User blog:SPARTAN-047/Undead and Tailpussy Chronicles

On request by Spazerz.

 * waves hands* Hello m8 i came upp with another scenario

 A ghoul and a manticore threesome.But both of them ask you this question.Blowjob  or tailpussy?

 so whaddya think?.



 Fetishes: blowjob, tailpussy, tailjob





Tags: mamono, monster girl, monster girl encyclopedia, first-person, manticore, ghoul





Caves are scary.





You know that what your parents and relatives told you about caves was probably true, but what compelled you to go out and get lost in one? A dare. A stupidly accepted, moronic dare. Your friends just had to give you one when they wanted to go caving and you mentioned what your parents thought.



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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">‘Oh yeah, the usual pussyfooting by parents, bro,’ your tallest friend said. He was huge, beefy, and muscular from working out every day. He was only scared of his girlfriend and pretty much no one else.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Well, apart from the six other girls he was secretly meeting. ‘You want adventure, you gotta try a cave of any kind. It’ll be worth it.’

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">‘That’s right,’ said your other friend. He was slightly overweight, but with the kind of cute, chubby face girls loved to pinch and fuss over. You always thought girls were silly over him, but the way you had to

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">be silly over girls to get them to go with you for a kiss in the basketball court kind of neutralised that. ‘They worry too much, all you have to do is keep your compass with you and follow any trails left by earlier spelunkers. They’ll usually leave arrows or similar tracking marks to show that they’ve already travelled this way. Follow your heart, pal.’

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">You took their advice to … well, to heart, and it’s made you lose your way completely. You rushed out of your home one evening, saying you had to rehearse lines for a play with a friend, and that you’d be back the next day. You didn’t even bother to hear your mother’s last-minute good luck wish.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Now you wish you had. It was quite likely you won’t be seeing them again soon. Even your annoying little brother who’d steal your crayons all the time – you’d gladly buy him every box in the shop if you came across him in this cave.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">That was probably a bit mean to hope for, but you just needed some company now.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Walking on for a few more minutes, you walked into a wall. You reached out and touch it, feeling the hard surface to see which side it leads. You ended up touching air after groping left a few times, and the

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">same when you try finding your way to the right.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">You let out an involuntary yelp and felt the wall again, trying to feel upwards to see if there was a way up, like a ladder. Or you could just scale it. Your hands touched two large, soft prominences above the wall which felt like …

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">What kind of woman had breasts so far above your head you had to stretch both hands up to feel them?

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">‘Oh, I’m not a woman,’ said the voice.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">A light flared behind you. The woman had lighted a brazier with a snap of her fingers. She moved forward into the light, and your heart nearly stopped. What were these kinds of things doing in caves?

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">She was seven feet tall, dwarfing you completely. Her eyes were cold and dead, like she wasn’t alive. Her teeth were sharp and deadly, and her tongue was really long. It was so flexible she could wrap it

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">three times around her own throat, like she was doing now. You shuddered at the thought of her somehow chewing you apart with those chompers, or raking your flesh with the claws she was now raising. She sucked on her own finger, staring at you up and down.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">‘Mmmmmm, so cute, so delicate,’ she hummed. ‘I’ll really enjoy keeping you. You know what I am, right?’

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">You did know. Your sweeping interest in necromancy and revival spells had led you to know what kind of non-humans used spells to revive themselves after death. Wights, Liches, Ghouls, Zombies, Pharaohs, Jiangshis, and Mummies were among the undead. They had already died, so there was no real point killing them again. They could all be revived by Liches, powerful necromancers who had their souls placed in secret containers. The containers were referred to as ‘phylacteries’. Anyone who could find and destroy them could ‘kill’ a Lich and render her body unable to repair and revive herself. She could be revived by another practicer of necromancy with great skill and care, but it was close to impossible otherwise. A Lich would have an army on her hands once she started using her dark magic, and as long as her phylactery was intact, she could never be defeated. Her powers and intimate knowledge of spells would allow her to resurrect any soldier of hers you knocked down and come after you again. Fighting them was a fool’s gambit.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Zombies could be considered the mindless soldiers of the undead. They would use the sheer power of their numbers and not disregardable strength to pin down their prey and ‘eat’ them. The meaning of that had changed in centuries to sexually eating, but being made to pass out from an army of undead trying to get a piece of you was no joke.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Jiangshis were the hopping zombies of the undead. They had a talisman on their foreheads which could have spells or words written on them to make them act a certain way. You could make them lustful, vengeful, power-full (sic), or full of any other emotion and disposition you wanted. They looked clumsy and incapable, but their hopping and the speed with which they moved belied their appearance. Also called the ‘hopping vampires’, they could bring down any person they wanted and either rip him or her apart, or based on instruction, hold their victim down and rape them until they had no more strength left. The victim would turn into an incubus if male, and another jiangshi if female.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Ghouls were the super-soldiers of the undead. Capable of tearing and rendering anything to bits which was a threat, these undead were capable of taking on a legion of soldiers. Once upon a time, they could just whirl around like a tornado, shredding flesh and bone to pieces with those claws. Now, they shredded clothes and kept you pinned down as they had their way with you. It was no less scary though, you didn’t want to fornicate with a reanimated corpse.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The ghoul grabbed your shoulder with surprising strength. Even though she didn’t seem to want to harm you, she could give a light squeeze and pop your shoulder out of its socket. The thought of what she could do to the rest of you was scary. Although she seemed more interested in ‘playing’ with you in a different sense.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">‘I can see in your eyes you know who I am,’ the ghoul whispered, bringing her face close to yours. Her breath felt cold and clammy, like a corpse. Surprisingly, there was no sign of rotting in her face or body. Her breasts were huge and perky, and you couldn’t stop staring at them bouncing as she leaned towards your face. She was quite beautiful, actually. The transparent smock she wore outlined her lithe body perfectly. You saw the hint of hard, toned six-pack abs, and those thighs were really bulging with muscle. If she shook those wide, sexy hips at a door, you had no doubt it would crack down the middle and fly in opposite directions. Hell, she could probably break through multiple walls with those hips or legs. Her thighs and calves were left bared by the smock, her thick, strong calves flexing and popping with power. One kick from those could go through a stone column and send the broken bit right through a second, splitting them all apart.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">You raised your hand to touch her abs without realising it, and lowered it without making contact, blushing in shame at the thought of finding a corpse sexy. It was sick. Corpses should be dead and buried. Not in the form of a sexy amazonian woman towering over you and persuading you to sleep with her. Your reaction to her form didn’t go unnoticed.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">‘Oh, see something you like?’ smiled the ghoul. She crossed her arms and placed her hands on the lower part of the smock. With one quick pull, it reached her large, perky breasts. She had a bit of trouble pulling them over those huge melons, but then they bounced wild and free as she got them over her bosom. The smock rose up over her neck and face, and then was pulled over her head and discarded on the floor like a rag.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">You stared in amazement at the now naked ghoul before you. Her form was perfect. Even gorgeous. She noticed your eyes travelling over her form, and gave a wide grin full of promise as she stood in front of you, flexing those huge arms. Her biceps popped out of her arms and stood up like little mountains. Her breasts were really large, larger than any human. The six-pack of her stomach wasn’t even moving in and out, since she didn’t need to breathe. No wonder people avoided her or remained terrified in her presence.

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