/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>128642

Aw man.

We shoulda gone with Wade as our name.

It would've helped grant immunity from beegirls.

Since you have 0 points, no Mating Ring for you.

>>128711

>I mean, we'll probably figure out how to make that kind of event sync up with our purity in some way or another later on, what with how creative we are.

Motherhood is one of the most important and meaningful events in any woman's life, we'd just be helping them out.

>All these votes for Skeleton Jelly

Also, I apologize for the first posts being so sloppy. I kinda just wanted to get to Idolkaizer as quickly as possible so we could, you know, start progressing something. I feel as though that whole 'Steve the Accountant' thing could've been funnier, but I wrote it with a smile on my face, and that's usually a sign that it's not ready to be posted. I've kinda lost Slade's overall feeling at the moment, like, after the last thread, what does he come off to you?

Let's get the ball rolling.

>>128651

The Thin Blonde Duke is a David Bowie reference, just like 'Ziggy' is. I think it works just as well.

>>128782

>I think it works just as well.

But will it prevent us from getting stung by edgy whores?

>>131196

An ex-infantryman with a thick southern accent and a hatred of elves.

>>130759

christmas cake

>>131335

Damn those elves, they knew the cookie industry was a trillion dollar growth industry!

>>131268

>>131335

>>131342

"Salutations, fine avian. I'm looking for the 'Madness Super Mall', pray tell, would you know of such a place?"

The harpy jolts upwards as it opens it's eyes in shock, then flutters her wings in a panic, "Whoa, jeepers! Where the hell did you come from?!"

"Oh— Were you resting there? I guess that didn't occur to me, I'm sorry."

The harpy flaps it's bird-like wings and returns to the ground, her cheeks puffed up, "Sheesh, guy! Be a bit less obtrusive, why don't you–!? Don't approach me out of the blue like that! That's just like somebody who suffers from premature ejaculation."

"That's just like— Wait what? Excuse me, I'm not sure I follow… How does that correlate to this particular incident?"

"Duh… You came out of nowhere!"

"Ah… I get it," you exclaim with a deadpan expression that refuses to change in neither look nor tone, "How lovely."

"What was your question again?"

"To make a long story short, I'm lost. I'm currently looking for the Madness Mall, but I haven't a clue where it is. Would you know which direction and how far away that'd be?"

"How far away it'd be—? What do I look like to you, a flying GPS? Ask someone else and let me get some shut-eye, would ya?"

"Very well, sorry again for disturbing you. Excuse me."

You turn 180 degrees in a stylish spin, your long blonde hair fluttering in the breeze, and inexplicably strike a pose. From the harpy's proximity, there's somebody across the street— you approach a young lamia/human couple whom see to be casually walking/slithering down the sidewalk… on what appears to be a 'date' of sorts.

"Pardon me you two, but would you have a moment?"

The human teenager adjusts his thin framed glasses, "Oh sure, what seems to be the trouble man?"

"It's just, you see, I'm lost and I'm in dire need of assistance-"

"Oi- OI! what are you doing!?" The lamia next to the human nudges him with her elbow, "You promised we'd spend the day together UNINTERRUPTED. You PINKY SWORE, and that's -ABSOLUTELY- LEGALLY BINDING."

"Just relax a moment," the nerdy looking human rubs his temples as he glances at you, "My girlfriend here is terrible at academia, so I made a bet with her. You see, if she could score a perfect 100 on her next exam, we'd go out. Here we are, believe it or not, so don't be bothered if she's giving you the stink eye, man. It's an odd day."

The lamia gives the human a sour look, "What do you mean 'believe it or not'?! You jackass, you didn't think I could do it, did you?"

"U-Uh.. well.."

Uh oh, it appears the human has dug himself into a conversational grave.

You step in with an innocent expression and idle between the two, "Nonsense, he didn't stop believing in you for a second. Isn't that right, friend?"

"Oh- uh, yeah. I had total faith you'd ace that… rudimentary math test."

The lamia glares her snakish eyes at you, then sneers at the human, "Is that right? From the way you speak, it sounds like only an idiot would fail."

"Surely, that was not his intent. This fellow is just taken aback by your surprisingly proficient educational prowess and dating acumen. You've well exceeded his expectations, and dashed them accordingly, it sounds like quite the accomplishment. Any victory should be celebrated, right?"

"—I can't tell if you're being serious or mocking me, human."

"I would never do such a thing— Every word I spoke was completely sincere."

The lamia glances at you wryly, then shrugs it off, "Well, I suppose I AM pretty smart, if I do say so myself. And pretty too, right?"

"Absolutely," you glance at the human whom appears to be sweating profusely, "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Y-Yeah. She's usually pretty hot," the human admits with a hint of uncomfortability.

"—" The snake girl begins to smile, clearly enjoying the compliments, "Heh-heh, thank you~! See? Now that's proper boyfriend behavior! Maybe I'll finger your prostrate when I'm sucking your dick later."

"—" You cough out uncomfortably and look away from the couple, "That escalated rather quick."

The human turns to you with a look of relief, "Thanks for the save, bro."

"Twas my fault you nearly slipped off that 'edge', friend. Now, might you know where the Madness Mall is?"

The teenager points to his left, "The mall is about six or seven blocks thatta way. It's walking distance as long as you're not a tubby," he explains as he looks over towards his snake-girl-friend.

"—Why did you look at me when you said the word 'tubby'? I KNOW I'm not FAT, so you had best have a good reason."

The human begins sweating bullets once more, "Well, I mean, you're fat where it counts. H-Haha…"

"What!? I'm -not- FAT, you JERK! Lousy-no-good-stinking-liar—-!"

The lamia storms off, slithering down the street with little puffs of anger clouds hovering over her.

"OI! CHOTTO MATTE! I was referring to your breasts and ass, you dolt! That was a COMPLIMENT, I was COMPLIMENTING how ATTRACTIVE you look! How BANGING your FUNBAGS are! How your ASS jiggles like a JELLO mold when you slither! You're being completely obtuse, come on, don't get all puffy!"

"That way, huh? Thanks for the directions, and best of luck to you and your date."

"Thank you, but please don't worry, she's always like that. It's kind of an abusive relationship if I'm being honest— but I'm also a masochist, so it's sorta exactly what I've always wanted."

"Well, I suppose I'm… both happy and sad for you-?" You try to force out an innocent laugh, "Please, take care and have a wonderful day."

You continue on down the sidewalk towards the direction the man pointed, then turn backwards and shake your head, "It's going to take a miracle for those two to stay together."

___________

Surely enough, after about a half hour or so of walking, you manage to make it to the designated avenue. There's a building far wider than any you've seen beforehand, spanning several building blocks and layered with shops and businesses. It's a five story megabuilding with glittering glass of sapphire and concrete layered in diamond dust, a parking lot as long as the eye can see and wild neon advertisements layering the exterior like a abstract Vincent van Gogh painting.

The name 'Silver Shrine Plaza' hangs above the entrance in polished chromed lettering.

As you observe the glorious establishment, you begin to realize people visit this place every day, and thus are not particularly overwhelmed with how it looks. You must look like an odd duckling, standing there gawking. It's difficult to contain your excitement upon seeing things like this for the first time, but you need to draw less attention to yourself—

—Or more? Do you need to be noticed in order to gain popularity as a Kaizer? Is that like a celebrity or merely like a monster hunter for hire? Well, you're not in any sort of shape to be worrying about details, and you're pressed for time. You've made it to the quest's location, so now you simply must look around for this 'Skeleton Jelly', provided the authorities haven't already apprehended the creature.

As you step forward towards the entrance of the mall, you notice a peculiar looking man standing out in gaudy orange military armor sitting casually against the wall of the mall. Next to him is a run-down looking shopping cart with various belongings and objects stored inside. The man catches your attention, as he sticks out from the sanguine building with his scruffy appearance and argyle textured pants. The man in orange armor gleams your way, and gives you a polite nod. You in turn, nod back to him, as is polite and customary.

You enter the building without talking to the man, as you felt little needed to be said—

Inside the mall plaza are flying bright alternating lights, neon rims around every corner, and a multitude of music and voices. There's an overwhelmingly uncountable amount of people within this section of the building, most of them teenagers. Trios of monster girls slurping icy drinks given to them by snow apparitions, small groups of humans dressed abnormally and without sense talking about current trends and pop culture, an imp with a flimsy heart speckled top can be seen around the corner trying to sell discount onahole accessories—

All manner of man and monster frequent this establishment. In harmony.

As you pass a group of teenagers playing flashy arcade games, you start to realize just how large and vast this mall is. You can see up a metallic escalator towards the upper levels— All of which are overwhelmingly populated.

There's businesses and stores of every kind, several variants, and several copies. All in direct competition of one another, yet packed full to the reach. From fancy clothing shops headed by dainty arachne, to sports stores manned by competitive minotaurs, to thrift stores controlled bygyoubu danuki's, to video game shops headed by poorly paid elves.

You're supposed to find a single specific monster in this massive crowd of people and creatures…

Muda. Muda da. This will prove near impossible.

You scrounge around your pockets, examining the amount of cash you currently have with you. However, it's pitiful, just enough for a few meals.

…Or perhaps a smarter investment would be in warmer clothing.

You wander deeper into the mall in search of an uncrowded clothing store, taking care to examine which areas are less populated than the main ones. There's quite a lot of choices, but most seem geared towards clothing monster girls in increasingly risky fashions.

—Slime girl swim wear?

You stand there for a few minutes staring blankly at a display case labeled 'Slime Girl Swimsuit'.

You're not entirely sure why. Saying that out loud certainly SOUNDS absurd, why would a slime girl need a swimsuit— much less, can those creatures even survive in open water? Seeing an actual model of it sends you into a state of homogeneous confusion.

For what purpose—?

You shake yourself free of the curse of masochistic curiosity and continue downwards deeper into the mall. You eventually come across a clothing store that serves human male clothing as well as monster, atleast that's what the sign says outside. There's an incandescent depiction of a headless woman holding clothing wracks with the store's name below it in specialized graphics.

-Starjoe Soul-

Must be a brand thing.

Regardless, you hope you'll be able to find something warm within a reasonable price— wouldn't be a bad place to start asking around for that Skeleton Jelly. You'll start here, then make your way towards those cake shops and ice cream parlors.

As you head inside the clothing store, you take notice of the distinct lack of people. That's probably a bad sign, you hope that doesn't mean the prices are jacked up to near ludicrously.

There's a shop keeper standing idly by, with a grim and macabre look about her. The shop keeper is woman clad in a stylish black outfit— with an old timey hooded cloak wrapped snugly around her body. Her expression is blank and empty, one of a fully matured woman that looks as though she's recently fallen on hard times— though you can tell she was once full of pep and life due to her choice of vivacious clothes. It's like seeing a ditzy cheerleader stereotype attempting to wear edgier colors to express herself, it's incredibly translucent.

"Hello!" You quite loudly exclaim with an innocent expression.

"Huh…?" The shopkeeper snaps back to reality, "Oh hey, like, welcome to my store…"

"Thank—"

While you do notice she's wearing a choker with a tiny ruby heart, that's not what currently has your attention.

It's the fact that there's smoke coming from her choker— from her neck, THROAT, it looks like. There's an ominous dark vapor leaking from her throat.

"—You. Pardon, but are you all right? Your neck looks like it's caught fire."

"Oh— no, I'm fine. It like, does that all the time…"

"You may wish to have that looked at."

"Not likely, they'll probably just tell me what I already know. I'm a Dullahan."

"—Dollar ham?"

The woman smiles wearily as she hears you mispronounce the species name, "No dummy, DULLAHAN."

So the choker she's wearing is holding her head and neck together?

"Right, the DULLAHAN, the headless faeries. Irish grim reapers, correct? I know what your kind is— I sorta blurted out the first thing that came to mind. I'm sorry, I've forgotten myself, how embarrassing."

The woman extends her hand with a sigh, "I'm Janet, the owner and total proprietor of this joint. Is there like, something I can help you with?"

She's attempting to sound depressed, but it's incredibly off kilter with the bubbly way she talks.

"You can, actually, I'm looking for a FERAL, it's called 'Skeleton Jelly'. I'm assuming it to be a some sort of skeleton wrapped in a slime-like substance. Does that ring a bell at all?"

The woman's empty eyes stare at you, "What, you mean the pie stealer?"

"It appears it's crimes have expanded out towards the cake stealing and ice cream eating. Truly, a most dangerous foe, right?"

"I haven't seen it today, but it usually wanders around at night time— less people around and junk. Best shot would be to check pastry shops when it strikes midnight."

"Ah. Have you met the creature before? Could you describe what it looks like?"

"It's a skeleton. Encased in jelly."

"Most helpful, thank you."

"No problems, broseph. I'm glad I could be of help."

The dullahan takes out a alcohol flask and takes a quick swig.

"You need anything else, don't like, hesitate to ask. I ain't going anywhere."

She appears to be in some state of emotional distress or perhaps a mood swing of sorts.

"—Mam, while it may be none of my business, is it really an appropriate time or place to drink?"

"Probably not, but here I go," Janet takes another swig of alcohol, "And there I went again. Wanna see a magic act? Watch me make the liquid in this bottle disappear!"

"—"

"…Huh? What?" Janet's eyes seem to betray her, "Wanna say something else? You see something you like, Goldy-locks? You're looking at me funny, and it's making me feel funny."

"I assure you, that's not my intention. I'm just— I find myself unsure how to act in this sort of situation."

"'This sort of situation', huh? You scared of drunk people? Hey, don't look at me like that, I'll do what I want in my store," Janet swigs the flask one more time, "Why don't you go fuck off and pester someone else if you can't handle a little booze? Unless you need something else? You interested in me, for example?"

Janet stares at you unblinking and steady, the longer she does so, the more uncomfortable you become.

"Perhaps… I should take my leave-"

"Hah, look at you flustering about like a deer caught in the headlights. Are you a virgin, per chance?"

"I don't see how that has any bearing on anything."

"You're totally a cherry, it's so obvious it hurts! You know, I can tell what your problem is— You're too polite, and girls don't like that. They like a man that'll rip off their panties with their mouths and fuck'em til they moan out in ecstasy. Really dig balls deep inside their cunts and splatter those man juices inside like a cum dispensary. You haven't lived until you've spread your legs for an alpha male– Hah! Look at you, shocked I'm talking so vulgar, like a little boy who hasn't a clue about the real world. Listen here, I'll give you some pointers. Girls like a man who'll make them laugh, and cry, and put a jacket on them when they're walking home in the rain… and spend the day at beach with, after tunnel surfing and other shenanigans. With a red baseball cap, and a head full of sweaty black hair… and a weird infectious laugh-"

"That's being oddly specific, and I'm afraid I do not meet the criteria."

"Yeah, I guess you don't, huh?" Janet glares at the flask in front of her, "I'm thinking it's this stuff making me spill my guts. Business has been slow, probably because I keep berating customers like this. I'm still the best goddamn fashion designer in the city, better than those fickle succusluts across the hallway anyway. I just don't think I can make it through the day sober anymore. Come to think of it, that's probably how he felt sometimes…"

"—T'would be smarter to save drinking for after work."

"Yeah, I'm aware. You're right, kid, I know you're right. But sometimes you just lose control of things, ya'know?"

This girl doesn't appear to share her mother's belligerence, her voice is quite meager from what you're used to.

"Please, it's not a problem, don't worry yourself over it. I'm just a human male with long hair, that doesn't automatically make me royalty, you know-"

The girl's eyes flash red for a brief moment, but only a brief moment, a brash and violent voice rips through the air like a bloodied chainsaw, "BWAHAHA, SO YOU GROW IT LONGER WITH EACH KILL, SAVORING THE LENGTH OF YOUR HAIR IN THE BLOOD OF YOUR ENEMIES AS A MOCKERY OF RECOMPENSE!"

"—E…Excuse me?"

Gwen's eyes flash blue once more, she freezes up before answering after a good solid minute of sheer silence, "…Not close?"

"—-What the hell just happened there?"

"I… I got a little excited. I'm sorry, please ignore what comes out of my mouth when that happens."

"Very well, I guess. Well, my hair's like this because of my mother, actually-"

"You don't say? I get my hair color from my mother, my Geis comes from my grandmother's side, however."

"…Wh.. What's a Geis?"

"An idiosyncratic taboo, it's like a curse, but you know, Irish," Gwen giggles to herself and fidgets, "You'd be surprised about the kind of things that come from Ireland."

"Like Dullahans?"

Gwen's eyes shine red in barbarous frenzy, "LIKE THE CENTURIES UPON CENTURIES OF BLOODSHED AND MAYHEM, HOW IRELAND'S GREATEST HEROES WOULD RIP THEIR INTESTINES ASUNDER AND TIE THEMSELVES TO BOULDERS OUT OF SHEER HOMICIDAL PASSION! HOW A BLIGHT OF POTATOS NEARLY WIPED AN ENTIRE RACE OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH WITHIN INDIGNANT COMEDY! FOOL, DO NOT DARE DELVE DEEPER INTO THE BLACK OPERA OF GAELIC LEGEND!"

"—I.." You struggle to find the words, "Did I anger you in some way?"

Gwen returns to normal as casually as slipping on a new shirt, "Huh? Oh no, everything's fine. Geis sometimes kicks in when I'm being… timid, for lack of a better word. Sorta takes hold of me like a defense mechanism— By nature, I'm not one for hurting people or causing harm to others. I just wanna live a normal life, but I never find the time to, ya'know?"

"I see.. I can tell normal life is hard enough without instantly turning into a crazed monster when you're being too careful."

"It's nothing I can't live with, Ziggy– Oh um, am I allowed to call you Ziggy?"

"Of course you may, in fact, I'd prefer it," you try to reel yourself back into control after witnessing what you can only describe as a walking catastrophe, "-I'm afraid I just have long hair for the sake of it, quite a disappointing reveal is it not? What pray tell is a Skivvy, again? You've peeked my curiosity in the matter."

"Well, humans in this city wear a Skivvy. Skivvy's are bodysuits that shield your body from natural and unnatural elements, like rain, and acid rain, and acider rain. Rain gets pretty acid, it's metal, but umm…" Gwen struggles to maintain eye contact, "So yeah, it also works as a.. rape prevention tool. Something to shield your neither regions from unwanted contact— I'm amazed you've never wore one before."

"Does it protect me from the cold?"

"Oh, yeah, it kinda does-" The precarious Dullahan girl bucks up with a faceful of worry, "Oh my god, are you all right? You weren't in the freezing cold dressed like THAT?!"

"Indeed I was. That's why I wandered in here, you see. I was hoping to find an affordable winter coat or something to keep me warm. I just signed up for Kingkaizer as well, so padded clothing would be highly advisable given physical demands."

The neck vapor emanating from the girl begins to run wild, "KINGKAIZER!? H-Hold on— I have just the wares-!"

Gwen spins into the backroom and returns with three metal objects in sight. She arranges on the counter, then anxiously adjusts them so they're angled perfectly together in complete unison.

She flashes a burning hot smile as she shows them off, "Here~! Here~! Check it out! Nyohoho!"

Gwen also 'nyo-ho's' fondly to herself.

"U-Uh.. Oh. What are these supposed to be?"

"Well, I can't let you go back out into the cold without protection, can I? These are Skivvy Slappers, all you have to do is undress and slap one on any part of your body. It'll instantly be covered up in a bodysuit—"

"—Do I use all three?"

"No, you only need one."

"How much will this cost?"

"I'll give you this one for free."

"Oh my. Free?! That's awfully generous of you, are you certain?"

"Being a Kaizer isn't exactly easy, Slade. Don't worry about it, just pick the one you think you'd need the most."

"—Are they all different?"

"TOTALLY," Gwen begins to describe them one after another, "So the Tennhauser Skivvy is a military style bodysuit, it'll help protect you from stuff that'll hurt you, though it's not quite popular. The Lewdicrous Skivvy will.. for lack of better word.. um.. distract monster girls easier. It's a popular seller overseas with Japanese monmusa, really catches FERAL's off guard. Then there's the Volund Skivvy, which is from the official Kaizer selection. It doesn't provide defense or is that promiscuous, but it holds the symbols of both Athena and Nephis. It's an easy five points, but like, it tends to ride up in the crotch region… not to mention it's just a bare minimum bodysuit."

"—I understand."

"Anywho, pick one, please! Accept it as an apology for earlier, if that'll ease your conscience, just please do not suffer this city any longer without protection!"

[] Tennhauser Skivvy +Defense

[] Lewdicrous Skivvy +Gets bitches wet

[] Volund Skivvy +5 Goddess points

[] I don't want a cyberpunk bodysuit

[] Ask Gwen to show off how the bodysuits look to kill time

[X] Ask Gwen to show off how the bodysuits look to kill time

"You wanna see how the bodysuits look, huh? Well, they're designer fabric, so don't expect top notch protection in terms of getting slammed by an ogre club."

Gwen takes out a digital pad and swipes a catalog into view, she hands you a screen filled with three separate windows. A 3D depiction of each bodysuit can be seen from each separate window.

"—I had hoped to see it in person."

Gwen stares at you unflinching, "Wait, you mean— you want me to.. put them on and show you?"

"I've never used one before, so I'm dire need of direction. Perhaps you could lead by example?"

"S-Still, that's.. you can trust my word on their quality if you have doubts-"

"But-" You purposely take the tone of a disappointed child, "-I was hoping you yourself could show me just how cool these outfits appear in person. Don't you want to show them off?"

Gwen hesitates for a few moments as she pretends to find something else to do, occasionally looking back to you as you maintain a completely deadpan expression. You pout innocently and bat your eyelashes in an attempt to make her smile. The dullahan seems unable to simply ignore your request.

"—" Gwen heaves a light sigh and unbuckles her choker, "Well, we're not exactly busy at the moment, so I suppose there's no harm in it. Hand me the Tennhauser first, I'll start with that one."

Gwen removes her choker, a thick spout of neck vapor permeates from her throat. As casually as removing a baseball cap, the dullahan takes her head off her body and places it on the counter before you.

"—That's incredibly unnerving."

"Huh— Unnerving? What's unnerving?"

"—Oh, well, nothing, I suppose I'm the odd duckling here. But might I ask why you took your head off?"

"So I can watch the counter while I assist you?"

"I feel silly for asking, excellent use of multitasking."

Gwen's headless body walks about as if it's being controlled from the inside, rather than from a brain stem. The headless body picks up the Tennhauser, then proceeds to wander quite girlishly into the backroom behind the counter, opening and shutting a door all on it's own.

"—Can your body see without your guidance? Are the two of you separate entities…?"

Gwen's head remains confused by your questions, "N-No.. we're the same, I'm still controlling it by my lonesome. The stuff fuming from my throat actually helps me see around without the need of eyesight."

"That sounds impossibly jarring, I can't begin to fathom how such a thing is real."

"Am I the first dullahan you've met?"

"Besides your mother, yes."

"Well shoot, now I feel like I could've messed with you and missed out on a golden opportunity."

"I don't believe I'm that daft when it comes to monmusa, I just hadn't a dullahan maid; though truth be told, I've always wanted one."

"—-Maids?" Gwen's eyes widen like the rising sun out of sheer curiosity, "You had -maids-? So you ARE somebody important, right?"

"At the moment I'm nobody. To make a long story short, I left the life of luxury behind, in hopes of living a simpler one with a tad bit more freedom. I do miss the chatting with the maids quite a bit already— Shoggoth in particular had quite the extraordinary amount of tales she'd spin. They were like my extended family."

"Abandoning such a cushy lifestyle for Kingkaizer?" Gwen's narrows her gaze as if she's given the task of explaining to a boy with no arms that his dream of becoming a professional boxer will never be, "You're pretty stupid, you know that?"

"A comfortable prison is still a prison. I'll count my blessings and move on, regret is something I'm quite tired of dealing with."

"Well, when you put it like that-"

Gwen's headless body returns wearing the Tennhauser bodysuit, she strikes a pose as if to tell you it's ready to use!

"It's a good thing these suits are unisex, or there would've been major complications."

The Skivvy Slapper is lodged between the girl's breasts, a vibrant shade of violet shining from it. The bodysuit is a layered black, with a darkish purple substance that resembles gel beneath the black out cover. There's outlined shoulder pads, knee pads, and elbow pads with a hexagonal composition. You'd be remiss in stating there's also little symbols engraved into the fabric, a floral pattern around the sides.

"Awfully stylish for a military-grade bodysuit."

Gwen explains in a completely deadpan tone, "Sacrifices have to be made in the name of fashion, that's just the way of the world."

"—How did you get changed so fast?"

"You slap the Slapper on your body and turn it on, it'll instantly cover your naughty parts in a cooling gel. The Slappers ooze an icky looking gel substance that covers your skin up til your neckline, it feels absolutely gross the first couple times you do it. But the gel is shock absorbent, and easily removable as the Slapper can suck it back in like a vacuum."

"—Bizarre."

"AND slimey."

"Wait, so you put fabric OVER the gel covering?"

"No, the gel is an adaptive, it also mimics types of fabric that's been programmed into it. Those shoulder pads for instance, are programmed to be Kevlar."

"I can see why has switched to such skintight apparel, how VERSATILE! Such an amazing world we live in, I can hardly wait to see the other two."

"—Oh… You want me to.. put on the other ones?"

You casually spell it out with little hesitation, "Yeah."

"You know it's not gonna look the same on me as it will on you?"

"Seeing it in motion is important, stills ill paint a perfect picture. And you're quite the model yourself."

Gwen doesn't seem to know how to process your compliment and instead changes the topic, "Tennhauser's not your first choice, then?"

"I won't know until I see the others, madam."

"—" Gwen seems slightly annoyed, not be the request, but by something else, "Hand me the Volund, would you?"

Gwen's headless body exits the room once again, then returns wearing an all-black seamless body fabric that resembles a nylon fabric. There's two alternating symbols edged into the body, in a velvet-like texture. On Gwen's chest are two snow white symbols, both taking up space around her nipple area. One is of a shield with seraphim wings and the other is three eyes connected by a circuit.

"The symbols of Athena and Nephis, no doubt?"

"Admittingly, this is probably one of the most comfortable bodysuits we sell. Though I'd recommend wearing an outfit over it, as too much black is much too unap-"

"Now the third one."

"-pealing… Eh?"

"The third one, could you please put it on? I wish to compare how they move, and observe them in motion. General maneuverability is important, if I'm going to be tangling with foul creatures."

Gwen's head suddenly flashes a bright pink hue that really brings out the blue in her eyes, "B-B-B-But I can't do that! I'll die of embarrassment!"

"Oh? Why is that?"

"The Lewdicrous Skivvy is for men-only! Well, atleast it should be in my opinion-! I'm sorry, but you'll just have to try that one on YOURSELF."

"I by no means am forcing you, miss. I appreciate you taking the time to show off the other two, but if you're so adamant about not showing off that one, I'll wager it's a tad bit more effective than the others."

"Huh? Effective?"

"Where's your changing room?"

Upon being pointed in the right direction, you grab the Lewdicrous Skivvy and head into a designated changing area.

____________

The changing area is oddly spacious given the store's size, there's mirrors in place to give the room the feeling of being an endless corridor filling with changing rooms. However, now that you look about, there doesn't appear to be female or male section.

The changing area appears to be unisex.

The area is spacious, but there's a peculiar lack of actual doors. You suppose it doesn't really make sense to shut off one area completely to another sex when there's so few rooms. On busy days doing that seems a mistake— if this place ever has busy days.

It was nice of Gwen to offer a Skivvy for free though. You've met some particularly nice people outside the castle, and it's really building up your confidence in this world…

…Though you realize you're still tainted from your actions beforehand. The fact that uncle isn't coming back isn't quite registering in your brain, much less the disturbing looks on your sisters as you left.

This all just happened this morning.

You're amazed you've been able to power on through the day until now, if you can just hold out a little longer, you can make some serious progress in granting your family the peace they need. You can let out your anxieties, your sadness, your all around regret later— when you've found a place to stay for the night.

For now, you should try on this Skiv-

!

The sound of a doorknob turning?

You feverishly turn to your right as a door suddenly opens up.

A topless woman exits the door with a look of sheer indignation. Well, that's what your brain first registers. It's not a woman— it's a monster girl. Her skin is an inhuman shade of pale gray, flawless and smooth despite it's color. The whites of her eyes blackened like the night sky, but inside her black sclera lies a glowing turquoise flame with a demon's branded shape. A succubus tail— with devil wings of nightmares and thick horns protruding from her luxuriant shoulder-length hair.

She's naked. Barring a pair of black leather elbow gloves and knee boots.

…And a rather skimpy strapless crotch piece covering her vaginal area.

"JANET! YER DAMN SKIVVY ISN'T PROGRAMMED RIGHT! TESMA CAN'T FIT HER FUCKING TA-TA'S INSIDE!"

Gwen yells from the front in a jocular tone, "Sorry about that, Corset! We're not used to clothing Amazons, I'll come in there and fix it in a moment!"

"YER DRUNKARD OF A MOTHER GO HOME YET, GWENDIA?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm manning things for the time being!"

"Woo, thank fuck, I couldn't stomach another goddamn sermon on how difficult being a 'fashion designer' is for monsters. Ya just make something just skimpy enough to cover the goods, that's ALL you need, goddamn it. Been here for three goddamn hours—"

The demon girl just finally notices your presence.

You wave to her, "Good afternoon."

"—Ah."

"…Ah."

"…Ah hah?"

"Hah… Ah."

The two of you exchange awkward greetings.

The demon immediately turns towards the front, "GWEN! IS THIS YOUR BOYFRIEND?"

"N-NO! HE'S NEW IN TOWN, HIS NAME'S SLADE!"

"JUST DOUBLE CHECKING, SWEETHEART!" The demon licks her fingers and slicks back the hair from her eyes, "Yo. You're looking pretty happening there, how ya doin?."

You snap back to reality after staring at a naked monster for a minute straight, "—I'm doing— Well. Yourself?"

The demon speaks in a suave salesman tone, "Oh, you know, gettin' in that daily grind, makin' dreams happen. Yes sir, that's me, shoulda been born a genie with my level of skill. Name's Corset, I'ma PR gal for Kaizers. You interested in maybe doing a little behind the scenes work?"

The demon girl takes a step towards you and extends her hand, her chest jiggling in hypnotic motion. Your focus isn't even on her hand, you can't help but find yourself looking at her bare chest, curiously marveling at how her nipples share the exact same turquoise hue as her demon eyes. You always thought nipples came in pink or red…

…Your world is crumbling around you. Just how much do you know about the female body!?

"—Oh right," Corset covers up her irregular titties with her free arm, "Never you mind these bad boys, I'm just letting those puppies breathe a bit, you know? They ain't dangerous, though they do get hard enough to cut glass when it's freezing out."

"Yes, I imagine locking them up does tend to become uncomfortable after a period of time."

"Right!? I take great pride in my girls, they're in great shape too, near PERFECT symmetry. You'll never see their equal, I can promise you that— Say, do you know what you call identical boobs?"

"I'm sorry-?"

"Identitties."

"—"

Your face remains unchanged.

"Thank you~ thank you~ I'll be here all night, don't forget to tip your waitress. Though, if it were me, I'd recommend giving more than just the tip," Corset chugs her arm in a victorious gesture, "Hi-oh!"

"Excuse me, but— I'm sorry I've accidentally seen your chest, miss. You see, I was on my way to change and there's no separate areas for males and fema-"

"Chill— a moment, goldy locks. What, this the first time you've ever seen titties before? You're acting pretty damn uptight about it, callous even."

"Uh- well, not exactly—"

Corset laughs it off mockingly, in a boastfully proud voice, "Hah, love that reaction! It's so cute! It's sincere~ It's pure~ Look! No harm no foul, I could've ran back into the room if I minded ya peeking at the goods. So relax, I'm not going to clock ya. You're a hell of a brave kid, to risk your life just to catch a glimpse at a Ashtoreth's chest. You've got spunk, and I admire that-"

"Ah— no, you've got the wrong idea. I'm here to try on a Skivvy. That's all. There's no pretenses."

"Oh yeah~? Means you'll have to strip naked in order to put it on, doesn't it? Bet a fella would have to be pretty depraved to try them on in the store, right?"

"I..Is that how they work? They require you to be absolutely naked?" You examine the Slapper in greater detail, "That -would- explain a few things in hindsight."

"Hahaha! You're clueless man-!" The demon playfully pokes your arm then retracts her finger in fear, "Whoa! You're also freezing cold! Jeez kid, are you all right?"

You suddenly realize something important, "—Hold on a moment— Did you say PR for Kaizers?"

Corset tilts her head in confusion, "Didn't stutter, did I? Yeah, I help out Kaizers with their image and such. Just so long as they pay me with their Chroma. Stuff sustains my body to peakness! Seriously though kid, you're cold, we should do something about that-"

"It's a small world, seeing as how I've just signed up for Kingkaizer a few hours ago. Just how interwoven into Idolkaizer is this city?"

"—-Get outta town! No way, dude! You? A Kaizer?" Corset digs her hands into her naked hips and laughs (breasts wobbling as she does so), "Slade, right? It's real nice to meet a boy your age. You mind if I introduce you to my clientele?"

"Your other.. clientele?"

"Yeah, I'm here trying to fix these bozos' attire. Two girls, hell of a lot of heart, heaven of a lot of breast, but the business know-how of a mildly autistic orangutan. An Amazon and a Apsara. They could probably use a male perspective in this matter as well, in fact, would you mind? It wouldn't take but a minute."

"I'm not interested in anything uncouth if that's your game, Corset."

"H- OH, oh stop. No, I promise you've got the wrong idea, Sladey. I'm not taking you into that room to get gangraped, I'm just trying to get those two idiots in there to decide on which clothing to purchase."

"Clothing problems? I actually often delegated uniform restrictions among the maids, since my sisters enjoyed tormenting them with ridiculous outfits."

"—Maids?"

"Nothing, sorry. Forgot myself there for a moment. Honestly, I just came here to try on that Skivvy, so if you wouldn't mind-"

"In that case, we can help give you a female perspective on how it looks. It's a help us help you situation, kid. I'm going insane trying to make those two make up their minds. Please Slade, I feel like you being here was damned near fate at work in the grand scheme of things. You're my beacon of hope right now, buddy."

"—Female perspective?"

[] Help an Amazon and Apsara choose the right outfit, maybe make some friends

[] Ignore them and enter the empty dressing room to the left, best not to take risks

[] Use 「Kill the Star」 on those titties

[] Ask the demoness to put on the Skivvy in return for help

[] Get everyone's phone numbers to unlock additional DateKaizer options

[] Leave the store without the Skivvy, and wait for Skeleton Jelly

[] You've had a long day, maybe you should abandon this quest and try starting a new one in the morning (Go see Karen)

[] Burst into tears and start crying because life is hard sometimes

>>132127

>>132129

>She's naked. Barring a pair of black leather elbow gloves and knee boots.

>…And a rather skimpy strapless crotch piece covering her vaginal area.

>The demon girl takes a step towards you and extends her hand, her chest jiggling in hypnotic motion.

>>132132

This anon has the right idea.

>>132151

Right. Which if I had to guess, looks somewhere between a crotchless test plugsuit and a male version of Senketsu.

>>132198

>>132162

Please put down the choices you're voting for instead of saying 'this' or 'I agree with that anon' to make counting votes easier.

>>132254

>>132268

>>132271

DUDE UNCLE KILLING LMAO

You're released from your sweaty prison of face smooshing, and as the dark shadowy spheres moves backwards into the light, you finally notice they are, in fact, amazonian assets.

"Don't take that the wrong way, Slade-baby, that's how I told her she SHOULD greet boys she wants to converse with. I sorta teach her stuff like that as a joke, she's new to this whole civilization thing."

"That's your idea of a joke!?"

"S…Sorry." The amazon apologies as she fidgets her thick untoned body about, "I caught a glimpse of your face and sorta just wondered what it'd look like sandwiched between my breasts."

"A… Oh I'm.. What?"

"You'll have to forgive Noko, she's exceedingly bad at expressing herself. What's she saying is, she thinks you're cute, and wanted to say 'hi'."

"Well, now I'm curious as to how she says goodbye. I feel as though my cheekbones have been squeezed as though you would lemons."

"Well– I– Uh–" Nokoma's eyes begin to swell up in tears, "I'm sorry…"

"It's not your fault, don't—" You struggle to keep your footing, "Anyway, I'm here because I heard you're having trouble picking out uniforms?"

"Yeah, the human here is a male KAIZER. Would you believe that? WHAT LUCK! Ya usually have to go through an entire stack of menus and paper work just to say hello to one."

"If we're being honest, I'm also new, and ranked last."

"Doesn't matter, humey, you're still a godsend to us."

"—And quite the handsome as well," the apsara strides over to you in a alluring motion and extends her hand, "You may call be Dorea, I am charmed to meet you, mister—?"

"Slade. Slade— Stardust," you shrug to yourself as you speak your last name out loud. You doubt these girls know of the deceased Countess, so you idly grab the monmusa's hand and shake it, "Though my friends call me Ziggy."

"Ziggy, no? I'll have to apologize on my friend's behalf as well, you see, she's the last of her tribe. Nokoma has to find herself a human in such a dire state, so we've been teaching her ways to entice them. She's not quite knowledgeable about seduction."

"And you would be?"

"Of course! I'm a dancer, charming is what I do. Though admittingly, little ever comes of it."

Corset chimes in with a razor sharp smile, "Apsara's are used to test men's resolves. Since they're dancers by nature, they're usually used at bars to liven the mood, or with bands of warriors to cheer them up. They're also used to temper young militant personal, as you need a hell of a strong resolve to be a human public servant. If you're trained at the Chroma School here in Madness, one of the tests is overcoming an apsara's erotic dance."

Dorea heaves a heavy sighs (her brown titties with her), "It is easy to charm humans, but not so easy to find love, no? Especially when you're seen as an obstacle to overcome. Times are hard, not to mention the competition with other more talented monster girls and their increasingly convoluted ways of hording the thinning herd of single men themselves."

"You're both Idolkaizers then?"

"We are—" Dorea notices the two of you are still shaking hands, "Oh dear, how embarrassing, I didn't even notice we haven't stopped shaking."

"Hahaha… Please, this is an awkward situation for the both of us I assure you. I'm sorry I've seen the two of you in your vulnerable moments, I was sorta just pushed into here on a whim."

"It is all right, Ziggy. I can tell you're not an outright pervert, and Madam Corset vouches for you," Dorea smiles as her ear fins fidget, "That is all I need— In all fairness though, perhaps I should've pushed your face into my bosom so poor Nokoma would not feel so embarrassed. My bosom is not quite as large as hers, but I'm certain it'll get the job done, no?"

"Cultural misunderstandings are always going to happen in a city filled with creatures from all over the globe-"

"Well, if you ever feel the need to bury your face into my chest, don't hesitate to ask. Just give me fair warning before you do?"

"S..Sure..?"

"I've never actually sandwiched a boy's face with my bosom before now, so you're my first," Nokoma explains in a happy-go-lucky tone, "It actually felt kinda nice, if I'm being honest. We should make that our thing! That way you can always tell who I am, and that I'm me, and not an impostor!"

"I would both prefer to and not to. It's a middle ground that should not exist. And just how many other monster girls have your physique, exactly?"

Nokoma hops up in down in typical bubbly fashion, her bouncing with a cheery motion, "Not many, that's sorta the point! Looky! Looky!"

"Excuse me?"

"The men here all have picture perfect beautiful women around flocking to find love, so what better way to differentiate yourself than with a more voluptuous imperfect look?"

"—-Well, that does certainly set you apart— actually kinda makes a bit of sense, in a weird way."

Corset explains as she pushes you forward, "Like a good portion of Idolkaizers, Nokoma and Dorea here are in it for the human boys. And as such, need outfits that'll get them noticed!"

"Hence why you need my input, I understand."

"Exactly, so then, let's start with Nokoma. Now, she's got the amazonian stature working for her, and a barrel full of curves. Keep in mind, she needs to repopulate her tribe. So that means she needs a certain 'fertile' look that says, 'Hey, I need a human boy to lodge themselves between my thick thighs and fill me with seed relentlessly. Getting pregnant is my legacy!' or something along those lines."

"Madam Corset!" The amazon gasps out as she clutches her naughty bits, "That's incredibly DIRTY! I am, first and foremost, a warrior!"

"And a mallrat."

Nokoma's face puffs up like a giant version of the stereotypical pouting little girl, "Just because I'm a big girl doesn't mean I don't like to have fun! Big girls need love too!"

"But of course, that would be the point of your outfit. Anyway Sladey, what do you think?"

[] The amazon should have an armored warrior woman look

[] The amazon should wear a crop top bikini armor and g-string

[] The amazon should wear a leotard with a see-through gel breast outline

[] Loincloth

[] Spats and Sports Top

[] The amazon should dress modestly, think of the children!

>>132475

>[x] The amazon should have an armored warrior woman look

The armor is made of fur pelts and stuff. Pic related, but more cleavage and less underboob showing.

>>132501

Hey, whatever you think a futuristic pseudo comedic amazon should wear, man.

>>132619

>David Bowie kills death in BS universe

>death kills David Bowie in this universe

Don't you just hate it when meme magic works in reverse? Like when Trudeau became prime minister of Canada.

>>132619

>>132623

>>132639

>>132820

Neither Goddess either condones nor condemns it, so you will earn nothing.

You'd have better luck pinching the asses of the Goddesses themselves.

By the way, if you wish for Corset to assist you with your PR, you will need to have her consume your semen. A blowjob is a binding agreement and cum is succubus capital.

You may, naturally, refuse. I wouldn't think you all lesser men for it. We'll only be as promiscuous as you want— in this setting filled with cock hungry monster babes. But if you're going to be wearing something that arouses them, you may want to build up your sexperience and endurance. That said, sex isn't REQUIRED to complete Idolkaizer, so you can become a virgin God. Ziggy is probably the type to avoid it all together.

But, you know, we're here to have fun.

>>132875

Chroma. Saturated essence. Trading certain types of succubi semen is also acceptable, though looked down on when it's not fresh.

One of the few reasons monster girls in Madness would even bother with condoms.

Girl cum isn't beating with life, thus ineffective and worthless.

>>132891

No futa allowed in this story.

>>132902

Madness's economy used to be semen based before the Goddesses took over, but since it became easily abused, it's been replaced with a system similar to today's banknotes.

Unfortunately (fortunately), many monster girls prefer the old style of doing business. It's always a good idea to stock up on condoms when negotiating with demons and rough-hewn types. A filled condom is as good as waving a fifty dollar bill around.

>>132861

>inb4 we go on a full pure route and only have sex at the end of our adventure when we return home and creampie all of our sisters+shoggoth

>>132973

>"Nii-san, I request permission to fuck you."

>[X] Fuck her first

[X] The amazon should wear a crop top bikini armor and g-string

"A g-string—?" Nokoma's eyes widen as she takes your advice, "What kind of armor is that?"

Corset explains with a wicked smile, "It's like a slingshot up your ass crack."

"Whoa! No way-! That sounds mighty uncomfortable… Is it popular?"

"Well, honey, there's a saying that dressing skimpy leaves little to the imagination. But with your bubbly body, you've enough curves to still hide a fair amount with your blubber."

Nokoma begins to tear up sincerely, "So mean… I'm not fat, I'm not!"

"I'm sayin' this for your own good. You could land a plane on that train caboose you call your ass, so if you're looking to repopulate your race, you're gonna have to flaunt it."

"I don't care about flaunting my ass!"

"Your breasts too, you know I hear Chroma users store their power in their boobies. With the size of those, you've gotta have energy to spare. You shouldn't need a lot of armor, since you're already super strong."

"I don't care about flaunting my boobies either…"

"Ugh," Corset turns to you with an annoyed frown, "Cute girl, but she's a little slow sometimes. It's like a midget with downs syndrome showing up late for work."

"—" You narrow your eyes in confusion, "How is she like that at all?"

"She's a little tardy," Corset snaps her fingers and points to you, "Ahh? Ahhhhh~?"

"—-"

Corset turns back to the amazon, "Well I know what you DO care about, sister," Corset presents an anatomically designed bright neon outfit, "Cute clothes~!"

It's a pair of battle boots, gloves, shoulder pads with little jeweled hearts imprinted, and a Skivvy Slapper. The amazon lets out a girlish squeal as she dives into the objects and immediately equips them.

"NO WAY! NO WAY! It's like my favorite color and everything—!"

Nokoma's tone completely changes upon actually seeing the uniform. She giggles boldly as she stands there in her bare skinned lively radiance, her shaved pussy fully exposed to you without a hint of shame— rather, she doesn't understand that's something to keep hidden from sight. It's quite adorable in a way. Her enormous breasts joyfully wave from side to side as she slips on the boots, and those big round pillows she calls her buttocks jiggle ever so slightly without a ripple-

…Old habits start to kick in.

"Nokoma?"

"Yes, Mister Ziggy?"

"I'm sorry, but there's a little sliver of hair stuck to your backside, do you mind if I grab it for you? It's quite noticeable from a distance."

"Huh? Hair on my backside-? Oh jeez, I'm so embarrassed—! Sure- sure! Go right ahead, bro! Thank you for telling me!"

"You're welcome, now please don't move."

Nokoma turns her backside to you, and places her hands on her smooth widened hips, as if in some sort of preparation for something painful. You kneel down and pretend to pluck off nothing.

"There, I got it."

"Oh wow, that didn't hurt at all!"

"Why would you assume it would hurt? Twas merely a loose hair stuck to your skin-"

You then pretend to lose your balance and pinch the fat of her soft gelatinous ass in the process.

"Youch! Hey, what's the big idea!?" Nokoma turns around to face you down as she towers above you, rubbing her now-sore bottom, "You pinched me—! That's rude, you meany!"

"I'm sorry, I sorta lost my balance there— I did remove the hair though. So if nothing else, your backside is now perfection."

"—Oh.." The amazon contemplates this for a few seconds before firmly nodding, "Well then. Good job, human. I'll be certain to attract a mate with a perfect backside!"

"That's the spirit, hahaha…"

Dorea slides to your side with a coy smile and talks into your ear, "Ah hah, Ziggy— You like pinching girls butts, do you not?"

"You've the wrong idea, I assure you. I've merely embarrassed myself by accidentally squeezing my fingers at an inopportune time-"

!

Dorea sinks her fingers into your bottom and firmly squeezes it, not once glancing in your direction.

…Her concentrated form… Dorea has groped you so effortlessly you're at a loss, and the way she's standing, you wouldn't be able to tell where she's sticking her hand in the slightest—!

"You've got an obvious tell, you know? In the way you lie," the aspara quietly tells you without alerting the other two, "Strange, I did not peg you as a pervert at first glance…"

"There's nothing perverse about making a mistake-!"

"I can agree, nothing perverse about it at all to me. Tis just fun, is it not? Like a friendly game of tag!"

"Tag? What you're suggesting is highly unscrupulous and unsavory."

The mermaid elemental whispers into your ear in a deeper tone, "You're secret safe with me, my friend. It is great to meet another fellow groper, or shall I say, gropee?"

"P..Please unhand my bottom."

Dorea backs away from you with a guilty laugh, "Oh me, oh my! My mistake, I have seemed to have lost my balance as well! Hah! Hahah! This room must've been built at an odd angle, no?"

She's even got lying down to an art form. You'll need to take notes to take extra precautions any time you're around that apsara.

>>133038

>nothing impure that

I dunno anon, trading sex for makes us kind of a slut. On the other hand, mating for the sake of something like pic related is most definitely pure. But we've only received freedom from our home for a day or so, so it's best to hold off on mating for now.

>>133097

Tall girls need love too!

>>133187

Both the mating ring and erotic violence serve a purpose. It deters monster girls from raping humans during Idolkaizer, since they won't receive points for it if they do it outside the designated areas.

…Doesn't mean it doesn't still happen. It's just not as frequent.

>>133796

Uncle Death-kun hovers into the kitchen in a miasma of death and plague, then taps his bony finger into the lid of an empty glass jar.

"Who ate all the cookies in the cookie jar— Slade? Was it you?"

You freeze in slow motion then strike a pose, "No. Whatever are you talking about, Uncle?"

"Stop that you dolt, you're going to break something!"

You remove your shirt and thrust your crotch as cookie crumbs drip from your lips, "The only thing I'll break is this web of lies."

Also, I forgot to mention something important about Skivvy's, which if you haven't been paying attention, are adaptive bodysuit clothing.

Let's say this is an excerpt from the owner's manual that comes with every Skivvy.

When you equip a Skivvy, a gel-like substance covers your body and assumes whatever design is programmed into the substance. This substance can act as a coolant during hot summer days or conversely to seal body heat during the winter. It's a self repairing membrane, and naturally does not need to be washed. However, it does need to be restocked if it's damaged or 'used' in a certain way which I will get into. Restocking simply means buying a small tube of gel and injecting it into the suit, it's inexpensive and efficient.

If you need to use the restroom, you simply deactivate the gel by voice command, which will retract the gel back into the Skivvy Slapper. If the voice command is defunct, there are emergency overrides in place to see to your waste disposal problems.

The gel is seal proof. I bring that up because Skivvy can also be used in another 'certain way' I brought up a few lines back. Once the material has adjusted to your body, it will protect your private regions from direct assault, but will not shield you completely.

On the contrary.

Speaking strictly on the male Skivvy, the male reproductive organ changes length irregularly and interchangeably throughout the course of the day. As such, the material must conform to a certain amount of flexibility. This means, instead of your erection growing uncomfortably pressed up between your lower stomach and the tight Skivvy gel, suctioning blood flow, the gel will adhere to your dick's shape and essentially form a condom-like wrapping around it.

For sanitation purposes, and the number of corruptible sexually transmitted afflictions monsters CAN carry, this gel condom will provide adequate protection should you be sexually assaulted by a monster girl, or engage in casual relations of consent. Pants or crotch plates can be ripped asunder, but the Skivvy gel is incredibly difficult to rip. That said, it's not a thick substance, so stimulation can and will still occur.

If such a sexual situation occurs, an air pocket will form at the tip of the urethra and a stimulating fluid/lubricant will douse your glans. The semen expelled during the act will be collected into the gel-formed condom around your penis region, acting like a normal contraceptive should. After the semen is collected, it will be ejected from the erected area within an object resembling a gel-bubble. A cum bubble.

These semen pockets are air-tight and will maintain form for months at room temperature. Cum bubbles can be traded or bartered with, the same as condoms. In all likelihood, if sexually assaulted, the rapist will collect the cum bubbles and bounce with their white gold in hand.

There is a limit to how many gel-condoms the Skivvy can form, as it will continually drain the gel's density. If such an event occurs, the paper-thin fluid will rip and your private region will be exposed. Tread lightly.

Because that's how babies are made. Without consent.

tl;dr The Skivvy is a highly advanced body condom.

>>134212

>>134218

Skivvy's are typically for humans, and monsters that aren't completely monstrous IE look human enough can wear them. That's not to say monster girls can't wear them and they're not damned fashionable, because they do. Since Skivvy's can be programmed accordingly, they can adapt to species easily, like lamias can wear a Skivvy that turns into a leotard and covers their naughty regions. As far as refilling the gel goes— not often at all. It gets in the way of bareback nakadashi, and you can remove portions of the bodysuit through command, so exposing their crotch, tits, and/or asshole is common practice when proactive dating is about to go down. Hell, if they absolutely, positively, unequivocally need to get that sweet human sauce on as much as their body as possible, they'll just remove the damn thing and commence with the intense lovemaking.

I'll be honest, nobody has stopped me or pointed out how stupid/crazy most of what I just said was.

So I'm gonna just roll with it and make it all canon. Skivvy's are now safe sex bodysuits that will wear out.

>>134301

I'm sure she's doing much better than we are, the Great Ranch in the Sky is guarded by an army of celestial p'orcs to ensure that Josh can't enter and fag the place up.

>>134307

Makes enough sense to me.

>>134311

>>134321

Glad to hear it.

It certainly makes buttsex easier.

>>134376

Be like buying a new tube of tooth paste.

>>134381

The suits still provides cover from the elements and other functions. It's not given out like candy, but it's not gonna cost an arm and a leg.

Fucking through a Skivvy might not beat real flesh on flesh pounding, but it's still 'pretty damn hot'.

>>134442

Alternate Universe, certain changes are expected. Nothing wrong with adding gasoline to the fetish fire, as long as it doesn't spread into deep /d/ tier territory. The gel is an offshoot of Bizarru Slime, only instead of making people, it makes clothing.

And yes, they can actually be used as wet suits for slime girls, so they may walk about normally. Skivvy's are handy dandy.

Combat.

Fucking.

Style.

>>135429

Yeah, they're called the 「BLACK BUTTERFLY」 (BURRAKU BRUTTERFRY)

They're a female-only ninja subdivision of the Madness security force, whom are trained extensively on how to fight every type of monster girl/demon/FERAL and resist corruption. In their downtime, they like to party down, eat pizza, attend highschool while juggling their ninja alter egos, and search for new ways to become mindbroken.

Masters of bukkake and nakadashi.

>>135538

For every A cup, there's atleast 5 E-G cups.

>>135547

>>135603

Averting your attention back to Noko, you notice Corset slapping the Skivvy emblem straight into the Amazon's back (standing on her tippy toes as she does so). A thick bluish goo covers her bosom as if she'd spilled raspberry juice upon her person. The goo multiplies rapidly, covering the monmusa's plump body in a bodysuit of gel.

The amazon starts giggling uncontrollably, "Hahaha, that tickles!"

Within a few moments, bits and pieces of the goo begin to turn translucent. The amazon's skin color bleeds through the fabric as the gel dissipates, retracting and reforming—- becoming a crop top that barely holds her breasts in place and g-string out of a synthetic fiber-like surface.

You feel your eyes glued to the strange happening unfolding before you. Only one word comes to mind that describes it.

"—-Bizarre."

"Jeez, it REALLY does shoot up your buttcrack."

Corset smiles with razor sharpened teeth, "This your first time witnessing a Skivvy fit a girl this big? I can't say I blame you, humy."

"It's actually my first time seeing one form up close and in person. I've never seen such a unusual happening before in all my days."

"Huh…? You— from outside the city or something?"

"It's a long story, regardless," you gander at the amazon in the boots/elbow gloves/bikini armor/shoulder pads/and G-string combo, "I think this look serves your desired purposes. Though I'd recommend wearing actual clothing in battle."

"I look like a fighting concubine— or a stripper!?"

"Are you not used to wearing so little?"

"You underestimate me, Ziggy! I'm a proud amazonian warrior-"

"I'm not at all sure what that entails."

"-I'm used to fighting wearing nothing. If anything, this makes me light as a feather, unencumbered and free to move around as I please!"

Nokoma slaps her uncovered thigh against a nearby chair and winces.

"TSSSSSSS…. OUCHIES!"

"Armor's only as good as the parts it covers, unfortunately. But eye candy has it's allure, certainly in such a popularity oriented contest, right?"

Nokoma rubs the injured upper thigh region, "I hurt my bum though."

"So be extra careful."

"Be extra careful with my bum?"

"Always be extra careful with your bum."

"Always?"

"ALWAYS."

"Oh my," Dorea heaves a sigh of defeat, "Noko's a regular bull in a fine China shop, you ask the impossible!"

"I'm not -THAT- clumsy, gosh darn it! I'm just… I'm.. just… 'safety challenged'."

You turn to the Apsara who's idly thrusting her hips from side-to-side, trying to keep a personal rhythm going.

"Your turn, I believe?"

"Not a need! I've already decided on what to wear. Seeing Nokoma struggling has cleared my mind."

Dorea grabs a few heart-shaped decorations, stickers missing their respective insides. So imagine a lacy bra, now imagine cutting out a heart shaped indention, now imagine that heart shaped piece that was cut out merely outlined instead of whole. ♥ but without the center. Painting a mental picture for you?

The apsara slaps the see-through heart outlines on her nipples and an extra large piece on her crotch region. Then puts on all manner of jewelry—

"—That.. That doesn't leave quite much to the imagination."

"My my, you're impatience is cute! You wanted to see my outfit that badly~? Hold on now, it's still not yet complete."

The apsara twirls her fingers around and begins to belly dance. Within seconds, a thick creamy milk-like substance covers the insides of the heart shaped decorations around her body. Her dark nipples can barely be seen through the milk substance. Dorea seductively grinds her hips around a circle, an Arabian belly dancer pelvic curtain made of love milk creates itself before her crotch. Dorea then points to her face with a smile, a veil made of milky goo covers her lower face. It's a harem outfit of sorts, it's making your heart skip a few beats.

"And now?"

You struggle to put what you're seeing into words and simply choose to avert your eyes, "I fear I might be the wrong person to ask."

"Judging from the human's reaction, I think it'll be satisfactory, Dory." Corset touches the apsara's 'clothing', taking a bit of the milky goo off and tasting it, "Hah! How do you like that? It even TASTES like LEWD."

"Oh dear, Corset, that milk is meant for boys, not females…"

"Tastes pretty unisex to me— besides, isn't it a girl's rite of adulthood to taste the milk of another?"

"I fear the context of that statement may not hold up to scrutiny."

>>136021

>"What I'm saying is, why don't you try that Skivvy there inside here? Hmm~?"

I guess we owe them that atleast. We strike a fabulous pose à la Pillar Men as we put on the Skivvy.

Part 2 was my favorite anime.

Joey Jojo and his fight with his arch nemesis, Automobiles, was absolutely fantastic.

The three monster girls get uncomfortably close to you; the amazon kneels down to your eye level with a stern expression, the apsara stares at you coyly while pursing her lips, and the succubus prodding your chest with her finger.

"Hold on a moment here-"

__…____.._….._………._………….

「Brain Hacking = new Information(12, 33.9, 15);

warp.accessDimension(4);

for (int i = 0; i < hack.getGoal(); i++) {

double v = Math.power(m*c2);

warp.hackBrain();

warp.advance(i.toTimeInterval(loop));

}

if (past.currentDate() == future.currentDate()) {

System.out.println("Brain Hacked successfully.");

}」

⚖⚤♪→

———-Tracking———

You vision begins tearing like a poor quality VHS tape ripped straight from a dusty aged collection, shades of green screen crackle and rip into your sight as the picture shakes and stilts. Snowy static covers your finger tips like spilled soda, the world around you ripples to the sound of a cassette tape spinning out of control and running out of stock.

"…Huh?"

The monster girls in front of you turn suddenly glitch like an NES cart that's been ripped out of it's Nintendo Entertainment System, blocky artifacts that distort their faces. Twisting and contorting into barely recognizable humanish figures made of blocky flesh.

Your body feels immediately disconnected from reality, as if slipping into a dream or hallucination, a funky abstract world begins to form around you.

There's an collection of modern city buildings to your right, clad in a bright neon blue paint shine, with pink syrupy windows where no light seems to escape. There's a disjointed swimming pool to your left, a floating gelatinous mass of water created with what appears to be a late 20th century 3D texture. There's a distorted song slowly creeping around your eardrums, wrapping itself in place in a slowed down and artificially filtered version of a random 1980's pop song. Like a song you'd hear in a lounge, but instead of tuning it out as you await your surroundings, the song completely drowns out all manner of life from your pathological milieu.

"Wh.. What's going on here? Where am I— where's the exit?"

A rainbow colored dolphin leaps out of the body of floating poorly rendered water, then leaps out of it's bottom, then side-to-side. A cluster of Windows 98 icons fly across the glitching sky like birds.

You immediately notice a door frame with no building around it, standing right next to you. You open the doorway ajar, but it merely opens to the exact place you're at—- right, of course it would. Honestly, you're not sure what you expected would happen.

There's a checked sidewalk in front of you, the length of which seems to extend for miles and miles into infinity. You follow the checked sidewalk, putting one foot in front of the other, without noticing you feel yourself walk completely 180 degrees around in a circle, defying gravity as if such a thing doesn't exist in this world.

"Eh?"

You moonwalk around in a 180 degree angle as you backtrack the checkered sidewalk, then notice a hoop-like structure before you that resembles something akin to a Sonic the Hedgehog game.

You pause for a few moments, staring at the sidewalk hoop. You're CLEARLY inside a dream of sorts, since the laws of gravity do not hold weight— though you don't recall ever having a dream this abstract before. Clearly, the stress of what you've done has gotten to you…

…Where did those three monster girls go?

Wait, are you sleep walking in the real world? Is that what's happening— you fell asleep standing? Or did you pass out, perhaps? What was that strange algorithm that appeared moments before entering this dream? Oh no, you hope you're not doing anything embarrassing in real life— what a first impression that would make-!

You'll need to wake up as fast as possible, before you do something you regret.

—-There's a square indented into the ground before you, an archaic icon painted on with what you can only assume to be low bit coloring.

>You step on the ☃ symbol

Little shredded pieces of paper begin to fall from the sky upon pressing the button. You attempt to grab one of the shredded pieces of paper, but it melts as you touch it.

…Wait, that's not paper, it's snow. It's just incredibly poorly polygonal snow—? What was the point of that?!

You swipe the paper snow aside in frustration, then notice a peculiar sign to your side, it reads in poorly translated Japanese [真実だけでなく、半真理の庭] with an English connotation above it [GARDEN OF TRUTH AND HALF TRUTHS]. There is indeed a garden nearby, with two identical fountains full of cascading poorly rendered water and a bizarre stone statue place directed dead center between the fountains.

It's a statue of Socrates, carved in an obsessive style that mirrors low-poly art, with a stone tablet that reads 'The Avarice of Polygons'. There's an effulgent clash of purple and blue that shine upon the statue's surface, his beard highlighted in poor quality visual contrast.

"あなたはちょうどあなたが殺さなければならないでしょう二つの追加星を作成しました."

The statue speaks in gargled Japanese. There's an English text right below his speech pattern.

"==You've just created two additional stars you will have to kill.=="

"Did you just talk?"

The statue returns to it's dormant stone face— as expected.

"You're not fooling me, creature, if you've something to say then spill it. Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?"

You feel the touch of two fingers prodding into your back.

You turn around to see David Bowie dressed as Adolf Hitler, mustache and all.

"Whoa."

The man's odd asymmetrically colored eyes widen, "Guten Tag, mate."

"Ah– what?"

"Guten tag? It's a German expression for 'hello', it's a greeting most common in Germany."

"No, I'm aware of that, but— who are— No, WHAT are yo— okay, where to begin—? I'm sorry, please give me a moment, I'm at a complete loss for words."

"Don't be, there are 171,476 words in the Oxford English Dictionary, pray look and you'll surely find SOMETHING."

"Let's start with the obvious, where am I?"

"Unimportant, next."

"—Unimportant?"

"I don't feel like explaining it to you."

"You're obviously capable of coherent thought if you can talk to me like this. Why won't you give me a straight answer and save me the trouble of pressing the issue? I'm just trying to understand what's going on."

"You did try. Trying doesn't always mean you'll succeed."

"…Fine."

"Wunderbar. Next question."

"Why should I bother asking you anything if you won't answer?"

"Because who knows, maybe you'll hit something I'll gladly educate you further on? Nothing in life is certain, after all, the world is boring in black and white. Why do you think man invented color televisions?"

"Am I dreaming?"

"Everyone dreams."

"Is this a hallucination?"

"Only if you consider reality a constant."

"What are you?"

"Charming."

"WHO are you?"

"A charmer."

"What's your favorite cereal?"

"Lucky Charms, they're magically delicious!"

"—Is this world related to 「Kill the Star」?"

"Why yes, it is," the man adjusts his swastika bling then leers into you, "Now, what's fair is fair, you've asked me a fair deal of questions, I will now ask you something."

"Very well."

"You've been gone from your home for ONE day. You've only killed ONE person— albeit that person was never alive to begin with. Why haven't you killed anyone else? Are you just having an off day?"

"Because I'm not a murderer—?"

"Bullshit, the term 'murderer' attaches itself to sentient creatures who murder other sentient creatures. You've just murdered your Uncle. Thus, you are a murderer, by every definition of the word."

"I didn't know that ability would kill him, and regardless, he was attacking me. I loved Uncle Death, but I'm not going to pretend I'm a maniac who goes around needlessly ripping people's cassettes out."

"All I hear is excuses."

"Excuses aren't inherently bad, they often offer context."

"Atleast you're not refuting your status as a killer. —Say, what if I told you I'm your subconscious? Would you still try to disillusion yourself from reality when I say how much you enjoyed killing a family member? The GRIM REAPER of all things?"

"My subconscious wouldn't dress like Adolf Hitler."

"What better way to grab your attention?"

"A unicycle."

"Cute," the man twirls a cane around with the 'ss' symbol plastered across it's surface, "You know, the cultural aesthetics of Madness are a hodgepodge of narcotic high fidelity? Get this, every Kaizer out there today suffers from an offset of the worst drug of all, narcissism. What's worse, it's spread like an epidemic! Little segments of segregated and gated communities trying to out special-snowflake one another in hopes of seeming important enough for male attention. That's what Idolkaizer is, besides a way to make a few bucks, and why girls continue to join it. They think by crushing and dominating those they deem inferior will magically will the desired mate to their sides."

"—Huh?"

The man sits down on a oddly high definition outline of a park bench, "It can't be furthest from the truth. You see, what they see at first is a shortage of men— monmusa, I mean. That naturally makes them feel isolated, alone, uncomfortable, inferior. After all, they'll never find a human to be with if there's simply not enough to go around. They need a way to validate their existence, since without procreation, they're essentially nothing. So there's this contest, see, where you can collect points simply by being as special snowflake-like as possible. And if you win, why, you don't even HAVE to worry about not finding a male, because you can just request one from the Goddesses."

"What are you getting at, exactly?"

"You've an ability the former monster lord gave up, an ability that's sorely needed in a time of decadence and degeneracy. I know, because that ability has created the very same monsters that I speak of. Idolkaizers are fueled by self-indulgence and lust, and because of how positive they're portrayed by profiteering parasites, they are idolized. What I'm saying is, what better way to set you apart from the other Kaizers than using your power to seal their over-bloated egos and grind their smug entitled faces into the dirt?"

"Whoever you are, I'm not going to kill another person as long as I live, so don't ever ask me to do so-"

"That's the beauty of it! Your Soundwave ability doesn't have to kill anyone, it sealing weapon, you're sealing their corruption! Take that into consideration when you return—- All I'm saying is, perhaps you'll be rewarded justly if you were to take a few of the higher ranked monster girls down a peg or two? Might even get what you desire most of all—"

"—-I'm done listening to you, where's the exit?"

"The better question is, where ISN'T the exit–?"

"—"

Your vision begins to blur into lucent mixtures of blue and purple, as the man's face slowly blurs into that of three individual robotic eyes.

"⚐=♻ ⚔=♔"

___________

You snap to in the middle of an abandoned mall corridor, muffled elevator music can be heard down the hall. There's a collection of pastry stores arranged neatly to your left, a duo of artificial orange coconut trees to your right adding color to the otherwise lifeless scenery.

"I don't understand what happened, and I doubt I'm going to figure it out any time soon," you dig your fist into your side and glance upwards in agitation, "Is that what doing illegal drugs is like?"

—Huh? Your body feels noticeably lighter.

You glance downwards and notice you're wearing a stylish jacket with cassette circles on each side of the chest— and a pair of shiny golden shoulder pads sewn in that resemble electric guitar covers. No doubt you acquired it from that dullahan store owner, though that would mean a period of time has passed since regaining consciousness. And that you were body was moving during the time you out cold—

—And that you managed to exit the clothing store after acquiring the jacket—

Were you sleep walking—?

Or were you just being mind controlled?

Did your brain just skip a beat in time and transfer back into being from out of nowhere, and if so, what happened to the 'you' that was autopiloting your body? You're quite used to certain forms of necromancy and sorcery, being from a castle filled to the brim with vile fiends of kin. But you've never quite experienced something like that before, you're simply at a loss both psychologically and physically, like your mind is playing catch up with your body.

The only thing you can hope for is that you didn't embarrass yourself while you weren't 'there'. Case in point, the jacket, just how did you acquire it? It's swanky, with comfortable inside pockets and a warm flexible fabric. The length of the fabric reaches downwards over your thighs, not exactly a long coat, not exactly a regular one either.

"Neat-"

Why does it feel like you're wearing the jacket on the outside— well, no, jackets are always worn on the outside, but why do you not 'feel' it covering your body? To be concise, it feels like there's a plastic bag stuck to your skin, and you're trying to fit clothing over it.

You notice a pair of gloves fit snugly around your hands, therefor in a curious stupor, you decide it best to remove the jacket and better -examine- your clothing underneath.

You glance downwards… The first thing you see is a glossy crotch plate.

Okay. Well. So you're wearing that Skivvy, it seems. How can you tell? It's painfully obvious, your chest and crotch are exposed to the public. That's right, you're naked from the upper chest down.

Well no, that's not entirely accurate upon second glance. The center of your torso is certainly open, your crotch and a thick portion of your thighs are also uncovered. There's a protective synthetic material COVERING your skin, but those portions of your body are completely see-through. You're wearing pants– or boots— kinda sort of— plus your backside seems to be covered well enough.

So this is awkward.

But damned if it's not comfortable.

You stretch outwards and notice there's no amount of physical interference you'd get from normal clothes, the material is completely silent in response to your jerky motions. Oh! You no longer feel any lingering coldness on your skin, it feels perfectly room temperature.

—-It's resplendent and sumptuous. You feel oddly at peace with nature.

Huh–? Where did those tattoos go from your body? Didn't you have those strange red glowing lines on your body this morni-

>>136582

!

The door to a nearby cake store creaks open, breaking the elevator music addled silence you've grown accustomed to in such a short time. You see someone exiting the store, dragging their feet along the ground. Wait no, not someone, some THING-!!

A glutinous humanoid shape with a viscid outer layer covering what appears to be an assembled collection of human bones. The slime covering the bones is a painfully bright shade of vivid fuchsia, dripping ooze with every step.

"—" It makes a hallowing groaning noise as it scoffs down a ice cream cake— which melts inside it's body in a matter of seconds.

"—Skeleton Jelly?"

"—?"

The creature halts it's empty stride and turns to face you, there are concavities where the eyes and mouth should be, concave empty black spots, it's all too obvious it's assuming a human face.

Just looking at it is making you physically sick to your stomach.

"..Um, so—"

—SHIT. What are you supposed to do now, exactly? Are you just supposed to attack it on sight? Or can you capture it? Will it surrender if you ask it to? No, if it doesn't surrender immediately, then you'll… well, you don't see any conceivable way of attacking it without a weapon. Unless you use 「Kill the Star」-

"I'm Skeleton Jelly…" The creature states with a gargling apathetic tone.

"Good, I've been looking for you. You've been committing theft around these parts— so you've been deemed a FERAL as a result. I'm a Kaizer, so I'm here to.. to do.. something about that."

"—Theft? I'm not theft, I'm Skeleton Jelly."

"You've been taking pastries without payment, then eating them, correct?"

"—-I was hungry. Am I hungry—? No, I'm not hungry, I'm Skeleton Jelly."

"Ah. Well. Then why didn't you find a dispensary or ask for help if you were hungry?"

The FERAL raises it's slimy arms and shrugs, "I don't know."

"You don't? Oh. Uh.. that's not quite the response I was expecting."

It hangs it's head downwards, "Sorry."

"D.. Don't apologize," you stutter in your wording, "You've still committed a crime by human laws."

"Human? I used to be human once, you know. With skin, and water, and blood, and organs… Now I'm Skeleton Jelly…"

[] Use 「Kill the Star」

[] Listen to Skeleton Jelly and offer advice

[] Command the creature to surrender and turn it into the proper authorities

[] EDGING!

[] Pinch it's ass

>>136700

Wouldn't be the first time.

Don't worry, I'm sure someone has them saved. The pastes were never completed anyway.

What ability do you think you'd get from Skeleton Jelly?

>>137001

A new pastebin.

If you think I'm not gonna write a story about incest, you're sorely mistaken. I'm just not gonna write it until I've got a raging hardon. Not a normal hardon, no, RAGING.