>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.