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Fantasy Cuckqueaning Thread Fantasy Cuckqueaning Thread 10/04/2019 (Fri) 00:19:30 No.357
It's October, and as such, I feel it's time we have a proper fantasy thread, to discuss all the elves, monstergirls, and other supernatural beings that are almost certainly going to steal your bf. (Moderation edit: Copied name field into subject, as was probably intended.)
Edited last time by cuckqueanadmin on 11/05/2022 (Sat) 09:46:20.
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>>1669 >ywn get to make chocolate-and-cream jokes before you clean up a hellwan's creampie >a hellwan's creampie Just thought of a new term for that...
>>2905 >>2906 See this is the classic /cuckquean/ halloween content I like to see.
>>2910 Cuck-ween, if you will.
>>2905 >>2911 Nice. >>2906 *applause* >Their bodies perfect and their clothing scant I'm gonna imagine the r's being rolled like a purr here. >>2908 Do they make, like, spicy Oreos with a pinch of cayenne? That's what I'm imagining. >>2907 Oh shit is this finished? I read part 1 forever ago and decided I'd check back eventually. Not gonna lie though, the comically evil Earth government both squicks and depresses me a bit.
>>2913 >Do they make, like, spicy Oreos with a pinch of cayenne? That's what I'm imagining. I happen to be in the middle of baking right now and this has put me in a terrible dilemma. Even if the idea I've just had does end up yielding delicious spicy chocolate biscuits with a creamy filling that's both delicious and novel to eat, I'd never be able to serve them to guests.
>>2911 I should be angry, but I am not. >>2913 >r's being rolled like a purr That’s how I read it too. > the comically evil Earth government both squicks and depresses me a bit. Yeah. Misery, ugliness, and humiliation inflicted for its own sake isn’t easy thing to see; I gathered that was rather the point. Cones in eyes indeed. >>2915 >Anon, these are delicious! “T-Thanks, you too.” >What do you call them? “Hellhound Creamp—NO WAIT—I-I mean… Hellfire, uh, Creams…” >Still haven’t finalised the name, huh? Wow, the way that I can suck out the filling like this to soothe the heat from the spice is really fun, too. “H-Haha, yeah, I, um… I like that part a lot too.” >This was an experiment, right? Can I see your recipe notes? “My n-notes!? I, I, er…” (Smash cut to close up pan of Anon’s notes, complete with doodle of grinning dog-woman with flaming eyes pointing expectantly between her spread legs. Smash cut back to Anon.) “…I don’t really keep notes. All in my head, y’know?”
>>2915 This wouldn't be a problem for me because I like apparently innocent things with dirty secrets. I might even pretend I am a succubus in disguise and that my spicy devils food will corrupt the partaker. Anyway, get your partner to serve dessert instead? >>2916 >>Anon, these are delicious! >“T-Thanks, you too.” kek
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>>2917 >get your partner to serve dessert instead?
>>2915 >>2917 So far, both of my experiments that aimed to create a hellhound creampie biscuit have ended in failure. My first experiment succeeded in making a deliciously spicy, soft cocoa biscuit dipped in tempered dark chocolate that worked well with an Italian style buttercream flavoured by a raspberry and/or cherry liqueur, but the reality of that sort of biscuit is that all attempts at structure simply melt away in the oven, even when you use a form, and dipping such a soft biscuit in melted chocolate is a fucking nightmare. Using a little sprinkle of dried, powdered raspberries in the shape of the hellhound's eye flames on top of the chocolate worked better than I expected, though. I tried an American style for my second attempt; the structural results were more or less the same, plus their style of buttercream not only overwhelmed any attempt at flavour but also gave me what feels like sucrose poisoning. I only sampled two, then had to eat salmon to get rid of the sugar-nausea. I think I'll throw the rest out. I don't know where to go from here. Ideally I want to get a little deniable flourish in there that suggests vulval lips enclosing cum to the dirty-minded but appears merely decorative to everyone else. Oreo biscuits are a wafer, but I don't think that style would respond well to 3D forming. Perhaps a tuile or a snap base would work, but I can't imagine how one might get enough spice or cocoa in there to properly carry the theme, nor how one might be able to integrate any kind of filling. Here is a picture of a baking monster girl to make this something other than an incongruous baking blog post on an obscure fetish board.
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>>2978 Maybe bake the structure separately and add the cream after like a Boston cream doughnut? If you want a lot of structure you could maybe mess around with something like devil's food cake or brownie mix. And if it gets too rigid to inject the cream with a pastry bag you could mess around with carving them to accept the filling, kind of like a stuffed raston (pic related). That option could also give you some deniability on an unusual shape for the hole to inject cream into... (And after writing all of that, I realized I just described a Little Debbie cupcake or a chocolate Twinkie. Is that what those have been this whole time?!)
>>2980 I did consider going for more of a filled cake than a biscuit like you suggest, but I thought it would be very difficult to bake in the kind of structure that doing a cake that subtly evoked a pussy would require without it looking obvious, crude (in the crafting sense), or otherwise vulgar. I suppose one could do it with special food-grade silicon molds, but I've not the materials nor commitment to the idea to go to the trouble of making them. Lots that one can do flavour-wise, though - one of my early ideas along these lines was a kind of shaped spicy chocolate lava cake that would spill out with some kind of condensed milk-based sauce when cut into. This would probably be around the time I might start reflecting on how my life choices have lead me up to the moment of making this kind of post, if I had any shame left. >stuffed raston I had no idea what this was, so I looked it up and ended up loving the original recipe: >Take fayre Flowre and the whyte of Eyroun and the yolke, a lytel. Than take Warme Berme, and pute al these to-gederys and bete hem to-gederys with thin hond tyl it be schort and thikke y-now, and caste Sugre y-now there-to, and thenne lat reste a whyle. An kaste in a fyre place in the oven and late bake y-now And then with a knyf cutte yt round a-bove in manner of a crowne, and kepe the crust that thou kyttest, and than caste ther-in clarifiyd Boter and Mille the comes and the botere to-gederes, and kevere it a-yen with the crust that thou kyttest a-way. Than putte it in the ovyn ayen a lytil tyme and than take it out, and serve it forth. Sounds delicious; I might try it after (if) the Hellhound Creampie Biscuit Problem is put to bed.
>>2978 Oh, you're actually trying to make it look like a... Well, now I understand your reluctance to serve it to guests! I thought you were just going for a spicy Hostess cuckcupcake like >>2980 describes. Maybe that can be the version for normies guests. Also! If you succeed I would love pictures and a recipe. Or at least the recipe. I bake, just... not well enough to suggest things like the other anon. (I'm going to tell my beloved this is why I deserve to be cucked. Giving him silly reasons is one of our things.) Unrelatedly: Salmon is a nausea cure? What? I wouldn't have guessed seafood could do that.
>>3007 >Oh, you're actually trying to make it look like a... Deniably! I’ve had some promising sculptural results by jumping off from tuiles à la cigarette russes. It turns out that an idealised vulva is shaped a lot like the leaves of a little plant, given the correct framing. >If you succeed I would love pictures and a recipe. Or at least the recipe. I bake, just... not well enough to suggest things like the other anon. (I'm going to tell my beloved this is why I deserve to be cucked. Giving him silly reasons is one of our things.) But if I share the recipe and you successfully make it then won’t you have double reacharound cucked yourself out of deserving to be cucked? >Salmon is a nausea cure? You’re as surprised as I was. I just suddenly felt the overwhelming need to eat salmon over the sugar-sickness’s miserable buzz. As soon as I got my mouth around some, lo - I was delivered from the buttercream’s cloying malaise.
>>3008 >It turns out that an idealised vulva is shaped a lot like the leaves of a little plant, given the correct framing. Or the petals! People use that metaphor for a reason. >But if I share the recipe and you successfully make it then won’t you have double reacharound cucked yourself out of deserving to be cucked? No! I'm still a stupid slut who needed a better girl to teach her!
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This Baalbuddy comic isn't cuckquean material itself, but it made me think. Imagine if your partner doesn't have second sight but you do. And then some slut spirit shows up and starts draping herself on your partner. All. The time. And you just have to deal with that because you don't want to sound like a madwoman who not only believes in spirits but gets jealous of them. Meanwhile your partner sometimes says stuff like "Ah, I feel oddly cool down there suddenly... but it feels kinda good."
>>3014 The worst part of that situation would be that the spectral slut, who I imagine might get quite smug once she figured out I could see her, would never end up having that smug dicked out of her.
Inter-monstergirl cuckqueaning? Here's Monster Girl Quest's Alice recruiting vixen Tamamo for a little session with her man Luka.
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>>3008 Hey baking anon, I dunno if you still come here, but I happened to see two things that reminded me of you.
>>3763 I feel very remembered! Baking and other cooking had put more on my thighs than I wanted so I had to forego experimentation with all that sugary stuff. I still have my notes and molds but since I'm also working hard at long-term body improvement, it might be a little while before I have another try at the idea. >that level of shortcrust sculpting Hot fucking damn.
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Nothing can keep her from your boyfriend now.. 🧛‍♀️
Not directly related, but it made me laugh to imagine a wolfgirl vixen pitching herself in this way.
4000 GET is hereby claimed in the name of catgirl maids for domestic use.
Inviting your submissive monstergirl friend to help you warm your husband's bed had seemed like such a good idea at the time—she'd been secretly in love with him for a while, and you two already got along famously: What wasn't to like? Turned out she had more in common with you than either you or she suspected. Now there are two keys around hubby's neck, and soon his bed will be even warmer.
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>>357 Werewolf girls are amazing to me, among the best monster girls (girls with tentacles are still at the top). Perfect fantasy of having your bf stolen from you by a dom vixen and it couples so perfectly with them providing experiences and degrees of pleasure you can't. >If they have legit dog pussies than they're a couple of noticable degrees hotter than human cunts, are ribbed internally, and can't get preggo so raw sex every time >Primal, animalistic breeding you can't provide for him >They're coated in soft fur for him >They can go into heat, making their cunts hot, wet and making them horny enough to go out of their way to steal your bf >They're 100% not going to take no for an answer if they want him >Their tongues are perfect for oral and their maws make going deep for blowjobs effortless >They have cute plush ears and tail for him to hold on to They provide a better experience than you in every way and provide things you simply can't. Some comic of a cute boy getting dommed into blissful orgasm by aggressive wolf girls set me on this retarded fetish. I curse God every day for bringing me this close to being a furry dogfucker (or more accurately desired observer to borderline dog fucking). I will never tell my boyfriend of this cringe shit, this will go with me to the grave irl with only my fellow autists privvy
We all love demihuman vixens, of course, but does anyone else ever fantasize about being the monstergirl? There was a post >>1515 >You know those clips when cats and dogs interfere with people having sex? In my fantasy they have to put me away because I'd be like that if I was allowed to roam free, just clambering all over the place and sticking my nose in and licking all over like a goddamn nuisance. But, what if you could actually be the catgirl or the doggirl doing that? Or imagine how much more you could get quick licks in if you were a highly shapeable goo girl, able to squeeze right in even between the slapping flesh? Maybe you could even serve as the contraception. You are an alraune. You have to spend most of your time rooted in the garden because of your need for sun and rain and tasty loam, but through the window you can hear them going at it again. You wish they'd bring a blanket outside where you could join them, or even have some one-on-one time if you allow yourself a moment of selfish fantasy, but you know it's not pleasant for humans outdoors this time of year. You try to waft your sweet scent inside, but the lure doesn't work and the arousal pheromones just make them go at it all the harder. You'll just have to wait your turn for pollination at their pleasure. You are a dullahan. Your vixen is still not entirely comfortable with having you watch, and you have house chores to do anyway... but she lets you leave your head under the pillow, so you can listen and feel the bed shake. Maybe if you're lucky the pillow will get jostled aside. Maybe if you're unlucky you'll roll behind and under the bed. At least your body can masturbate in the other room, once the chores are done. You are a diligent, hard-working bee-girl, but you come back to home and hive to find your husband being ridden by one of those selfish wasp cunts again, cucking you and all your sister-wives as they buzz against her trying to drive her off (or maybe get her off - you're not sure). And she just calmly and smugly finishes, then takes some of your hard-earned honey and says "Thanks for the after-shag pick-me-up, luv." and fucks off. (Yes the WASP is British; think about it.) You are a medusa. You think you're about to have another addition to your statuary garden, but it seems the latest heroine has figured out your weakness is "shiny things". (Does she have to say it like you're a magpie? Well, you have collected and polished some pretty things, wink.) As the last bits of you stiffen, you hear: "Hey stud, looks like you've been hard for years - up for a celebratory freedom fuck?" You are a unicorn-- wait, I think this one's been done. But you get the idea. >>2919 >>3950 kek >>4000 very cute cats >>4087 very cute coon >>2629 Hera, Zeus's wife, is perhaps best known for being repeatedly cucked. Like seriously, off the top of your head, do you even know what her divine portfolio was supposed to be? No, you don't. You know her as the cuck goddess who gets cucked by Zeus Thundercock. >>3946 Between this and Tamamo-no-mae escaping, it's a good year to get cucked so hard it becomes the stuff of myths. >>4114 But anon, shouldn't a boyfriend be someone you can trust with knowing your cringiest fetishes?
>>4393 >Maybe you could even serve as the contraception. This detail is absolutely next-level stuff. I am in awe. Imagining the taste, the smell, the sensation, the situation, the dynamics... for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Words fail me. >"Thanks for the after-shag pick-me-up, luv." and fucks off. (Yes the WASP is British; think about it.) If we go with the American connotation of WASP as also being a White Affluent Schooled Person, the working-class register would go in the mouths of the earnest bee-girls, and if we give the wasp a posh touch... >Oooh, Rose, luv! Back in the nick of time—muck in and help us get this toffish cunt off. >About—ah!—about time you came around. It's so refreshing when a worker—oho! How droll!—knows her place. Tongues right—mmmm, harder—right here, here, and here, if you please. >Argh! Not like that, you blistered piss-pot skank! "Off" as in gerroff! On yer bike, you bloody yellow trollop! >You are a unicorn-- wait, I think this one's been done. But you get the idea. A few times, I think! I've collected a couple, but I'm loathe to post centaur stuff at the moment, given our potentially hazardous climate around horse-bits. >Hera, Zeus's wife, is perhaps best known for being repeatedly cucked. Like seriously, off the top of your head, do you even know what her divine portfolio was supposed to be? No, you don't. You know her as the cuck goddess who gets cucked by Zeus Thundercock. No, I, um... I... wow, no wonder she was so grumpy all the time.
>>4400 (nice balls!) I should really make time to read more of Comic Unreal. >I've collected a couple, but I'm loath to post centaur stuff at the moment, given our potentially hazardous climate around horse-bits. Aw, I'm confident cuckqueanadmin-chama can tell the difference between someone trying to stir shit and someone like >>2249 who simply loves MGE's iconic cuck horse. Surely we can't just forbid bicorns, or characters from Everyday Life With Monster Girls. >If we go with the American connotation of WASP as also being a White Affluent Schooled Person, the working-class register would go in the mouths of the earnest bee-girls, and if we give the wasp a posh touch... I think the exact words backfilled into that acronym vary, but since I kek'd at your addition, it's all to the good. >This detail is absolutely next-level stuff. I am in awe. Imagining the taste, the smell, the sensation, the situation, the dynamics... for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Words fail me. Well, if you liked that, lemme hit you with an alternate possibility. After you stretch your selectively permeable self around the penis, as per usual, you remember that you've recently collectively decided it's time to make an honest sister-wife out of your vixen. And so, you take hubby's load, holding it within a bulb at the tip like a real condom, or like a girl about to demonstrate gokkun. With gelatinous gentleness, you locate by feel the opening of her cervix, and squirt his seed directly at the target, thereby personally participating in and affirmatively consenting to your man knocking up your vixen. You've heard of guided_penetration, helping aim his cock at her holes, but how often do you get to assist the last few centimeters traveled by his seed itself, guided_insemination if you will? Not often enough that it's a danbooru tag, that's for sure. Maybe you'll get a pat on the head for helping. In my view, monstergirls aren't just great for being cute and having interesting visual design - they open up new possibilities. Speaking of shapeshifters, how could I forget the obvious case of doppelgangers? It's definitely at least queany-adjacent to be on the lookout for women he'd like to fuck, even if you end up filling in, so to speak. And if you can recruit the actual woman, any sex session can become a threesome-with-twins if desired. Being a monstergirl can also introduce novel limitations, some you're-not-enough flavor for the subqueans among us: You are a harpy, but your man likes handjobs (you'll make a great fluffer tho). You are a lamia, but your man likes footjobs (you can hug them real good and draw off body heat tho). You are a fairy, and you are literally too tiny for penetrative sex - how sad that is - are you really going to ask him to give that up for you? (But by all means sit on his shoulder, kiss his ear, and cheer him on.) And so on.
>>4412 >Surely we can't just forbid bicorns, or characters from Everyday Life With Monster Girls. I suppose that's true. Here are some of the relevant unicorn things I've collected. They're all influenced by the MGE in one way or another: Harem_Household_Sick_Day.txt: Greentext by a /monster/ writer known as Tercio. Happy little snapshot of a monstrous harem household that includes a bicorn and a very cute pair of daughters, one unicorn and one bicorn (not involved sexually, obviously). Originally posted on /cuckquean/ as a nice gesture, IIRC. A_Long_Day.txt: Prose story by Tercio concerning another bicorn-inclusive harem household. (Tercio's rather good in general, actually; other work is at https://tercio.slash.monster ) THANKS MAMONOMANA.png: An oft-memed greentext concerning a transformed unicorn whose nature cucks her out of being cucked. NEET Gamer Unicorn.txt: Greentext from /monster/, I think. Not cuckquean specifically, but I thought it was cute and went into some of the unappreciated parts of unicorn life. There are probably other works in my hard drive's warrens somewhere, but these are the ones I remember. >After you stretch your selectively permeable self around the penis, as per usual, you remember that you've recently collectively decided it's time to make an honest sister-wife out of your vixen. And so, you take hubby's load, holding it within a bulb at the tip like a real condom, or like a girl about to demonstrate gokkun. With gelatinous gentleness, you locate by feel the opening of her cervix, and squirt his seed directly at the target, thereby personally participating in and affirmatively consenting to your man knocking up your vixen. There's no other word for this but genius. I'm overdosing feelings. >It's definitely at least queany-adjacent to be on the lookout for women he'd like to fuck, even if you end up filling in, so to speak. The MGE doppelganger has a quirk wherein if a man sees her true (mousy, shy) form and falls in love with it, she loses the ability to change her appearance. While I think that's a nice romantic arc and all, were I a doppelganger I'd be happy to be accepted for who I was but also right annoyed at that rule losing me such a fun power. Being able to shift into anything I could imagine is like... maximum cosplay. >You are a fairy, and you are literally too tiny for penetrative sex - how sad that is - are you really going to ask him to give that up for you? (But by all means sit on his shoulder, kiss his ear, and cheer him on.) I am stealing that second fairy picture there. I've always thought that fairy cuckqueans would be perfect for cheeky dirty talk, whispering into the man's ear as well as the vixen's. Just have to make sure one's curiosity is combined with quick reflexes, or getting too close to the action could be hazardous. >monstergirls aren't just great for being cute and having interesting visual design - they open up new possibilities. Amen! Why stick bits on a girl if you aren't going to use 'em? One of the most appealing things about monster girls for me is that they're fun not only to populate a fantasy with, but also to think about.
>>4393 >one of those selfish wasp cunts again, cucking you and all your sister-wives as they buzz against her trying to drive her off (or maybe get her off Just realized that I fucked this up. I said wasps, and technically the specie I was thinking of is considered a member of Vespidae, but I meant to reference Asian hornets, and the way bees defend the hive by covering the hornet and vibrating really hard: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asian_giant_hornet#Native_honey_bees Either way, a BEEG vespidian vixen getting swarmed by possibly-fuzzy smol vibrating bee girls, vigorously protesting her intrusion in their little piping buzzing shaky voices, is a cute mental image to me. >>4422 (double-checked) >The MGE doppelganger has a quirk wherein if a man sees her true (mousy, shy) form and falls in love with it, she loses the ability to change her appearance. While I think that's a nice romantic arc and all, were I a doppelganger I'd be happy to be accepted for who I was but also right annoyed at that rule losing me such a fun power. Being able to shift into anything I could imagine is like... maximum cosplay. Ugh. There really is some possibly-unintentionally shitty stuff in the bowels of MGE canon. Were I a doppelganger, I suspect I'd see shapeshifting as a form of creative outlet, much closer to the core of who I am than whatever random default setting I came out of the womb with. It would be like going from maximum self-expression to like... one of those cults where you have to wear a dowdy standard outfit. Or if control of one's powers is mastered as part of childhood, I might see loss of those powers as being forced into an infantilized state. If hubby wants to fuck a shy mousy girl, or a legal loli or a cultish hijabi, I would invent that persona and do a better job than whatever nature gave me. Authenticity of the mind is more important than that of superficial flesh. I consulted my beloved on this one and he agreed - said that if we have to abide by wedding day rules if I get too sick to shift or something, then so be it - he'd blindfold and avert his gaze rather than risk taking that from me. Clearly, this is another reason to have a sister-wife, so she can handle those duties. Maybe we can have a goo girl and between her mastery of shape and my mastery of color and texture we can provide incredible variety together. >Amen! Why stick bits on a girl if you aren't going to use 'em? One of the most appealing things about monster girls for me is that they're fun not only to populate a fantasy with, but also to think about. Agreed, and it's also fun to think about what they might think about. Like, apropos of discussing how doppelgangers see things, I'm sure being some variety of demihuman changes what one's view of "normal" is. Like for a lamia, tails are normal, so getting to watch intercrural must be pretty weird. To have two appendages down there, but purposely squeeze them together to provide friction for him, like firmer breasts, or like the kind of coiling you can only manage down at the tip of your tail. To see his member between her folds of flesh down there, it looks so deep, yet intellectually you know this isn't even considered a form of penetration! How strange. How exotic. >I am stealing that second fairy picture there. I've always thought that fairy cuckqueans would be perfect for cheeky dirty talk, whispering into the man's ear as well as the vixen's. Just have to make sure one's curiosity is combined with quick reflexes, or getting too close to the action could be hazardous. Many headcanon fairies as having natural damage resistance of some kind. Often this takes the form of resilient squishiness, similar to that of a goo girl, and this is sometimes further parlayed into stretchiness sufficient to allow what would otherwise be highly traumatic insertion of a male member. This doesn't work well with the fantasy I outlined, of course. Although maybe if you were small enough, like say a decimeter or so, you could be technically penetrable due to stretchiness while still simply being too small to allow hubby to properly hilt himself. Plus, we're probably talking about some inhuman internal anatomy at that point, and maybe it's not pleasant to have that amount of pressure from semen spurting inside. Maybe it'd come out your mouth and feel really strange. I saw fairy art of it coming out her navel once. Anyway, if you're fast and agile enough, maybe you can zip in to plant quick kisses on his balls between the slower thrusts. Or depending on sex position you could hang out on her chest or back and be extra eye candy, get a change of scenery while you shlick. >There are probably other works in my hard drive's warrens somewhere, but these are the ones I remember. Thanks, these are fun. >Harem_Household_Sick_Day Oh hey, this one is from this incarnation of /cuckquean/. It's good. >A_Long_Day Cute and sweet as I remember. I do agree that what I have read from Tercio is good. >THANKS MAMONOMANA Weirdly, I already had this in TXT form, but it seems a few lines may've been omitted for political correctness reasons, so I'm glad for this version. It's still funny. >NEET Gamer Unicorn >you want to try waking up welded into a white horse? >after I'd finished screaming I figured it was a body-horror nightmare >except I never woke up I have to admit, horsepussy isn't high on my list of desired monsterizations, along with anything that would make it difficult to use a keyboard. (Doppelganger actually appeals to me a lot because I'm an indecisive little bitch with anxiety.) The rest of that story recovered the tone and became fun and hot, thankfully. And that part was important, as frequently alienation and/or disability are part of the NEET life, plus I find it relatable to reprocess her traumas as erotic fantasy. Anyway, this one was entirely new to me, so thanks for sharing it.
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>>4425 >a BEEG vespidian vixen getting swarmed by possibly-fuzzy smol vibrating bee girls, vigorously protesting her intrusion in their little piping buzzing shaky voices Just wait until her signal pheromones summon her friends. Perhaps the bees can have Canadian accents, like pic related. >There really is some possibly-unintentionally shitty stuff in the bowels of MGE canon. I gather that the MGE itself is supposed to have been written by an in-world unreliable narrator, which has caused quite a bit of grief. But in any case, I went and looked at the Doppelganger's entry at https://monstergirlencyclopedia.miraheze.org/wiki/Doppelganger to see if I was remembering her correctly, and it seems she's less a deliberate shapeshifter as a kind of ghost who forms from the regrets of those in unrequited love. Rather than creatively turning herself into whatever she wants, she instinctively takes the form of the object of her target's affections—specifically, how her target imagines or idealises that girl to be. This is why, if their man falls in love with their untransformed self, they remain in that shape: They are now his "ideal" and their instinctive power would simply transform them into themselves. But, there was one more detail I liked: Where a man is actually incorrect in thinking the love is unrequited, a ritual link forms between the real woman and the doppelganger who is copying her. This ritual link transmits memories of the doppelganger's sex with the man (presumably in the form of dreams or some other hard-to-trace method) as well as monstrous essence, such that the woman in question eventually monsterises and goes to join the doppelganger and man to form a twin-like triad arrangement. It's not put in cuckquean terms, but the idea of being cucked by a ghost who's stolen your shape and then finding yourself with memories of her using your body to fuck the guy you like sounds pretty queany to me. A little disappointed at the shapeshifter not actually being a canonical body-inventor, I found another ghost girl at https://monstergirlencyclopedia.miraheze.org/wiki/Phantom called the Phantom—her theming being a roundabout reference to the Phantom of the Opera, probably—who has the power to bend reality and replace it with grand narrative illusions in which they enfold the man who's caught their eye. The illusory productions end with their character and the man's character fucking, naturally, and one presumes they continue to do this sort of thing for fun after they've taken a mate. There's no direct reference to their shifting their own bodies beyond costume, but I don't think it's too far a stretch to imagine they can. The entry also mentions that ghosts who grow powerful from marital sex might develop into phantoms, too, so perhaps one could imagine a post-arc doppelganger who hasn't transformed in a long while rediscovering her ability to do so, this time under conscious control, and learning to put it to use. That said, your sentiments regarding the stripping away of a creative power from the doppelganger-as-I-misremembered-her were spot on. Such powers are usually pitched and analysed purely in terms of the man's pleasure, but had I such a power I imagine I'd find it tremendously satisfying to use. "Oh but it's an ILLUSION don't you see, the real joy for such a girl is discovering her AUTHENTIC self and being appreciated for who she REALLY is"—FUCK YOU, the demand for constant "authenticity" and "openness" wearing psychology's hideously flayed and stitched skin is a way of banning privacy of thought and feeling without having to own up to it. My authentic self has a blast pulling things kicking and screaming out of my imagination for my own enjoyment; anyone who thinks that somehow the ability to use my body (adjusting for whatever energy and skill requirements are appropriate) for my own amusement and the amusement of the man I love would obliterate authenticity of personality probably grew up suckling from the rotten teat of the Standard Theatre Kid Life Narrative that saturates American film and television, thereby making it everyone else's problem. Plenty of fake people with incurably fake personalities scuttling around already, no literal shapeshifting ability required. >How strange. How exotic. You said it far better than I could. There's great joy in imagining not only different worlds, but different ways of being that those worlds provide. What fun. >this is sometimes further parlayed into stretchiness sufficient to allow what would otherwise be highly traumatic insertion of a male member I believe the vulgar shorthand for this allowance is "flesh condom". Actually, a while back I went for a little stroll through DLsite's extensive tags and found a 3D animated work—very slickly done, voice-acted and everything—about an industrial process that brainwashed, modified, and processed faeries to be suitable as sex sleeves. The body modification, vacuum sealing and large insertion stuff was a bit much for me, but I thought it was interesting that someone had thought through what would be required to produce was otherwise an unquestioned part of depicting fairy/human sex. Our Black Souls thread gaming thread also has some references to another subversion of that, where the insertion is permitted to be just as physically traumatic as reason dictates. I... maybe shouldn't have thought about all that fairy-hurting in such quick sequence. I like faeries. >The rest of that story recovered the tone and became fun and hot, thankfully. And that part was important, as frequently alienation and/or disability are part of the NEET life, plus I find it relatable to reprocess her traumas as erotic fantasy. The story's light touch was why I saved a copy for myself. Too often, that sort of thing ends up dragging and maudlin.
Another possible advantage to shapeshifters is consolation prizes for a bicorn who couldn't manage to recruit a certain girl to the communal bed. Horsies sometimes have a bigger appetite than is practical, you know. >>4426 >canadians make syrup like bees.jpg Maple-dryad vixen discovering she's been hate-cucking Canadian girl for nothing because syrup isn't made from tree blood. Sticks around anyway because she's come to like his wood. All according to cuck keikaku, eh? >I gather that the MGE itself is supposed to have been written by an in-world unreliable narrator, which has caused quite a bit of grief. Sounds like a good excuse for inconsistencies and objections. I think some less pornographic intellectual properties do the same, with varying levels of approval of the tactic. >It's not put in cuckquean terms, but the idea of being cucked by a ghost who's stolen your shape and then finding yourself with memories of her using your body to fuck the guy you like sounds pretty queany to me. It certainly does. Not the exact same, but it reminds me of the anime in the anime thread with the vixen who takes the man's happy memories for herself, so the cuck makes sure to make sweet love to him well and often. I'm glad that the MGE Doppelganger isn't as bad as I thought, but I do see one new angle for unfortunate implications: >Since what the doppelganger transforms into is based not purely on the woman, but on the man's ideal of her, the woman linked will naturally change to become closer and closer to that ideal image. If the love was requited, but the man's love was based on severe misconceptions about her, it seems that she would change to fit his image of who she is, which implies possible identity death. Arguably not the worst fate for a woman in the MGE setting, as the new identity would at least be happy, but horrifying in its way. Meanwhile the Phantom seems to do some brainwashing thing where the man and perhaps bystanders believe they are story characters, which... isn't great, but at least seems temporary? >The entry also mentions that ghosts who grow powerful from marital sex might develop into phantoms, too, so perhaps one could imagine a post-arc doppelganger who hasn't transformed in a long while rediscovering her ability to do so, this time under conscious control, and learning to put it to use. Hell yeah, this is more like it. Also, imagine a queany Phantom pulling another girl into the narrative as a vixen. >the demand for constant "authenticity" and "openness" wearing psychology's hideously flayed and stitched skin is a way of banning privacy of thought and feeling without having to own up to it. My authentic self has a blast pulling things kicking and screaming out of my imagination for my own enjoyment; anyone who thinks that somehow the ability to use my body (adjusting for whatever energy and skill requirements are appropriate) for my own amusement and the amusement of the man I love would obliterate authenticity of personality probably grew up suckling from the rotten teat of the Standard Theatre Kid Life Narrative that saturates American film and television, thereby making it everyone else's problem. Plenty of fake people with incurably fake personalities scuttling around already, no literal shapeshifting ability required. I agree with the thrust of what you've said here, but that said, it's ironic that you immediately preceded this rant with a literal Phantom of the Opera that thrives on spinning narratives and pulling others into her drama. I might prefer those spectral shenanigans to the rot infecting real-life culture, though. >I believe the vulgar shorthand for this allowance is "flesh condom". ...well now I'm thinking about whether one could use a stretchy fairy for contraception instead of the goo-girl previously mentioned. She might drown, though. There's probably porn of this somewhere, drowning or no. >Actually, a while back I went for a little stroll through DLsite's extensive tags and found a 3D animated work—very slickly done, voice-acted and everything—about an industrial process that brainwashed, modified, and processed faeries to be suitable as sex sleeves. The body modification, vacuum sealing and large insertion stuff was a bit much for me, but I thought it was interesting that someone had thought through what would be required to produce was otherwise an unquestioned part of depicting fairy/human sex. Huh. I'm actually kind of curious about this, but I fear even if you remembered the identifying info, my Japanese probably isn't good enough to follow such a documentary. >>4425 >a decimeter or so Come to think of it, some men are not so big. Perhaps fairies are for them. Truly in the new world order there is a hole, er, a niche for everyone. Although, I remember from one of the horsepussy stories the man started developing a more horse-appropriate cock. I don't really know much about how the incubus process is supposed to work. Could marrying a fairy give a man a micropenis? If he then married a bicorn or some such, would the magic give up and bestow magical cock resizing powers for compatibility? Is this a common practice for fairies who don't want their man to suffer permanent shrinkage? Though in some other setting, I had the thought that fairies in the ancestral environment could deal with being tiny in two ways. You see, one reason to be tiny is that you need less of things, and that includes seed. Just a dab'll do ya; it's not like your eggs are hard for the sperm to find in that little space. And what's a good way to get fresh seed that isn't contaminated from being spilled on some surface? From the fresh creampie of a human woman, of course. There's so much there; surely she won't miss a little of it. So one approach is to just dart in there and scoop some up as they lie there tired after sex - this is why fairies are speedy and cheeky. But the other approach is to play up how small and pathetic you are, and just beg for a crumb of cream - this is why fairies are cute and queany. You could even sell them on the benefits of an ongoing arrangement. You can keep watch at night, you don't need a lot of food, maybe you have some minor fairy magics... but unlike many monstergirl types, it's unlikely you can actually steal him away for an exclusive relationship, seeing as men really enjoy a spot of penetration now and again. Heck, there could be whole lineages of fairies symbiotically living with humans, adapting over time to be as useful and as fun in the sack as possible. >>4412 >Not often enough that it's a danbooru tag, that's for sure. The amount of tags that would suddenly be needed for specific but widespread monstergirl traits and practices would surely balloon after the monstergirls arrived, but I bet some autistic anubises and echidnas would help with the load, if you know what I mean (I mean volunteering for curation duties at archival institutions of all kinds). >>4393 >You know those clips when cats and dogs interfere with people having sex? In my fantasy they have to put me away because I'd be like that if I was allowed to roam free, just clambering all over the place and sticking my nose in and licking all over like a goddamn nuisance. Even if you're put away, imagine how much better sniffing him afterward could be if you had the advanced olfactory ability of a pusspuss or an awoo.
>Maple-dryad vixen Coincidentally, a little side trip from the ghostly section of the encyclopaedia reveals that the MGE Dryad is a canonical cuckquean: https://monstergirlencyclopedia.miraheze.org/wiki/Dryad >When the tree grows, the space inside becomes huge, and the bug monsters lured by the fragrance of sap and essence will visit. Dryads have sweet, wild threesomes with visitors, as if to share their husband they are so proud of. As a dryad’s tree grows bigger, the space grows bigger, and more and more monsters come to visit. >Everyday the man will be having sex with the dryad and other monsters. He can alternate between them, or enjoy sex smothered in many women’s bodies. Their favourite treat is the man’s sap, and they’ll keep feasting until their bodies are all sticky with nectar. The entry mentions that dryads and their husbands are able to visit other dryad trees, forming a forest society. I once visited Sapporo in Hokkaido, Japan, and found to my delight that there was a warren of warm tunnels stretching underneath a big part of its city center that functioned as pedestrian-only streets with shops, plazas, fountains, cafes and all, allowing the city's people to flow in ease and comfort during harsh winters. (Maybe this is common in other high-latitude cities, not just Sapporo? Anyway.) I imagine these secret forest links as something like that: Leafy hidden paths woven all through the forest's fae-space, their phosphor-lit avenues strolled by dryads hanging off their husbands'—who I imagine as hardy, solid ranger types, big as old growth and lumberjack-strong—arms, and of course plenty of thirsty vixens for those husbands to stoically help sustain. Season this fantasy according to preferred queaning style and you're ready to dish yourself up some maximum comfy. >If the love was requited, but the man's love was based on severe misconceptions about her, it seems that she would change to fit his image of who she is, which implies possible identity death. Arguably not the worst fate for a woman in the MGE setting, as the new identity would at least be happy, but horrifying in its way. You're right, that is indeed what it says. The MGE's principle of "no unhappy endings" does ensure she'd end up enjoying the change, as you say, and I think the man would have to be pretty bonkers-wrong to have such a different idea of the woman as to cause identity death, but... well, maybe the passive corruption/involuntary change part also works into someone's fetish? One assumes, based on the usual "anything you don't like is probably an exaggeration so don't take it literally if it leads to a grim outcome" escape clause, that rather than ego death/replacement the result would be a harmony between the mistaken ideal and the reality, with the doppelganger and man also being influenced by the power of the original woman's love. Come to think of it, the "interfering ghost takes on shape of what man incorrectly thinks the woman (who is also secretly in love with him) is like" sounds like a cute romantic comedy manga setup, where all involved eventually come to a better understanding of each other via light but steamy errors. >Meanwhile the Phantom seems to do some brainwashing thing where the man and perhaps bystanders believe they are story characters, which... isn't great, but at least seems temporary? I read their grand illusions as creating a kind of ritual space that acts like a waking dream, or a play in which the audience's attention is completely rapt, even though they're also the actors. Those who are pulled into them would fall into contributing their role but in their own unique way, and when the "play" is done would find themselves not sure of quite how they did it. (You could, if you wanted, say that those pulled in "wake up" with the kind of vague memories that follow an ordinary dream, but it's not necessary. Waking visions that are still "real enough to hurt" are a staple of ghost horror, too.) Very good performers do have the ability to do this to people, give them a little "taste" of performance where they surprise themselves, so think of it less as temporary brainwashing and more as the supernatural ability to inspire a kind of giddy improv performance with maximum audience participation. When a Phantom's performance is in full swing, things just happen, costumes manifest, and the world's logic changes to that which governs a performed story rather than a coherent reality. This approach, I think, is the key to getting good stuff out of the MGE's little monstergirl-sketches: It's easy to read its various impositions on will or nature as being horrible or ego-killing or whatever else—because, after all, these girls were once dangerous monsters—but the far more satisfying challenge as an engaged reader is to figure out how the things described work out happily. Or, hell, if you're into the nasty stuff then go with that. It's an imaginative playground, and the entries are play equipment! >imagine a queany Phantom pulling another girl into the narrative as a vixen. Being regular vixen to a cuckquean Phantom would be quite a ride: Elaborate scenarios, roleplaying, costuming to the maximum, multi-week story arcs, clever worldbuilding slipped in, all punctuated by regular sizzling-hot sex scenes starring you, her husband, and her. Well... you and her husband, mainly. What? Plays need audiences, and she does so love to watch an artist work. Action! Or, if you wanted to put it comedically, have her act like a mischievous spirit who keeps dropping in at inopportune moments to twist things into cheesy little porn scripts. Sure, having her husband appear on your doorstep dressed in a delivery uniform and asking you to sign for "his package" is groan-inducing, but... hey, why not? And yes, it's a little strange that everyone's disappeared from your office after you came back from getting coffee, but you're in too much of a hurry to worry about it; you need to get to the meeting room for a reason you can't quite remember and GOD DAMNIT that's her and her husband in... in very sharp suits, actually... and—yes, of course they're here to conduct your "performance review". Good thing her illusions seem to be able to bend time around them however they please. >Horsies sometimes have a bigger appetite than is practical, you know. A bicorn, a doppelganger, a phantom, and their husband walk into a love hotel... >I might prefer those spectral shenanigans to the rot infecting real-life culture, though. It is ironic, isn't it? But, look closer: The difference is that the Phantom's performances are inspiring, fun, and, most importantly, have endings. Those who believe themselves to be characters in their own special never-ending movie implicitly believe in the existence of a script directing that movie, which means actors (you) who go off-script need to be nudged back into place without destroying the illusion they as the "main character" so desperately need. For that is needed control, and for control is needed legibility, and so the inner lives that make others so unpredictable yet satisfied in rage-inducing ways must be starved away by any means necessary. The Standard Theatre Kid Life Narrative (which masquerades as the Standard Nerd Life Narrative; actual nerds aren't there to convey their stories and do boring things besides) consists of the core belief that not only is one special and powerful, but that the world will eventually be forced to recognise that fact in a way that, oh, look at that, coincidentally guarantees a lifetime of dramatic attention and importance. I will now, without a scrap of self-awareness, return to playing around with fantasy. >She might drown, though. There's probably porn of this somewhere, drowning or no. Now that you've thought of it, there almost certainly will be. >I'm actually kind of curious about this, but I fear even if you remembered the identifying info, my Japanese probably isn't good enough to follow such a documentary. It wasn't terribly difficult to re-find, being in a combination of tags whose intersecting Venn diagram is vanishingly small. The circle is called monoxide.jp, which is also their website, and that links to the work, or rather, both works, since there're apparently two of them: Sprite Brainwash Factory at https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ195257.html/?locale=en_US and Sprite Brainwash Factory 2 at https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ223473.html/?locale=en_US I can't imagine you'd need too much Japanese, the soundtracks likely consisting mostly of moans and machinery, but who knows? Let us know what they're like if you end up watching them. >Could marrying a fairy give a man a micropenis? The MGE's entry makes it clear that the meat condom method is how they roll: >From the look of it and the powerful squeeze given to the penis, it seems as if they're about to be torn apart, but even in such a state, they don't feel pain and their body won't break. So, my guess is the man would remain at whatever size he was before. Perhaps there's some sex magic shenanigans that shrink the man down to fairy size or the fairy up to human size, just in case they want a little ordinary action. >And what's a good way to get fresh seed that isn't contaminated from being spilled on some surface? From the fresh creampie of a human woman, of course. There's so much there; surely she won't miss a little of it. So one approach is to just dart in there and scoop some up as they lie there tired after sex - this is why fairies are speedy and cheeky. But the other approach is to play up how small and pathetic you are, and just beg for a crumb of cream - this is why fairies are cute and queany. >Heck, there could be whole lineages of fairies symbiotically living with humans, adapting over time to be as useful and as fun in the sack as possible. I am 127% into the idea of symbiotic quean-fairies, personally, although imagining an alternative subspecies who specialise in being cheeky, uppity little things who "allow" a human woman access to "their" men is also cute. Over time, those humans who're better able to integrate quean-fairies into their relationships get an edge, and over a longer march the two develop a culture with its own bonding rituals, norms, and... yeah, I'm into it. >imagine how much better sniffing him afterward could be if you had the advanced olfactory ability of a pusspuss or an awoo. Believe me, I have imagined exactly that. Sometimes I'll stumble across a rare gem that acknowledges the existence of these olfactory records, and... well, take last pic related. It's impractical given the nature of fluids, but still... imagine.
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Monster girls have arrived Choose a vixen or all of them and say why. Big Mama Holst >Is damn tol, makes you look like a womanlet >Extra thicc with great stonken tits, those things probably outweigh you and her bras could be repurposed as hammocks >Is an absolute sweetheart thats extremely thoughtful >Acts like a loving housewife towards your hubby and treats you like like a cute sister-wife she needs to look after >Will absolutely cuddle, comfort, and dote on you as much as you want, when you want >Will happily take on the lion's share of the housework if you want her to >Has no problems letting you watch while she gets it on with hubby, and will actually pull you into bed with them if you let her >Her milk will make hubby extra fit and healthy, but it'll give you a figure more like hers if you drink it You'll still be short compared to her though >Will need to eat a lot more than you or your hubby >Your house will need to be remodeled a little for her and her clothing costs will be absurd Aloof Arctic Fox >Is about your size with a nice figure; too bad you'll rarely see it >She will not live in the same house as you and will only come over when she wants to fuck your hubby >She'll do her best to never be seen by you and will hide or run away if shes noticed >Most of the time the only signs of her visits will be white hairs on your bed and in the shower, missing food, clothes, and shampoo, and a very satisfied hubby; but you can sometimes hear them going at it if you get home at the right time >Things will stay like that if you don't do anything, but that can change depending on your actions >she'll become more sneaky if you try to catch her in the act >She'll get bolder over time if you make food for her, leave fresh towels out, and ask hubby to talk to her about you >Fox will be distant at first: rarely talking to you and unwilling to come within arms reach, but she won't run away or hide >Over time, she'll grow more comfortable with you doing things for her and your presence in general, maybe even becoming demanding of you >Will not let you snuggle with her, but she might warm up to the idea if you do a good job grooming her tail Lonely Lolibaba devil >Is legal loli thats older than your grandma and fabulously wealthy >Utterly adorable, but will act like a dirty old woman at times >Is an absolute pervert that'll indulge you and hubby's desires >Is also a cuddlebug that will snuggle the fuck out of you and hubby, will grope and molest you if she gets comfy with you. >Struggles with tech at times, occasionally gets spooped by the toaster going off or the computer making bloop sounds, will cling to you or hubby for comfort when this happens >Has no experience with men or sex before she met your hubby, the entirety of her knowledge about the subject comes from old saucy books and hentai shes imported, but she really wants to learn >Has lived a long lonely life and really wants companionship, in and out of the bedroom >Will insist on going out on dates with you and hubby. >Will play the smug vixen if you want her to, but would prefer to be your sister-wife
>>4454 >Aloof Arctic Fox >respects my home territory, keeps a respectful distance, does not want to impose herself on me or my marriage, leaves husband "very satisfied" Ha! You didn't expect me to pick her, but I'm picking her!
>>4475 Ha! Jokes on you, I put Arctic Fox in the middle just so you'd choose her. Hope your hubby enjoys her. Hope you had a good Turkey day too. Might add some more qts to look at this weekend
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>>4477 (double-checked) You're too tricksy, Anon; I've been outfoxed! Thank you for the little diversion—it was fun.
I woke from a dream this morning that demands I write it down here; don't ask me why. I don't usually dream anything I can remember. My man and I were in a ruined city, alone. He was wearing a green smock of some kind, something sewn through with pouches that made him hard to see, and I... I wasn't in my own body, but was something else; my limbs felt diffuse, like they could spread themselves out as far as they wanted, but didn't. There was something on the front of my throat that I kept touching because it made me proud, and I found myself comfortably hyper-aware of what my man's hands were doing because there was something in them that kept me calm and happy. We walked through the overgrown city for what felt like a very long time. He spoke to me occasionally, but I can't remember what he said or if I spoke back to him. Eventually we went into a ruined building and he built a fire, ate something, and went to sleep. I watched him for a while, and then did something in my own head that let me leave. I wandered(?) the ruins; there was no moon, but the stars were so bright I could see everything. I remember feeling excited, giddy, and eventually I was drawn to the second floor of a ruined factory. There was a girl there, curled up asleep next to some kind of device. I remember watching her for a while, and coming to the realisation that although she wasn't alone, she was alone. As soon as I came to know that, I spread myself out and slipped behind to spoon her. I could feel how warm she was, and that was when I bit her. I latched to the back of the very bottom of her neck, right around C7, and wrapped myself around her so she couldn't struggle. She tried to struggle, very briefly, but it just tickled, and soon she calmed down and pressed back against my bite in a way that felt sexual. She got up, wearing me wrapped around her, and I bade her walk. She did, slowly and haltingly; every time she took a step and her foot hit the ground, it sent numb little sparks through my body. We went out into the cityscape. I think I was talking to her, whispering reassuring things into her ear, but she didn't reply. I guided her, lurching, back to where my man was. I knew he'd probably be angry with me, though I didn't understand why, because after all I'd found a girl for him, hadn't I? Wasn't that what I was for, what I was supposed to do? As I thought this, the girl whimpered, but I didn't let her touch herself like she wanted to. But as I climbed a wide spiral staircase with her, helping her choose where to put her feet, the dream ground to a halt. No matter how high we climbed, there was nowhere to go. That's when I woke up. Cuckqueaning? You decide. Sure felt like it to me, though now that I've written it down like this I can't tell why. This picture likewise.
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>>4675 It's an abstract kind of cuckqueaning.
>>4675 >Cuckqueaning? You decide. That kemonomimi creampie on display next to your post is making it hard to concentrate enough to decide on anything, but the dream seems at least quean-flavoured. >I wasn't in my own body, but was something else; my limbs felt diffuse, like they could spread themselves out as far as they wanted, but didn't. >There was something on the front of my throat that I kept touching because it made me proud >I found myself comfortably hyper-aware of what my man's hands were doing because there was something in them that kept me calm and happy >did something in my own head that let me leave Dream sensations can be strange at the best of times, but since this is the fantasy thread, this dream role sounds like that of a bound spirit or other being. >coming to the realisation that although she wasn't alone, she was alone Contradictory, but knowledge in dreams often works like this. >I latched to the back of the very bottom of her neck, right around C7, and wrapped myself around her so she couldn't struggle. >right around C7 That's very specific, and unusual in that it's practically between the shoulders. My first impression was that of a predator or vampire's bite, but such a bite would be higher, in the actual neck part of the neck. Casting about for other associations, the vishuddha chakra is said to reside at the very base of the throat, which is directly in line with where you describe "latching" to the girl. I'm no yogi, but Wikipedia has this to say: >Vishuddha chakra is known as the purification center, where the nectar amrita drips down from the Bindu chakra and is split into a pure form and a poison. >In its most abstract form, it is associated with higher discrimination and is associated with creativity and self-expression. >It is believed that when Vishuddha is closed, a person undergoes decay and death. When it is open, negative experiences are transformed into wisdom and learning. >The success and failure in one's life are said to depend upon the state of this chakra, whether it is polluted or clean. >The feeling of being guilty is given as the most prominent reason for this chakra to block the Kundalini energy moving upwards. If we accept this symbolism then interpretation becomes risky because there are a lot of different ways to see what happened in its light. Was your bite an opening or closing? Was her sleep restful or paralysing? Were you draining or supporting, sucking her essence or eating away her guilt? Were you impeding her or helping her to move in the first place? Impossible to know without knowing you. >soon she calmed down and pressed back against my bite in a way that felt sexual. >I guided her, lurching, back to where my man was. I knew he'd probably be angry with me, though I didn't understand why, because after all I'd found a girl for him, hadn't I? Wasn't that what I was for, what I was supposed to do? As I thought this, the girl whimpered, but I didn't let her touch herself like she wanted to. This seems contradictory and murky enough to be the dream's core. >But as I climbed a wide spiral staircase with her, helping her choose where to put her feet, the dream ground to a halt. No matter how high we climbed, there was nowhere to go. That's when I woke up. It's pretty common for dreams to end before resolution. Anyway, your recollection has a nice surreal quality. I could see it being shot as an art piece, or expanded into a sequence. Might you, uh... have any more of that kind of picture, by chance?
>>4441 >I might prefer those spectral shenanigans to the rot infecting real-life culture, though. Wouldn't we all?
>>4681 No kidding. I miss the... before. Before all this. Being able to understand what's happening and how just makes it hurt worse. It's getting to the point where it feels like the inside of my relationship and imageboards like this one are the only two places that aren't actively trying to drive me mad. Irony is that I liked being tolerant. Believing that we'd be free to pick and choose, that there'd be plenty of room to get along, that the slope was as dry and navigable as advertised. But culture is everyone's problem, right? I can't complain unless I'm willing to throw my own stuff into the mix however I can and damn the consequences. Otherwise I'm no better than the creators who by compliance or outright collaboration have chosen to be part of the problem. >>4679 >vishuddha chakra >If we accept this symbolism then interpretation becomes risky because there are a lot of different ways to see what happened in its light. That's a very interesting angle on it. I think this is the sort of thing that needs mulling rather than figuring out, if that makes sense. I won't go further into it and I'm sorry for posting something so personal; it seemed much more relevant to the thread at the time. >Might you, uh... have any more of that kind of picture, by chance? Be churlish to refuse, wouldn't it Anon? Here, to cheer us up from all this gloom: A small smorgasbord of freshly-filled kemonomimi! Please allow your imagination to form whatever before and after you would like. ...you ever have one of those moments where it hits you just how much of a pervert you've become? Yeah, me neither.
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>>4441 >imagine how much better sniffing him afterward could be if you had the advanced olfactory ability of a pusspuss or an awoo.
>>4447 >Sprite Brainwash Factory 2 I decided to take the plunge in spite of the elements I thought I might not like (of which there were quite a few, but were mostly in optional bonus scenes) and bought this for the things I did like (of which there were also quite a few!). It's very slickly put together—two sisters, each of whom have eleven scenes with multiple switchable angles, multiple parts to each scene, an optional second audio track with the fairy's inner monologue, text readouts that explain the stage of the process you're seeing... very impressive. The only board-relevant moments are at the end, though, where the older fairy sister holds her imouto open for inspection as part of the sales pitch the sisters make after being brainwashed and modified. The fairy that makes the pitch during this section depends on which one you followed through the factory, who will extol the virtues of also using the other one. The video files are silent, probably because the audio is separate so that the different videos for different angles can be more easily switched between. Overall (spoilered for board-irrelevant list of fetishes), if you like faeries (obviously), machine brainwashing, bondage, tentacles (both mechanical and gooey), electricity, injections, anal training, aphrodisiacs, large insertions (of course, but only two or so scenes involved it), bukkake, slow vibes, a little bit of vacuum sealing, sensory deprivation, mindbreak, post-mindbreak monologues, partial mechanization surgery (no cuts or blood), or (in bonus scenes) oversize futa and nipple expansion/fucking then this might be worth grabbing!
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For those interested, I just checked Spidernon's site on a whim and saw that he's got a new sequel(?) to Husband of the Swarm/Day of the Spike mentioned in >>2907 where the girlfriend is a hivemind: https://spidernon.home.blog/2023/01/24/husband-upon-sporn-amnesia/ Haven't read it myself, but I scrolled down to a random point and: >“I think…” one of the larger warriors said, stepping forward. It was the one who had the harsh voice. This one was tall, and looked more functionally inclined than the others. Brutish, even. She lowered her spear until it was over my throat. Her eyes had little warmth, and a great amount of coldness, no doubt inculcated by the harshness of this world. “I think this is just a man. An outsider. We kill outsiders, and turn their bodies into food to make more Lithelings, and their bones into trophies.” >“But the Tick-Tickth…” >“They are idiots,” the large warrior snapped at the smaller girl. “The Us-Mother has them root through scum and debris to find the Great Mouth’s parasites. We caught them worshipping a dark elven sex toy once, remember?” >The Tick-Ticks shouted ticks at this, raising their fists and shaking them. They clearly saw this as a mischaracterization of what they were doing with the sex toy. One Tick-Tick tapped me on the shoulder, and shook her head vehemently. >I swallowed as the spear point hovered inches over my throat. Yep! It's a Spidernon story.

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