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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.)
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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.
I ask before, I wonder, is there any known female characters who got cuckqueaned in Myth other than Hera, Penelope and Brynhildr?
>>4809 FYI, I have written the next part of Sporn (since the first part was posted here) http://spidernon.home.blog/2023/02/18/husband-upon-sporn-part-2-femdom-hivemind-nightmares-and-rituals/
>>4914 Sporn! Sporn! Hurry up and continue Wantrek you lovable hack fuck, I've been waiting for the Fucking BicøØörn for years now.
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>>4809 >>4914 >“Naruti could be here,” Citrona said, looking nervously over her shoulder. “I hate Naruti…” >Up above, the Star Whale’s faint shape could be seen, like a Chinese balloon flying lazily over a dysfunctional and dying empire.
>>4914 Pretty fun. I like the idea that Roza has to cut her forms off from herself, it’s a nice way to create intrigue and give room for a story to happen in her otherwise godlike shadow. I’m in on the central mystery so I’ll be reading part 3 when it drops. Good comic balance as always. Whole thing needs another editing pass though, there were malapropisms and even whole sentences that had just been cut off (one at “and”, end paragraph) or shifted around without proper rewording. Might be because I’m not the target audience but I thought some of the sex scenes went on a little bit longer than they should have, and a couple felt like filler. One of the things I liked about the previous story was how the sex scenes always revealed something or changed something, so when that didn’t happen here it stuck out. Looking forward to the next part.
>>4921 I did a cleanup pass yesterday afternoon, so hopefully a lot of the mis-types and abrupt sentence ends got cleared up.
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do you think that foxgirls get embrassed when they are full of husband cum in front of cuckqueans sorry if this ofends anyone but i thought it was a funny thing haha and i would like to know if any of you have any pics of foxgirls getting their tails smelled while they look nervous or embrassed i just want to see it for a few laughs haha another thing i am wondering is what do you think the tails smell like haha im just curious for laughs haha i would like to smell them
FIVE THOUSAND GET CLAIMED IN THE NAME OF ELF AND MONSTERGIRL HAREMS LONG LIVE /CUCKQUEAN/ LONG LIVE COMPERSION LONG LIVE HAPPY HAREMS humiliation and monstergirl supremacist play-enjoyers can come too PORTAL SOON GENETICALLY ENGINEERED CATGIRLS SOON THIS HAS BEEN FIVE THOUSAND GET THANK YOU GOOD NIGHT
>>4963 Fortunately, questions like these have answers, and all you need do to find them is redeem this FREE coupon!
>>5027 FUCK WHITE DOG GIRLS?
>>4963 >>5025 >>5029 Well fuck, thanks for the new fetish I guess.
>>5029 >>5041 I'm very sorry. Seems that version was an early proof—the finished ad that actually ran had different copy, among other things.
>>5041 >Be you, living comfy with hubby >He knows you're a weird little pervert, but you're his weird lil perv >So when monstergirls start coming out of the woodwork, hes not surprised you're drooling at the thought of bringing one home >You start to notice a cute fox girl loitering in the neighborhood, but she backs away and runs off when you come near >From then on, every time you wave at her she squeaks and beats feet. >Shes not as stealthy as she seems to think, you often catch her sleeping in trees, find her tail sticking out from behind bushes, or poking her head around a corner >You tell hubby about it all, about how cute she is, and bemoan the lack of floofy fox tail in you life >Hubby thinks about it for a moment before telling you that he'll be right back and walks out the door >Half an hour later, he comes back with a slightly sweaty fox girl hiding behind him >The fox pokes her head out from behind him long enough to catch your eye and give you a cute lil wave Wat do? Do you wait to huff her fluff or do you jump right in?
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>>5058 >“Bah, a planet called Earth? What next, a Mountain called Peak? A desert called Sand?”
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Can I get a vixen check on this here kiki?
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>>5055 (checked) I can't go burying my schnozz in every new girl's tail right away. I'll wait until she's properly acclimatized and comfortable enough to bond with us, by which I mean her tail has hubby's scent on it too, by which I mean FOX SEX FOX SEX I WANT MY HUSBAND TO FUCK A FOXGIRL SO BAD I NEED TO LAP HIS SPUNK OUT OF FOX PUSSY EVERY MOMENT HIS COCK IS NOT SOAKED IN FLUFFY-TAILED JUICES IS A DIRECT AND EGREGIOUS VIOLATION OF MY MOST FUNDAMENTAL RIGHTS AM I BEING DETAINED Also maybe she'd like a shower? Sounds like she's been roughing it.
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Idk where else to ask so I'll ask here since it "could" be relevant. Other than literotica and archive of our own, is there any good site to read cuckquean fics? Fantasy is fine too.
>>5100 There’re some other sites linked over in the stories thread: >>110
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>no noseless shaperotater tismwan sisterwife who will explain quaternions to my numberlet ass while I slurp hubby's load out of her
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>>5075 This you?
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>>5121 Gangstalk me and my piecrust skirt all you want, fuckin' frankenstein fluff-Feds - your worldwide deadly communist gangster computer god and its lifelong constant threshold brain wash radio can't untouch tails!
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>>5105 More like SLERP his load out of her amirite. imrite
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I might have accidentally turned a girl into a cuckquean by accident in a roleplay involving monster girls, specifically the kejourou. It involves the size of her breasts, specifically.
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>>5441 Gonna elaborate?
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>>5126 LOOK AT THE PICTURE!!! See the penis, the part of cock inserted, the "master-race" cuckquean radio controls, the Cunt-thoughts Broadcasting Radio, the Husband Television, the Frankenstein Livecam Radio, the Closet Goblin Nest Brainwash Radio, the latest new cock reforming to contain ALL Cuckquean Controls, even in THIN skulls of WHITE PEDIGREE FEMALES! Visible Cuckquean controls! The synthetic nerve-radio directional adulterty loop! Make copies for yourself! There is NO ESCAPE from this best imageboard sex state, using ALL of the deadly gangster Cuckquean controls! In 1965, CQ gangster police BEAT ME HORNY, dragged me IN CHAINS from Kennedy New York Airport! Since then I HIDE in forced chastity opulance, felching in this comfortable sex den apartment. The brazen, deadly CQ Police and niggerpuppet underlings spray me with APHRODISIAC NERVE GAS from automobile exhausts and even lawnmowers! SEXY ASSAULTS, even in my bedroom with cameras, even vibrators and ropes, even SENSUOUS TOUCH VIBIN or ELECTRIC SHOCK STIMPADS; even remote electronically controlled around-corners-projection of ORGASMIC TOUCH ANAL FOX TAIL PLUG or even fifteen-woman "orgies" to shut me up forever with a Juice Soaked Penis! Even with trained parroting puppet vixens in MAXIMUM MASTURBATION CLOSET PRISON for writing these unforgivable TRUTHS!!
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>>5444 I saw this post on the front page and had to let you know what a great one it is.
>>5444 lel
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>>5443 >>5443 Yeah. There was this cute girl on F-list I was playing with. She has a sexy OC and I was her DM for a lewd D&D campaign. I gave her an offer of several monster girls as followers and she chose the kejourou bard. The first enemy they defeated was a cute incubus boy and the Kejourou started titfucking him. Before the fight began, her Kejourou follower mocked her because the incubus noticed her huge tits first before her. After the defeat the kejourou began tit fucking the incubus to relieve him of his cum. While she was doing this, the player, who was a wizard, watched it while it was happening. the bard mocked the wizard several times because during the tit fuck she made the incubus confess that he liked her tits more than the wizard. The wizard player would later confess to me after our first session that she was simping for the kejourou and loved being degraded, compared, and watching her have sex. Next session I will bring up her engaging in actual cuckqueaning. Does it sound like the wizard might be a cuckquean?
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