/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>Futakuchi

>ever being cute

>>138112

This doujin seems to contradict your worldview, anon.

At the rate we're getting interested in new -onnas, we might have an -onna general later on.

>>138116

Yup, plus it's good to add new cuties to the growing roster of monster girls.

>>138218

Filia would be easier to fap to if the hair was identified as female or takes on the sex of the host.

>>138204

I guess?

>>138112

Doujin shows she's cute.

>>138104

Literal mindfucking.

>>138204

>A futakuchi-onna with a second pussy instead of a second mouth

>futa thread

Reported.

>>139213

>>futa thread

>Reported.

Are you retarded?

Futakuchi-Onna means "Two Mouthed-Woman"

It has nothing to do with futa.

>>139252

Take it to /chaos/ you gay degnerate.

>>139270

>usually concealed until the last minute, when the true self is revealed

>le surprise benis :DDD

Dude, seriously fuck off. Just because it has two faces doesn't mean it is /monster/ appropriate. If it is a "girl" and it has a dick, it does not belong here. End of story.

Monster girls go on /monster/.

Monster futas go on /chaos/.

How is this so hard for you to understand? Futafags seriously are worse than bronies.

>>139281

IT HAS NO DICK!

You dumbass motherfucker, the surprise is that she has a second mouth in which she hides from everyone to blend in with humans.

>>139283

>Guys! It's a feminine dick so it doesn't count!

>I'm totally not a faggot in denial :^)

Stop kidding yourself homo. Take your "feminine dick" nonsense back to Halfchan.

>>139285

Nobody mentioned "feminine-dicks" or any other kind of dick.

You're the only one in this thread that brought it up.

If this was a dickgirl thread, AUX would have deleted it by now.

>>139290

Obviously he's sleeping. Stop using Aux's sleep requirements as an excuse to shitpost.

>>139291

Sleeping for three days straight?

This isn't a dick girl thread.

>>139293

No, it's not. Dick"girls" are not girls, you prancing faggot. Why are you even here? There is a perfectly good board for monster"girls" yet you come here to shitpost.

And what if Aux is in a coma, you insensitive prick?

>>139298

yeah but hair isn't a dick

>>139299

No, of course not. But dicks are dicks, whether they are "feminine" or not, or whatever other genitalia does or does not accompany them. And dicks on chicks is not allowed.

>>139301

yeah but you still didn't point out the dick

>>139308

no anon

it's just your headcanon

>>139310

>le homophobes are closet gays mayme

It says so right in the fucking title you AIDS-ridden cum-guzzler.

>>139311

>futakuchi means the same as futa

no anon

boycott does not mean the same as boy

onion does not mean the same as on

menstruate does not mean the same as men

>>139312

>outliers are the rule

>boycott does not mean the same as boy

>therefore rock music does not mean the same thing as rock & roll music

See? This is how stupid you look right now.

>>139314

anon pls your silly trolling is just annoying at this point instead of funny and futakuchi doesn't mean the same thing as futanari

>>139316

no anon

grappling bait is not the same as biting it

>>139315

>>139316

>hurrr anybody that disagrees with me is trolling

Go back to your safe space on Tumblr, faggots.

>>139319

i go into the safe space in between ur mum's buttcheeks, nerd

>>139321

But you wish it was the other way around, don't you?

>>139324

my buttcheeks aren't very safe

>>139319

"Futa-" is basically the japanese prefix for 2.

"Futari" means two people.

"Futatsu" means two

"Futakuchi" Means two mouthed

Pls learn basic japanese

>>139327

What does nari mean?

>>139330

"Futanari" directly translates to "[to be of] two kinds"

>>139334

Kinda like how a liger is two kinds of big cat?

>>139287

Be cool if there were.

>>138223

>Samson as Samantha

Would be better if Samson was a female.

>>139331

>see new kind of monster grill because of this thread

>see Aux B& shitposting redditors in same thread

Nothing to see here except JUSTICE dispension and literal mind fucking like >>138382 said. Today is a good day

>>138104

Can anyone post the full doujin of this?

>>139607

>the mawhile girl

Hnnng.

>>139599

Meh, could of made the fapping less akward.

>>139607

>Mawhile girl

Now I'm interested.

I can imagine her being a friend to gazer.

>>139940

I can see them giving each other hair care tips.

[Part 1/2]

>Heading home from the grocery store.

>The thing is I don't have much money this week but at least payday is tomorrow.

>I figure why not treat myself?

>It may seem like counting my chickens before they hatch.

>Still it beats having chicken flavor ramen for the past three days.

>I bought some canned salmon, a pound of rice, and dried seaweed.

>Now the thing is I don't live in Japan.

>I actually live in the sticks somewhere in the US.

>So making a basic Japanese lunch is an exotic to me.

>Besides, I need to lose a hundred pounds in six months anyway.

>It's not fun being a three-hundred fifty plus fat ass.

>At least I can walk a mile a day without giving out.

>Suddenly there's a girl laying face first on the sidewalk.

>Holy shit!? Is she alright? I thought.

>Looks like there's no one else around.

>I walk up to check on her.

>I have my phone ready to call 911.

>The girl sits up.

>Looks like she's holding herself up with her hair.

>I freeze.

>I hope she's not one of those "Ess Jay Dubyas" on the internet blogging about how harmful opinions physically rape them.

>I slowly approach the girl.

>She looks very anorexic.

>I can almost see her cheek bones underneath her pale skin.

>The girl stares at me with her ominous dark eyes.

>She's clearly of Asian origin at least.

>I wonder if she's a transfer student or something.

>I call out to her.

"Hey! Umm… Are you hurt? Can you move?"

>The girl stands up.

>Wow, her jet black hair flows like a cape down to her waist.

>It's probably a wig though.

>She's also wearing a kimono.

>I can't recognize the patterns at this distance but it has pastel blue and greens to it.

>Though the sunset is screwing with the colors a bit.

>There was a cosplay meeting at the strip mall earlier today.

>She could have come from that.

>The girl approaches me instead of walking away.

>Instead of stepping back, I decide to walk forward.

>The worst she can do is call rape and I get shot by a cop or something.

"Are you alright miss?"

>We both stop and meet face to face.

>The girl yawns and stretches.

>Then she brushes her hair away from her face revealing her sleepy dark eyes and vibrant yet soft red lips.

>"I think so," she says.

>"I sat down to rest. Then…"

>She stares at the sunset.

>Then she looks at me suddenly horrified.

>"Y-you did not do anything while I was asleep did you?"

>I show her my phone because it was still on the home screen.

"No mam. I did not"

>Suddenly a patch of her hair grabs the phone like a tentacle.

>I feel goosebumps.

>My heart falls into the pit of my stomach.

>I break out into a cold sweat as the girl checks the phone.

>She holds the phone with her hair, but yawns with one hand in her face and touches the phone with her other.

>It's cute actually.

>If it wasn't so fucking terrifying seeing it in real life.

>She hmm's.

>I swallow.

>"The last picture you took was two weeks ago."

>I can hear her muttering something but her lips weren't moving.

>Her hair swishes to the back of her head.

>She quickly grabs the phone with her hands and looks at me with watery eyes.

"I wasn't going to take any pictures!"

>Fuck dude! Why'd you sperg?

>She steps back.

>I persist.

>I don't give a fuck who she is, she's not taking my phone.

>She steps back as I step forward trying to explain.

"Listen to me. I thought you were hurt. I was going to call for medical help if you were-"

[Part 2/2]

>Suddenly the girl springs onto me.

>I drop my groceries and catch her fall.

>She wraps her arms around me perhaps unintentionally from impact.

>"This is unreal.." she says.

>Wait, that sounds like its coming from under my chin.

>She pushes herself off of me.

>"It's like a moment in these "manga" humans read."

>Strangely her mouth doesn't move when she said that.

"You read manga?"

>She looks up to me with teary eyes.

>I look away at the sky.

"Well, if you're well enought to walk then maybe I can go home and we'll never see each other again."

"I mean it's not like anyone will believe me if I told them."

>I look at the girl with sincere eyes.

"If you're going to kill me to keep your secret then make it quick."

>Her moth doesn't move but I swear I could hear her whispering "he totally reads manga".

"No, I really don't."

>The girl looks up embarrassed.

"I mean I don't read manga as much as I used to if that's what you're wondering."

>The girl blushes.

>It's like she didn't want her thought to be heard.

>I decide to wrap my arms around her.

"Th-thanks for the unintentional hug."

"I'm glad you're okay."

>The girl seems surprised, but she doesn't push me away.

>She feels quite brittle.

>Almost as if I could crush her if I hold her too hard.

>The girl puts her hand on my elbows and says "Thank you for being considerate."

>I can hear some cans drag on the ground behind me then a pop.

>I look behind me.

>A broad strand of hair pulls itself out of the bag with my can of salmon.

>The girl tries to run away from me.

>I hold her hand.

"Hey!"

>Her hairs stab into my fingertips.

"Ouch!"

>I pull my hand away.

>My fingertip has a blood drop swelling on it.

>I put my finger into my mouth.

>I could see an identical pair of soft lips and chin at the back of her skull cap.

>The tentacle hair stuffs as much salmon as it the can into its mouth as she runs away.

>I stand speechless.

>I have to admit, I'm grossed out at the abomination I just witnessed.

>Fucking sucks that she took my only can of salmon.

>However, I'm more curious than anything.

>Damn it! She's turning down the block.

>I call out to her.

"Want the test too!?"

>I throw the grocery bag bag down the street.

>The bag tears open and rice gets everywhere.

>The seaweed stays in the package."

"Here! Take it"

>No response.

>She was gone.

>Damn thief!

>Not that the police would have believed me.

>I'm not even going to pick up my bag.

>I'll just walk home.

>Looks like I'm skipping dinner tonight.

>No point in eating just carbs this late in the day anyway.

>Fuck it.

>I'll just binge on some fast food tomorrow.

>Besides, I'm not hungry anymore after that encounter.

>I'm more depressed than anything.

>Hopefully I'll be too physically exhausted I'll pass out.

>Otherwise I can suck the blood on my finger until I get home.

>I'll probably never see her again knowing my luck.

>>140802

>Said "test" instead of "rest.

Goddamn it!

>>140798

>>140802

Futakuchi-onnas are fucking cute.

>>140830

Want me to write more?

>>140956

Please.

>>140956

Of course.

>>141010

>>140962

Alright then.

Only one part tonight guys. That's all the time I have.

>BUZZ!!! BUZZ!!! BUZZ!!!

>I punch the snooze button on my alarm clock.

>Believe it or not I still use one of those in current year.

>Let's see…

>Hmm… My legs are a bit sore today but it's nothing that I can't walk on.

>Now the question is did my deposit come in today.

>I quickly grab the phone and swipe to unlock it, then check the banking app and…

>Got paid. Great!

>I put on my jean shorts over my flannel pajama pants.

>I put some deodorant on too.

>I still kinda stink but I figure I can just grab breakfast and go.

>I slip on my shoes without socks too.

>There's a convenience store down the road where I live.

>Shouldn't take too long.

>Once I grabbed my wallet, phone, and glasses I head out the the door of my apartment.

>No way…

>It can't be.

>There she is again, the Futakuchi-Onna girl from last night.

>She's currently wearing a heavy gray blue jacket with flannel inside and a pair of blue jeans.

>However today her jet black hair is tied into loops on the side of her head.

>She also has a pink ribbon holding up the rest of her hair, which now hangs just below her shoulders.

>I don't know what style the hair is.

>It looks like she made it herself to be honest.

>She seems to be smiling as she closes her eyes.

>I can see her quivering as she hands me a trio of bags.

>Two out of three bags are zip lock bags with uncooked white rice and what looks like skinned plums.

>"I forgot that I don't have a rice cooker in my new apartment," she says.

>Then she bows.

>"I'm terribly sorry. I forgot to thank you for the emergency food last night."

>I was about to close the door on her but I stop halfway.

>I open the door wide open.

"Come on in. Let's cook."

>She straightens up and straightens her jacket.

>I hold the door for her as she walks inside.

>My apartment is just a basic studio home with yellow walls, blue curtains, a kitchenette, and bath.

>There's a few clothes around here and there.

>Also a few water bottles as well.

>I was going to clean up today, but I suppose that's what I get for not expecting guests at seven thirty in the fucking morning.

>I close the door and dead bolt it.

>I'm sure Ms. Futakuchi heard the bolt as I locked it if her freezing in place is any indication.

"It's a habit of mine. Ms… Pfft!"

>I don't know her name.

>The raspberry may as well have been my final answer.

>"Oh!" she speaks. "It's Futaba. Futaba Umeko Baker."

>I scratch my head.

"Where'd the Baker come from?"

>Futaba sits down onto my futon and says, "when I was an infant I was adopted into a step family here in the United States."

>"My stepfather didn't want me to lose my surname."

>"So he added it as a middle name to my adoption papers."

"Makes sense."

>I sit down next to her.

>At least the mood is welcoming now.

>I can hear her stomach grumble as loud as mine if not louder.

>Futaba really looks hungry.

"Okay. Now before I start the rice I want to ask a small favor."

>Futaba stares blankly at the wall.

"Can I get a good look at your mouth? No pictures of course!"

>I shut down my phone and place it in a drawer next to the futon.

"See?"

>Futaba turns to me and opens up her mouth on her face.

>She stretches her lips to show me her tongue.

"I mean your other mouth."

>Futaba sighs and looks down.

"I suppose you don't have to show it if you don't-"

>Futaba grabs the collar of my shirt and begs.

>Her mouth is drooling.

>"Please! Just feed me something."

>I can feel her spitting on my face.

>"I'll do anything you want. I'm starving!"

>She bellows, "I need food NOW!"

>BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!!!

>Looks like my alarm clock chimed just in time.

>Futaba seems to calm down.

>I carefully set Futaba down onto the futon.

"I'm going to need thirty minutes to make the rice."

"Can you wait until then?"

>Futaba nods.

>I give Futaba a pat on the head.

>I go into the kitchen and set the bags food onto the counter, then prepare the rice for cooking.

>>141279

Time to feed the cutie.

I have two more parts of Futaba's story after that the chapter is done. I feel this will be a one shot story. After all this is the first time I'm write fagging for /monster/. I might continue this story if there's demand for it.

[PART 1/2]

>I return from the kitchenette after putting the rice in the pot.

>I can see Futaba rubbing her stomach.

>Before I sit down with her first I should probably pull over the black out curtains.

>While I do that I carefully watch Futaba's body language.

>I can see her staring at me nervously.

>She then covers her shoulders and looks down.

"Let's do something to keep your mind off of food in the meantime shall we?"

>I'm starting to worry about Futaba now.

>I have a feeling she thinks I'm going to do what a faceless man in hentai would do.

>I thought about it for a moment.

>It's a nice fantasy now that I think about it.

>But geeze… I'm not that kind of guy.

>And if we do it, then I want it to happen naturally.

>I sit down next to Futaba.

"I'm not that kind of guy. Don't worry!"

"Keep your clothes on and I'll keep my pants on. Deal?"

>Futaba sighs in relief.

>"Deal," she says.

"To be honest I can look up naked women any time of the week if I need a good fap."

>Futaba seems to be insulted by that statement.

>I wave my hands frantically.

"Umm!!! I'm not saying you aren't a beautiful woman or anything."

"You have an amazing body even if it is a bit thin."

>Futaba looks at me slightly annoyed.

"I mean I wouldn't mind. However…"

>I hold Futaba's shoulder.

"What I'm really interested in…"

>I point to behind Futaba's head.

"…Is what's behind here."

"I have seen beautiful women before."

"But I never have seen a beautiful woman like you who has a mouth on the back of her head."

>Futaba sighs, but she's hesitant to speak.

>She looks down.

"Don't be afraid."

"This will be a secret between the two of us."

>I hold up my pinkie.

"Pinkie promise?"

>She loops her pinkie finger around mine.

>She says, "Pinkie promise."

>I give Futaba a side hug.

"Now let's see what's behind your head."

>Futaba nods.

>She quietly turns around.

>The way she turned reminds me of a typical manga heroine like Karin from Chibi Vampire but less whiney.

>I can hear her giggle.

>However the giggle was aimed at my face than towards the wall.

>I brush Futaba's hair apart.

>A pair of lips slightly bigger than Futaba's mouth is smiling at me.

>It's a little bit arousing I gotta say.

"Why hello there."

>The lips reply with a seductive whisper, "Salutations."

"Wait so you can talk with that mouth?"

>The lips smiles again, "I can. How does it sound?"

>God that voice is sexy.

"It sounds quite."

"Are you whispering?"

A bit of hair falls over the lips and I quickly brush it out.

>"Yes," she says.

>"I do not want to talk too loudly."

>"My voice comes from my throat."

>"If I talk too loudly the the sound will echo inside my second throat next to my ears."

"I'm sure that causes migraines doesn't it?"

>Futaba nods and speaks out of her front mouth, "it does."

>I rub Futaba's shoulder.

"Poor thing."

>I use my fingers to measure Futaba's mouth, then compare it to mine.

>It's actually roughly the same size.

"I thought that your mouth would be the entire back of your head."

>Futaba talks with her front mouth.

>"I is not as big of a mouth as portrayed in Japanese lore, but technically is," she says.

>"I have a jaw too if you feel under my mouth."

>"I can't chew food without muscles in my jaw to control my teeth."

"I see…"

>I move my hand underneath Futaba's second mouth.

>I can feel a chin underneath the hair.

"It feels like your hair is actually a beard to another face."

>The second mouth rolls out its tongue and licks the palm of my hand.

>She says, "I can't tell, but it always felt natural to me."

>"I can't see the back of my head, but I can feel everything with my hair."

>"And taste too."

>Futaba suddenly slips onto my lap.

>Oh dear…

>Boner not now.

>Futaba looks behind me.

>She asks, "What's wrong?"

>I can't look her in the eye.

"I'm not going to lie."

"The circus is in town."

>Something changed in Futaba.

>Suddenly her face glows looks like it's in a trance.

"Is something wrong?"

>Futaba looks away.

"Did I say something wrong?"

>Futaba whispers something, almost as if she's apologizing.

"Futaba?"

[PART 2/2]

>Futaba moves right on top of my crotch

>SHIT!!!

>I can hear her giggling through her second mouth.

>"Oh! I get it," Futaba exclaims out of her front mouth.

>Then she whispers out of her second mouth and says, "you're pitching a tent now aren't you."

"I'm not going to lie."

"Hearing your voice out of that mouth makes my lips water."

>Futaba leans back onto my chest.

>She tugs on the ribbon holding up her hair.

>Her hair falls over my chest.

>Two strands of hair press onto my shoulders as if it were hands.

>I can see Futaba nod forward hesitantly.

>Then the hair wraps itself around my waist.

>Futaba's second mouth smiles and says "itadakimasu."

>Now's my chance.

>I pull Futaba in close.

>I softly press my lips against her mouth on the back of the head.

>Futaba initiates the kiss.

>Then our tongues meet in the middle.

>I can taste the minty fresh mouth wash in the back of the head's mouth.

>Hopefully this should help clean my morning breath.

>Futaba sucks on my tongue.

>Sorry, I forgot I was leading this dance Futaba.

>Our tongues tango in each other's mouths.

>I become harder and harder by the second.

>I can smell the cherry blossom conditioner in Futaba's hair.

>I can also feel it caressing my loins.

>Then Futaba and I break our kiss.

>Futaba slides off of me as she sits on the floor.

>Her hair clings to me as if it were a pair of arms.

>Then another strand of hair slip down where the zipper of my shorts are.

"Futaba… Wait…"

>Futaba unzips my shorts and pulls down my flannel pants.

>I can see my dick standing up straight swolen and leaking precum.

>Futaba's second mouth begins licking inside of my foreskin.

>She shutters a bit, possibly from the taste.

>I try to keep my dick clean as much as I can.

>After Futaba licks off the dick cheese at the base of my helm I squirt a bit of precum on top of her tongue.

>Futaba withraws her tongue to swallow.

>Then she smacks her lips until her mouth is oozing with saliva.

>Then with her red lips she sucks me into her mouth.

>I can't help but lean back with half of my dick in Futakuchi's mouth.

>She's constantly teasing me with her tongue.

>I can feel her sharp yet flat teeth rubbing on my shaft.

>I can't tell if Futaba wants to milk me or bite.

>I'm not taking any chances.

>I grab Futaba's forehead.

>I can feel it wrinkle under my fingertips.

>I stand up.

>There, now I can touch Futaba's uvula? I think.

>I don't have a fourteen inch dick, but at least I have a third of the size.

>Futaba's jaw clamps up.

>Her tongue rests pressed against my dick.

>I begin to move my hips.

>I can feel Futaba's hair gripping my ass as I thrust into her mouth.

"Wow! This feels great."

>I can hear Futaba's gag vibrating her skull.

>I wonder what's she's thinking right now.

>I'm face fucking the back of a Futakuchi-onna's head.

>Those noises have to be echoing throughout her skull.

>Damn! Thinking about that makes me swell.

"Hold on! I'm gonna!"

>My dick fires inside of Futaba's mouth.

>I can hear her gasping out of her front mouth.

>Meanwhile her second mouth is sucking as much as she can.

>Her tongue swirls around my dick.

>It feels like a gentle massage.

>It certainly eases the pain of comming so hard.

>And then I squirt again.

>My knees give out.

>I collapse onto the futon.

>Futaba's second mouth sucks as she pulls away from my dick.

>My dick plops back onto my pants.

>It's covered with saliva.

>Futaba swallows one more time.

>Then she climbs up onto the futon and faces me.

>I can see Futaba's eyes water with tears.

>But her face…

>That face…

>The puckered lips.

>The gentle eyes.

>It's the kind of face you can only get from an Asian woman in love with you.

>Futaba kisses my cheek as she uses her hair to clean up my dick and sheath it back into my pants.

>My vision blurs every time I blink.

>I close my eyes and rest my head on the top of Futaba's head.

>As I stroke Futaba's hair her second mouth kisses my hand.

>I don't care if she's a monster.

>I know I want to know Futaba more.

>I want to take care of her.

>It's only fair because she's taking care of me right?

—End

>>141595

Wonderful story.

If only I have a girl like Futaba.

>>141604

Thanks.

I was worried about jumping into sex right away because quick sex isn't my thing. At the same time I needed to provide some sexual relief for the Futakuchi-Onna lovers. Since their main features are prehensile hair and a second mouth why not go oral on the first run?

Besides I couldn't leave Futaba starving for thirty minutes to an hour while the rice steams.

>>141609

As the doujin in the OP shows, Futakuchi onnas have dicksucking lips.

>>141620

I tried to make Futaba's second mouth believable at least. I know the mouths are usually bigger at the back of the head. And I know in some stories that the mouth in the back of the head is a separate entity from the woman. If I continue writing I may give the mouth a separate personality or at least make her mouth whisper thoughts Futaba doesn't want to share as a gag.

If you want a gf to mindfuck, futakuchi onna is for you.

I'm thinking about writing some more Futakuchi-Onna as a lite novel (I don't think I'll do a CYOA just yet). However the thought came to me about expanding Futaba's story into something like a "Monster Girl Cosplay Club" where I introduce other monster girls who cosplay in different outfits and take pictures for Patreon donations. Thoughts?

>>142655

I like the idea.

I say go for it.

>>142655

You should try it.

>>139614

Here you go:

http://nhentai.net/g/98657/

>>142659

>>142758

I'm going to have to spend some time researching a supporting cast. It doesn't have to be all Japanese monsters. Anyway I'll post a new OP when story is ready.

>>142778

Thanks.

Imagine the possibilities with that hair.

How about a bump with one more piece before I make a topic?

Going to write the thread as a novel because I greentexed like a faggot.

—

Part 1

I must have fallen asleep again. What time is it? I sit up to check the alarm clock next to me. It says that it is around nine twenty-seven in the morning. I lay back down in bed thinking to myself. It couldn't have been a dream could it?

I spend a few minutes thinking to myself what happened last night. Or was it this morning? There was a girl who visited me to apologize for something about food. And she had two mouths I think. There was a mouth in the back of her head now that I remember that much.

And then she…

She…

I pull up my unbuckled shorts. It must have been a dream. No human alive would do that on the first date with a guy me.

I'm too hungry to think about those things right now. I can feel my stomach rumble. I sit up to think. Looks like breakfast will be over wherever I go. I guess I'll go grocery shopping in a few hours. I kick off my shorts and pajama pants and take off my shirt. Then I throw my clothes in a pile. My fat belly hangs over my lap but I can still see my manhood. Which means I'm not morbidly obese just yet. I don't care if what I eat is going to add two hundred pounds. If it was a dream then I wonder if I still have my dinner from–

–Whoa!

A porcelain plate lands on muh dick. Okay then! I'm having my dinner for breakfast. I don't remember making these. I probably should scoot the plate over so that it doesn't touch anything else. Much better!

On the plate there appears to be three globs of rice, shaped like a circle, triangle, and a square, each wrapped in sea weed. The rice was formed with great care. Something my big hands can't really do with. They smell sweet but I can smell pickles I think. It smells way too sweet to be a sweet pickle.

I couldn't wait. I don't care where it came from I'm eating!

I picked up one of the rice balls and take a bite. The rice may have cooled off but I can taste moisture within the sweet starch. The rice grains were soft, fluffy, and easy to chew. When I take a second bite I can taste the savory sweet and sour juices mixing with the steam inside. I have to take a moment to slow down and savor the taste to recognize it.

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Part 2

“Prum?” I say out loud with a bit of rice flying out of my mouth. A strand of jet black hair catches the grains and pops it back in my mouth. I swallow in slight disgust. Wait? Where did this hair come from?

Before I can turn around a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders. I turn my head to look. I see a young Japanese woman smiling at me. Her large chestnut eyes gazing back at me. It wasn't a dream after all.

I continue to focus on eating. The woman hangs on my shoulders and speaks. Her voice is almost like a whisper. She says “mother and I made the pickled plum last summer. Do you like it?” I take another bite and give a satisfying “mmm-hmm”. The woman giggles a “thanks”. She then whispers to me, “but you were the one who made the rice. perfect for onigiri.”

I swallow. Then I say, “true but you did the rest of the work Futaba.” Futaba? I think that's her name. I pop the seaweed half into my mouth. Wow! This tastes even better with seaweed. I have to take a moment to savor the blend. “Besides,” I continue, “I couldn't shape these with my big hands.”

Futaba blushes and looks away. I can hear her mumble, “I didn't do that much.”

I mumble “bullshit.” I set the plate down on the bed and scoot next to her. I move close to Futaba's ear. Unintentionally my beard brushes softly against Futaba's cheek. I can confirm; I feel her shake in response. I tell Futaba “if you're too modest then I might forget the best meal I ever had.” Futaba sighs, “it really isn't that great.”

“So you can do better then?” I ask.

I put my hand on Futaba's shoulder and say “I'd like to try out your other meals sometime. For now this is more than enough to fuel me for the day. You're a life saver.” Futaba looks at me in the eye and and says “I'm not really. It's the least I can…” Futaba pauses. “Umm, I mean you were the one who saved me from starving to death.”

I shrug and say “Come on. All I did was cook the rice and pass out.”

Futaba says nothing. I can see her cheeks glow red. Then realization hits me like a low blow soon followed by regret. I look down and say “R-right.”

Wait? Why am I acting like a cuck now? She was the one that unzipped my pants.

“I should leave,” Futaba says as she stands up. I quickly grab Futaba's wrist.

“Wait!”

Then I take one of the rice balls and put it next to the back of Futaba's head. “Please… Eat some.” Futaba takes a deep breath but she's still breathing heavily. “You won't have to do that again if you're full right?” From the back of Futaba's head I can see a tongue lick one of the rice balls. I press on. “Go on,” I say. “You can have this one.”

Futaba's hare carefully wraps around my hand until it feels the rice ball. I guide Futaba to sit back down on the futon. Then her hair grabs the rice ball as a second pair of lips emerges from her hair. It takes a big bite out of the rice ball. Futaba seems to be enjoying it. Then I reach for the third rice ball and split it in half. I take the half without the pickled plum and set it in Futaba's hand. Futaba looks at me with watering eyes.

I ask her, “So, want to get pizza later or something tonight?” Futaba quietly eats the rice ball. I comment, “right… Probably should wait until you're done eating.” I lay back down onto the bed. Then I hear something buzzing next to my ear. I sit up and look for my phone. I find it hanging out of my shorts on the floor. Must be Futaba's phone then.

Using her hair Futaba pulls an old flip phone out of her pocket. Why any human would use a flip phone in current year plus is beyond me. I suppose if one was a yōkai with prehensile hair then perhaps utility is worth the downgrade. “Who is it?” I ask. While she eats Futaba presses the keypad on her phone with her hair. Then Futaba swallows. “It's my boss,” she says. “I told her she can come pick me up.” I scratch the back of my head and say, “sorry you had to walk all the way here last night. Did you sleep outside?” Futaba holds up her hands, eyes wide. “What!? No!” she exclaims. “I actually live here as well. My apartment is actually underneath yours.”

“Huh…”

“Yeah…” Futaba sighs.

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Part 3

I stand up and stretch. “I'd ask for a ride to the store, but I think I should shower first.” Futaba rubs my shoulder with her hair. “That's probably for the best,” she says. “My boss says she has one of my co-workers and she is very picky about the smell.”

Someone rings the door bell. “And speak of the devil.” I quickly put on my shorts. “I'll get it!” Futaba gasps. She immediately runs after me. I think she was trying to tell me something but I was too far away from her. I open the door. “Can I help you?” I ask.

It seems that I've been visited by what appears to be a teenage girl in her early decade wearing a navy business suit. Or so it seems. She points at me and says “You…”

I point to myself, “Me?”

The girl springs head first into my gut knocking the wind out of me. I keel over. Then I see a larger figure towering over the girl. The girl then puts a rag into my mouth as the larger figure holds me back. The rag was filled with a taste that is making my head go blank. What was this stuff called again?

I black out after that.

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And that's all for now.

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>>148118

This is good stuff.

>>148127

This is all I have until I get the Monster Girl Cosplay Club set up. That will probably be it's own thread. Or at least I'll post chapters in the writefag thread.