Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31306040-20190424080538

Era: Modern Day

Setting: Monster Girl City, Viasteite Park.

You are a mamono of your choosing. A ferocious mamono of your choosing. A ferocious mamono of your choosing that hasn't had a man in quite a few months. And being sick of synthetic spirit energy, you decide that tonight is the night you get yourself a fresh source. Stepping out of your apartment, you begin your hunt. This being the big city, you're sure that there's bound to be a plethora of single guys to choose from. A veritable buffet of potential lovers, right? Well, despite it being a Saturday night, there's hardly anyone out. The few that are out either smell married or they have their partner with them. Just looking at them makes your heart burn with jealousy, goating you to continue your search.

As you walk down the sidewalk, it seems like the city itself is mocking you for being single. "Couple's Night" signs hang outside of bars, "Party of 2 Only" written on stand up banners outside restaurants, "No Lonely Chicks" flashes in neon above dance clubs. Not wanting to let the feelings of jealousy and desperation get inside your head, you pick up your pace and walk into the night.

After another half hour of searching, you eventually arrive at Viasteite Park. Resting your legs on one of the benches, you notice that the lamp post nearest to you is flickering quite rapidly. As you stare at the lightbulb, you envision that with every flicker, your chances of finding a man by the end of the night shrinks. Perhaps this just isn't your night, or month. Eventually, the tired bulb gives out and darkness envelops the surrounding area. However, as your eyes adjust to the change in light, you notice something walking on the far end of the park. Or rather, someone. A man! From where you were standing, he looked to be a good height, average/healthy build, modest yet smart clothing, and above all he smelled single. Without thinking, you bolt towards him, no stalking, no grace, just pure desire. As you get closer, you pick up another scent; he's a virgin! He's got his back to you, so you have the advantage. It's almost unfair. Phrases akin to "Lamb to the lion" flash across your mind. A lecherous grin spreads across your face and you think of all the unholy things you're going to do with him. 50 feet away, 30 feet away, 10 feet away. So close.

Now is the time to strike. You pounce in the air, arms outstretched and wrap them around him. The force behind your attack sends the two of you sliding across the grass for a good 15 feet. In a split second, you position him so that he's pinned underneath you, pelvis to pelvis. Getting a closer look at him, you can see just how adorable he truly is. The perfect fuckpup. After the brief positioning, he seems to be coming back to reality as a look of terror forms on his face. He opens his mouth and looks as if he's trying to find words. Figuring that it'd only be fair to let him get a word him, you decide to wait until he finishes his thought. Smiling down on him, you put on a taunting, curious look. Eventually he stammers out,

"Wait, wait, please wait! I've always wanted my first time to be with someone I loved. Could we at least get to know each other first?"

Finishing his request, he puts on a fearful, hopeful look. What do you do?  