User blog:Karina Frost/What it's like to be a Mamono

What exactly is this?
I've had dreams where I've existed as Mamono, and am able to remember them, so, I thought I'd try to explain what it's like to be Mamono. Let's start with a slime. Keep in mind these may not exactly follow MGE rules and standards, as they are nothing more than dreams.

Part 1: Introduction
Well, not having an actual form is a bit disorienting. As well as the lack of bones and larger organs. Have you ever stuck your hand in loose putty? That's kinda what my body was like. I was a bright green slime girl.

Part 2: My Body as a Slime.
My measurements ultimately went out the window as I could freely shift my body to fit whatever I wanted (Why bother with clothing, it just got all wet anyways.) I had took several different shapes with my body before deciding to go do something else, those shapes being a standard girl wearing a witch outfit, a knight, and I think I became a wolf before trying the ultimate test of making slime tentacles that could stand higher than 10 feet. I pulled this off after some practice, being able to easily move them. I had managed to move a rock to the otherside of a tree using my slimy extensions, before they gave out and broke apart. The slime had simply moved back to my slimy mass on its own. It was truly strange.

Part 3: Movement as a Slime
Moving feels like you can feel every bump, groove, whatever on the floor with your lower body, while rolling like a slimy tank tread thing, at the same time feeling entirely nude. My body, being semi-liquid collapsed at my waist, so I was essentially a bright green puddle with the top half of a person moving along. Bugs were ultimately more annoying because I could actually feel them landing on my hair now. I had also, due to collapsing, lost some height, but this wasn't entirely bad, as I could fit in those tunnels under bridges without having to get on my knees now.

Part 4: The Fun and Shock of being Semi-Liquid.
I did get to experience covering something in this form. I had a man put a cup with intricate engravings inside of me. I'll say, having something put inside of you, is very weird. Being able to feel every thing around something, filling every opening in an object with yourself, it's enticing. I also got the chance to have a man's arm inside of me. this may sound sick, but due to my body, the taste of his sweat was very tasty. The feeling of arm hair is very different than with fingertips, same with anything else. I did however, catch a squirrel in my body. It drowned inside of me, so I had cleaned up the corpse via how you'd normally expect slimes to feed on things. Having it claw about though, was highly, "turn on-able", to say the least. Even stranger is feeling, while seeing something in you. It was almost enough to make me want to throw up in the morning, but alas, I realized I was a slime, so this was okay. There was a little bit of vomiting after I awoke.

Part 5: Speaking as a Slime
Speech on the other hand, was extremely difficult. Using my body, I was only at default, able to create strange gasp like sounds via air bubbles and such, eventually learned to shift my non-solid throat to speak like a child learning how to speak for the first time.. By the time I woke up, I was only able to speak "Hello", and "How're you?". Forming a Tongue was exciting. I had only managed to make it twice. Once was me experminting with what I could get away with being slime. I was able to extend my tongue about 15 inches before the slime on the end couldn't support itself and fell. I wish I had a tongue like that in the real world... And the second time was to make a childish face at this mean guy who told me to go evaporate for no reason, Boooo!

Part 6: The End
Perhaps next Slime Girl dream I will wrap myself entirely around a person's body, save for thier head. Odd. I was strangely intelligent to be a normal slime, but since it was a dream, I guess that doesn't matter.

Part 1: Introduction
Well, when I had first entered the dream, I was laying in a rather large bed somewhere in the MGE World. I couldn't explain it, but I could feel floor and bed in my legs. I had propped myself agains the back of the bed, only to discover that I had the lower body of a snake. I was a bit worried at first, but that quickly was replaced with curiousity as I wondered how this body would work. A simple way to describe how my legs had felt was like trying to move around, while both of your legs are stuck together, without toes, and extremely long, and bendy as well. I had eventually learned to slither along like a snake, but the whole "I had more than 3 feet (Estimating the length of my legs) of body below my ass" was still new right now, so I often forgot to snake alot of my body, and so, was quite slow.

Part 2: My body as a Lamia
My snake body was a sandy blonde, and had a nice diamond/heart pattern marked by white borders, and black interior for the shapes. I did manage to get a measure on how much I was snake, and after laying several human males head to toe along my lower body, I had determined that my lowerbody was at least 23 feet in length. It appears I was quite long for a Lamia, and honestly, I wasn't sure if was to be glad, or worried at being about 24-26 feet long. I was easily the tallest girl in my class now, so I guess that's a reason to be happy, even if it's just for a dream. I guess I should describe my snake body too. It was quite dry, contrary to popular belief of snakes. The feeling of my underside was a smooth set of fine scales, along with a slight valley, for lack of better terms, every inch of so going until about 10 inches from the tip of my tail. On my backside, the scales were a bit more evident as I could feel bumps along the smooth textured scales. My midsection is probably the part that was the most unique, as I was feeling along what were once my hips, the smooth scales began to dissapear in at first small blotches, then eventually fade into soft skin only fitting of a monster girl. On the subject of midsection, my hip measurement had grown to be about 43 inches (My hip measurement is 37), just under double my waist of 23 inches. This only made things more awkward as I bumped into things I could have once gone right through.

Part 3: Movement as a Lamia
After awhile, this eventually went away as I had finally learned to control my new body. I shot outside and walked- or slithered, as I should say now, across the packed roads of the village and onto the sandy surface of a beach. The feeling of the texture of cobbled road, grass, and sand going across my tail was exciting, considering I never have experinced this before. I guess it could be described as like having said things move across the front of your now at least 20 feet legs, all while curving them in S-shapes, while moving forwad. I had also went swimming. Swimming was also an experience, having to move my body extra fast to propel myself around the water before moving ashore.

Part 4: Experiences as a Lamia
Coiling up was a first, feeling my scales touch each other while while I stacked myself in ever-shrinkin circles, until I had enough space to lay ontop of myself, just below my breasts. I had laid like this for sometime before taking a quick nap. (I slept within a dream, what the hell?) I woke up later, and found a toy inside of a tree.

The toy was a boat. I had guessed that some bully threw it up there. Interested, I had approached the tree, and tried to climb it normally. Without legs however, this made it appear I was hugging a tree. I then remember watching an episode of Monster Musume (That one Monster Girl Anime), and decided to try what Miia did. I began to wrap my self around the tree with an upward spiral like movement. Moving in circles, while feeling the rough bark of the tree was very new, while at the same time, watching my the tip of my tail get ever closer to the tree. I had eventually reached the branch that the boat was on. Normally, I wouldn't try something so incredibly dangerous as getting a toy from this thin branch, but realizing was extra long now, I extended by body over the boat, and grabbed it. I was happy, but then something else came up. How do I get down? Worried about this, I slowly extended myself to a closer tree, and began to coil downward around that, It was slow, but I managed to get down.

Part 5: Speaking as a Lamia
Nothing is harder than adjusting to not having a traditional tongue, but until you've tried speaking with a forked, flexible tongue that expands about a foot from your face without a lisp, you have no room to complain. But there's more to this tongue than meets the eye. As I had sub-conciously flicked it in and out of my mouth, various things that I could not smell became noticable, such as the scent/taste of a slab of beef being cooked some distance away became noticable, as well as the scant of the man cooking it. I can't stress how badly my mind wanted to just coil around him and make a baby, but alas, I gave up on that, which makes this next bit of information relevant. (Where the fuck is this tongue in real life, I have SO much I could use it for~♥)

Part 6: Jacking the Tail actually works.
Also curious due to that anime, I touched the tip of my tail, and it was exactly as I expected, it was sensitive. I had decided to see if I could bring myself to climax, and while I would love to describe this feeling, I'll let your mind do this. As expected, I had awoken with wet underwear in the morning.

Part 7: The End
Hm, this one was exciting, perhaps if I do the Lamia again, I should see if it's shedding time.

Part 1: Introduction
This time, It appears I have woken up on a futon somewhere in Zipangu. Recalling that I may not have a human body due to me previous experience as a Lamia, I quickly push myself up to look down on my legs. There was nothing off about them this time, though. I went about a normal day, starting with breakfest. This is when things began to get strange, for the most part.

Part 2: My body as a Kejourou
While I was preparing a small bite to eat to prepare me for the day, I had noticed that my hair seemed to be much longer in the front than I keep it in real life. Realizing this, seeing as I was apparantly human, I had simply removed the excess hair. Though when I had done this, I could some how feel the cold knife brushing against my strands of hair. Though, I didn't make much of this at first, I began to consider that this may indeed be another Mamono dream when no matter what I was doing, my hair never touched the floor. It was always curving and bending to avoid contact with it. No matter what I did, whether I be upside down, on my side or even on my futon, it was never touching the floor. (Yet it touched the near floor level mattress, the fuck?) It also appears I kept my height f 5' 11" in this dream, so I didn't have to adjust to new points of view. It was about 5 minutes until the fact that my moving hair could be a sign of a Kejourou Woman. Considering this, I had began to make my hair move on my own will.

Part 3: Movement as a Kejourou
After some serious effort, I managed to make my hair wrap itself around my index finger. It appears I was indeed, a Kejourou. Moving my countless strands of hair could not easily be described, but I could compare it to moving a tiny, tiny group of fingers with damn near infinite joint and nerves that somehow couldn't feel them being severed. While actually moving was not a problem due to the already human-like nature of my body, controlling the hair upon my head was an entirely different story. While I could make it curl and uncurl, it took a bit of practice to make it have some realistic force to it. At about what appeared to be noon, I was able to pick up a comb, and stick it in my hair.

I'll tell you, I was happy with the fact that didn't even have to put a comb into my hair using my hands. After some more time, I was able to control the hair with ease, and so I finally decided to try putting on a Kimono, using my hair. While it took some practice to grasp the silken garment, I had managed to get it on, though it clung loosely around my breasts because honestly, it felt better there. I had wandered around the city until I eventually stumbled upon the red-light district. This all seemed like a perfect place to show-off my fantastic and moving hair, so I found a place where some other prostitute wasn't doing her work, and waited for about 5 minutes.I then got hungry, as it's time for lunch.

Part 4: Experiences as a Kejourou
I went to what appeared to be a cookery ran by a local Inari, and ordered some Kitsune Udon, as that appeared to be the local specialty. Sitting down, I was reaching for the chopsticks. When I had placed my hand where the lovely fox placed them on the bowl, it appeared my hair had already gripped the sticks. My hair truly was an extension of my body. I had began to eat starting with the trademark Thin-Fried Tofu, which I was honestly suprised one of the foxes behind the counter didn't steal. The feeling of the wooden untensils in my hair was unique. While I didn't have width in each individual strand, the sensation of the texture was very fine, making each little bump and mark known to my mind.

Part 5: My hair can wash itself.
Bathing is a truly sensual experience with my hair. While humans could only use thier hands to wash their bodies, I had both my hands, and millions of strands of hair to assist. I had removed my clothing, and stepped into a bathing chamber in my house by evening. Using various, natural and demonic hair care products, I began to experience one of the most mundane daily rituals in a whole new light. I was using my hands to focus washing my body, while my hair was focused on washing itself. The feeling of a cold goopy substance coming out of some bottle I bought from a Danuki a few days ago was enough to make me shiver, amplified more by the magically generated nerves in the hair, before I began to knead it into the bubbly soap it's supposed to be. Having this magical hair makes spreading the soap easier as I began to have my hair dive into the soap, forming itself into the soapy ball atop my head. The spreading of the shampoo was very strange as my hair began to move an wriggle to only get the shampoo deeper into itself. I had then went over to the bucket, and finally gave my hair assistance. I had scooped up a bucket of water from the bath, and began to pour it over my head. Rushing water flowing down my lengthy locks was no where near how it feels with normal hair. It even helped me rinse it out. After doing this a few times, I had finished the bath by putting my hair into a bun and wrapping a towel around my body. I took a seat in my bedroom and pulled out a book about a Monkey King in a place called China. After about an hour, I had began to end the day the same way I started it; with food, and then going to sleep. I had simply made Onigiri for dinner, not feeling very hungry due to the superb lunch, I had went ot bed. My hair doubled as another blanket at it wrapped around my body underneath a physical blanket.

Part 6: The End
With each experience, comes knowledge, though, I'm not entirely sure what knowing how to control my own hair has to do with anything in my life so far. I wonder what I'll be tonight, I guess there's only one way to find out.

Part 1: Introduction
This time, I woke up in a bed. The sky was dimly lit, though, having adjusted to mamono's energy patterns in my previous adventures, the light level was just like any other day. I had propped myself up against the back of my bed, mostly due to checking if I had anything beyond normal. I had taken a yawn, leanin my head back when I felt something hit the wall behind me, yet I couldn't feel anything on the back of my head. A bit worried, I had reached my hand up to see what had gotten in the way.

Part 2: My Body as a Baphomet
It was at this point I had felt some horns growing from the top of my head. I could only wonder what horned lady I could have become at this point when something else hit me. What was missing was something all my previous dreams, and myself outside of my dreams had: My breasts! Where the hell are my breasts?! I frantically feel around my chest only to realize I have paws instead. Looking over my four-fingered paws with curiousity, I decided to take a peek at my unusally shaped legs. I had thrown off the blanket only to see my now hooved, small, feet. I had also noticed something else poking out between my legs, that being a nice tail. I had instinctively reached for the tail (Let's face it, Touch Fluffy Tail is the only correct option.) and ran one of my digits through the soft, somewhat coarse fur as it tiwtched on me. This was my tail. Nevermind that, why does everything seem so small... I had gotten out of bed, adjusting to my new feet and tail as I noticed that my head was barely higher than the nightstand next to my bed. I had stumbled and fell on my face once or twice when I tried walk towards the otherside of the room, trying to get used to my new feet. I wouldn't let hooves get in my way, afterall, I was able to move as a snake and a slime, This should be nothing! I had went over to my dresser only to stare in the mirror. The first thing that caught my attention was the little girl staring at me in the mirror.

There's no way this could be me, so I looked behind me to see if anyone else was here, but alas, I was alone in my room As my tail swished back and forth, so did hers. After about 15 seconds, I had finally recognized this as me, and in a flustered mess, grabbed the blanket, embarrased of my now childlike body. I reached into the dresser and put on a rather skimpy outfit. (I honestly wanted something more modest, but there was nothing else other than damn near bikini outfits!) After sliding the garter belt on, I looked in the mirror again. I had finally identified my species as a Baphomet. I was about 4' 1 tall, had black, shoulder-length hair that I had kept in a ponytail with a goat skull decoration in the back. My chest piece was a silver, though I honestly wish it covered more than just my nipples, while my panties, also silver were a bit more generous in what they covered. The garter belt, being black, held up a pair of stockings ending at a line of bright fur that went down until my hooves came out. The majority of my fur was black, with splotches of white and tan here and there. My tail was a solid white, long enough to come to the top of my calves. My eye color was a faintly glowing red.

Part 3: Movement as a Baphomet
Since I'm normally well-endowed with breasts, I had to adjust to walking around without flesh bouncing on either my front or backside, not like these strange kiddie heels were helping. My tail, on the other hand was quite assistive in keeping me upright, though that didn't stop me from landing on my face once in awhile. At about 9:00 AM in that area, I was fully capable of normal motion in my new, tiny body.

For such a small body, one would think it's quite delicate, but in reality, it was quite powerful, especially for its size. I'm guessing some souped up magic dwelled within me, so I had, as in previous dreams, decided to see what I could actually do. My first test was experimenting with my new hands. I had found a scythe somewhere (I honestly don't understand the scythe, but whatever...), and quickly began to experiment. As it turns out, using it was rather easy, for such an odd shaped weapon. I had found a tree outside, and rushed it. I don't know how I did it, but I managed to sever the tree with such a small weapon... A Baphomet is truly frieghtnening... The Scythe, being made of Demon Silver, felt superbly tuned in my hands, soothing with my own Demonic Energy. This lead me to believe that this was my own weapon. It's blade was black, and dripping with the thick scent of Demonic Energy from the edge. The part where the handle met the blade had a bright pink heart-shaped gemstone floating in a circle. This gem had amplified the power of my Demonic Energy. The handle was a smooth steel, with a rose pattern engravement going from the top, all the way to the bottom. Feeling the texture of the marble tiled floor against my toes, was a smooth, partially chipped feeling, while the sound of my hooves clicking against the floor was more satisfying, such a solid *clop* sound.

Part 4: Experiences as a Baphomet
Being one of the strongest mamono in existance isn't as easy as it seems, constantly testing new runes to amplify pleasure and sensations is quite tedious, and honestly, qutie messy. It was my job to experiment with new magic spells and runes that could be utilized. My cape-like garment was a popular place for me to apply runes, as it was covered in runes that ranged from anything to making my eyes glow alluringly, to making my body flush wildly in pleasure. As usual, mistakes are made, as there are multiple times I've changed my eye color or my hair color once or twice. We can't get everything right.

Part 5: Welcome to the Sabbath
Loli-fication was also the primary job of anyone involved in the Sabbath, so likewise, I too, had known the ultimate secret. Several times that day I have seen fully grown women reduced to the form of a little girl, sometimes bigger or smaller than I am. I can recall the ritual being very quick. With an engraved magic circle on the floor, and a little bit of Demonic Energy, my sisters and I can easily turn a group of adults into children. Though, we don't do this to those busty cow-ladies, nothing distgusted me more than those big ugly breasts!

New recruits were always given to the countless males we have accumulated into our ranks, whether it be by conquering Order-states, Capturing armies, or the ever growing amount of voulunteer lolicons. I was offered several man, but alas, none of them could prove themselves worthy of being my Onii-chan... You know, so many handsome boys, but none of them strong enough!

The event that we call "The Black Mass" truly is a lovely spectacle. While you in the real would would normally frown upon such events, us in the Sabbath look forward for the best event each year. When the Sabbath has amassed enough people, we all gather in our headquarters in Royal Makai, and indulge ourselves in such wonderous pleasures with our husbands, though... If you're unclaimed, you just end up pleasuring yourself due to the scent of Man and Girl becoming one, the scent of all that wonderful Spirit Energy, ah, I'm drooling over it as I'm telling you about it. At the end of the day, my sisters had all went to bed with thier big brothers, while I had went to bed alone for the 4th happening in a row. (Not that I mind, anyways.)

Part 6: The End
I am slowly noticing myself judging my opinions as a mamono would on occasion, though, it's just slight, and it probably doesn't help that I'm already quite perverted. I wonder who is next, and whether we get a new experience.

Part 1: Introduction
For most people, waking up in a spider-web would turn into a horrible nightmare. However, considering my recent dreams, I was half expecting this, or to be underwater. But hanging in a ball of webs suspended above a forest floor, I could already tell this will be interesting.I had stretched my arms as I awoke, looking what I thought was the ceiling, only to see items on it. Then, after looking downward at the ceiling, I had noticed that my legs, had mutated into the body of a spider.

Part 2: My body as an Arachne
As I look over my body, the first thing that grabs my attention are my eight new attachments, After looking them over, still suspended in the air, the two closest to me are shorter than the other six. I'm going to assume that they're used for walking, while the first two appear to double as pesudo fingers My body began to transition into a spider's body where my legs would have been, ending in a bit of strange fur, where it became a deep purple abdomen of the spider. At the end of my body, a rope-like strand was attached to the point on what I believe could be considered my "web-maker", for lack of a better term. On my back, was a Heart-like mark, running symmetrical along the length of my body. It was darker than my body, being entirely black. Contrary to what I expected, being an Arachne, I did not appear to have the extra eyes often coupled with spiders. It appears that those red dots might be decorations. This wasn't the only thing I had noticed, but it appears that my canine teeth have gotten sharper as well, probably to adjust to my mostly carnivorous diet. I had gained only a few inches in height, mostly due to my longer, point-tipped legs.

It seems that my body is a bit more flexible in this form, as I was able touch my rear, near the point where my body was attached to the rope-like web. My underside was smooth, yet solid as it curved and bent to my extremities. Every so often, there was a slight 'valley' between what may have been either muscles or plating, I'm not sure, slowly losing distance as it approached my web-maker. (Seriously, what the hell is that called?)

At the tips of my feet, and my pesudo-hand things, the nerves there were extremely sensitive, same with the nerves at the end of my ass. I even, on occasion, could feel the subtle air movements in this forest as I dangled over the floor, the sensations of the silky texture of my webs more noticeable as it changed angle ever so slightly as I swung to and fro. At this point, I'm tired of just hanging here, and want to actually do something.

Part 3: Movement as an Arachne
My first concern was getting onto the forest floor, though, I had no idea how to use my web-maker at all. I had wondered about this for awhile, then eventually gave up as I decided to see if could move the rest of my body. I first started with what I believe was one of my legs. I had first attempted to move my left leg as if I were a human, while at the same time, the hand thing where my human leg would have gone began to move. It appears that these are where my human legs would have gone if they were still there. They were ultimately a bit more mobile than my legs would have been, seeing as I may need them to create silk out of my webs, provided I could ever figure it out. I had began to try to make my other legs twitch, as I finally got them to move around. These extensions were also quite flexible, as I managed to get my back most legs to touch the strand of web coming from my own body.

Here, is where I got an idea. I had extended one leg outward, so see if such an idea would work. I had found myself feeling slight shivers, seeing as this was the first time I had ever released something like this from such a place in my life, It appears that my web-maker is subconsciously controlled by me, seeing as I didn't even will it to do anything. I had done this a few more times until I had reached the ground. I had then touched down with each of my legs. The feeling of the earth spreading to make room for my pointed feet was amazing, as the soil spread, I could feel it's cold dampness surrounding the tip of my feet as I looked upward, staring out of the hole I was in, up at the web I was attached to. I believe that was my own.

Part 4: Experiences as an Arachne
What a battered web! Just how long have I been here?! My web looked like complete trash... I guess it's time to repair my bed, my house, and my way to capture prey~ Using the strand of web I came down on, I had began to climb back up it. It appears that my webs are strong enough to support me with ease, and probably anything else that fell in too... As I climbed onto my web, I looked it over, noticing it's poor condition. Every twitch in the web, I could feel through my feet.I had went over to where I had first descended to the forest floor, taking note of the broken web. Using the strand that was still attached to me, I had began to patch my net of silk, the sticky threads binding to each other as I danced around the web, binding and restoring it to it's former glory. After a few hours of work, my web was once again, complete. Feeling tired, I laid down on the web, expecting my human body to actually stick, but some sort of magic prevented me from actually sticking to it. Perhaps it was because the web was nothing more than an extension of my own body.

Part 5: Let's make an outfit!
I usually don't let this bother me, but the little bugs here were highly annoying, and I needed covering! I had collected a decent amount of my own threads, and I don't know how explain it, but my body took control and began it's work. Watching my body put so much effort into the product, it was mind-blowing. My little armlike extensions in a blur, working my silk into a sheet, somehow using Demonic Energy to colorize it into various shades of black and purple.

It was like a sewing machine, but somehow, it felt entirely natural too. I went at it for about 5 hours, occasionally snacking on the rations I was traded to free a girl at some point, before ending with a finished product. It was a piece that when worn, covered my breasts in such a fashion as to appear a bit more scary than I was, with sharp white fang-like pieces holding them in place. The silk was colored into a deep purple, which wrapped around the front and top of my breasts, letting the bottom show to the world. I let my midsection show, save for where my pussy would have been is covered by a piece of cloth, held by a band that wraps around my waist. The cloth was mainly colored black, with a golden trim on the edge. A white X was on the middle, with the bottom of the X ending at the point where the cloth ends in a triangle.

Exhausted due to having my body work, process and produce the materials needed to create the outfit, I had began to drift off into a sleep. It was about time anyways, the sun was rising, and like hell I was gonna be weaving something in the sweltering heat of the sun.

Part 6: The End
I'm sorry if this one appeared kind of forced, I wasn't quite paying attention here, and as much as I'd like to go on about the details, I must go on to the next dream at some point.

Part 1: Introduction
I awake inside a mountain cave in the middle of the night. I had no issues seeing, as this was what I considered normal anymore, I began to wander out. The first thing on my mind was very simple: "Food." Never in my mind have I had such simple thoughts... Whatever, I couldn't ignore my hunger forever. I had eventually wandered around long enough to find some fruit, hanging within a tree. I began to gaze at the fruit for a minute or two before reaching out at it. Sadly, it was beyond my reach. I looked down in disappointment. when my mind finally kicked in.

Part 2: My body as a Mothman
I'm not going to sugar coat this: I had a fluffy bikini. After staring at myself for a while, I had a fluffy bikini, with fluffy sleeve-like things for my arm, and leg warmers for my legs. The fur just didn't stop there, It wrapped around my sides, covering my back, leaving my midsection for the world to see. It also left the tops of my breasts, and the cleavage open as well. My neck, was also covered in this fluff. I reached around my backside, and could feel some rather thin, yet somehow strong enough to not shred like paper, wings coming from where my shoulder blades would be. As I moved my hand further down, an abdomen matching that of a moth was discovered swaying as I moved about. It was at this point where I finally classified myself as a Mothman.

I had found a pool of water to look myself over for greater detail, not satisfied with just knowing my species. Upon closer inspection, I had discovered that my hair, while mostly white, had began to stripe into grey at about shoulder length, where it pretty much stopped growing 2 inches later due to my wings. My eyes had become a dull green, a change from their usual bright red. My fur was mostly a bright grey, though the lower it got on my body, the more black it became, starting with splotches on my breasts, finally ending in a solid color near my feet. My wings reached to my ankles, the majority of my wings being a dark purple, though the edges had a border of white measured about 3 inches, though the tips of my wings were filled out with a pink heart. Otherwise, the rest of my wings were mostly spotted. Across the middle of my wings, sat a curved purple line, forming an arc as it went across each of my wings. After this line, the white border has an alternating pink heart black spot pattern until the wing ended. From the top of my head shot two antennae-like things shooting about 5 inches into the air.

I had reached to my breast in order to investigate my fluffiness even further when I had realized that I still wanted that juicy peach in that tree...

Part 3: Movement as a Mothman
Walking, running, and jumping were not a big deal, but that peach... I couldn't even jump for it... Yet, the only thing on my mind was "Get the peach." How the hell am I supposed to get that when I can't even reach it! In a fit of rage at my straight-forward, but simple thoughts, I yelled at the peach before turning around. It was with the feel of a soft wing brushing against my heel that I had finally saw the way to the prize: I could fly! But never having wings before, I began to wonder how the hell I'm supposed to work them... It was time for my first flight! This is going to be entertaining, to say the least. So today, let's amuse ourselves with the tales of my quest for flight.

Attempt 1: Harpy Style

My first attempt was probably one of my most humiliating attempts to get the peach. I had gotten some distance from the tree, and prepared to take flight! I went down on my legs, standin on my toes, and with my arms ready, my wings barely touching the ground, I sprang into the air! I began to flap my arms furiously as I reached the peak of my jump, before only collapsing into the ground, getting a face-full of rock. Ow... Even in a dream it hurts! I had gotten up, a bit sore and feeling defeated as I had lost to gravity once, but that peach! It is mine!

Attempt 2: Levitation

Perhaps I could fly by controlling the mana in the air, much like the mermaids or Ryu? With this attempt, I had simply stood still, and began to focus my mind on flight. I had remained still like this for about 5 minutes before looking at the ground to see if it had gotten further away. Sadly, I had gotten nowhere due to my efforts. Defeated again, I had to go back to planning. It was about midnight and that damn peach was still there, taunting me with it's ever soft skin and delicious insides...

Attempt 3: Kirito's Flight

A breif break gave me time to think of the various ways I've seen flight, wing flaps, levitation, and so on... When I had for some reason, remembered that one episode of Sword Art Online, where Kirito first entered ALO. When what's her name was instructing Kirito to fly, I had wondered if that would work. Focusing my mind, and imaging the wings were mine, I began to hopefully fle what I think were my own muscles, when I had felt a slight shift in the air behind me. I had done this for about half an hour before finally trying to take to the sky, and get that peach!

Part 4: Experiences as a Mothman
I stood ready, and closed my eyes. With each breath, I could twitch my wings just a little more, and when I had felt ready, I began to flap them with everything I had. I had at this moment, felt nothing below my feet, and the wind rushing past my body as a decent speed. I had then opened my eyes, and looked about. I began to cheer in excitement as I had finally began to fly! While I was cheering, every little shift in my body was enough to change my angle, and thus, I had wobbled around in my flight. As I looked down, I noticed a powdery substance falling to the earth, which I could say was at least 25 feet below me. It appears if I flap my wings incredibly fast, this powder comes off of them. Realizing that this could be harmful, I began to slow my wingbeats, and while doing so, I dropped slowly to about 8 feet above the earth, at about eye level with the peach I had been trying to get this whole time. I had realized that I had forgotten the most crucial part of flying.... How do I drive?

I had at first decided to try and flap one wing slightly faster than the other, though all this did was turn me in a circle. My next attempt actually worked, as I leaned forward a little, I could begin to feel the air moving against my fluff, and that peach getting closer, althugh at an incredibly slow pace, I wanted to feed a bit sooner than next week, so I leaned forward a little more as my speed increased. It was just within my reach now! I had returned to my normal upright position, as I had reached out for the peach with my body, Wings flapping, hips turning, hand extending, I had finally gotten the prize. After cheering some, and hitting my hand on a branch, I decided that it would be safer to eat this treat on the ground. I had gradually slowed my wingbeats until I could safely touch the ground.

I had began to bite into the peach when its flavor practically invaded my mouth with such deliciousness. This wild peach... I could only describe it as perfection in the form of a random mountain fruit. Before long, I had only the peach's core left, and was feeling well-fed, and normally, I would have taken a nap, but, the joys of flight called me to the skies once again.

Part 5: The world from the eye of a Mothman?
Finding a perfect place to take off, I had repeated the steps of my first flight. By the time I was at least 10 feet in the air, I had began to lean into the form usually associated with flight: Near Horizontal angle, and somewhere in the skies above. As I had looked down, and ahead, I had noticed the rapidly approaching edge of the mountain. Not really caring, at about 15 feet from the edge, I had extended my wings fully, and taken a glide right off the edge.

Below me was a massive forest for miles, with an occasional cabin here and there. I could see for miles, occasionally flapping my wings to gain a little bit of height if I felt like I was losing too much height too fast. The feeling as amazing as I could feel the brisk air of the night rushing past my body and under my wings, an occasionall cloud getting in my way. This didn't matter though, I could simply go right through them now... Touching a cloud with my body, it felt dirty and wet at the same time. I had made it a note to avoid making contact with my wings, as the last thing I need to do is fall to the earth. After about 30 minutes, I was finally a good distance from where I started, and somewhere below the cloud level, where I spotted something that commanded my attention. A lantern near an old cabin.

I had changed direction and angle in order to approach this light. It took awhile, but as I had finally began to make out the details of the treetops, I had began to flap my wings rapidly again, shedding a little bit of my powder, but enough to keep me in control of my flight. I had finally reached the light, where I had somehow leveld my eyes with the light. Instincts in control, I had reached toward the light, only to touch a glass panel. I had tried to get at this light for several minutes before I had noticed the sun coming out.

Part 6: The End
I had taken control over my instincts again, and ventured into the cabin, where a rather beaten cot was placed. Due to my body's structure, I had to sleep on my side, much to my discomfort. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep, due to my long flight.

Odd. I woke up tasting peach today. Perhaps these dreams are starting to change my mind. I'd almost want to stop, but there's no fun in that. Well, I guess we'll meet again at Entry 7.

Part 1: Introduction.
This one will probably be kinda short, due to the lack of vastly new features. (Mermaid Tails aren't that hard to swim with, I have one in my dresser, though it was kinda stiff, so I guess not having a femur this time might be worth writing.) This time, I woke up feeling rather slimy. Perhaps I was another slime? But if that were the case, I probably would have added this entry near the Slime's entry. Anyways, I was in some sort of cavern, it seems. I had rolled over onto my face when i had fallen into some water. Freaking out a little, I had began to move my arms as if swimming, and managed to pull my top half onto the cavern's floor. Looking around, I had taken notes of the cavern: What lied in front of me was a simple lantern, some fish, kelp, a mat, and a white clam bra. I had wondered about this for a moment, before I had finally noticed the feeling of cold, wet rock in my breasts.

Why would I have a clam-bra at all, better question, why do I have a bra, I can't find them in my size anyways. Speaking of breasts, why the hell haven't I had a Holstaur dream yet... Oh well, maybe someday.

Part 2: My body as a Mermaid
I decided not to waste time on getting dressed this dream, cause unlike the Baphomet, I'm not a child, also unlike the Arachne, I'm not a biological sewing machine. I had simply dropped into the water, wanting to go for a quick swim when I had noticed that I did not feel so controlled under the water, especially by the time I would normally have needed to get air, nor the feeling of pressure normally associated with water. I had looked down towards my body to see a massive fin, colored white, with pink flipper like extensions at my waist, and a massive fin at the base of my tail. The texture was that of many fine scales, save for my fins, which felt mostly like a much thin webbing. The closest I could compare it to would be the webbing inbetween your thumb and pointer finger, except slightly transparent, and much more of it. Feeling along my chest, I could feel some rather unnoticable slits, where I could feel water passing through. I had assumed these to be some sort of gills as I didn't have to go to the surface for air. I had reached towards my head, to find the same material sticking out from where my ears normally are. I didn't feel a hat on my head, so there's no way I could have been a Merrow, so I had determined that I was either a Sea Bishop or a Mermaid (Gonna be honest, the major difference is the fact that one of them can channel Posiedon's power directly.)

My white hair had flowed nicely in the sea water, due to the presence of tuna fish. While nothing else about my body was different, it's time to explore the sea with my ocean-friendly body~

Part 3: Movement as a Mermaid
While nothing was particularly new, the mucusy feel of my skin was as put earlier, slimy. I honestly wouldn't have bothered with my bra if I had realized I was this slimy before, instead of just laziness. Anyways, moving my body was much easier compared to that of other mamono, I guess I could describe it as moving your legs in one motion, always stuck together, while curving them in order to make a more fluid motion, as well as a much more graceful transition under the sea. The fins on my side seemed to move as if I was shaking my hips, so honestly, this is pretty easy due to my past experience with bendy legs as a lamia. The feel however, was just as unique. As I had swam about, I could feel the water moving past my body, more notably on my tailfin, the feeling of the water tugging on my hair was also normal for swimming,

Part 4: Experiences at a Mermaid
The water passing through my gills was unique. Water flowing through my insides and out my sides, I could simply not describe it, though, I can try to put it in perspective. I can compare it to the feeling of water passing by your hand if you hold it flat, chopping through it like a ninja, with the middle finger touching the fingernails of the ring and pointer finger.

I had decided to venture in to a forest of sea weed. Slowly swimming along, the feeling of the grassy texture brushing my sides was enough to be noticed, at the same time, make me shiver a little bit.

I had decided to see if I could still breate air, and as it turns out, I can! I had placed myself atop a rock on the coast of some unknown island, and just sat there before trying something.

I had felt like singing for some reason, and as it turned out, I had a wonderful singing voice.

Part 5: The End
I apologize for this one being so obviously short, but there's really not much that I can expereince as a Mermaid that I haven't already done as a human, let alone deep underwater sex, but I'm trying not to throw myself into sex in theses dreams, (Though, masturbation is just dandy, as seen in Entry 2.) I hope you aren't dissapointed in me this time, but if you are, I can only hope that Entry 8 will be much better.

Part 1: Introduction
Sorry I've not been updating this for awhile, but the dreams of late haven't been worth mentioning, (Unless you want to hear about a Baphomet doing more research or a Slime doing slime things,) But hopefully this one is interesting enough. As usual, I had woken up somewhere in the world. I had slept on my side, as the first thing that I was a hastily prepared pile of leaves, mostly shades of gold and orange. It seems that it's early fall this time, at about, what I would guess to be 8:30 AM. I had propped myself on my hands, when it came to notice that I had a bit more prosterior than I can recall having. Turning around, I had noticed my horse body. It appears that I am a proud, mighty centaur, though, I'll save the speficics for Part 2.

Part 2: My body as a Centaur.
As I looked myself over, I had already began to guess my measurements concerning height, and estimated myself to be at least 8-9 feet tall, and my estimate on body weight will be measured later. Anyways, my breasts had gotten sizably larger, growing at least 25-50% Larger than they were, though, they looked nice now... Back onto the subject on hand, my lower body was rather large and tall, the coloring being a white at the hoof, and fading into black at about half way up my legs. My tail was a dirty dark brown, and it appeared to be a bit coarse, My hind legs were nice and powerful, I could feel their power as I had flicked my tail about. (Controlling tails is quite second nature to me at this point, due to constant fox girl dreams and such) My frontal legs were a bit more spaced out than usual, as I had lifted them about in order to attempt to change direction, again, you'll always love the sound of a solid thud from your hooved feet.

My hooves were a solid color, though, that's honestly not very suprising. I didn't have horseshoes on, as I didn't spend my days within a stable. (Funfact, they're actually nailed into the hoof, but since there aren't nerves in the hoof, it's harmless.)

(I was able to determine my breed to be Clydesdale, so I had estimated I weighed close to a ton.)

Part 3: Movement as a Centaur
While my front two legs had functioned as normal, it was my back legs I had no idea how to operate. I had flicked my tail back and forth, the hairs of it colliding with my ass could be felt with each flick. I had began to tense up what felt like my left cheek when I had managed to lift my left hind leg up. It appears this was going to be fun. I had slowly begin to take steps forward, one foot at a time, when I had felt a fly land upon my rump, with a bit of shock, I had freaked out, and took off across the plains at a decent speed The grass rushing past my legs was nothing but a flash of green and a slight sensation  like a thick paintbrush flashing past your feet. The wind flowing through my tail was like you'd expect, wind passing through my hair.

I had approached a fence, and I didn't know how to stop quickly, so I had closed my eyes, and put everything I had into my hind legs. I had felt the ground leave my feet, then suddenly make contact again, as I had opened my eyes to see the fence gone, though a quick look over my shoulder only reveals it to behind me. I had finally started to slow myself down, and after about 70 seconds, I had finally slowed myself to a walk on the road infront of me.

You know, I had wondered how it feels to be ridden like a horse, and now, we'll get to find out. Literally.

Part 4: Experiences as a Centaur
It was at this moment that what I believe was a Danuki, needed some heavy lifting done, (or rather, a horse to pull her cart along) offered me a decent amount of coin to allow her to hitch me to her cart, and to allow her to ride upon my back. Normally, a proud centaur would not even condiser such actions, but because I'm no ordinary centaur, I had agreed.

After recieving 50% of my payment up front, She had began to put on what I believe was called a "bridle", specially modified to fit a centaur, and had even placed a blanket on my back for herself to ride on. The hardened, smooth leather held tight against my body, with several other attachments inorder to attach the cart to me. The blanket was a roughly spun wool, probably made out of Weresheep Wool due to how calm it made me feel. The Danuki didn't waste much time getting on, saying something about "Time is Money". Her legs had wrapped themselves around my midsection, though they hung off my sides. The warmth she provided was quite arousing, though, I believe that's why she's using a weresheep blanket to supress perverted urges. (She was a bit moist, because her crotch felt a bit damp through the blanket.) I had began to move forward at a walk, the cart behind me was being pulled along was rather heavy, but it began to get easier as I had moved down the road. Within a few hours, we had reached the destination, a town in some neutral state. She had began to set up her stall, while I had stood there, waiting for the rest of my payment. By noon, she had finished setting up, and had paid me the rest of the coin.

We bid each other farewell, as we parted ways. (She left the bridle on, meh, whatever, means less set up for the next cart.) Feeling hot and bothered, I had began to wonder how the hell I could reach clear back there...

Part 5: Not one, but two baby makers!
I had wondered about this for several minutes before I had felt a second wetness coming from my front. It appears, that just below where my torso became horse, I had another pussy. I'm just not gonna bother describing the feeling of two cunts, becuase I have enough issues describing one, though, if you must know, most of my business is done in the back (Gross, I know, but I thought it would be easier just to put it bluntly instead of having people wonder which end they use for that.) Cue masturbation scene that I'm honestly too lazy to write (Not that I don't want to, but I'd rather save the sexy times for a glorious erotic event.)

Part 6: The End
I had woke up after drifting off, with wet panties again, (God, I hate that, have fun in the dream, and I'm soaking wet in the god damn morning.) I've described what it's like being 8 different mamono now, I almost wonder if we can meet the ninth mamono, or will something else happen? I guess we can find out on Entry 9.

That's all, but some parting words.
As I dive deeper into the world of Mamono through my dreams, I wonder if it's a sign of something about to happen in my life, but let's not worry about that. I want to share my experiences with you here, and hope I can impart some of them to you. I may not be the best writer, but I'll try damnit it. Now for a little bit of shameless advertising. http://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:Karina_Frost/MGE_x_RPG_Maker_VXA