/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

One of my story ideas involves manticore who is equivalent to our worlds male SJW or white knight who doesn't want to rape or even force herself on guys but they think its some bait-and-switch tactic. Could also work with other aggressive monstergirls.

>>97265

obvious one

>gets teased and gets into a fight about it

>fight accidentally transitions into making out

>attempts skanky ghetto break dancing

>subconsciously keeps transitioning from ape-imitating ass bounces into sensual and lithe moves

>tries out being a punk and rolls up to a geek to extract lunch money

>three minutes into it realizes she is now in an impromptu femdom porn shoot

Wait, what would happen if she wore a niqab or a burqa?

And like a hueg muumuu?

Would she still be sexy?

>>97305

>gets baggiest clothes she could find that still cover her

>generates static so it clings to her form so she actually has a body instead of looking like some moving pillar

>subconsciously gives seductive eyes to whoever looks at her

>unwittingly uses a sultry voice all the time

Just a couple thoughts how that would go.

>>97316

Feminist everything.

Instant turn off, in that case.

>>97265

Could be improved by making it an Alp

All the stuff that he used to do as a guy had to stop BECAUSE he became a girl

>>97411

Can a writefag get on this one?

>>97417

I'd do it except I'm already running a quest so I'll just bump this anon's request. I'd like to add request that no matter what the Alp tries, always ends up looking like a reverse trap

>>97411

I dunno anon. That kinda seems to change the cuteness of it.

>>97277

Wouldn't an SJW or white knight monster have all the same fetishes if not worse, or at least handled in a worse/more extreme manner? Like, instead of wanting to just conquer someone, they have the equivalent of a ryona fetish that they desperately repress and assume everyone else has?

>>97447

Are we also assuming that this theoretical SJMG is actually attractive, instead of the rainbow-dishwater brigade?

>>97411

Hmm. Nah. Point is a monster trying to rebel against hardwired parts of her species… and failing miserably, hilariously, and adorably.

>>97477

Didn't even think about it. I assume she would be mildly attractive, at least. I was thinking of something closer to white knight than actual SJW. So some stupid tendencies, but not making themselves look hideous on purpose or out of jealousy and laziness.

>>97447

>>97477

>>97482

Now that I think of it, "nice guy" or "bonnet tipper" is probably better to describe what I had in mind. She wants to find husband without forcing herself on anybody. Possibly sometimes asking monstergirls to check their mamono privilege but not being too obnoxious about it.

>>97579

I'd check a monstergirl's privilege, if you know what I mean.

sage for pointless shitpost

>>97477

>Are we also assuming that this theoretical SJMG is actually attractive

>>implying a monster girl could be "not attractive"

what monster girls are - sexuality incarnate in infinite variations

Thought about writing this later.

Studious orc girl

>Spends all her time reading

>Really smart but has a hard time articulating herself due to problems with human language and writing.

>All her orc friends talk about trapping cute guys and raping them, while she's in the background trying to fit in.

>Has to hide her history and science books in copies of Rapebait Monthly.

>Has one nerdy boy she constantly picks on but she's afraid to rape him because she doesn't want to hurt him and she is afraid to date him due to her peers.

>Can't find anyone to identify with in person, so has to rely on anonymous messaging communities to interact with people who share her interests.

>Dreams one day she can find a husbando that doesn't just see her as hot brute.

>>98278

Does she get an online friend, and slowly grow closer to them before agreeing to meet irl and then discovering that it was the nerd she bullies all along? I would read it either way though.

>>97579

I don't really think privilege checking is all that tomboyish, anon.

>>98280

That's a cool idea. Probably won't use it because it's a little too convenient.

>>98278 continued.

I guess her name is Lorka

>One day Lorka is bullying her nerd.

>His name is Thomas. Most of the other monster girls ignore him because he's skinny and short.

>Thomas likes to read novels whenever he's alone during free time, which is pretty often.

>One of her favorite pastimes is to grab Thomas's latest read and tease him about it.

>She pulls it above his head and makes him jump for it while reciting passages from it.

>Her friends finds this endlessly amusing, listening to the mushy stuff the little human reads.

>Lorka secretly takes it as a chance to fish for book recommendations.

>She always makes sure to only read aloud the parts he's read so she doesn't spoil anything.

> Usually Thomas tries to jump up and catch it or bargain with homework help (which she doesn't need) to get his novel back.

>But today is different.He just stares at her and sighs.

> "Look, I've read that one before. It's one of my favorites. Just take it. "

>He starts to walk out of the classroom. All the other orcs around Lorka are snickering. It's one of the first time he's done something like this.

>Before he leaves, he turns around.

> "Give it a read. Maybe you'll like it.

>She gives him an arrogant laugh and slams it into a trash can.

>Thomas shakes his head and walks out of the room, muttering something about boneheaded orcs under his breath.

>Lorka's friends high five her and pat her on the back.

>When everyone else left, Lorka fished the book out of the trashcan and hid it in her backpack.

>Lorka turns it over and looks at the cover.

>A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving.

>>98300

Well in that case I'm gonna save that ending for if I'm ever a bad enough dude to write porn for /monster/.

>>98300

Are you posting more or is that all for tonight?

>>98322 This is it for tonight.

>>98300 continued

>Afterschool, Lorka tries to sneak up to her room so she can read the book.

>”AHHHHHH! There’s my little bone-splitter!”

>Oh shit, it’s dad.

>Her burly, Orcish father scoops up Lorka and gives her a bear hug.

>He sets her down and snorts. “I’m going on a boar hunt this weekend. You’re joining me.”

> Lorka put on a fake smile. “Oh great! Sounds fun dad!” Lorka hated hunting. Especially since her dad made her stick to the old ways. That meant minimum clothing, smearing dirt and leaves onto the skin as camo, and using a spear or a bow.

>She’d have to spend all of Sunday washing off dirt, sweat, and blood. And she’d be behind on all her homework because her dad didn’t respect that “scholarly word junk”.

>Thankfully, Lorka's mother walked into the room. “Jor’ak we talked about this. She needs to study and do her homework. This isn’t a good time.”

>Jor’ak bristled. “Who cares about that garbage, Radha? She’s gotta be a hunter and provide for herself if she wants to find a good mate! No one wants to marry a weak orc!”

>Radha arched an eyebrow “Really? I don’t seem you minding marrying a “weak orc” like me. I was never into hunting or fighting when I was younger. But here I am.”

>Jor’ak looks down, scuffling his feet against the floor. “Baby, don’t be like that. I just want to make sure she’s strong enough to take care of herself. You know I love you.”

>Radha walked over and gave him a peck on the cheek. “You know I’m right. Orcs can’t just live by hunting and killing anymore. Lorka needs an education so she can find a good job. Go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready. “

>Jor’ak shuffles out of the room. Lorka always enjoyed watching her mom mess with her father. Jor’ak would put on a big show of being a chest beating alpha around his friends or Lorka, but he was a huge pushover when it came to his wife.

>Dinner went by without incident. Her mom did keeping trying to pry into Lorka’s love life. When she brought up “that scrawny little boy you torment” there was a bemused smile on her face.

>Lorka slammed a fist on the table and told her dad about what she’d done to him today.

>He cackled with glee when she described Thomas’ face when she slammed the book into the trash can.

>Radha rolled her eyes and gave Lorka a curious smile. Like she knew something. “I guess you really like him, huh sweetie?”

> “Me? Like a little weakling like him? Pffaah! He’d probably wet himself at the sight of the creatures me and dad hunt!”

>”Whatever you say dear.”

>After dinner, Lorka whizzes through her homework and pulls Thomas’s book out of her backpack and begins to read it.

>It’s about the life of a human boy who is born deformed. He is extremely short and speaks in a high shrill voice. The story revolves around his experiences with the world around him, and how even though he is such a different individual, he has his own unique philosophy about God and life.

>The book starts off as bizarre and somewhat inappropriate slice of life story about Owen and his best friend. But then Owen accidentally kills his best friend’s mother, and Lorka just can’t put it down. She gets through almost a third of it in one night.

>She falls asleep with the book in her hand, her dreams filled with talking to Thomas about the book while holding hands.

>>98337

damn fine work anon.

>>98337 Continued

>Lorka spends the rest of the next day reading the book whenever she gets the chance.

>She hides the book in her textbook and binder while she pretends to pay attention. Not like she needed help with chemistry or math. She worked on that stuff for fun.

>English was another matter. Lorka wasn’t exactly the best at expressing herself thanks to the differences in English and Orcish. Outside of class it was fine, but when she got down to grammar and sentence structure on tests it wasn’t easy. Writing essays also took her a lot longer than most of the other students. Normally, a student struggling with time constraints could get extra time, but Lorka’s Orcish pride kept her from asking for help. It was just something her dad had always told her to do.

>Still, she tried to pay attention while the teacher was speaking. She couldn’t afford to get another D or C in English if she wanted a decent GPA for college application.

>The best part of English was sitting behind Thomas. When she walked in after lunch she made a beeline for his desk to pester him.

>”Hey squirt what sappy shit you are reading today?”

> Thomas didn’t even look at her. “Cat’s Cradle”.

> “Sounds like something a sissy like you would enjoy. Is it some kinda arts and crafts manual?”

>Thomas curls his lips up with disgust. “No actually. It’s about a scientist who just does whatever he feels like without regards to anyone’s feelings. And how his thoughtless, self-absorbed actions ruin everyone’s lives.

>He shoots her a hate filled look and then glances at the trashcan. “I’d say you might enjoy it, but well…I know how you feel about reading for fun.”

>He was right. She had been a huge asshole yesterday to cover her reputation in front of her friends. Her Orcish instinct tells her to smash his face, to wipe that look off his face. Instead, she just takes up her seat behind him without saying a word. She’s on the verge of crying. But a strong orc doesn’t cry. Even when the guy she likes hates her.

>The lesson goes by mercifully quick. It’s Lorka and Thomas’s last class before school ends.

>As the class is exiting, Lorka puts her hand on Thomas’s shoulder. He whirls around and glares at her. “Yes?”

>”We aren’t square from earlier.” She wants to apologize. She wants to let him know that she’s sorry and she only picked on him so much cause he was cute and smart. The least she can do is offer him to take him to get a burger or something.

>Thomas pulls out his wallet and hands her twenty bucks. “I’m sure that will cover it. If not, I can help you with your English later.”

>Tears begin to well up but Lorka fights through it. “I don’t want your money!” She slaps the twenty out of his hand and stomps out of the classroom.

>Thomas sighs as he leans down and picks up the money. This is the first time he’s seen her display an emotion other than brash arrogance. He kneads the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb.

>Godammit, she was always bullying him, always teasing and haranguing him, and she could be even worse when her friends were around. That was all true.

> "Even so", Thomas thought to himself, "why do I feel like such an asshole?"

>Lorka stormed into the house. She didn't want to deal with her dad. Oh God, that’s the last person she needed to see right now.

>The house is mercifully quiet. Usually her dad would be watching TV on the couch if he was home. The one human invention he respected. Orcs didn’t like to admit it, but one of the most fun things when they were in the wild was listening to the tribe shaman tell tales of the old heroes around the fire.

>Her dad spent a lot of his free time watching old war documentaries of the ancient human/orc wars and the occasional hunting program. She still needed to avoid her mother. She just wanted to be left alone.

>”Lorka sweetie, are you home?” her mother walked into the living room. “Oh sweetie, you look upset. Are you okay? Did one of the girls challenge your position in the group?”

> Lorka wiped the tears from her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Everything’s fine”.

>Radha puts her hand on her hip. “Sweetie, your dad isn’t here. He’s going out of town on business for a bit. You can talk to me. I know it’s not okay to bottle your emotions up. Come on sit on the couch, I’ll make you some herbal tea.” Lorka sat on the couch and tried her best to not look pathetic. She was just glad her dad wasn’t her. He didn’t like to see much weakness in his daughter.

>Radha came into the room and sat down next to Lorka, offering her a steaming cup of green tea. Her mom’s tea was the best. It never ceased to make her feel better. “Alright dear, now tell me what happened.”

>It all came gushing out. Lorka told her mom about her feelings for Thomas. How she thought he was cute and smart. It didn’t even matter that he was short and weak. How she picked on him with the other girls constantly to cover up her feelings. She told her mother about how he was mad for throwing away the book and that he hated her and just saw her as a bully.

>She curled up on her mom’s shoulder and cried for a bit, while her mother stroking her hands through her daughter's wild mane and braids. “Sweetheart, you really made a pig’s ear of this didn’t you? You’re just like your father even though you have so much of me in you.”

>Lorka sniffed “What do I do?”

>“Well sweetie, you have to know your man. I know you are into books and education more than you let on around your dad. You need to make some kind of gesture as an apology. Maybe get him a gift that would speak to him. Then you can spend time with him if he accepts. If he gets to know you, I’m sure you’d hit it off. He seems to share your interests.”

>“Maybe I should just give up…”

>Radha cupped her hands around Lorka’s face and stared at her. “Sweetheart, that’s the worst thing you can do. I know your father spends all his time talking about ‘what makes a great orc’ but I’ll tell you the secret of being a great orc. You don’t give up on the people or things you hold dear no matter what. That’s how we’ve lasted as long as we have. Your father didn’t want to marry me at first because he thought I was just a soft shaman’s daughter. So I went out into the woods and killed the biggest boar I could find and left it on his doorstep. I didn’t give up and your father respected that. I think Thomas will respect you too, if you apologize and tell him how you feel.”

>Lorka wiped the rest of the tears from her eyes. “Thanks mom that helped a lot.”

>“No problem, sweetie. “ Radha got up from the couch. “Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. Go ahead and wash up.”

>After dinner, Lorka spent the rest of her night reading Owen Meany. She felt a lot of connection with Owen. He was such a strange person compared to the rest of his world, but he always felt he had a purpose. He spent all of his time getting ready for what he considered to be the reason he was put on this Earth. If she had even a fraction of his determination, Lorka was sure she could make Thomas like her. She drifted off to sleep, the book still in her hand.

>She didn’t see her mother slip into the room. Radha plucked the book from Lorka’s hands and set it on the night stand. Her mother kissed her on the cheek as she pulled the covers over Lorka’s sleeping form.

>“Sleep tight, my little Aru’ka. May your dreams be free of worry and your nightmares cower in fear.”

>>98659

My bad, continued from >>98583

>>98660

Keep writing, anon. Are you stupid or something?

>>98659

Man, i can't wait till tomorrow now.

>>99254

I'm still alive, working on the next part. I took a midterm yesterday and it wiped me out.

>>98659 Continued

Perspective switch to Thomas. If you guys want me to stop using greentext lemme know, I didn't expect to write so much.Also decided to take the time to finally describe what Lorka looks like.

>A week had passed since the incident with Lorka. She had been keeping her distance from him. Thomas hadn’t even been accosted by her friends in a while. It made him feel uneasy. Thomas was a constant target of bullying and harassment, he had developed somewhat of a sixth sense for when trouble was going to come his way. Still, it had been so quiet after he told her Lorka off. He was expecting a bit of revenge, if not from Lorka herself maybe her friends. She was avoiding him. He’d offered to help Lorka with her English twice this week and she turned him down both times.

>As Thomas made his way to his locker, Lorka brushed past him. He tried to say hi but she just let out a snort and kept walking. It made him feel worse. He didn’t really hate her. She could be a huge pain in the ass but she’d never hurt him like some of the other bullies. A small part of him must have felt guilty for the way he had treated her. It didn’t make much sense to him, logically speaking. She was a bully, why should he worry about a bully’s feelings? He tried to shrug it off as best he could.

>Thomas settled down for another boring day in history. Could be worse. He knew most of the stuff in this class so he could goof off and read novels if he was careful…What’s this?

>Thomas pulls out a book someone left in the desk. Huh. “This looks just like my copy of Owen Meany” Thomas flips open the cover. “Wait…this is my copy!” It was a bit torn up from when Lorka slammed it into the trash. Several of the pages were bent and there were some unseemly stains.Still, he could tell it was his. He had signed his name on the inside of the cover. Someone had put a little sticky note on the inside.

>“Found this in the trash, thought you’d want it back. I need to talk to you about your situation. Meet me after school behind the gym. Signed- A friend.”

>This seemed really sketchy. Why wouldn’t they just give him the book back like a normal person? It could be a trap from some rape happy monster… But they had taken the time to get his book back to him. Most monsters Thomas knew weren’t this patient. Thomas was willing to take a chance and humor the stranger's request.

>The rest of the day went by fairly quickly. When he slid in front of Lorka before English, she didn’t say anything. She seemed to be busy thinking about something else. The lesson dragged on forever. The teacher was a particularly dispassionate Sahuagin. She knew her stuff, but the way she presented the material was so dry it almost made Thomas fall asleep. His mind drifted back to his mysterious friend, deepening his curiosity.What could they want with him?

>When class finally finished, Thomas leapt out of the classroom and rushed to the gym. He waited for the last gym class to filter out and then snuck behind the gymnasium. There wasn’t much behind the building, just some a dumpster and a couple of old gym mats. He leaned up against the wall and waited. After a couple minutes he heard footsteps. Finally time to meet his mysterious…

>An orc rounded the corner. She was a foot taller than Thomas and had mottled green skin like most of her kind. A few scars were visible across her arms and legs, doubtlessly from hunting. While she wore the typical school girl’s uniform of a shirt and a medium length skirt, she also wore a band of leather around her right arm and a bearskin shin guard around her left leg. Her hair was a wild mane of black, with a couple strands knotted into braids. Thomas could see bones and totems wrapped in her braids, trophies of important kills. Her eyes were red with black sclera, giving her a gaze a cruel and arrogant cast. A small pair of tusks curled out of her green, full lips. She was at once savage and feminine, with wide full hips, a large bust, and thick, meaty thighs. She could probably break Thomas in half over her knee if she wanted to.

>She gazed down at Thomas. Her expression softened for a moment. “Hey, I’m uh… glad you showed.”

>"Lorka!? "

>>99301

>inb4 they kiss

i think greentext is fine for now

>>99301

IN B4 SNU SNU WITH SNUGGLING, HAND HOLDING, AND OTHER CONSENSUAL LEWDS

greentext suits this well though.

>>99301 continued

>Thomas was expecting a lot of things. To be punched in the face. To be extorted. Maybe even raped if she was feeling particularly angry. Nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.

>Lorka began to speak. "I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice - not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany." She just perfectly recited the first paragraph of Owen Meany. What.the.Fuck.

> She glanced at him nervously, rubbing her arm while she addressed him“It was a very good book. Thank you for sharing it with me. I called you out here because I wanted to tell you something. I’m sorry”. The last two words Thomas expected out of her mouth.

>“I’m sorry for being such a dick all the time. I’m sorry for forcing you to put up with my bullshit. And I’m sorry for not respecting you. ” She pulled a package out of her backpack and handed it to Thomas. “Here, it’s an apology for damaging your book.”

>Thomas ripped off the wrapping paper. It was a hardcover copy of a Prayer for Owen Meany. “This is amazing…it even has the stuffed armadillo from the book on the cover.” Thomas looked up at her. “I don’t know what to say.”

>Lorka looked at him, and gave him a warm, genuine smile. “I’m just glad you like it.”

>“I don’t understand…why do all of this? I thought I was just a chew toy to you?”

>Lorka face blushed, a deep shade of crimson washed over her face. “Be-because I think you are cute, and smart, and I like you a lot and I just wanted you to notice me even if it was just cause I was being mean to you.”

>Thomas sat on the ground. “Wow. I thought I was pretty much ready for anything. I don’t think I was expecting any of that.”

>Lorka sat down next to him, both of them just leaning against the back of the gym. She was afraid to say anything. She didn’t want him to hate her. She didn’t want him to say “I’d never date a gross ass orc”. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Thankfully he broke the silence.

>“So everything you did, it was because you liked me?”

>She nods her head. “The 'me' you see in public…it’s not really who I am. Orcs aren’t supposed to be book smart or kind. We’re supposed to be strong and proud. I messed with you because I thought it was the only way I could talk to you without looking like a weakling to the other girls. When I would bully you, I’d see what you were reading and then read it later.”

>“You like to read?” Thomas asks.

>“Yeah. A lot. It’s kinda of frowned upon to care about unimportant things. We don’t have much softness in orc culture. At least my dad’s view of it. We’re supposed to be interested in survival and strengthening ourselves. Focusing on sentiment, emotions, philosophy…it’s considered a waste of time”

>“That’s really sad. I don’t think reading or caring about things outside strength is a bad thing. I mean look at us humans. We aren’t as strong as most monsters but we’ve been able to survive as long as we have because of our intelligence. Don’t ever let them discourage you, Lorka. I think you’re very strong for telling me how you really feel.”

>Lorka blushes and tries not say anything. It’s the first time she’s felt accepted for who she is by someone other than her mother.

>They just sat there for a little bit. Lorka didn’t really know what else to say. Neither did Thomas. Thomas didn’t really know what to think. This girl just bared her soul to him, told him how she felt, even let him see her at her most vulnerable. It was shocking, to say the least.

>>99792 continued

>Lorka turned her head to look at him. “Thomas…I have to ask. What do you think of me?” Her eyes were pleading. It was strange to Thomas seeing an orc this open with their emotions. She could be awfully cute when she wasn’t terrorizing him.

>“I think you’re amazing for setting aside your pride and telling me all this. It took a lot of guts to do that. But if all you’ve said is true, I don’t really know the real you. So I can’t say if I like you or not.”

>Lorka wrapped her arms around her legs. “I see…” Her heart dropped. At least she’d given it a try.

>“So I have an idea. If you can be a little more patient, why don’t we go on a date this weekend? We can talk and stuff in the meantime. I can get to know you better. Then we can go from there. Okay?”

>Lorka’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. She stood up suddenly “Yes! Perfect! That sounds great!”

>Thomas stood up too; he couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. The more he interacted with her, the cuter he found her. “Then it’s a date! Here, let’s swap numbers so we can text about the details.”

>They pulled out their phones and exchanged numbers. As they started to leave, Thomas walked close to Lorka. “Hey, I just wanted to say thank you. I know that wasn’t easy for you.” He stood on his tip toes and gave her a kiss on the lips. Lorka’s eyes widen in surprise, but then she leaned down to make it easier for him to reach her. After a moment, Thomas broke the kiss. Lorka’s face turned a bright shade of red. Thomas gave her a smile, satisfied at her reaction. “See you tomorrow, okay?”

>He quickly departed, Lorka just stood there with a daze look on her face, her fingers tracing the spot where Thomas had kissed her. Then all at once, her animalistic instincts swelled up. Pride, Happiness, Lust, and Affection, all of it swelled until it couldn’t be contained any further.

>She pumped her fist into the air and let out a roar of triumph, “Gor’ma tu Vehk!

> “Glory in Victory!”

>>100060

I've got a pastebin with a couple stories I've done. I have a couple one shots and then a few stories I really need to finish but I've just been too uninspired to complete. http://pastebin.com/u/gundam80

Also this one isn't done yet, I've still got more planned if you care to stick around.

>>100197

We do want to stick around.

At risk of sounding offensive: what time zone are you in, and when in that zone can we expect updates?

I understand that you'll only update when you have time, but I'd like to know if there is a certain time which you would be more likely to update at.

That said, I am obviously enjoying the story and I am glad to see that you want to continue it! It's very cute and I'm excited to see where you'll take it.

>>100197

will stick around if snu snu leads to a long term relationship preferably leading to marriage, cuddling, having family outings in the park, and other inappropriate activities for /monster/

>>100226

That's pretty fucking lewd mate, I don't know if I feel comfortable writing that. :^)

>>100216

I'm United States Central time. I usually update around anywhere from 7 PM to 1 AM depending on how comfortable I feel with my editing.

>>99793

>Lorka composed herself before she entered her home. She didn’t want her mom to see her grinning from ear to pointy ear.

>She trudged into the house as though it was just a normal day. She hummed quietly as she sat down at the family table and played with her phone while her mother was washing dishes.

>“So how was your day ,sweetie?”

>“Mhmm the usual. Nerada got into a fight with some oni bitch. They damn near tore each other’s hair out. English was boring. I practically slept through it today. I’ve also got a field trip form for you to sign.”

>Radha turned around and arched an eyebrow. “Lorka, don’t play with your mother. What happened with Thomas?”

>Lorka examined her finger nails. “Oh that? Yeah, he was really happy about the book. He said something about going on a date this weekend?”

>Radha sat down the plate she was washing. “No!”

>Lorak smiled and stood up “Yes!”

>Radha picked her daughter up in a hug and twirled her around. “I am so proud of you! Ohhhh, this is fantastic! I bet you pinned him against the wall and made him yours right there.”

>“Mom…squeezing too tight…can’t breathe” her mother relaxed her arms a bit and Lorak let out a sigh of relief. “Well, not exactly. You know how conservative humans are about that thing. But he did…sort of kiss me on the lips.”

>Radha playfully punched her daughter on the arm “Well look at you! On your way to your first relationship! So where is this alleged first date happening.”

>Lorka held up her phone. “He wants to take me to an art museum. His mom got tickets for him, but she couldn’t go. So he was going to go by himself but now he’s got me! He did say I needed to wear something fancy, so I don’t know what to do about that…”

>A mischievous glint flashed across Radha’s eyes. “Lorka my dear, this is a formal event! How about I show you something I’ve been preparing for you when the time came?”

>She hurried Lorka into the living room and ran up the stairs. “Close your eyes sweetie, this is a surprise.”

>She waited until she heard her mother come down the stairs again. “Okay, you can open them!”

> Lorka’s mouth dropped on open. “Is that….”

>“Yup” Radha grinned

>“And you sewed that just for me?”

>“Yup!” her grin widened.

>“Mom, this is going to give him a heart attack!”

>Her mother arched an eyebrow suggestively. “Dear, that’s the idea.”

>Lorka squeezed her mother in a massive hug. “You are the best mother ever.”

>Radha snorted and feigned humbleness “Oh, I try dear. But I guarantee you, when Thomas sees you wearing this, his heart will be yours.”

>Lorka smiled. Now all she had to do was contain her patience till next weekend.

>>100298

don't care that it's a stereotype. this needs to happen at least once in this story because reasons

>>97411

This pretty much. Alphood is more interesting than Tomboy Succubihood.

>>100269

Need moreplz

>>100298

>>100299

>Implying I would write a story about orcs without a pelt bikini.

Radha's gift wasn't a pelt bikini, but I assure you it's pretty great.

>>100269 continued

> It was still a couple more days before the date. Lorka had been chatting with Thomas over text.

>“Hey, do you want to meet up at lunch tomorrow?” Thomas asked

> “What about the girls? Won’t they think that’s suspicious?”

> “Well duh, just feed them some excuse and come meet me under the bleachers by the track. I’ve got a new book to share if you’re interested.”

> “Great! I’ll make a dessert; we can snack on it while we talk.”

>“This is sounding an awful lot like a date Lorka; I thought we agreed that’d be Saturday?

>“Thomas, believe me. This is just us hanging out. You’d be able to tell if it was a date or not.”

>The next day, Thomas sat by the bleachers playing with his phone. He wasn’t going to eat till Lorka showed up. That would just be rude. Still, he wondered what was taking her so long.

>“Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. The girls were kinda annoyed but I told them I had to take care of some business. I kinda implied it involved a guy…”

>Thomas arched an eyebrow. “Well, you’re not lying. Still, it’d be funny to see the look on their faces if they knew it was me.”

>Lorka sat down next to him with a smile, a small box of homemade treats in her hand.

>She popped it open and threw Thomas one of the treats.

>“Here, try this. It’s good.”

>It looked like something between a root and a pastry. Thomas took a bite and it damn near broke his tooth. “Oh damn, that’s hard! I feel like I chipped a tooth.”

>“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Lemme have a look.” She scanned his mouth. No serious damage. She let out a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry…this is sweet root. It’s an orc sweet. I guess humans can’t really eat them without these” she said as she pointed to her tusks.

>Thomas broke off a part of the root and slid it inside his mouth. “Mmmm, it’s really good. Actually, it’s not that different from eating a jawbreaker if you just kinda suck on it.”

>Lorka smiled. Thomas always knew what to do to make her feel better. Even when she screwed up.

>“So what book do you have for me today?” she asked.

>Thomas pulled out an old copy of Watership Down and tossed it to her.

>“It’s a book about talking rabbits and their culture.”

>Lorka gave him a skeptical book as she examined it. “Thomas, I respect your reading choices…but isn’t this a bit kiddy for you?”

>He shook his head. “Not really. It has a lot of tribal lore involving the rabbit’s society. Plus it’s pretty gruesome. The first chapter starts off with most of their burrow getting gassed by humans, and later parts involve a war with a rival rabbit clan. I think you’d enjoy it.”

>Lorka snorted and put it into her backpack. “Sounds very orcy for a book about rabbits. You think I’ll like it as much as Owen Meany?”

>Thomas shrugged “I enjoyed it. If you’ve ever read the Red Wall series, it almost feels like a more low-tech version of that.”

>Lorka’s eyes sparkled “Oh I loved Red Wall! It was my favorite series growing up. Mom used to read it to me when dad wasn’t home. I always wanted to be Mariel Gullwhacker when I grew up! I used to carry around a knotted up rope and try to whack birds with it. She was so badass! I loved the badger matrons too; they were all so tough and smart. I always admired that.”

>“I’m sure if you loved Red Wall, you’ll love this. It’s no Owen Meany though so don’t get your hopes up.”

>Lorka laughed and playfully ruffled Thomas’s hair.

>He hadn’t really noticed, but she had been inching closer the entire time they’d been talking. When she sat her hand down, it was right on top of Thomas’s. She blushed and pulled her hand back.

>Thomas gave her a smirk. “I guess even Miss Big Bad Orc is afraid of a little handholding.”

>“Af-afraid, I don’t know what you’re talking abou-“Thomas gently grabbed her hand and wrapped his fingers around hers. She was incredibly warm. Her hand was slightly calloused, but still soft in areas. Lorka tried not to look Thomas in the face. She knew she was blushing hard.

>“Thank you.” Lorka said, her head still turned to avoid Thomas’s gaze.

>“For what?”

>“Being the first person to not think I’m weird for reading or doing un-orcy things outside my mom. It got really lonely at times.”

>Thomas laughed. “You know you aren’t a charity case right? I’m hanging out with you because I like being around you. You don’t have any reason to thank me.

>“Still… thank you.”

>Thomas smiled “My pleasure.”

>They just stayed there like that for the rest of lunch, munching on sweet root and talking about books while holding hands .

>>101159

>>101239

Also I looked up the Redwall series on Amazon to see how much it costs like 120$ for all of them, and I found out that Brian Jacques died back in 2011.

>>101247

I was going to mention his death in the story, but I didn't want to depress the fuck out of everyone.

>>101267

Very true, but I just wanted to do a quiet scene where they get to know each other before their date..

Plenty of time to stress you guys out later.

>>101681

We don't. Update by the end of the day or I'll burn your fucking house down.

Orc stories will be written, or carotid arteries will be bitten

>>101681

i will join this guy's >>101684 angry mob

>>102540

>I know that feel

I have this tab open all the time now

>>102540

>>102542

Next part is finished I just need to edit it.

It was not a good day.

>>102560

thinks for the update

>>102727 continued

>Thomas opened the door and smiled when he saw his pretty green-skinned guest. “Hey, I heard you pull up. Come in!”

>Lorka stepped over the threshold and noticed a couple pair of shoes by the door.“Go ahead and take yours off. Mom is a stickler about keeping the carpet clean, and it’s that or steam vacuum every couple months.” She slid her shoes next to Thomas’s.

>Her host led her to a small dining room. Lorka takes the time to glance through some of the rooms. The house is rather austere. Not much in the way of furniture, nick-nacks or wall furnishings. It didn't feel very homey, honestly. He walked to the cupboards and pulled out some silverware. “Have you eaten yet?”

>“I got something earlier, but I could go for something small.”

>Thomas went to the fridge and began pulling out some tuffer wear and storage containers. “Mom goes out of town a lot on business. She usually makes me food for a while so I don’t just get fat off fast food. You want anything thing in particular?”

>“Just toss me a drink and some of whatever you’re having.”

>Thomas pours some food into a pair of bowels and sets the oven for 40 minutes. He tosses Lorka a coke and sets beside her. “We can talk about English while we wait for the food to heat. “

>Lorka opens her notebook and Thomas begins to give her directions on her English. Thomas notes she struggles a great deal on verb usage. Orc langue is apparently much more focused on present tense, giving her some issues with the large number of verbs in English formed out of past tense She also has a harder time with English’s many pseudonyms like wood versus would, see versus sea, etc. etc. It’s easy for her to convey them by speech, but she often mixes them up on paper. Thomas gently guides her when she gets frustrated, giving her time to bluster out her frustrations. He chuckled in his head when he caught an error and she claimed “I knew that was a wrong, I was just testing you!” Lorka is full of a lot of confidence on the surface, but deep down Thomas can tell she’s a bit unsure of herself. Most of her mistakes aren’t that bad, she just makes so many small ones it causes her writing quality to drop.

>After a while they finish and Thomas pulls the cooking out of the oven and handed Lorka a plate. It’s teriyaki chicken and rice with some mixed vegetables.

>“Hmmm, this tastes pretty good! You’re mom’s a solid cook!” she scarfed down the bowel in a couple of minutes and rested her hand on her full stomach.

> Thomas let out a sigh of relief. “Oh good, I was worried you wouldn’t like it! Actually I made it, just thought I could throw my mom under the bus if you hated it.”

>She playfully popped Thomas on the shoulder. “You are a sneaky little human aren’t you?”

>“Eh, only when you’re involved I guess. “ he rubbed his shoulder where she popped him. He couldn’t help but feel proud of his cooking. Still, there session earlier was bothering him. “Was I able to help any with your English skills?”

>She smiled at him. “Yeah I think I got a better grasp on the material thanks to you! You really saved my hide!”

>It doesn’t seem like that’s the full extent of it. Her mistakes were amateur yes, but they should have been caught and pointed out to Lorka by now. “Have you ever had a tutor before, Lorka?

>The bowel she’s holding cracks as she tightens her grip around it. “No, and I don’t need one! I can make it on my own work; I don’t need help from some tutor!”

>Ouch, might have hit a weak spot there. “How about I continue to help you then. As a friend.”

>Lorka’s grip softens and she sighs. “Yeah…I’d like that. But in return I have to do something for you. Otherwise it’s an uneven trade.”

>A sinister glimmer shot through Thomas’s eyes. “Really now? I can think of something I’ve wanted to do with you. We could try it now, if you like.”

>Lorka shifts back in her chair slightly, somewhat unnerved by Thomas’ sudden enthusiasm.

>“W-within reason of course. And it can’t be something I would hate.” She stutters out.

>Thomas grinned from ear to ear. “Oh I assure you, you’ll enjoy it a lot.”

>He grabs her by the hand and begins to pull her down the hallway. “C’mon, I want to have plenty of time for us to enjoy ourselves before your mom comes back!”

>Thomas couldn’t see it but she was blushing HARD. Oh god, this was moving so fast. Was Mom right? Should she have brought protection? Crap crap crap, why didn’t they teach classes on how to deal with human boys!

They raced up the stairs and Thomas flung open his door. “C’mon, this is gonna be a lot of fun!”

As he closed the door, Lorka couldn’t help but wonder what she had gotten herself into.

>>102728

>inb4 JOLLY CO-OPERATION in video games

>>102732

why was the flag on goddamnit

>>102732

BEARDICUS

DETECTED

>>102764

FUCK

>>102732

>Beardicus is reading my story.

Yey.

I'm almost done with the next part. I just need to edit.

>>102764

>>103214

>Even something as simple as having the holstaur flag on is enough for people to notice me.

I have a problem.

>>103234

I spotted you in the OP hunt CYOA too, didn't bother mentioning it though.

Your reputation precedes you.

>>103234

your particular brand funposting is usually enough to spot you … nevermind the flag

>>103333

checked

>>103335

I admit, I only wrote my first story because I had the sudden urge to write a monstergirl story of my own after reading through the first fic thread way back in February, and this was when /monster/ was below 1,000 posts too. I guess people just liked my story enough, and after someone called me out in a "what is your favorite monstergirl?" thread when a holstaur was posted, even when it was some other anon who liked best girl, I started to roll with it.

>>103482

man that orc gril in the picture is a qt 3.14

also i think keeping it in here is fine, since it's been fitting the thread theme so far

it would be cute if Thomas gave Lorka a kiss on the cheek before she left mostly because it would make Lorka spill her swertroot

>>103744

>swertroot

goddamnit meant sweetroot or whatever the orc equivalent of spaghetti is

>>97265

>Well, I asked a friend if they would a tomboy succubus.

It depends on how much of a tomboy we're talking, doesn't it?

Here's the one that can dig [into] heavy machinery with you:

http://mikedoscher.deviantart.com/art/Panzer-Succubus-29232934

>>105078

>>105070

oops

>>105062

Nice ID man

>000000

>>105070

>>105062

My friend thinks you're doing it wrong.

> tries to be a mechanic, because it's dirty work, but grease spots in the face only accentuates the colour of her eyes

> never gets to give anyone a full tank, because within five minutes she's wanting a different kind of fuelling

>wants to work deep within the panzers

>winds up repeatedly rubbing herself into a frenzy on the pipes

> hates it when the engines get too warm

> gets severe urge to undress

>works underneath kubelwagons

> pantslegs keep hiking up her legs by themselves

>never can work on turrets

>ends up straddling the cannon

>working on loader mechanisms

>wind up drooling at the shape of an upright shell

Also enjoying the story… but I think you could do much more with both the nerdiness and Lorka's language issues. The sudden eloquence was a bit jarring.

>>105290

Tomboy Succubus mechanic is a goldmine for story ideas.

I appreciate criticism. I tend to get flowery when I write and I feel like sometimes I make things sound fancier than what a real person would say.

Any specific examples in the story so I can know what to look for? I plan on doing some revisions when I put this into a pastebin later.

>>105308

expanding a little bit on Lorka's past would help show why she has language issues, rather than just saying "it's because she can't into engrish"

same thing with the nerdiness. like why does she like the stuff? does her dad disprove of such things, which makes her want to like it more because she's a rebellious teenager?

>>105314

Yeah, that helps, especially with the nerdiness part. I planned on expanding why she is interested in it later. The English is more of a small idea I was using to give an excuse for Thomas to help her with some homework and show her dad's contempt for humie stuff was causing her some problems.I felt like she is a decent speaker but she has some issues with the English alphabet. Basically, she gets the material, it just takes her more time to process and put it down. Looking back, I should have either not worried about putting that idea in this story or done a better job supporting it.

Any places where she is too eloquent in the story?

>>99792

This post. This passage, for instance:

>“Yeah. A lot. It’s kinda of frowned upon to care about unimportant things. We don’t have much softness in orc culture. At least my dad’s view of it. We’re supposed to be interested in survival and strengthening ourselves. Focusing on sentiment, emotions, philosophy…it’s considered a waste of time” Emphasis mine

>>105328

Shorter words, and perhaps some more clumsiness.

>>105334

>>105314

I appreciate the input. I did feel I went too wordy there, which is why I've been trying to make her dialogue a little simpler in the recent updates.

>>105340

quick suggestion:

i noticed you said you were going to put the story in a pastebin back in >>105308, but you might want to grab everything now if you haven't already since 8chan is really touch-and-go at the moment, and it might not be around in the next few days once the move to infinity-next is made

>>105344

Would someone be able to still find this wonderful place by searching 8ch.net?

>>105344

I've already got everything saved on my computer. Thanks for the warning though.

>>105346

no one really knows right now

the only speculation that is somewhat confirmed is that the move is going to happen in a few days to a month or so, possibly on the 9th of this month

>>105348

Does anyone know what the relocation site is called?

>>104733

>>104738

FOKEN 'UMIES DATIN MY LIL' GIRL

'UMIES GET OUT

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

>>105351

it's https://infinitydev.org, and the /monster/ board is https://infinitydev.org/monster

>>105360

It's in the works. I've got a test Monday so I've been preparing for that. I do intend to finish this, so even if 8chan dies, I'll put everything up till the move in a pastebin and continue the story at infinity dev.

>>105363

Just in case, can we have a link to your pastebin now?

>>105907

http://pastebin.com/u/gundam80

>>106028

Oh hey I've actually read some of your other stuff, namely the Worker Ant wife and Hellhound Sleepytime ones.

>>106034

I really liked writing the Worker Ant story. The hellhound one was my first attempt at trying to write something funny. I'm not that good at humour though.

>>106042

where's. the. snu. snu.

yes I'm impatient. but hot damn is this story going to some interesting places

>>106043

Most of the humor I try to write in my stories are either shitty puns or dank memes.

>>106042

>Thomas slid his hands around her, locking their fingers together.

I know it's probably just a typo, but the misplaced s now firmly planted an image in my head of the suave little guy awkwardly fast freeing the arm Lorka holds onto, slinging it around her waist and then locking fingers right in front of her belly, after a moment of confusion both smiling and blushing hard.

>>106277

I know mate. I just might delve into why she's such a cunt later.

>>106278

oh got you

>>106236

you're gonna continue this, r-right?

>>106868

Yey.

Should have the next part up tomorrow. Just been a little down in the dumps and it's been hard to write.

>>106868

orc writefag is delivering. but it's difficult to keep tabs on things because 8chan a shit

>>107049

>sleep in the guest room

OH FUCK NO

THEY'RE CUDDLING IN THOMAS' BED TOGETHER WHETHER YOU WANT THEM TO OR NOT.

>>106944

Appreciate the sentiment friend, I'm about to graduate from college and senoritis is hitting me hard.

>>107055

It'll be okay Beard, the guest bed is pretty fuckin comfy.

>>107095

BUT CUDDLES

>>107049

All I read was "I guess you’re sleeping at my place. It’s a lot closer anyway. C’mon, we can get a fresh getting your ass murdered there. You can sleep in our slaughterhouse.”

Tell me I'm wrong.

>>107100

>More worried about cuddles than snu snu.

You have my respect.

>>107103

>whynotboth.jpg

>>107106

this would be the correct answer to the snu snu/cuddling conundrum

>>107049

>“It’s coming down thick.” Thomas shivered

Like a spoiler for next update.

Update: I haven't forgotten you guys. I just finished a lab final and a professor decided to give us an early Thanksgiving "present" by moving a test to next Monday. I'll post an update with Lorka and Thomas's chaste bedtime adventures this week, but I will have to wait till next Tuesday to post more.

>>107935

>She slid a hand on his thigh. He placed his hand on top of hers. “You’re special to me too, Aru’ka. I never did give you an answer at the café, did I?” she said in a hushed voice.

>“I guess not. We were too busy trying to avoid rain. So what’s your … ” Lorka cupped her hands around Thomas’s face. He grew flushed as she kissed him, her tongue twining with his as she savored the mint flavor still lingering in his mouth. His hands brushed over her thighs as she continued to passionately kiss him.

> After a moment, she pulled back, a smile on her face. “Was that a good answer, Aru’ka?”

>“I think…that was a very good answer.”

>She laughed and then pulled him in for another kiss.

This really confused me because you used "she" when I think you were talking about Thomas.

>>107937

Which line specifically friend? I must be retarded.

>>107939

>She slid a hand on his thigh. He placed his hand on top of hers. “You’re special to me too, Aru’ka. I never did give you an answer at the café, did I?” she said in a hushed voice.

should actually read as

>“You’re special to me too, Aru’ka. I never did give you an answer at the café, did I?” he said in a hushed voice.

considering Aru'ka is the one that makes the other person special

also

> After a moment, she pulled back, a smile on her face. “Was that a good answer, Aru’ka?”

would make more sense if it was Thomas pulling back since Aru'ka is the subject(?) of the line - the one receiving the answer

>>107943

Oh, Aru'ka is Lorka's nickname for Thomas, I didn't really explain it yet because it was going to come up later.

>"Oh you know, I try I just wanted to let you know I think you're special."

That was Thomas talking, so the line following that is her addressing him.

I'll try to make that more clear when I pastebin this.

>>106236

Please,please post the vampire story.

Vampires are top tier girls, in my opinion, and I'd like it very much if you posted it.

>>108018

It's just a rough outline right now but when I finish it, I'll post it.

>>108018

while I'd like a story about the booty bothered vamp from earlier in the thomas/lorka story …. we clearly need to read about thomas and lorka playing the babies ever after trope because reasons

if orc writefag wants to keep snu snu out of the story orc writefag can use implications of snu snu by writing the epilouge after they' get married while living in the suburbs with a house, kids, dogs, and a potted plant

>>109076

I never said there wouldnt be snu snu, I just don't want to spoil anything between updates.

>>109184

GET ON WITH IT!

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR LORKA TO CUDDLE TOO CLOSE AND NICK HIM WITH A FANG AND THEN CRY AS HE CONSOLES HER THAT ITS OKAY!

I NEED THIS YOU FAGGOT!

>>109403

:3

i wanna post a reaction image as well but i'm on my laptop

>>109679

I second what >>109457 said. Awesome stuff, makes me come back everyday to check for updates.

>>109764

>coming back every day

>not having the thread open 24/7

come on now

>>109769

Lewd orc stories are not the only thing I fap to.

>>109851

What else would you need?

>>98337

>bemused

This is not a synonym for 'amused', write-anon.

>>109764

>>109769

Aww, you guys are too nice.

>>110107

/monster/ is a cool place. I really only see people get worked up over obvious shitposting. If you really want to get gud at writing, my biggest recommendation would be to just write as much as you can, especially with smaller stories. I find if you can just do some smaller stuff, it allows you to focus on making a solid concise story instead of getting bogged down with lots of characters, world building, continuity, etc.

>>110130

Thanks, I'll change that.

I'll try to have an update out in the next couple of days, I've been having some health issues (chondritis around the sternum. Feels like someone is sitting on my chest.) so I haven't been feeling too great.

>>110136

Thanks a whole lot, I will start that. I really appreciate the advice. Any particular length you would suggest?

>>110130

>using the holstaur flag

you take that down right now you fucking faggot

>>110164

My shortest story is 900 words, my longest is 5,000. The average short story I write is about 2,000 to 3,000 words. I never really try to hit a number, that's just the length they tend to run.

Character writing is fun to do. One of the interesting parts of monster girls is they tend to have personality quirks you can use to give you a feel for a character and then work on fleshing them out more.

>>102728

> English's many pseudonyms like wood vs would

>pseudonyms

Farmer Clarke is a pseudonym, those are ==homophones==

>>110276

I have no idea why I did that. I even remember looking up homophones to make sure I had the definition right.

Thanks though, I changed it.

>>109403 continued

>After about an hour, the fire started to dim. Thomas yawned as he got up from the couch.

>“It’s getting late. I think I’m going to head to bed. The guest bedroom is down the hall. If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask. I’ll leave my door unlocked.”

>Lorka got up from the couch and wrapped her arms around Thomas’s waist. “Are you sure you don’t want me to join you? I wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with you. Maybe we could have a little fun together?” She lowered her hands over his ass and gave him a gentle squeeze.

>Thomas turned away from Lorka, and then pulled himself out of her grasp. Did she do something wrong? “No…I don’t think that’s a good idea quite yet. Later, okay?” he said in a hushed voice.

>Oh shit, she must have made a mistake. “Thomas? We don’t have to fool around, we could just cuddle.”

>He looked at Lorka and raised an eyebrow. “Lorka, I doubt it would just end at ‘cuddling.’ ”His expression softened. “I had a lot of fun today Lorka. I’m just tired. A lot has happened.”

>Thomas stood on his toes and kissed her on the lips. “Good night, Lorka.”

>Lorka frowned as Thomas disappeared upstairs. She was hoping they could sleep together, at the very least cuddle. I mean, that’s what couples do when they’re alone together right? I mean, they were in a relationship now, and she knew he was attracted to her. Why do human always have to overcomplicate things? She sighed as she made her way to the guest room. She threw off the bathrobe and flopped onto the bed. Truth be told, Lorka was frustrated. Thomas always tried to play things cool, but she could tell something was bothering him. She muttered something about stubborn ass humans and their annoying ways as she burrowed under the covers to make a comfy nest. Something about the way Thomas was acting bothered her. She tossed and turned for a bit before giving up on sleeping.

>“Fuck this” she murmured. Lorka slipped back into the bathrobe and made her way up the stairs.

>>110711

come on man, you can't just leave a cliffhanger like that

>>110711

He gonna get aggressively cuddled.

>>110711

Please tell me you're on the writing team for the /monster/ VN and/or Monster Girl Island…

>>100269

>from ear to pointy ear

Was her one ear not pointy?

>>110723

Sadly, I have to end it there for now. I have three finals this week So I'll probably post an update Friday. :(

>>110737

No, I'm not involved with either. I thought about joining the VN project, but when they started it I was in the middle of school and didn't want to make a firm commitment while also working on this and finishing my degree. Also I don't know how capable I would be at a long term project.

>>110822

Good luck on those finals. I will happily wait.

>>107045

I think she dislikes Lovecraft because he's racist and she's a subhuman species.

>>110711

>>112656

You better have cuddle muttering after the gentle sex in the missionary position so they can kiss each other while Thomas tries his best to last for her.

>>112661

>implying Thomas won't make Lorka finish first

>>112664

>implying Thomas, as a virgin, has any stamina in the real thing

>>112906

>implying years of masturbation haven't numbed him to lasting longer

>>112924

don't forget MAMONO MANA

>>112929

silly newfag, orcs cant use mamono mana

>>112929

The only KC related things in my setting are the behaviors/archetypes of some monster girls.

>>112932

MAMONO MANA doesn't have to be magic spells

>>112945

It works like radiation. In the more biologically humanlike ones such as elves, dwarves, orcs, etc, however, mamono mana doesn't exist unless brought in by an outside source, namely other MGs.

That's my headcanon, anyway. Believe whatever you want

Next update is almost ready. Just doing some editing. Will post tomorrow.

>>113691

Milffag writer here, I'm holding onto A'kua going hunting and getting hunt lusty after the kill. You get it once I get Lorka snu snu and cuddling!

>>113691

Milffag writer here, I'm holding onto A'kua going hunting and getting hunt lusty after the kill. You get it once I get Lorka snu snu and cuddling!

>>113720

>>113731

Well fuck me then

>>113720

>>113859 continued

>Thomas pushed himself next to the head board while Lorka gave an appraising look at his manhood.

>“It’s…kind of small isn’t it?” he asked, some trepidation in his voice.

>She gave him a warm smile and stroked her hand over his cock, sending a small shiver of pleasure through Thomas. “No, I think it’s just right.”

>She wrapped her hand around his cock and began stroking him up and down. Her hands were slightly calloused, but her gentle strokes and warm hands made the sensation feel extremely pleasurable. Thomas began to pant slightly. “That feels really good.” He told her.

>“I can make it feel better” she said, a lust filled expression on her face.

>Lorka tossed back the braid draped over her shoulder and brought her mouth next to his dick. She slowly took him into her mouth while taking care to avoid catching his delicate manhood on the sharp end of her teeth. Thomas gave a sigh of relief as he fully entered her mouth. It was extremely warm and pleasant. Lorka twirled her tongue around his cock, wetting it before she began to move his member in and out of her mouth. She took pride in the way Thomas curled his toes and let out soft gasps as she continued to pump him up and down.

>Finally the sensation became too much for him. He had been trying his best to hold it in, but he felt like he was going to go crazy if he held it in any longer. “L-lorka, I think I’m about to…” he gasped as he released his seed into her mouth, sending warm cum drizzling down her lips as he poured himself into her mouth. Lorka pulled her mouth away from his cock with a satisfied expression. Thomas was far less thrilled.

>“I’m…so sorry. I couldn’t take it anymore. It just felt so good.” He told her. He was ashamed. He’d barely lasted four minutes in her mouth.

>She licked the excess come from her lips and gave a satisfied sigh. “Not bad. I heard some girls say it can taste bitter. Yours tastes pretty decent.”

>“You aren’t mad I came in your mouth?”

She laughed. “Of course not! I got you to cum. That means I did a good job right?”

>“You did a great job.” Thomas said with a grin. She was so cute. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have such a caring partner for his first time.

>Thomas motioned for her to move next to him and she crawled over the covers to take her place beside him. She wrapped her arms around him like he was a daki and squeezed him gently.

>“I tried to be as careful with my teeth.”

>“You did good. I was kind of worried about your teeth, but you did very good.”

>>113864

Ahh yeah, Lorka's driving now.

I put up the first part.

>>113864

>she straddles him

DAMMIT MAN I WANT MISSIONARY

>>113999

Write something about a lonely milf holstaurus (who's kids have moved out) and her young unsure lover in the milf thread and I'll see what I can do.

if you are busy, I understand. I'll probably through in some missionary anyway.

>>114043

I actually have an idea for a story already written down about a MILF holstaur widow and her (step)son. Yes it's going to involve (w)incest. Not sure when I'll get around to writing the story though.

>>114047

Just write it down some day, I need some pillowy holstaurus inseki in my life.

I'm working on the next part. I dropped my laptop on accident and now it's running slow enough to qualify as a battery powered potato. Doesn't exactly make it easy to type. I'll try to get the next part up soon.

>>115040

>battery powered potato

All keks aside I hope your laptop's alright

>>115040

>////> uh /tech/ here can you describe the symptoms?

>>115791

Okay, so dropped my computer and after that the following happened:

>Web Pages take a much longer time to load now.Sometimes up to 2 minutes.

>When I click Slideshow, it usually takes me two attempts for it to play properly.

>When I type, it goes so slow if I press the shift key for one letter, it will capitalize everything and does not register the space bar unless I am typing slowly.

>When I edit in Word, sometimes it will derp for a second and then make me click resume as though I paused the editing.

>When I try to watch videos, they will not properly flow, like it will get stuck on an image for a bit while the sound continues to play. Sometimes a video will come to a halt and the audio makes a DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE sound.

Basically, it's running in slow motion.

I tried restarting it, clearing my cache, getting rid of some excess files because at first I thought I just must have had too much garbage on my computer but it doesn't seem to be doing much. I don't like making excuses but that coupled with graduation is why I haven't been updating as frequently.

>>115797

Honestly I'm more concerned that this thread might die and I might never know more but on to the basics

Sounds like over all it did get slower which means if you dropped it, you might have dislodged your ram. Have you checked your stats to see if anything looks off?

also how old is your computer?

>>115797

Does it run fine when you boot up, but soon afterwards it drops into slugmode?

Then the heatsink or its fan might be damaged or come loose, forcing the CPU to lower clockspeed and throttle down.

What temps are the sensors reporting? If you don't want to install additional SW there should be a section in the BIOS that shows this.

>>115810

I popped the back open. Some minor damage to the plastic but all the components, battery, hard drive, etc. are fine. The RAM stick wasn't loose.

It still derped when I turned it back on and tried to search some webpages. Can you give me some specifics on what I should be looking for? I have the stats here. My laptop is a well worn HP Pavilion g6.

It says I have 4.0 GB and 3.48 GB usable

Computer is about 3 years old.

>>115852

Took your advice and installed SpeedFan to check it out. Apparently, the PC is getting extremely hot when it is plugged in, which makes sense because that is when it is most sluggish.My hardrive appears to be fine according to SpeedFan's Hard Disk assessment.I'm pretty sure the fan is the issue. Thanks friend, hopefully I can get this fixed soon.

>>116093

If it's a drop, have you tried reseating the fan and checking all the plugs?

Also check the heat sinks are properly seated still.

>>117380 continued

>She laid down next to Thomas and he pulled himself next to her, his hands roving over her body as they kissed. Her firm breasts. Her beautiful toned stomach. Her curvy ass. God she was perfect. Her scars didn’t even bother him. They added character, proving that Lorka could still be feminine and beautiful as well as tough and dangerous. It gave her a savage appeal. Thomas found himself tracing the line of the scar across her midline as he kissed her, his other hand fondling her breast.

> “Okay, I think I’m ready to continue.” he told her.

>He pushed Lorka down onto the bed. “What are you doing?” she murmured.

>Thomas parted her legs and moved in-between them. “I think if we did it this way, I’d have a little bit more control. That way I could make you feel good without coming too quick.”

>He smiled as he looked down at her snatch, noting the liquids dripping from her folds. She wanted him bad. Thomas grunted as he inserted himself inside of her. She felt just as amazing as before, her tight wet insides coiling around him as he slide into her. Lorka moaned as he pushed himself deep inside of her. He started off slow, just moving his hips without actually thrusting. Lorka responded by curling her toes. Then he began to thrust, moving slow at first to let her enjoy the sensation. After a bit, Thomas intertwined his fingers between hers, and they held hands as he continued to rock back and forth inside of her. Lorka’s moans were increasing in frequency and when Thomas thrusted in certain spots, she would look into his eyes and grunt something in Orcish. Whatever she was saying, it only encouraged him to thrust harder and after a while he could feel himself on the verge of climaxing.

>“Lorka, I think I’m about to cum…are you close?”

>“Mhhhhm, yes!” she moaned. “Just a …little more!”

>“Do I need to cum outside or…?” Thomas’s question went unfinished as Lorka locked her legs around Thomas’s back. “You’re coming inside!” she growled.

>Thomas kissed her as he pounded into her with all of his might. The walls of Lorka’s sex clinched as she shuddered. This was it, she was close. Thomas gave her one more hard thrust and she let out a roar of pleasure and desire as she came, her warm liquids dripping over his member. It was the last bit of needed, and finally he released his seed, his hips pumping into her as he forced every last drop of semen he had inside of her. Finally, he pulled out of her, a small bit of his semen oozing out of her snatch.

>Thomas cleaned Lorka off with a tissue and then snuggled up next to her. Both of them were sweaty and exhausted, but satisfied. It wasn’t the best sex ever. It wasn’t perfect. But that didn’t matter because they had both done their best to make each other happy. And in that regarded, they succeeded.

>Thomas pulled the covers over Lorka and he rested his head on her breast as she nuzzled him.” So…was I okay?” he asked.

>“You were great. You made me feel really good.” She assured him.

>“Still, there are some things I could have done better. And I almost came too quickly a couple times.

>Lorka kissed him on the forehead. “That’s what practice is for. And we’ll be ‘practicing’ a lot more in the future.”

>The rain outside was still coming down thick. Lorka placed Thomas’s head in the crook of her neck and stroked his hair.

>“This has been a really crazy week.” Thomas muttered. “I didn’t expect any of this to happen.”

>“I know, but it’s been a lot of fun. Thank you for giving an odd orc like me a chance, Thomas.”

>“Thank you for giving a runt of a nerd like me a chance, Lorka.” Thomas held Lorka’s hand and gave her a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad you’re my girlfriend, Aru’ka.”

>Lorka smiled. “I’m glad you’re my boyfriend too, Aru’ka.”

>Thomas’s eyes grew heavy as he rested next to Lorka, their mutual body heat keeping them nice and cozy. It had been an exhausting day. He could feel Lorka’s breathing become shallower as she went to sleep. Finally, Thomas shut his eyes and followed her into sleep, his hand still clutched in hers.

>>116824

I'm going to get a guy I know to look at it. I'm not a techfag by any means. I did a bunch of stuff to speed up my computer so now it's running a lot smoother. Still need to get it looked at, but at least I can type.

>>117486

well atleast its a good breaking point at the moment come back soon blessed writefag

>>118933

dubs checked

just make sure you update the pastebin first just in case. also I hate waiting

>>118933

When are you starting that vampire story, writer-kun?

Okay, I got everything transferred to pastebin. It is under Tusktaker's secret.I edited some stuff and also went back and added more to the first entry because it was super basic.

I'm wondering if I should continue to update here till the move, update via paste bin, or just wait till the move. What do you guys think?

>>119212

When I get done with this story most likely. I'm surprised you are interested in it

Any reason in particular?

>>119546

All three. Update here when you do, and copy the shit over to the pastebin when you post here. When the move happens and if you're not done with the story yet, continue it there from where you left off.

>>117382 continued

Hope you guys are ready for orcish slice of life.

>Thomas woke up to a pair of bright red eyes staring down at him. Lorka was pressed up against him, one of her hands fondling his manhood.

>“Good morning” she said with a grin.

>“Good morning to you too.” Thomas said. “Lorka, why are you stroking my dick?”

>She kissed him on the forehead. “Because you’re my boyfriend, and I feel like it.”

>Lorka let out an eek as Thomas pushed her onto the bed and began to kiss her. He could be surprisingly forceful when was motivated. Granted he couldn’t have pushed her unless she allowed it. But she liked when he showed a more assertive side.

>The two locked lips for a while before Lorka pulled back. “Not that I wasn’t enjoying that…but what time is it?”

>Thomas looked over at his alarm clock. “11:05 AM. Wow, we slept for a while.”

>Lorka kissed him again. “Well, I can understand that after last night.”

>“It was a lot of fun, wasn’t it? Hey when do I need to have you home? I’m sure your parents are worried about you.”

>Lorka’s eyes widened in terror. “Oh shit! I need to get home before my dad gets back from his hunting trip.”

>“Why?”

>“Because my dad is an Orcish hunter that doesn’t like humans very much. And he is very protective of his only daughter.”

> “He wouldn’t do anything to me…would he?”

>Lorka looked at him with an uneasy expression. “Let’s not find out.”

>Thomas gulped. “So…what do we do?”

> “Shower. Together. Now.” Lorka tossed Thomas over her shoulder in a fireman carry and took him to the bathroom.

>They hopped into the shower and scrubbed each other clean. Lorka tried to be as thorough as possible; orcs had a notoriously powerful sense of smell. After the shower, the two got dressed and Thomas handed Lorka a jacket to cover herself in case her father was around. Ready for the day, two hopped into Thomas’s car and sped off towards Lorka’s home.

>Luckily, the area was relatively clear. In fact, Lorka found it someone odd her mother told her the area had been hit hard by the storm. There wasn’t a single tree uprooted or powerline tossed down. Maybe she had been exaggerating. They pulled into Lorka’s drive way and she gave Thomas a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for everything,” she told him. “Last night was amazing.”

>Thomas smiled. “It was my pleasure. When are we gonna meet up again?”

>“I’ll text you later. Maybe we can plan something for this weekend again?”

>“Sounds great” Thomas agreed.

>Lorka got out of the car and gave him one last wave as he pulled out of the drive way and sped off down the road. She steeled herself before opening the door and going inside.

>Radha was at the couch drinking a cup of orc blend black coffee when her daughter walked in.

>“So how did it go?” her mother asked.

>“Let me get changed and then we’ll talk. Don’t want dad seeing me in this.”

>Lorka ran to her room and changed into a more appropriate set of blue jeans and t- shirt before coming back down to see her mother.

>Radha smiled mischievously as she regarded her daughter. “I’m guessing the dress worked?”

>Lorka’s face turned red but she couldn’t help grinning. “It worked very well. We…uh… we’re going out now.”

>Radha set down her cup and let out a victory whoop. She squeezed her daughter into a tight hug. “Oh I’m so proud of you dear! I can just imagine the look on his face when he saw you. I am so proud of my little nu’arda!”

>“Mom stop, you’re embarrassing me!”

>Radha gave her daughter a playful kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry Dear, I’m just very happy for you. “

>“I’m happy too…just one thing. What about dad?”

>Radha’s smile vanished. “Now that is a good question. Your father can be very stubborn about certain things. I can’t imagine this being good news to him. But if you like this boy, we’ll figure out something to make this work.”

>>119700 continued

>As if on cue, they heard the door rattled and then something massive moved into the house. The creature looked like some kind of swamp…thing. It was covered in head to toe with leaves, sticks, and mud and the only clear features that could be made out were the glimmering red eyes and large tusks jutting from its mouth.

>Radha frowned. “Jor’ak!” she yelled “What have I told you about tracking mud and leaves into the house. I work hard to keep this place clean.”

>The filthy orc let out an exasperated sigh. “Radha, I had a rough night. Can you please yell at me after I get this crap off me?”

>Radha gave him sympathetic look. “I’m sorry dear, let’s get you hosed off outside and then we can get some lunch to make you feel better.”

>Lorka tried not to laugh as her mother blasted the filthy layer of grim off her dad while he stood in a small iron tub. Radha tossed him a towel and he started wiping himself down.

>“So what happened?” Radha asked her husband.

>“We were hunting Nu, since the rainy season is the only time they come out of hiding. N’ord ran too far of the group and we ended up getting lost in the woods trying to find him. We were stuck in heavy rain for three hours until we could get back to shelter.”

>Radha took the towel from her husband’s hands and finished wiping him down. “I’m so sorry dear.”

>“Don’t be. We had a good haul.”

>“So you caught some Nu?”

> “Five.” He told her.

>“Five Nu! That’s amazing! How much can you make off of that?”

>“Enough to get you that new sewing machine you needed . We’re gonna contact some alchemy guilds to see if they’re interested in buying their organs. The pelts will fetch a high price too.” He gave his wife a grin. “I was able to save one for you though.”

>Radha brought her husband for a kiss while she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. “Oh, we are going to have fun tonight, my husband.”

>Lorka shifted her feet awkwardly as her parents continue to shower each other in affection. “Guys, I’m right here…”

>Jor’ak laughed as he turned to look at his embarrassed daughter. “How do you think you got here, my little Skull-splitter? I still remember the time your mother dropped that massive boar on my doorstep and told me I was her mate, like it or not.”

>“She almost took me right there on the doorstep.” He said with a wistful sigh.

>“Dad! Too much information!” Lorka yelled.

>Jor’ak and Radha laughed as they walked back into the house with their daughter. Jor’ak got dressed while his wife and daughter set the table for lunch.

>Radha had cooked Kro’mak, a hearty Orcish stew comprised of meats from several different animals along with seasoned herbs and vegetables. What made it Kro’mak instead of regular beef and vegetable stew was the Dire Lizard and Thorn Boar meat Orc palates couldn’t live without? It was one of Radha’s signature dishes, served with freshly cooked rolls and sweet tea. Radha considered sweet tea to be one of humanity’s greatest contributions to the culinary world.

>The family said a quick prayer to give thanks for a successful hunt, and then dug into their food.

>They made idle conversation. Nothing too serious. Mostly about various tailoring jobs Radha was undertaking, Lorka’s school life, how the hunting season was going, etc.

>Jor’ak shifted his mouth into a grimace. “There is one thing that’s bothering me. Urk is talkin’ about getting married to a humie girl.”

>“Oh?” Radha said, her face remaining as neutral as possible.

>“Yeah. Not sure if I approve. Told him he might want to think about what he’s getting into.”

“There’s nothing wrong with loving someone other than an Orc, Jor’ak”

>He shifted in his seat, clearly annoyed by Radha’s remark. “No, I think there is. Ever since the Exodus, when we got dumped here, everything has been different. Whole tribes have just disappeared. We can’t afford to marry into other groups and lose what little culture we have left.”

>Radha sighed. “So what does this have to do with Urk loving a human girl? We’ve had a lot of different monster species mixing with humans since we got here. How is that any different? ”

>Jor’ak got quiet for moment, obviously troubled by his wife’s words. Lorka stayed quiet. It was best to be silent when her parents argued.

>>119703 continued

>“Sometimes, I wonder if you hate living here husband,” Radha continued, “Don’t you remember how awful things were before we came here? I’m glad Lorka never had to grow up in those times. Things are peaceful now. We’re surrounded by people we care about, and we have comfortable lives.”

>Jor’ak frowned. “What if that changes? What if something happens and we don’t have all these comfortable, lazy inventions the humies created? What if we go back to hard times? It’s not a good idea to get involved with humies. They’ll make us soft. We can’t afford that.”

>Radha’s eyes grew hard as she regarded her husband. “My sister married a human, Jor’ak. Are you saying A’kua made a poor choice? Because if I recall, her husband is just as capable a hunter as you.”

>Jor’ak growled and gritted his teeth. “Don’t put me on the spot like that! A’kua’s mate is a good man. But most humans aren’t like him. They’re weak and soft, and spend all their days hiding from anything that can hurt them. “

>“They aren’t weak Jor’ak; you’re way too hard on them. They took us in when we needed help. How can you still continued to be so adamant in hating them!”

>“I don’t hate them!” Jor’ak yelled as he smashed a fist into the table. “I don’t care what the humies do as long as they don’t stick their noses in our business and let us carry on our own traditions!”

>“Jor’ak…we don’t live in that world anymore. Why can’t you realize that?” Radha said with a sad expression.

>Her husband didn’t say anything else but a tense silence hovered over the table as the family finished their meal.

>>119706 continued

>After lunch, Jor’ak made himself comfortable on his recliner and turned on the TV while his wife and daughter put up the dishes.

>“I hate when he gets like this Lorka. It’s not healthy. I know he misses his old home, but there’s nothing we can do about it.” She told her daughter.

>Lorka placed a hand on her mom’s shoulder. “Do you ever miss the Homelands, Mom?”

>She shrugged. “Sometimes. But I love Earth. We had you here for a reason. The Homelands were falling apart when we came here. You wouldn’t have been safe. We were barely safe and we were adults. I just want the best for you Lorka. And if that meant coming here, I’m fine with that.”

>“Mom…”

>Lorka gave her mother a hug and Radha laughed as she ruffled her daughter’s hair. “Got a little too sentimental there didn’t I? It’ll all be okay. Your dad just needs more time to adjust.”

>“More time than seventeen years?”

>Radha rolled her eyes. “Sometimes male orcs can be a little slower than most when it comes to new situations.”

>“But enough of that depressing subject? How did things go with Thomas?” Radha asked.

>Lorka told her mother about the date. The art gallery. Mrs. Reinhart and Vani. The talk at the deli. Thomas’s house. Lorka did leave out some of the more…inappropriate details, but Radha grinned when Lorka told her about their kiss.

>“I’m so happy for you dear. I really am. I know you liked the boy a lot.”

>“Mom, thanks for all your help…but I’m curious about something. Why have you tried so hard to get us together?”

>“You just seemed so lonely dear. I know you have your friends, but you just seemed like you could use someone like Thomas in your life.”

>Lorka gave her mother another hug. “Yeah. I did. Thanks for everything mom.”

>Radha smiled. “Of course. You know I’d do anything to make you happy.”

>The rest of the day passed by quickly. Thomas texted Lorka a couple times over some book choices and the two made plans to eat lunch together at school. Radha continued to flit about the house fixing things up or working on her sewing projects while her husband remained by the TV. Lorka spent the time finishing up assignments for school she had been neglecting. As the day wound to a close, Lorka sat in her bed and pulled out Thomas’s copy of Watership Down. She got through the first three chapters though she had to put in headphones after a couple of minutes because of the violent crashing sounds coming from her parents’ room. Finally, Lorka’s eyes grew heavy and she sat the book on her nightstand and turned off the light. As she lay in bed, she thought about seeing Thomas at school. This time when she made sweet root, she’d make it soft enough for him to eat. Maybe she could even bring him some left over Kro’mak. She was sure that would make him happy. She had yet to meet a person that hated Kro’mak. It just wasn’t possible. She gave herself a satisfied smile as she finally drifted off to sleep.

>>120930

Oh boy, time for Thomas to defend Lorka and probably get beaten up a little bit. But that's okay, his Aru'ka will defend him.

>>98278

>>Can't find anyone to identify with in person, so has to rely on anonymous messaging communities to interact with people who share her interests.

Hello, Studious Orc Girl.

>“So this is why you’ve been ditching us at lunch, to hang out with this little nerd?” Rakka said.

>“Seriously, what the hell Lorka? We got jumped by the onis a couple minutes ago, and you’re here eating sweet root.” Loni said

>Lorka froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. Luckily, Thomas’s quick wit saved them.

>“Hey, uh don’t mean to butt in…whatever this is.” All three orcs shifted their gaze to Thomas. He winced slightly at their angry expressions.

>“Lorka needed help with English and we’ve been meeting at lunch so I could help her. She didn’t want to say anything to you guys because she’s embarrassed you’d judge her over it. So don’t be too mad at her, okay?”

>Loni relaxed a bit. “Jeez Lorka, we’re your sisters. Not like we’d judge you over something like that.”

> “I was wondering why you told us to leave that little runt alone.” Nerada grumbled

>Thomas packed up his stuff and hopped off the bleachers. “Anyway, I’m gonna get out of here. Lorka, we’ll meet again tomorrow okay?” he forced a smile and then started to walk away.

>Lorka was feeling very conflicted. She’s spent so long trying to hide her real self from the people around her. Now she was forcing Thomas to lie to cover up her own problems AND keep their relationship underground. This isn’t how things should be. She liked Thomas a lot. She shouldn’t have to lie to others about their relationship, and she sure as hell didn’t want to make Thomas lie too.

>“Thomas, wait.” Thomas stopped and turned around.

>“Thomas wasn’t lying, he is helping me out with some school stuff…but we’re together because we’re dating. He’s my Aru’ka.” She explained.

>Nerada and Rakka’s jaws dropped. “What!!!” they yelled in unison.

>A large grin spread over Loni’s face. “Finally. I was wondering when this was going to happen.”Loni nudged Rakka. “Pay up..” Rakka grumbled as she forked over a twenty to Loni.

>“Why the fuck are you dating this guy Lorka, you have like a million better options? I mean I can get dating a humie, but this guy?” Nerada shouts.

>“It’s a long story…but I really like him. And if you have a problem with that, we can settle it here and now!”

>Loni was still grinning. “Hey I’ve been wondering when you were going to hook up with him ever since you started messing with him. He’s weak, but I think he’s kind of cute”

>Rakka shrugged. “Not my business, you can date who you want. I just didn’t think it be…him.”

>Nerada scowled. “They might not care, but I think you’re making a huge mistake. What are your parents going to think about this? Your dad sure as hell isn’t going to like this.”

>“That’s my business. “ Lorka told her.

>“No it IS my business. You’re a clan sister and Loni’s second. Do you know how weak this is going to make you look to your clan?”

>Rage flashed across Lorka’s eyes as she bared her teeth at Nerada. Her body shifted into a fighting stance as she spoke. “If you think I’m so weak, why don’t you test me and find out.” If she was going to insult her strength and imply being with Thomas made her weak, she had another thing coming

>Nerada growled as she shifted into a fighting stance as well. “Fine. Gor’mak Chauva.”

>Loni walked next to Thomas and sat down.

>“What’s going on?” he asked her.

>“Lorka’s my second. She’s the boss if I’m not around. Nerada thinks dating a wimpy human like you, no offense, is a sign that she isn’t fit to be my second. So she’s challenging her to a fight to decide who’s right.”

> “Should we stop them?”

>Loni shrugged. “Nah, it helps them vent and there aren’t usually hard feelings after a Gor’mak. It helps keep bad blood from festering. Besides, there’s a reason Lorka is my second. Now sit down, toss me a sweet root, and watch the show.”

Hope you guys are having a Merry Christmas. Your humble writefag got his diploma in the mail today, I officially have a BA in Toxicology.

>>121248 is continued from >>120930 obviously.

My bad

https://archive.is/zM14w

Archived now. Our stories are safe.

>>121248

BA in Toxicology? that sounds awesome! Congrats! also Merry (late) christmas!!!!!

Haven't forgotten you guys, I'll post the next part when the move finishes.Apologize for the lack of updates, been having some family issues.

>>121264

>>122740

Thanks gents. It wasn't easy.

>>123552

Happy New Year's Eve, Gentlemen. It's been an Honor.

>>123560

Agreed, thank you guys for being patient with my bullshit. Hopefully infinity won't blow.

>>123552

What happened? Are you ok?

Off-topic shit coming through.

>first time watching this hentai

"Wow, girls raping guys is fucking awesome! Monstergirls are sweet!"

>get to the NTR

"Wow, I really fucking hate monstergirls! Let the purgation begin!"

>>123579

My family has been in rough shape. Lot of personnel illnesses and money issues. One of our cats got ran over a couple days ago, that was pretty shitty.

>>123589

What are you talking about?

>>123591

Sorry to hear that. I hope things get better.

>>123636

>What are you talking about?

He is talking about the hentai in the OP pic.

Though honestly I wouldn't really classify it as ntr.

>>123640

What's it called and what in it would qualify as cuckshit?

OP will deliver soon hopefully.

>>126659

Op has been having computer issues and is too much of a poorfag to get it fixed. I borrowed an old laptop from a friend, so hopefully I can get something up by the end of the weekend.

>>123643

It's called 'Itadaki! Seieki"

Never watched it, so idea if it's ntr or not.

Not OP, but got sick of his lazy ass.

>>126869

>>123643

one of the scenes is a little NTR because mc gets the shit kicked out of him and tied up

however because weird plot shit she sticks with the mc and more or less gives the rapist guys mental trauma

>>127037

No the chick(succubus) want's revenge on the guy so she fucks his friends front of him. Then he joins them anyway.

>>109679

I'm not the same guy, but I really do hope to be able to write like you at some point. I'm an amateur at best and this is all really appealing.

>>127141

>>127141

That is not how it goes. She does not want revenge on the MC.

>>121248 continued

>Lorka and Nerada stared each other down as Rakka, Loni, and Nerada watched from the bleachers. “They aren’t going to hurt each other, right? Like not seriously, I mean?” he asked.

>Loni gave him a reassuring pat on the back. “Nah stringbean. Worst case scenario, some bruises and maybe a broken tooth or two.”

>“That sounds awful!”

>Loni laughed at his ignorance. “Hah, nah they grow back quick. It’s a nice little feature of bein’ an orc.”

>As Lorka and Nerada growled as they circled each other, their lips contorted into a snarl. Thomas shifted in his seat nervously as he watched the two. Lorka let out a primal growl and darted forward. Nerada backed up slightly and let out a cry of her own.

>“What are they doing?”

>“Just a little bravado before the fight. Usually for sizing up your opponents ego, lookin’ for weaknesses and the like. Helps to pump you up too.” Loni explained.

>All at once they stopped circling, and the two orcs lunged at each other. Nerada’s left fist barely missed Lorka’s chin as she pulled back at the last second. Lorka’s leg swung up as she moved back, her kick aimed right at Nerada’s knee. Nerada was able to see the blow coming, and grabbed Lorka’s foot with both hands and pulled up sending Lorka off balance. Lorka rolled with her fall and got back to her feet. “You made that punch sloppy on purpose.” Lorka spat.

>Nerada laughed “Just wanted to see if you still fought like a cow.”

>Lorka let out a curse and dashed at Nerada. Nerada was caught off guard as Lorka plowed into Nerada with her shoulder. She let out a roar as she grabbed Lorka by the shoulder and flipped her off balance; Lorka held onto Nerada and the two fell into a pile on the ground. Thomas could barely make out who was who as they traded blows. Thomas could barely force himself to watch. The two struck each other with everything they had, with teeth, claws, and fists. Lorka landed a blow on Nerada’s mouth that sent a pointy tooth flying into the air. Nerada grabbed Lorka by the collar of her shirt and gave her a vicious head butt. Dazed, Lorka sank onto the ground as Nerada straddled her and struck her in the face again and again.

>Thomas tried to get up and stop them but Loni placed a hand on his shoulder.

>“Don’t” she warned him. “This is between them.”

>“But she’s just beating Lorka’s face in. It’s not even a fight anymore!”

>Loni flashed him a knowing smile. “I told you there’s a reason she’s my second. Look closer.”

>As Nerada attempted to land another blow, Lorka shifted her head, causing Nerada’s blow to land square on her forehead. Thomas winced as the impact made a dull crack. Nerada let out a feral scream as she cradled her wounded hand. Lorka took advantage of distraction and got out from under Nerada. Still reeling from her injury, Nerada didn’t react as Lorka got behind her and slipped her arm around Nerada’s neck in a sleeper-hold.

>“Do you give?” she said through gritted teeth.

>Nerada growled and a stream of what Thomas could only guess were curses flew from her mouth.

>Lorka tightened her grip. “I said Do.You.Give?” her gripe tightening with every word. Finally, sensing defeat was inevitable, Nerada went limp.

>“I give sister. You win.”

>>127477 continued

>Lorka let go of her and Nerada sagged to the ground. The defeated Orc spat a tooth out of her mouth and turned to her clan mate grinning. “So I see rutting with a human hasn’t softened you yet.”

>Lorka slugged her on the arm and Nerada let out a raucous laugh. She tried to stand, but stumbled and sank back onto the ground. “Damn, you still hit like a truck.” She muttered.

>Lorka grabbed her by the arm and pulled Nerada to her feet. “You do too. Did you have to go for the face so much?”

>“Sorry, I got carried away.” The two walked over to the bleachers, Nerada still propped on Lorka’s arm.

>“Lorka, good job. Nerada, nice try.”

>Lorka gave Loni a toothy grin and Nerada grumbled something under her breath.

>“Now, do either of you need to go to the infirmary?”Loni asked.

>Nerada gritted her teeth as she extended her hand. “Yeah, think I fractured my hand on Lorka’s face.”

>“I’m fine” Lorka told them. Thomas got up and ran a hand over her face. She was covered in bruises and Nerada had given her a black eye.

>“You don’t look fine.” He told her, worry in his voice. He felt bad. She got hurt because she was standing up for him.

>She smiled as she saw the concern in his face. “It’s fine. Orcs heal quickly.”

>Thomas didn’t say anything else, but he still looked concerned.

>“C’mon Nerada, I can take you to see the nurse. Rakka, come with me so you can give me a hand.” Loni told her.

>As the trio started to walk away, Nerada turned around and looked at Thomas.

>“Hey human. I don’t know what she saw in you, but Lorka was willing to fight for you. I still don’t like you…but I respect Lorka’s decision. So take care of her. If you break her heart, I break you. You understand?”

>Thomas nodded and Nerada smiled. “Good. See you around shrimp.” And with that, the three orcs left.

>>127477

>>127478

i can finally austitically archive the thread again :3

I can't be the only one that checks this daily in hopes to get some more of this fucking godly story.

Seriously can't wait for the next installment.

You are not.

There are others.

>>128699

>>128411

We are Legion.

>>127478 continued

>Lorka sat down and breathed out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad that’s over. “

>Thomas pulled out an icepack from his lunch and put it over Lorka’s face. “I feel responsible for all this. I’m sorry you got hurt over me.”

>His girlfriend waved a hand dismissively. “No, don’t worry about it. Nerada was out of line. She shouldn’t have tried to tell me who I can date. “

>“I still didn’t like seeing you get hurt like that…”

> “Stop worrying so much. These won’t even take two days to heal.” Lorka told him.

>“Now,” she continued, “I think you owe me something. I did defend your honor and the right to date you in front of my friends after all.” She said with a playful tone in her voice.

>Thomas leaned in and gave her a kiss. Lorka blushed slightly. “Thank you.” He told her as he squeezed her hand.”How does dinner and a movie at my place sound?”

>Lorka’s eyes lit up. “Sounds wonderful! What are you cooking?”

>“Something with lots of meat right?”

>Lorka nodded her head enthusiastically. "What about the movie?"

>"We could watch Simon Birch."

>"What's that?"

>"Well, it's basically an adaptation of Owen Meany but it skips the part where he goes to college and ends with him still in high school, so the director thought it would be best to give it a different name and…"

>"Owen Meany has a movie?" Lorka said, excitement in her eyes.

>"Kind of? It's not perfect, but I still liked it.We could always curl up on the couch and cuddle while we watch it."

>“And maybe we could…have sex afterwards? I-if you don’t mind my face that is.” She said as she self consciously rubbed the edge of her black eye.

>“Of course we can. You’re my girlfriend. Some bruises aren’t going to make you any less pretty in my eyes.”

>Lorka stayed quiet for a moment before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a hug.

>“I did a good job.” She told him.

>“Yeah, you put up a hell of a fight.”Thomas agreed.

>“No, I meant choosing you.”

>This time Thomas was quiet for a moment. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

>The school bell rang and the two quickly packed up their stuff.They didn't have much time to get to class.The fight had eaten up more time than they thought.

>“See you in English okay?”Thomas told Lorka as she put the last of her tougher wear in her bag.

>“Yeah. See you.” Lorka said with a quiet smile.

Apologies for my absence. Job searching and taking care of the fam has left me pretty tired and I'd rather be slower then just churn out work I'm not happy with. Thank you guys for your comments and kind words, always like hearing what you have to say.

>>129495

Our prophet returneth!

>>129795

ARU'KA AKBAR

ARU'KA AKBAR

ARU'KA AKBAR

>>129797

ARu'KA AKBAR!

>>98544

Wtf? I'm saving this!

Why am I so HYPED about a fictional date? This fictional relationship between an Orc and a boy is better than any relationship I've ever had. End my life please.

>>132897 continued

>As the two ate, they talked about school and what was going on with their parents. Lorka’s dad was on a hunting retreat again, going after some kind of rare beast with teeth as big as kitchen knives, and Thomas’s mom was trying to close a business deal in another country for a research firm. The two then delved into their favorite subject, literature. Thomas just finished reading the Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath. Lorka tried not to roll her eyes (Lovecraft was definitely not her favorite author) but the way he talked about it. She loved hearing that kind of passion in his voice. She could listen to that for hours. She told him she finished Watership Down, and she had to admit it was one of her new favorites; she was so impressed with how much effort was put into giving the rabbits their own culture and traditions.

> “If you enjoyed the culture and history aspects, why don’t you try reading Lord of the Rings?” Thomas suggested.

>“Dad saw the movies and he said it was anti-orc propaganda.”

>“Man that sucks. It’s good stuff. I mean, they aren’t really orc orcs…they’re basically elves warped by dark magic” Thomas explained.

> She laughed ‘Oh man, dad can never find out. I think that would cause him to burst a blood vessel.”

>Thomas twiddled a fork in his hand while he thought about something he’d wanted to ask her for a long time. “Hey Lorka, why do you like this kind of stuff? I mean, you already told me you have to hide this stuff from most of your friends and family. Why do you care?”

>She grinned “Why do you have such a giant robot fetish?”

>“Mobile Suits aren’t robots. Robots imply they are self functioning machines mobiles suits need pilots. And we’re talking about you here, not me!”

>Lorka laughed. His indignant moods were one of the funniest things about him. But that’s enough torture for now she thought. “Fine, fine. I’ll tell you. When I was little, I was really curious. I’d always get into stuff .Before I went to bed every night; my mother would read me a story from the homelands. She talked about the orc legends, and the conquests and histories of the Twenty-one Tribes. Sometimes, she’d even talk about the elves, dwarves, and humans from the homelands. Those stories always made me wish I could have lived in the there. So I read every book I could get my hands on to try and imagine what the homelands were like. After a while, I found out I really liked reading, and I guess I just never stopped.”

>“So basically, you’ve always been a huge nerd.”

>Lorka gave him a faux sour look. “At least I don’t have a giant robot fetish.”

>“Hey! “

>She let out a throaty laugh. “Oh man, you’re too easy.”

>Thomas pouted as he speared a potato with his fork.

>Lorka patted her stomach as she finished her meal. “Ahhh, that was excellent. Thanks for the meal. It was really good.”

>Her boyfriend smiled. “I’m glad you liked it.”

>“So are we going to watch that Owen Meany movie you promised me or what?”

>“Yeah, come on; let’s watch it in the living room.”

It was pork roast friend.

>>133218

Material like what you've written in this thread is why I come to this board.

>>133220

>at least lets have thomas meet the dad

>not wanting the story to end with Lorka and Thomas having an orc daughteru of their own

WAY TO GO

>>133224

hell, I would Love to see the dad get upset, then realise how much Lorka loves thomas, where he then teaches Thomas how to be a real man

>>133257

>>133272

Hahaha, nothing could go wrong there r-right?

>>133304

Yeh, good eye friend.

>>133219

>>133220

I really appreciate that. I've been really exhausted lately, enough that I haven't been doing much of anything other than coming home, watching some shit on my computer then passing out. Writers block is real. I know what I want to do, but I had a hard time writing an update I was satisfied with.

>>133224

We will see Beard. We will see.

>>133331

I-it's not like I enjoy cheesy romance stories or anything b-baka! :3

>>133331

I'm from /m/, not only that but BGC is one of my favorites, god damn the OVAs are beautifully done, also kudos on the MS mention, I got to that part and eyed my MG 2.0 Zaku II J type with a smile

>>133220

I'd like to see Thomas's mom at some point

calling it now, she's probably a Tanuki or an Inari

>>133356

>>133363

You'll have to wait and see how it plays out

>>133368

I thought the /m/ here was fairly inactive? I'm a huge mecha fan, but the /m/ here never seemed to have many posters in it, and halfchan /m/ had so much shitposting I couldn't take anything they said seriously. Also, you have good taste in mecha friend (dat zaku mg hnnnngh). I might hang out on /m/ more if there are people like you on it.

>>133421

yeah that's a problem, but /m/ is niche, but to be fair taking a trip over to halfchan's /m/ I'm seeing some shit that lead to /v/'s demise. /m/ here REALLY needs some love, right now though with how the pages are frozen seemingly it might be more active, not by much, but still active

my personal favorite MS is the Gelgoog, like the Zaku before it it's extremely versatile and a well rounded MS with specs rivaling the Feddie's "White Devil". Though on the ground the Dom or the Gouf are a go to suit, a Dom with a gouf's heat rod (the whip) would be the ideal ground combat suit

>>133421

>>133331

No bully pls.

>>133421

>allright, if your are going to be my son-in-law eventually, I guess I better teach you how to hunt.

>you seem inexperienced, So i'll give you my better spear.

>don't worry though, we are just hunting DireBoars after all>

>>133531

But Thomas already knows how to hunt, albeit with a bow. That gets around his squishy human-ness.

So, father/daughter/thomas hunting trip.

>>133561

and then Lorka's father takes Thomas aside so he can give Thomas an old family heirloom a ring

>>133561

Well, I was kinds getting at how her father routinely hunts beasts several times *his* size, and how even a very easy hunt for him would be very dangerous for any human.

Update: Computer is being fixed, should get it back tomorrow. Will probably post something Sunday.

Maybe with some lewds.

>>135997

ARU'KA AKBAR

>>135997

Christ your computer seems like a shit heap

what the hell do you do to the poor thing

>>136001

Not much it was already old and kind of shit, hopefully they can fix it.

Also patrician taste in mechs sir, though I must say the rezel, loto, and jesta have won me over to the feddies as of late.

>Lorka sat on the couch while Thomas searched for the movie in the DVD cabinet. With nothing to do, her eyes swept over the living room, again noting that Thomas didn’t seem to use it much. Everything was tidy, with no knickknacks or personal flourishes. It almost seemed too clean. She noticed a small picture on the wall. It seemed to be a family photo.

>“Hey I found it! Do you want me to make some tea before the movie starts?” Thomas asked.

>“Yeah, sounds great!”

>He walked out of the room, and Lorka got up and examined the photo. It looked like it was taken when Thomas was a lot younger. He was very small, with a bright smile on his face and a t-shirt with an old cartoon character on it. To his right was his mother. Well it looked like she could be. She recognized some of Thomas’s facial features and his eyes. She was taller than her Thomas or the other man in the photo. Her lips were turned into a small smile that gave her a reserved appearance, though her eyes were gleaming happily. On Thomas’s right was a short man with brown hair and a beard. His arms were covered in nicks and scars, and there was a large scar over his right eye. His hand was proudly clasped over his son’s shoulder and he wore an enthusiastic smile. They looked like a happy family.

>“What are you looking at?”

>Lorka let out a yelp and turned around, almost knocking the tea glasses out of Thomas’s hands. “I’m sorry, I was just… well I saw this photo and I got curious, but I thought it would be weird if…”

>“It’s okay. That’s me and my parents when I was younger. I think we were at a fair when that was taken. Why did you get so defensive, Lorka?” he asked.

>“Well, you don’t say much about your mom, and I don’t know anything about your dad. I was just curious. Family is kind of a big deal in orc culture.” She explained, a nervous blush spreading across her face.

>Thomas nodded his head in understanding. “I see. I guess it is weird I don’t say much about them.” He sat down on the couch and Lorka followed suite, leaning her body against him.

>“So you’d like to know more about them?”

>She nodded her head vigorously.

“Dad was a human from the Homelands. He was one of the first immigrants to come over from Brinton. He was a ranger that kept people safe in the woods. I guess like something between a cop and a guide? He really liked it. In fact, he became a park ranger here when he passed immigration. Mom was lawyer for a firm that specialized in mediation. She met dad when he acted as a representative for his people to migrate to Earth. They got to know each other, fell in love, married, and had me.”

>“And what happened after that?” Lorka asked softly.

>His face became grim. “Let’s leave it at that for now. One thing I’ve found about life is there rarely is a happy ending.”

>Lorka gave him a hug. “I’m sorry. If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here for you.”

>He returned the hug. “Thank you. That means a lot, Aru’ka” he told her.

>She smiled at that word. It always made her heart skip a beat when he said it, as silly as that sounds.

>“Anyway, let’s watch the movie; I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

You were expecting lewds, but it was me exposition! I'll be posting more tonight.Just wanted to add some stuff with Thomas's parents.

>>136037

I only humor the feddies because their suits when you boil it down own their existence to zeon

and my favorite feddie suit is the Marasai, just because it's clearly been designed by zeonic

>>136672

I totally agree they have better early UC suits like the Dom, Gelgoog, Zaku, etc but you have to admit their late UC mechs are tactical, efficient, and clean looking. While Zeon unfortunately only got to crank out the Geara Zulu, Rozen Zulu, and Kshatriya. Even the Sinanju was a captured Anaheim prototype.

Sage for off topic

>>136683

it's because they had no real cash flow, also the doga is a solid suit, the zulu is just a doga with a german soldier motif

also good to see you writing again

>>136719

>>136717

Solid work

off topic:

how old is your computer, what OS, pre-built?

>>136753

Thanks friend. It's an HP pavilion with Microsoft 7 and it is prebuilt. It's not a great computer,but the computer guy fixed it enough that I'm not having any problems typing or the computer running too slow.

Also been posting on /m/ more, in the kaiju and modelling thread. Posted some GMs I did. Next project is spray painting an MG Kampfer.

>>136796

should go with a self build, it'll save money in the long run, also try applying fresh thermal paste to the CPU, it's like a good oil change for a car

>spray paint

wish I had the cash I've just done my best to hide my brush strokes, I'll post my old shitty stuff in the thread

Just a note, I meant to imply this better, but Thomas has been learning Orcish on the sly to get closer to Lorka. That's how he knew what she was saying in that last entry. When I pastebin this, I might throw a passage in about him going over some Orcish.

>>136719 continued

Two months later…

>Lorka felt exhilarated as she ran through the brush with her clan, the lorthar letting out an angry bellow as one of the harriers shot another arrow at it. Spittle flew everywhere as the six legged beast bounded over tree roots and logs, crushing anything in its way.

>The harriers had done their job a little too well, the beast was pissed. It was chasing after their two clan mates in the front with little regard for the world around it.

>Jor'ak was on Lorka's right, a great iron spear in his hands. Lorka was doing her best to keep up with her father as they ran through the underbrush. They were flanking the right side of the beast, while her friend Torr and his father were on the left. Their job was to ensure if the beast tried to leave the flanks, it would meet a jab from an iron spear, forcing it back in the middle. They needed to guide it towards the pit trap the six of them had dug earlier. Lorthars were ferocious in single combat, the massive sextupeds held many valuable ingredients for casting and leatherworking, but they were notoriously hard to kill. That's where the pit came in. A lorthar's massive armored bulk would protect it from most lethal wounds, but it could seriously injure itself if all that weight came crashing down on a set of bamboo spikes. Especially to its un-armored belly.

>The hunters snapped to attention as one of the harriers let out a whistle, the signal that the beast was approaching the edge of the trap.

>Now it was the flankers turn.

>Lorka nodded as her father raised his spear and the two let out a war cry as they charged the beast.

>The lorthar snapped and screech as it felt four iron spears strike home in its sides. Lorka gritted her teeth as she twisted the spear, knotting it between the lorthar's plates.

>The monster let out a pained roared and lurched past its pursuers, determined to escape.

>It had no time to notice the massive pit in front of it. With a wail, it descended into the Earth.

>Torr and Lorka let loose a whoop of triumph but the elders silenced them.

>"We don't know if it's still alive. We need to be careful."

>Torr leaned in and spat into the pit. “Ahh, like that thing can hurt us now, I'm sure it's broken ever bone in its-" Torr didn't get to finish his sentence as a massive clawed arm grabbed him by the midsection and began pulling him towards the hole.

>Lorka roared and jumped into the pit as Jor'ak and Torr's fathers screamed in protest.

>The lorthar was balancing its six legs and using them to hold onto the sides of the pit. One of its taloned hands was grasping Torr firmly around the midsection.

>Lorka stabbed the beast in its fingers. It screamed as black ichor shot from its hands.

>Torr scrambled free of its claws and then joined Lorka on top of its back.

>"What now?" he asked.

>"We've got to break its grip on the side of the pit."

>Torr nodded his head and drew a large machete. The two made their way over its body, hacking at the limbs of the beast.

>It screamed as they tore into its ligaments, rending them to shreds as it attempted to shake them off.

>One blow caught Lorka and she started to fall when Torr pulled her back onto the monster's shelled back.He braced himself around her as the lorthar finally lost its balance.

>The elders heard a dull sickening crunch and everything went still.

>Jor'ak started to fear the worst when a green hand made its way over the edge of the pit. Then Lorka flopped out of it, panting as Torr did the same.

>"That…. That was really close." Lorka said.

> Torr nodded his head in agreement.

>Jor'ak ran to his daughter and popped her on the head.

>"What were you thinking? You could have been killed!"

>"Hey is that any way to-"

>Jor'ak squished his daughter in a bear hug. "I'm just glad you're all right."

>Lorka was surprised for a moment but she returned the hug. "Dad…"

> Torr laughed. "See guys, we had it under control."

>Torr's father rapped him on the head. "Boy, you almost got yourself killed. Learn a little humility.

>" I'm sorry…"

> Torr's father smiled. "But on the other hand, two of our children just killed a full grown lorthar. Today, we celebrate!”