Those tattered things would be an insult. You're coming with me." >She raised an eyebrow in appraisal as she fussed over his image, "You need a shave. And when's the last time you cut your hair?" >Lucius was happy to see that her confidence had returned as he cheekily replied. "I prefer an all natural look." >"Not today you don't mister gladiator." retorted Marina. >"You still haven't told me what's going on, Mari." >She huffed with impatience, "Just come on, I'll tell you as we go!" >And so they went.

For anyone who's reading along, i keep wanting to add more as i go. You'll know this one is done when i throw a nice "The end" on the post or write out an epilogue. I think this will be the third time that i have said "just two more chapters."

>>1472 Finished reading the latest part, it's good and changing perspective to the other pair helped keep things fresh, but you definitely need to wrap it up soon. The initial premise was better suited for something shorter, it does give a feeling that it was extended somewhere in the middle.

>>1473 >>1471 I think you'll find it worth the wait my friend. Current story, mending night Chapter 6: Endless night >Gallio woke from sleep with a tickle induced sneeze caused by the soft ears of his kitsune kidnapper. >Chikaru remained fitfully astride Gallio, clinging to him securely even after what he assumed was a full night of sleep. >Feeling better than he had in weeks but still groggy after the surprise wakeup call, Gallio reached around to unlace Chikaru's fingers from his back. >As delicately as was possible he disentangled himself from her arms, not wanting to admit he felt a little colder as her warmth was pushed away. >Taking one last look at her sleeping face, Gallio began to roll away and out of bed. Bedsprings abruptly voiced their displeasure at the shift in weight. Gallio braced himself as Chikaru made a small noise of annoyance in response. >In retrospect he thought it foolish of him, expecting to simply walk away. >Gallio was now laying on his back with Chikaru's lightly snoring face pressed against his cheek. The kitsune woman now straddled atop him rather than clinging to him from the side. Gallio realized that she was somehow still asleep as her arms loosely fell on either side of him. >His hands sought Chikaru's hips to move her off of him but as he grabbed hold he just couldn't. Urges to just go back to sleep and wait for Chikaru to wake up with him were rolling over him like an avalanche. >Rather than getting out from under Chikaru, Gallio simply held her to him for a while and felt her heart beat against his. One more minute, that was all... >"Huh?" >How long had he been laying there under her? Chikaru continued to treat him like a pillow but with the addition of her tail somehow curling itself around the back of his head like a scarf. It was amazing, and Gallio felt like he was falling under some kind of spell. Logic lept from one casual comparison into frightened guesswork. >Illusion was one thing, but the thought of potential compulsion scared him more than a little. Did he really feel attraction to her this...severely? He pushed Chikaru's shoulders back and once again rolled away but this time without regards to waking her. >He had to admit the view was captivating as the two abruptly swapped positions. Be it through means arcane or natural Gallio could not shake his attraction to her. >He hovered over her somehow still sleeping form, arms to her sides while her chest spilled out from her robes. Hesitating for just a moment was all the time needed for Chikaru's tail to begin pressing down on his back. >Before being forced into another sleepy snuggle Gallio stood up from the bed at long last. >Keeping a careful distance lest Chikaru get grabby again, Gallio felt compelled to cover her shivering form back up with one of the blankets. Having grown used to the feeling of her body, he rubbed his arms in the now chilly air. >It was too dark to see much of anything as Gallio walked over toward the shuttered window. He lacked surprise at seeing it entirely closed, assuming that Chikaru somehow sealed it while the two slept. >Shock came back to him when he opened the shutters. Darkly peaceful evening air mocked him as it blew into the room. >Did they both sleep for an entire day? No, that was not possible. >All of his instincts screamed at him that what his eyes told him, and what his body felt, were wrong. >He turned around knowing what he would see. >Chikaru was already sitting up in bed, tail wagging in practiced metronome as she watched him quietly. Her clothes looked clean pressed and her hair was entirely unruffled by their night together. >"You tricked me."

>>1487 Current story, mending night Chapter 6: Endless night >She cocked her head slightly and smiled warmly as her eyes shimmered in the dim light. >"You continue to surpass my expectations, Gallio." She stood up and walked to him. "Don't worry, all this means is that we've more time together." >Cheerfully Chikaru linked his arm with hers. Gallio let her lead him out of the bedroom as the door rematerialized, "Have you yet reconsidered marriage?" >"Do i have a choice?" Chikaru laughed at his comment, but there was no malice in it. She was genuinely thrilled. >"Oh my, that is the entire point. However as your wife-to-be it is my duty to ensure you make the correct decision." >The two walked arm in arm down a twisting series of halls that seemed too long for the homey structure they snaked through. Gallio knew Chikaru revelled in his reaction to her illusions. >"Would some post-sleep exercise improve your mood, husband?" >"Chikaru..." Gallio began, before being quickly interrupted. >"Oh, fine. Very well. But the offer still stands..." She smiled up at him with just a hint of visible cheek, "my fiance." >Well, it was a step in the right direction. Sort of. He let it slide. >"I'm not sure what you might mean by exercise." >Chikaru tut-tutted him, wagging a finger as she replied. "How audacious! You are lucky i am willing to tolerate such perverse inclinations in my suitors." >Gallio groaned at her obvious amusement as she led him to an ornate set of double doors. The pair opened them together and stepped inside. >The room was massive and mostly empty save for small racks of equipment attached to the walls. A large chalk circle dominated the center of the room and told Gallio of it's nature. >"An arena?" >Chikaru released his arm and approached the nearest rack of weapons. She selected a wooden staff with cloth tied around both ends and tossed it to Gallio. >"Of course. Exercising together is important for a healthy relationship." Acting as if she had just thought of something, she added, "But of course my Gallio loves his contests." She picked up another staff and turned to face him, looking fairly ridiculous as she brandished it at him. "If you win, i will release you from your word. You will be able to go if you so wish." >He twirled his own staff and laughed despite himself. >"You can't expect me to believe this will be a fair contest. How do i know you won't just cheat?" >"Darling i would never cheat on you." She smirked and began backing away to the circle's center, "But, if you insist I will promise you. There will be no glamours or illusions within the ring during our fun. Whoever is displaced from the circle is the loser." >Gallio gave her a hard stare. His mind churned as he considered her words for possible deceit. This seemed an offer she couldn't worm her way out of and he was confident of his skills in melee. >He wouldn't hurt her if he could help it, but he definitely wouldn't lose. Feeling that she had made a mistake for the first time, Gallio made his way into the arena. >"I accept. But i won't go easy on you." >Chikaru gave a toothy smile as he stepped into the ring. >"Oh, before we begin, i did promise no illusions here, did i not?" She snapped her fingers. Gallio had a bad feeling about this seemingly innocuous statement. He looked around the arena and around the room, but everything seemed the same. After a minute his gaze came back to Chikaru who had not moved from her position at the center of the ring. >Gallio counted out loud under his breath, "Two...Three...Four...Five...Six... SIX?!" >Chikaru had six tails.

>>1488 Current story, mending night Chapter 6: Endless night >It hit him like a bolt to the skull. >Her forceful and aristocratic demeanor. >Her relentless and constantly layered trickery. >His total inability to put her off balance for even a second. >No wonder Gallio could find no overt deception in this latest challenge. Chikaru had this time been deceiving him with the truth. This entire night she let him think that this place was some kind of illusion that he could figure out. Honest and precisely abiding by her words she had disabled the sneakiest mask -the one woven around herself- the moment he accepted the challenge. >Tremendous pressure spilled outwards from Chikaru while visibly she was little different. Once unmasked of her true nature and knowing that they were about to spar, her mere presence caused Gallio's instincts to revolt. They were screaming at him to flee like a scared animal. She took a single step forward and it took all of his will to not take one backwards. >Chikaru spoke to him as she approached, "It has been so very long." She took up a combat stance with her staff, her tails seeming to stare at Gallio, "Do not dare disappoint me now." >Charitable notions of taking it easy on a foolish girl were dashed as Gallio began the hardest battle of his entire life. Chikaru moved with a speed that defied her petite form and wasted no time with warmups or further taunting and while she wielded a cloth wrapped staff her eyes held steel. >Whistling blows resounded throughout the room as Gallio was swiftly beaten backwards by the vigor in her assault. Tails of golden blonde danced enticingly in his face and at the corners of his vision as they fought, deliberately distracting Gallio and slowing his reactions. >After taking a myriad of glancing hits to the body he saw his chance as Chikaru pushed towards him yet again. Parrying a low strike aimed at his stomach, he then angled his staff downwards and jabbed at Chikaru's feet. Gallio's smile filled with adrenaline as he saw his play work, her feet tripping up and leaving the floor. She would fall. >Any second now. >Why wasn't this working? >Retaliation came within moments, her staff lashing out in an attempt to connect with Gallio's temple. Parrying it wasn't possible and so he was forced to jump away from her. Bracing herself with all six of her tails revealed Chikaru to still be upright despite having clearly lost her footing. >Grinning, she quite literally bounced back to her feet and made her way towards Gallio. >It was at this moment things changed for him. Fighting her as a normal opponent would only cause him to lose. >No, she was far too wily to be fooled by tricks that would work well on others and Gallio conceded to admiring her for it. >From their time together she seemed to like tricking him just for the sake of it and enjoyed it even more when Gallio was aware of it happening. Chikaru had also likely been observing his arena fights the previous day. >So what if he just stopped trying to outfox her?

>>1489 Current story, mending night Chapter 6: Endless night >Wrapped staff met flesh as her next strike hit Gallio hard on the thigh. Deep, dull pain that Gallio barely felt at present but would later regret radiated from the hit. He was far too busy enjoying the mask of confusion on Chikaru's face as she landed what should have been an easily turned strike. >Fluffy ears twitched as Gallio pushed forward, grabbing a fistful of her distracting tails rather than swinging his staff like Chikaru expected. >She spun her own weapon and jabbed at his shoulder as Gallio pulled her tail to bring her even closer to him. Another direct hit slammed into him but with only half as much force. >Being so close meant that her swings couldn't pick up nearly the daunting speed that they had previously. >Gallio stuck his wounded leg between her thighs and threw down his weapon, grabbing her by the waist with intent to just bodily carry the elusive kitsune out of the ring. >Chikaru looked absolutely thrilled as he grabbed hold of her. Gallio had taken a serious beating while she remained mostly unharmed, but now her weapon was stuck between them with nowhere to go. >He was going to win. He kept on thinking that as her eyes began to sparkle. >Chikaru of course waited until the very last few steps. >She wanted to make sure she was about to actually lose before she won. >Cerulean wisps of energy manifested between Gallio and Chikaru, their small size not at all relative to their strength. >It felt to Gallio like a ballista bolt the size of a horse had passed within inches of his skin when they shot past him. >He careened across the arena and far out of the circle, rolling until he came to rest in a confused heap against the far wall. Checking himself for wounds, he found that they were superficial. >Sense came back to Gallio quickly and he realized yet again he had taken the bait. Chikaru had of course said nothing about forms of magic other than illusion. >A few feet to his right the wall was shattered by the force of the blast. Shattered timbers and bits of plaster bloomed outwards into the street and he could smell the open night air wafting into the room. >Being carried in the wake of the blast had also put many yards of distance between Chikaru and him. >He could try to escape. >Chikaru was content to stand in the arena, merely watching as Gallio stood up. >Anger darkened her imperious features. >Anger he had never seen before. >In the face of her wrath, Gallio simply stood up on uncertain legs and walked back to Chikaru. His head held high but his eyes downcast. >"I keep to my word. You win." He looked up, preparing to glare back at her, "For now at least, I'll...stay..." he trailed off as he locked eyes with Chikaru. >Rather than upset, she was red in the face and breathing heavily as her six tails wagged and jerked furiously behind her.

>>1490 Current story, mending night Chapter 6: Endless night >All of her curated regality had been stripped away at Gallio's last actions. Eyes of deep blue were practically glowing with a depth of desire that he felt it was impossible for him to know. In a flash she knocked him from his feet and broke his fall with her tails as she followed him down in an embrace. >"Chikaru, you said...!" >She cut him off with a kiss as one of her tails covered his eyes. When her lips broke free of his, she responded in a throaty voice that trembled with excitement. >"Indeed i did, but I never said what I would take..." She gasped before continuing, "When i won this second contest." >Gallio tore her tail from his eyes and realized that the two were back in the very same bedroom where they had first slept together. Chikaru sat upright and astride him on the bed. With evident impatience she tried to remove his tunic before simply slicing it open with one of her nails instead. Chikaru tried the same with her robes but they proved more resilient. >"They always fail!" >She began trying to snap her fingers but kept failing to do so in her needy haste. Her eyes never left Gallio's face as she continued to speak. >"All men who come to me lose their mind! Or break their honor! Or they're just dimwit FOOLS!" >Gallio marvelled as random pieces of bedroom decor vanished and reappeared as Chikaru tried and failed to direct her magic. >"But you!" >Her robes, and everything else she might have been wearing, vanished as she finally managed to snap her fingers properly. Gallio let himself be enthralled by her shapely body and manic pacing. He was far from caring anymore and reached up to grab her bare hips. >Chikaru plastered herself against him as her tails curled around and squeezed his arms, legs, and shoulders simultaneously. It was impossible to remain calm and Gallio felt himself stand to attention almost immediately. His fingers roughly massaged the base of her tails and Chikaru shivered in appreciation. >"It. Has. Been. So. LONG!" She spoke each word as if drunk at the realization. >She may have been the one to give in to her desire first but the tension she had cultivated between the two of them was now an unstoppable tsunami. >Chikaru directed Gallio inside of her and ground against him almost violently. The feeling was indescribable as she rode him down into the bed. >Much like when Chikaru had tempted him while feigning being asleep, Gallio twisted his body as she rode atop him, elliciting a yelp of surprise from the Kitsune woman. >Chikaru squealed in delight as she fell onto her back and he kneeled between her legs, ears twitching rapidly as her tails encouraged him deeper and deeper inside of her. Chikaru latched onto Gallio with her arms and whispered wordlessly into his ear as she kissed his neck. >Before long their tandem movements became erratic. Gallio could feel her tightening around him as she cried out in pure ecstatic bliss, feeling slight pain as she bit his shoulder to quiet her voice. >Her legs locked around him as she reached orgasm and at this point it was too much to handle. He erupted inside of her and nearly collapsed in her embrace at the sheer scope of the feeling. >It was perfect. >But when he looked into her needy eyes he knew that it was not nearly over. >Suddenly the endless night didn't seem like a problem in the slightest.

>>1491 Current story, mending night Chapter 6: Endless night >Once more Gallio woke up with Chikaru, except this time she was the one securely wrapped in his arms. Cocooned together by Chikaru's fluffy tails the two exhausted lovers basked in the morning sunlight now peeking through the bedroom window. >Unkempt and exhausted as she was, her face rested open mouthed against his chest and she snored contentedly against him. >He didn't know until now that this woman could actually get tired. Gallio stroked her hair as he listened to the sounds of the city outside, figuring that, at last, she had given up on whatever glamour she had been maintaining for him. >"You know, there was indeed one thing i lied to you about, Gallio." She spoke to him in a soft voice without opening her eyes. >He laughed, "And what would that be?" He really wasn't surprised at this point. He didn't think she'd ever stop it with the tricks. >Chikaru's eyes peeked open and she looked at him almost sheepishly, "About our marriage..." >She walked her fingers up and down his leg somewhat nervously, "I never could have forced you into accepting. My family...I mean, the city... Such things are not allowed anymore." >"So it was just another game, then?" >"No!" She shouted, before quieting down with a reddened face, "No. In truth I now desire us to be connected more than all else." >Chikaru's tone regained some of it's imperious confidence as she added, "And I demand you give proper response to my proposal this instant!" She pulled herself closer to his face as she awaited his answer. >"Aren't you a spoiled little princess?" >"...I'm not spoiled." Chikaru's ears flattened out as she pouted. "And i'll have you know that I won't give up so easily even if you say no!" >Gallio grinned widely, "Then i better say yes." Chikaru flushed with optimism at his single word answer. >"Really? Are you sure that you wish to?" She pulled closer, "You will promise to me!" >Ironic. The woman who had pulled the fluff over his eyes too many times to count -both literally and figuratively- while demanding to be his wife was now second guessing his agreement to the idea. He nodded his head to reassure the poor girl and she clapped her hands together. >"Ah! Now you shall have the honor of bearing my colors!" With a flick of the wrist a small bundle materialized between the two of them. Chikaru unwrapped it to reveal an exquisitely woven heraldric sleeve of sunflowers on a field of crimson, bordered by solid lines of black. She tied it to his left arm and kissed Gallio on the cheek. >"Of course you are disallowed from ever removing it, dear husband." She smiled with just a pinch of her earlier manic demeanor, "I will surely know if you do." >Finding out what would happen if he were to take it off was not something Gallio would ever think to try. >As they lay together as husband and wife for the first time, a burning question rose to his mind. >"Chikaru?" >"Yes?" >"What would have happened if i had somehow failed to meet your expectations?" >"Oh, my." The kitsune woman just stared at him with a small smile on her face. >"You know what? Forget i even asked."

>>1492 There is a bit more likely coming tomorrow in the form of an epilogue to tie up some of the plot points, but this is the official end of the current story. Hope you all had some fun reading it. Holy damn mofu is a hell of a drug.

>>1493 Very nice representation of kitsune trickery in that part, again this is how I imagined mingling with the vulpine devils goes. Have you considered uploading this to some dedicated site like touchfluffytail.org? It has really grown bigger than usual *chan writefagging

>>1504 I actually had no idea where to put stuff like these as i've never attempted writing monster girl stuff before doing it here. I'll check that site out, if you know of any other places i would be glad to hear of them.

>>1509 There's also https://archiveofourown.org/ It's the biggest site for writings, though it seems to be more focused on derivative works so you might want to check if they accept original settings. You could also post your stories on pastebin and repost the links in 4chan monster girl threads, could get you additional audience and feedback this way. The /d/ monster girl thread would be your best bet for a start, /jp/ monster girl thread is the biggest one, but you'd have to be aware of the local taboos, like girls having sex with other men before is a big no-no there.

>>1511 Thanks for the heads up on the JP thread. I'm not exactly willing to edit things out of my stories for that reason, but i might post a little warning for Marina's side arc or something if people don't want to see that, as minor as it is. Her second part mostly was a setup for the epilogue and some development in case i wanted to write more with her in the future.

>>1513 Try the /d/ thread first, they seem more relaxed in general. /jp/ is very unpredictable when it comes to non-MGE settings they have a problem with resident trouble makers using any opportunity to stir shit up, a warning might not be enough and the negativity might discourage you. For that place, the elf story might be a better choice for a debut - I don't think there's anything in it that could trigger someone.

>>1515 I think i just might, that and the Kitsune one i wrote originally are pretty innocuous. I mostly agree with the JP thread in that pretty much everything i write is based on romance at the end of the day, so not trying to sneak weird bullshit in on people or anything like that. As an aside, pastebin flagged my post as a naughty boy post. Can you see this link even though i had to post it as private? https://pastebin.com/TVE5CWwe

>>1516 Oh shit I forgot, pastebin went full retard and scans for lewd. Can't see what's in the link, says it's private. Try one of the alternatives, I found https://www.toptal.com/developers/hastebin and https://textbin.net/

>>1515 And i did forget - i already posted the elf story on /d/, but came back here since i didn't want to flood the thread with what i imagined was going to stay as greentexts. I think i'll go with the pastebin for now as long as it isn't shadowbanning me or something.

>>1519 >flood the thread with what i imagined was going to stay as greentexts That's why people most often put their stories on archives or bins, it's just an unnobstructive link that only interested people will use and others can ignore. Though it's not an issue here where we have dedicated threads for such things

>>1520 REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I will find something. But man.

>>1521 Kek what in the actual fuck, I thought it was just pastebin being faggots. Try https://rentry.co/, it's already used for the games collection with all kinds of lewd names in it, so it's probably free from this censorship bullshit.

>>1522 i went through a few options, but it really is shitty out there for stories of the type i'm writing. I went and made a gat damn deviantart, which i surprisingly like. Their interface is super easy to use but it requires an account to log in and see what i posted, so i can't share here. Pretty fuckin' annoying. Until i figure something out, i'll stick to storyposting here and probably on the deviantart. Maybe toss screencaps of my more bite-sized stories into other threads.

>>1522 Alright, Rentry seems to be the best option. I'm going to start doing those now. Thanks for the help and suggestions my man.

>>1493 Is an epilogue still in the works?

>>1965 Actually yeah, there is. Got a new job and some other jank after i figured out posting stuff and just lost the flow of thangs. Should not be too long.

Any advice for writing? I really wanna write myself, and I've written some scenes for a friend's game, but I feel like I'm too lacking to make some full-fledged story/project myself. I feel fairly decent at dialogue, but things like detailed descriptions are something I just can't really wrap my head around. It doesn't feel like there are a lot of ways you can write "pp rub?!?!" and keep it unique.

>>1996 I tend to write out who a character or characters are, and the world they're in. This is all erotica/romance stuff at the end of the day, but developing the characters satisfies more when the act happens, because it has a reason to happen. There are also many ways to describe something seemingly routine. IF you find yourself repeating, try describing how what is happening to X character feels, rather than what is actually happening. The reader can put it together in their head what is causing that feeling without you spelling it out.

>I really wanna write Go for it! Writing can be a fun hobby. >I feel like I'm too lacking to make some full-fledged story/project Practice doesn’t make perfect, but your ability to create engaging stories will improve as long as you keep writing fiction. Even if you feel you aren’t good enough, your readers may enjoy what you write. Keep it mind that you can improve a story by a lot by revising it multiple times. If you plan on releasing a project commercially, I’d recommend paying for an editor after you’re done revising the script yourself.

I forgot to include >>1996 I mean, I did that on purpose to demonstrate the importance of revising what you write.

Could I maybe make a request of a short lewd fic of a gentle, nursing fox and a virgin anon?

>>1492 >>1504 >>1965 Only 45 days or so late, lol, but hopefully i'll be posting new content a little more regularly now that i've gotten things back into a routine. I'll slap a rentry link to fully finished stories i think, but i rather enjoy my massive greentexts while finishing them out. This one will be finished tonight. Current story, Mending Night Epilogue >A warmth which came not from the smokey wood stove filled the kitchen with it's heady incense. Gallio, having recently finished enjoying Chikaru's cooking for the second time, found it just as palatable when not under a mentally suggestive glamour. >Strong fingers rolled inbetween them the stem of a flower as he watched Chikaru in idle appreciation from his seated position at the table. An aura of self assured grace filled her the morning after, even when performing a task as mundane as cleaning silverware. >Chikaru was an industrious woman. After waking and prior to breakfast she had vehemently insisted on laundering his clothing through means of magic that Gallio had little understanding and even less trust of, though he did register the lack of ingrained stink on his tunic and boots for the first time in literal years after she was done. >"I can help with that, you know." offered Gallio. A tinkle of laughter greeted his attempt at polite assistance. >"That would not be proper." replied Chikaru as she half turned to face him, her face glowing with a genuine smile. "If you want to help, do something more suited to your rather large size and get more wood for the stove." A small shooing flick of her wrist indicated that Gallio should step outside. >He placed the flower back in it's vase and stood up from the table. Some good old fashioned physical errand work was something he definitely could do. >Gallio gingerly touched the sunflower door, his fingers lingering on it's shape as he remembered how it beckoned him inside the night before. Remembered how it vanished once he had crossed through it. >For less than a moment an unreasonable panic seized him at the thought. >Would he be greeted with a cold stone wall after leaving this place? >"Oh my. I assure you we are beyond such cheap tricks now, Dear." >Gallio was getting used to Chikaru's eerily accurate sense of knowing. >It actually sort of made him feel better as he pushed open the door and stepped out into a sprawling verdant paradise, the beauty of which blunted the shock he felt at it's presence. Flowered ivy clung to stone walls chiselled with grooves specially suited for controlled growth. A fish said hello, breaking the clear water of a small pond which lay a handful of steps from the home. >To further enhance the more natural illusion were small copses of trees and bushes painstakingly planted inside the perimeter of stone walls, with a small dirt path leading presumably back into the city proper. The wood pile sat in the shade provided by some of the trees, an old axe sitting atop it. >Gallio turned around after taking in the impressive sight of a forested alcove somehow hidden amidst the stone walls of Marzalot. He told himself it wasn't to make sure the sunflower door had remained but relief still flowed through him when he found that it did. >"Chikaru..." Gallio groaned before being summarily interrupted. >The chipper voice of his kitsune fiance floated through an open window, "I said cheap, Gallio. That guise in particular was rather expensive to maintain." >He smirked back at her as he saw an opening, "All this for my benefit, then?" >"Such pride," taunted Chikaru, "Befits my chosen partner. But no, I simply enjoy privacy when such can be afforded to me."

>>2100 Current story: Mending Night Epilogue Continued >Gallio crossed his arms, "Quite the princess aren't you? To have your own private kingdom, eh?" >Chikaru's large ears visibly twitched, "Don't call me that!" Her face reddened as Gallio gawked in stunned surprise at the outburst. "My name is Chikaru!" To see her lose composure so openly was a rarity which begged to be exploited. He implored her with a dramatic hand to his chest while the other he held out to her. >"Never again, my lady! On my honor as a knight!" spoke Gallio in his best attempt at sounding overly chivalrous. >Rather than replying with words, Chikaru huffed haughtily and pulled closed the window shutters with an audible clunk. Victory had never tasted so sweet, but Gallio figured he should go cut firewood before he really got her going. >He hefted the old axe sitting atop the woodpile and began to cut logs into blocks suitable for use in the stove. The repetitive and time consuming task gave him time to think. Chikaru really didn't like it when he had referenced her clearly evident wealth. >At first he had been joking with her, but this small paradise had probably cost a large sum when he really took in the magnitude of it. It would be easy for a man to feel inadequate at this realization, but Gallio wasn't without means of making his own living should it come down to it. Pride would disallow him from simply doing nothing and accepting the resources that this woman clearly commanded. Maybe her wealth was why Chikaru had her home appear in a dingy alleyway when they first met, as some further test. >Who knew how women, especially women who could wield life energy to such degree, thought. >Gallio decided that the what was more important than the why in this case and so resolved to apologize for his goading as he hefted a pile of wood towards the home. He lept back in surprise as the door swung open to meet him, his cargo and words spilling out in a disorganized heap. >"Chikaru, uh, I'm..." >Chikaru strode up to Gallio and took his arm in hers. She didn't seem angry at all. That was good. Maybe. >"It is fine. Forget the stove. It is about time we go into town, I should think." She let out a pretty sigh, "Come, walk with me." >Apologetics were entirely unnecessary between the two of them as they walked in companionable silence that dissolved any potential tension. >Gallio admired the midday scenery as Chikaru leaned against him ever so slightly, her tails swaying softly behind her. >Grassy dirt in short order gave way to paved cobblestone as they progressed closer to the civilization which so surrounded them. A small white-furred rabbit watched the couple's progress for several long moments before nervously skittering away from them. >Gallio knew the foot traffic in a city the size of Marzalot was unforgiving to people let alone small animals, and so he wished the poor thing luck if it happened to get lost in them. As if in response to his thoughts it turned to face him. Beady black eyes regarded him one last time at a bend in the path before the creature finally vanished from his sight. >"How do you keep that little thing safe in here?" asked Gallio. >"Hmm?" >"You didn't see it? The white rabbit." >Chikaru cocked an eyebrow at him, "The only pets i keep are fish for the pond, Gallio."

>>2101 Current story: Mending Night Epilogue Continued >He was not at all shocked when Chikaru decided to disappear. >As soon as the couple reached the city proper the fox woman planted a demure kiss on his cheek and said that she "Must attend to matters of tradition" -whatever that meant- and instructed Gallio to meet her at the statue of Lydia and Harald. She was gone before he could ask for any kind of explanation. >With a shrug of his shoulders Gallio made his way down the deserted streets at a leisurely walk. The trip much less exciting than his first time doing so but somehow more confusing. >Gallio regarded the angle of the sun and figured it to be a couple of hours past noontime, but no carts trundled over the cobbles and no street vendors loudly hawked their wares. >Very few people walked the streets at all and most of the ones who did seemed to be headed in the same direction as he was. >Hurried energy guided them, and none remained long enough for Gallio to ask them what was going on. He paid it no mind. Gallio figured that most men and women who were out last night were either sleeping in or busily committed to further canoodling in the privacy of their own homes. >Sticking fingers into his belt he basked in the pleasant novelty of a nearly empty city in the middle of the day, in short order passing by a young man in the garb of the city watch. >The kid leaned casually against a locked up vendor stand and his helmetted head bobbed up and down as he fought the urge to nap on the job. >He blearily looked over at a cheery Gallio as he cruised towards the statue courtyard. What Gallio did not notice is that the guardsman began to follow him after at a distance. >*Splash!* >Gallio looked down, seeing himself mirrored against the cobbles through the disturbed ripples of the puddle he had stepped in. There was still water in the road next to the scylla's hiding spot from the prior night's festivities. >In fact there was much more of it than he remembered. One of the warriors behind Gallio must have ended his night in her many clingy arms. >Or were they legs? Women sure were complicated. >Speaking of women, -Gallio idly wondered- Did that giant of a minotaur manage to best Lucius or did he end up making it to the castle gates? Would the guards have even let him inside? >Gallio told himself that he doubted it, but Lucius had gotten into worse troubles in the time Gallio had known him. >He did not possess what Gallio called a danger sense. Where Gallio had looked for an alternate path upon sighting the castle guards it was the way of Lucius to instead rush headlong into his problems. >If the man did in fact best him last night he would absolutely never hear the end of it. >Gallio's thoughts turned to his immediate surroundings which differed greatly in the clarity of day. This was not actually a pond as he had figured during the night chase, but instead a deep basin dominated by a decorative stone fountain. >Mending Night was over and he didn't think there was risk to strolling past it... But he gave it a wide berth just in case. As he took the extra time to skirt around the now probably empty waters, he tossed a coin into the air and watched it slowly flip down towards the fountain. >Who knew. Maybe it granted wishes.

>>2102 Current story: Mending Night Epilogue Continued >Cupping a hand to his ear he listened for the splash to indicate that his aim was true. >Clank, clank, clank. >The blooping of a coin sinking beneath water was forgotten in the wake of a new sound. >Stomping metal plated boots hitting against stone slowly crept up behind him before stopping abruptly at a rather polite distance. >Something about this seemed wrong but Gallio couldn't put his finger on it. Instead of continuing forward, he went down to one knee and with deliberate slowness laced up his boot. Then he emptied some imaginary stones out of the other one. >All quiet now, but the metal clanking immediately resumed when Gallio began walking. >This clumsy tracking continued for a few minutes until Gallio decided to whirl around and face the man stalking him. >The very same sleepy young man from a few minutes ago stood stock still as Gallio regarded him. His eyes under the helmet now neutral orbs of stone that had all traces of fatigue chiselled away from them as they stared past Gallio and into the distance. >Gallio waved at him and got no recognition whatsoever beyond a slight coloring of the man's face. Surely odd, but not the actions of the footpad he was expecting. In short order Gallio and his mutely clanking attendant reached the statue courtyard to behold a vast carnival of activity. >This innocuous moment was forgotten by Gallio but never by the young guardsman following him. >In one singular day the recruit had met face-to-face with Prime Knight Anthalli and had received what could be conceived of as a compliment from her, and now THIS? >Duty fulfilled, he took his place amidst the other sentinels. >Questions pelted the proud young guardsman about the man he was just escorting. >Most of them concerning the sleeve that the man was wearing.

>>2103 Gotta do some chores, but will be back tonight to finish this one up. >>2059 I think i might give this a shot after the current longform is finished, friendo.

>>2103 Current story: Mending Night Epilogue Continued >It was as if the entire city had shown up and sequestered themselves in this one relatively small place. >Men and women spoke without concern as children burned their vast energy running between the many large tents that had been set. Couples played games for prizes or ate at outdoor kitchens, each of which vied loudly with the others for patrons. >Those who lived in the courtyard had hung decorations from their balconies and some shouted down to the throng below. >Crimson and black banners of imposing nature waved from all entrances to the courtyard in addition to the base of the statue at it's center. Beneath their rippling cloth forms stood squads of soldiers in gleaming silver armor as still as the stone figures that dominated the center of the courtyard. >Wandering through the crowds of finely dressed native folk engendered in Gallio a rising awkward feeling. Fingers pointed and tongues wagged as he blundered through the crowd, searching for any sign of Chikaru in the throng. >Uncharacteristic embarrassment suffused his face. >Gallio stewed, thinking that he must have stuck out like a sore thumb just wearing his regular garb, cleaned expertly though it was by Chikaru's hand. Speaking of the vulpine devil, how in the hells did she expect him to find her in all of this? >"Are you enjoying the festivities, Gallio?" spoke a perky voice from behind him. The voice rang familiar but he couldn't place it until he saw the floppy white ears. >"You? You sound...different than i remember." >The rabbit woman who had kicked off the night of mending bowed to Gallio as he recognized her. >"Talking up a crowd requires a bit more oomph, if you know what i mean." She winked and continued, "I trust you had a pleasant evening?" >"Yeah, i think so." He scratched his chin, "Felt like two of them to me, though." He still wasn't sure how much actual time he had spent with Chikaru due to her love of misdirection. He turned to the rabbit woman. "What about yourself?" >She spoke energetically. "No no no! I'm far too busy for THAT, young man. It's been many a season since i played a more ...active... role in Mending Night." Her ears bounced as she waved her hands at him as if to ward away the idea, "No, I now facilitate more than participate. In fact, I also have the responsibility of overseeing today's celebration." >"What is all of this for, anyway?" Asked Gallio >She smiled at him. "Ah, you know. Promises made and bonds forged, etcetera etcetera. You'll hear the official version later, so i won't spoil it all now." >"Well, it was nice meeting you...?" >"Vasia." >"Vasia. But i've got to find someone here." He looked around at the sea of chaotic colors and celebrating townspeople. "...Somehow." >"I have to prepare for the service i am set to perform." The petite woman pounded a closed fist into her open palm. "Why not accompany me to the statue plinth? It's raised up, so you can get a good view of the crowd from there, too!" >"Might as well try. Thanks, Vasia."

>>2109 Current story: Mending Night Epilogue Continued >Torture is what it was. >Lucius' skin itched but he couldn't reach beneath the metal plates to properly scratch himself. >Delicious scents wafted through the air of the courtyard as the lucky people in the crowd drank themselves silly and ate their fill. >Metal boots hurt his feet which were used to much softer leather. >Marina had dragged him to the castle barracks and hastily outfitted him in an aesthetically pleasing yet physically uncomfortable suit of ceremonial armor, complete with a solid black cloak that fell down to his feet. If he was to wear her colors - she said - he would have to look the part for today. >All this to guard the red carpet for some pompous noble windbag's wedding celebration? >"Marina, can't we sneak off for just a little bit?" begged Lucius for not the first time. He was a body guard, not a security guard. The two had been standing to attention under the two statues for literal hours as the crowds constantly taunted him with their merrymaking. >"I've told you already, this is a position of honor. Try to endure it with some dignity." >"Can we not at least have drinks? This suit is sweltering." >Marina snorted. "How can you be so strong and yet whine so much?" >"Clearly i'm not complaining hard enough. I'm still standing here, roasting." he brought a gauntlet clad hand to his forehead to block out the sun. The metal burned against his forehead. "I'm even seeing things. Is that..." Two figures walked side by side towards the statues along the lush red carpet. One he recognized as the rabbit-woman who spoke last night before the madness started. The other was... >Lucius forgot himself, he began to walk forward and shout. "Gallio! You old rat! How did you d-OOUGH." >A sharp elbow knocked the wind from his sails as Marina pulled him back into line. >"You idiot!" >"Sorry sorry, i won't step out of line again, you win already." >"Not that!" >Lucius sighed, "Then what?" >Marina looked at him like he had two heads. >"You can't just talk to the groom like that!"

>>2110 Current story: Mending Night Epilogue Continued >Lydia and Harald towered over Gallio and Vasia. >"And? Do you see her?" >Gallio surveyed the assembled citizenry. "Not yet." They buzzed expectantly. Much of their celebratory raucousness had died down during his and Vasia's stroll. >"I'm sure you'll see her shortly." >Heads in the crowd began to turn in waves as Gallio scanned faces, looking for Chikaru's among them. >"What are they all looking at, Vasia?" >"I would expect the ceremony is starting about now. You'll have a good view from here." Members of the crowd parted like windblown sand as a procession of banners marhced towards the center of the courtyard. >Vasia clasped her hands in the small of her back before adding. "By the way, i forgot to mention. Thank you for your concern earlier. That was very sweet of you." >Gears turned in Gallio's mind and he took a second look at Vasia. Before he could respond, oohs and ahhs from the crowd stole away his attention. >A beautiful woman approached him from afar with a lengthy procession in her wake. She had tinkling bells tied amidst her golden tails and was wearing robes of such exceptional finery that Gallio felt dirty merely looking at them. >Crimson ribbons wove themselves through her hair like fiery veins that shimmered in the sun as she walked. As magnetic as this woman was he could not help but focus on the banners flanking her for the time being. >They had sunflowers on them. >Gallio's mouth filled with dust as he recognized the color scheme on his sleeve staring back at him. Rippling in the wind all around him and hanging from the walls of the city. >Chikaru looked more intimidating in her regalia now than she had on the night he had fought against her in a duel. >By the gods did she act fast. >"Don't worry young man. You'll do fine." >Gallio turned to Vasia, an unbelieving recognition lighting up his eyes as he really looked at the unassuming rabbit woman. >"You were the one who..." >"I am merely a facilitator. Nothing more." She gave him a knowing wink followed by an elaborate bow. "Glad to be of service."

>>2111 At long last, the end! Had an absolute blast running through this one and i have never really attempted something so lengthy before. Hope those around here enjoyed it.

>>2112 Nicely wrapped up, that was indeed enjoyable. >tfw no rich fox wife who can do even do the laundry with magic perfect wife

How do you guys feel about monster girl couples in more traditional fantasy instead of more lewd settings like MGE and MGQ?

>>2324 After years of consuming monster girl hentai, I don't see the appeal of standard relationships anymore, I need them dominant and more lewd than normal. Though it does increase my enjoyment of traditional media when they appear.

Reposting this story I found here. Source: http://kari.muvc.net/fukurou/txt_harpy01.html 『　妖鳥女＜ハルピュイア＞　』 文章：梟 挿 絵：雁 「離せ！　離せよ！！　この化け物！！」 　少年は必死に足掻くが、身体はしっかり押さえこまれている。 　少年の上に乗っかっているのは、全裸の女。背中に巨大な翼が生え、にたりと笑う唇の端から鋭い犬歯が覗かなければ、少年から化け物呼ばわりされることもなかっただろう。少年は、一人で村を遠く離れたところを「彼女」によって連れ去られたのだ。 　女怪は自分の獲物をとっくりと品定めする。肌は白いが、みるからにやんちゃで生きのよさそうな少年。歳の頃はようやくあそこに毛が生えたかというところ。自分の尻にあたる固い感触からすると精通は済んでいるらしい。彼女の鋭敏な嗅覚は、少年の股間から漏れる微かな「雄」の臭いを捉えていた。彼女の目的のためには、獲物はちゃんと子種の汁を吐き出せる年齢になくてはならず、あまり育ちすぎていてもいけない。彼女一人では手に余るからである。今回は、上物を引き当てたようだ。 　なんとか振り払おうと少年が振りまわす腕を、掴み取り地面に押しつける。女は身体を乗り出し、少年の顔のすぐ近くまで自分の顔を寄せる。凶悪な光をたたえた眼と、剥き出しになった鋭い牙に、少年の顔が恐怖に歪む。 『く、食われるっ……！』 　少年がそう思ったのも無理なかった。しかし、食われるは食われるでも、意味が違ったのである。 　少年からは見えないが、女の尻、ちょうど尾底骨のあるあたりから長い「尻尾」が伸びている。その尻尾は先端がやや膨らんでいて、縦に裂けており、それは象の鼻のようにパクパクと開閉するのである。その尻尾、というより触手が少年のズボンの裾を器用に掴むと、一気にズボンをむしりとった。 「ひゃうっ……！？」 　突然、自分の下半身が剥き出しになったことに少年は驚愕するが、それを恥ずかしがるよりも早く、女怪物の唇が、彼の唇をふさぐ。女の舌が、少年の口内に差し入れられ、彼の幼い舌に絡み付く。少年のほっそりとした脚は、女から逃れようと無駄に大地を蹴る。しかし、初めてのディープキスが与える淫らな刺激に、少年の可愛らしい茎は見る間に充血し、少年のもがきに合わせて、女の尻をピシャピシャと叩く。 　少年の抵抗が徐々に弱まり、その頬に桜色の血の気が上り始める頃、ようやく女は、少年の唇を解放した。少年は潤んだ瞳で、化け物と呼んだ女の顔を眺める。下準備はよし。これからが本番であり、たっぷりと「食べちゃ」わなくてはならない。女怪物の尻尾が、するっと前に回り、少年の半開きの唇にスルリッともぐり込む。 「んんっ！　んぐっんんんんんんんん!!」 　少年は慌てて、自分の口の中でのたくる触手を吐き出そうとするが、触手はぐねぐねっとうねりながら口腔の奥に這いずり入る。少年が触手に気を取られている間に、女は腰を持ち上げて、少年の幼茎に狙いを定める。その秘裂は、種を搾る悦びと興奮にだらだらと愛液を垂らし、食虫花のごとくぱっくりと口をあけている。女がぐいっと腰を下ろすと、ヌチャリッと音を立てて、剛毛の下の淫唇が少年のモノを飲みこむ。 「………んふっ!?」 　自分の下半身を襲う未知の感触に少年は混乱する。女怪の肉洞は、そこだけでまるで別の生き物のように少年の男根に絡み付いてしごきあげる。 「んひぃっ！！」 　女が腰をひとゆすりしただけで、少年の未熟なペニスには強すぎる刺激が与えられる。しかし、女怪物にとって、少年との行為は本能の産物にすぎない。性交ではなく、交尾なのだ。そこには、少年を慈しんだり愛おしむという感情は介在しない以上、女は手加減無く少年の幼い竿をむさぼり始めた。大腿と腰の筋肉を駆使して、腰を大きく上下に躍動させる。少年の陰茎は、激しく肉筒に舐めしごかれるうちに、ぐりっと包皮が向けて、愛らしい亀頭が剥き出しにこすり上げられた。 「んぐっくっっっ!!!」 　声にならない悲鳴をあげ、少年の身体が痙攣する。腰が震えるたびに、幼いペニスは白いミルクを女の胎内に吐き出した。激しい衝撃に、少年は白目を剥き、触手に犯されている口の端から涎がとめどなく流れ落ちる。 　しかし、少年の絶頂を受け止めても女の腰は止まらない。２回目、３回目、４回目……。少年の命の雫を枯れ果てるまで噴き上げさせる。女の触手は、すでに少年の口を離れ、菊門を蹂躙していた。 「いひぃぃっ！！」 12回目の射精が、少年の尻を震わせた。 妖鳥女＜ハルピュイア＞ 　人間の身体に羽を持つ怪物。雌しかおらず、繁殖には他の生物の雄を使う。１度に30から40の卵を産むため、捉えた生物を数日に渡って犯しつづける。並外れた色欲を持っているので、もはや、繁殖に必要な分の子種を集めた後も、雄を死ぬまで弄ぶ場合が多い。

>>3728 DeepL works surprisingly well for this: https://rentry.org/8dh7q I think I'll check if the newer GPT-based translators can do even better

>>3729 Pasted each paragraph into chatGPT, free model: https://rentry.org/5m9n4 Really feels like a proper translation, too bad about the faggy censorship refusing to translate certain parts.

>>3729 >>3730 Neat, way better than Google's TL I used to read it.

Hey, it's been a while my dudes, but i still lurk n work. TL;DR i decided to write a choose-your-own-adventure visual novel about an elven village and generate/manipulate the images via NAI. I was stinkin' about how to proceed on some of my ideas here. I would search images and then post them somewhat related to what i was writing. I got the idea to AI generate pictures of the characters i had in mind. Once i spent an absurd amount of time fucking with THAT, i decided to try something new. There are certainly some errors with the pictures and the sidebar dialogue is slapdash, but this is more of a proof of concept and i've never tried it before. I'll slam them all here, let me know what you think. This would be the first girl / tutorial girl you meet in the novel. The sequences are numbered and in this case due to very limited choices/outcomes, pre-selected with the red arrows. If there's any interest i might try a CYOA and let anons pick the choices for the next one as an experiment.

>>5168 The last bit is if you had fully refused at the second ask and is where the rest of the adventure continues.

>>5166 Ah shit, good to see you again. This is probably the best possible use case for AI art, compared to looking up "real" images with appropriate tags it gives a consistent art style and can be made to exactly fit the accompanying text, I think the idea has a lot of potential. >>5169 Went through all the panels and it works, this can be either a way to show off your AI art by giving it context or illustrating the text (or just both). The only distracting issue I noticed were the artifacts on nipples in the last series, I recommend paying special attention to the naughty bits in the future and it will be perfect.

>>5170 Thanks man. I definitely missed on those last panels as a lot of the errors were like fixing the ear length or making the fingers not look COMPLETELY offensive (even if they're still not that great). The fingers themselves tend to merge with whatever the finger is touching. I did all of the edit/inpaint/fixes in literal MS paint which was inefficient to say the least. I need to just sit down and learn gimp or something to error-correct a little easier.

I wish I had the talent and confidence to write my own stories.

>>6198 I don't think there's much confidence needed, from what I'm seeing on imageboards people will at worst ignore your writing if it's bad but most of the time they are positively biased an will compliment even not so great stories. At least when it comes to monster girl side, the bigger issue is the kind of fetishes you include.

>>6222 This is true to most porn.

Giving this a bump since I'm not seeing it on the catalog

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>8086 My vote goes to option 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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