If Monster Girls Took Over the World…(Side Story Collection A)

While major events are in motion, various other miniature stories take place among the populace. Let us take a brief moment to look at These side stories and see how the rest of the world fares with this new order gripping society.

-The Paladin vs. The Manticore! Battle for Purity!-
>Be self-proclaimed paladin
>Code Name: Seren
>Summoner of Hoes
>Lash of Deus Vult
>Totally not just some insane guy, you swear!
>Currently hiding in some empty refrigerator in some no name Sears outlet
>Monster girls are suddenly a thing
>It would be a good thing, totally…except for one tiny detail
>Getting stalked by Manticore
>A Manticore with unnaturally large barbs compared to the usual
>Fucking fate is having a field day with your life
>Hear claws clinking on the tile floor
>Fucking hell
>”Come on, honey! I know your in here somewhere~!”
>Desperately want to yell ‘fuck off’
>”My tail is oh so hungry….”
>Yeah fuck that
>Clicking stops in front of your refrigerated hiding place
>Oh shit fam
>”Hm…are you in…here!”
>Door opens
>Your heart skips a beat
>It was the refrigerator next to yours
>Wew lad
>”Huh…you can’t hide from me forever…”
>Clicks disappear down the hallway
>Carefully and silently open and close door
>Solid Snake crawl your way out
>Make your way towards the exit
>Find yourself in a mall
>See mall couch covered in all kinds of sexual fluids
>Nope.exe
>Prepare to make escape
>Trip over nothing
>The fuck?
>Cheshire with shit eating grin materializes on the floor
>”Nya hah! You feel right into my trap card!”
>Cheshire throws laminated children’s card game cards at you
>Giggles down the hallway like the shithead she is
>Manticore bursts out of Sears Outlet
>”FOUND YOU HONEY!”
>Massive spines pop out of blub before she launches them at you
>Quickly grab oversized Frisbee from toy kiosk  and use it as a shield
>Barely stops them from penetrating
>Throw Frisbee at her before running down the hall
>”I LOVE IT WHEN YOU RUN!”
>Spend 5 minutes running around like a chicken with your head cut off
>Barely avoid all the Manticore’s attacks by inches
>She finally corners you at a Footlocker Store
>Discover that shoes are an ineffective weapon against a horny Manticore
>You think that this might be the end of the line
>”Oh don’t worry honey~! It’s nothing personal…”
>Holding giant lust spine from her tail
>Flicks it at you
>Suddenly something clicks in your head
>Yell some weeb bullshit
>Crotch explodes with light
>Manticore is stunned
>You’re confused as fuck
>Notice spine is stuck in your arm…but you aren’t drowning in lust…?
>Look down and notice gilded crotch guard has replaced the crouch part of your pants
>Imperial Skull is imprinted on it
>Praise the fucking Emperor
>Manticore loses deranged facade
>”U-um…so…can we talk about this, y-yeah?”
>Realize that that was her last spine
>Look her dead in the eye
>”I’m going to bully you so hard you’ll never want to use that tail again.”
>Shoulder tackle Manticore to the ground
>Mall halls are quickly filled with the sounds of your bullying

-Four score and seven years ago! Emancipator’s Revenge!-
>Be the revived former President Abraham Lincoln
>Kick the fucking door of your tomb down
>Make the observation that you’ve turned into some pale skinned woman with spectral claws
>This doesn’t bother you as much as should
>Notice a bunch of random people having sex on grounds of your tomb
>Random Negro with ridiculously bushy hair is balls deep in spectral girl
>Twin Zombies are getting fucked my some random white men
>Strapping lad from the mountains is getting his dick devoured by a group of ghouls
>What the fuck is going on?
>Angrily stomp down the stairs of your tomb
>Realize your surrounded by debauchery
>Feel lust growing in your undead heart
>Snatch random newspaper out of the air
>This isn’t the kind of paper material you’re used too…
>Colored pictures? The Nation has advanced far since your death…
>Take cursory look as you wander around the debauchery
>Hm, advertisements, the lottery (whatever the fuck that is)…
>Chiropractor? The hell is a-wait one fucking minute
>’Congressional Deadlock reaches fervor pitch as government shutdown is threatened.’ 
>’Celebrity Donald Trump is now the President-Elect of the United States!’
>Lust is replaced by righteous anger
>Forget this fucking Trump…
>CONGRESSIONAL FUCKING DEADLOCK!?
>Oh hell to the fucking no!
>Tear newspaper to pieces
>”FOUR SCORE AND SEVEN YEARS AGO!”
>All undead not currently getting fucked stop and pay attention to you
>”OUR FATHERS BROUGHT FORTH, ON THIS CONTINENT, A  NEW NATION, CONCEIVED IN LIBERTY, AND DEDICATED TO THE PROPOSITION THAT ALL COCKS ARE CREATED EQUAL!”
>Meant to say men, but the lust serves as an undertone to your fury
>Undead murmur in agreement
>”HOWEVER, IT SEEMS THAT THE FUTURE GENERATIONS HAVE FUCKED UP, AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT!”
>Undead murmur louder, as their cries start turning into chants
>”I SHALL MARCH TO WASHINGTON AND I WILL MAKE THEM GET THEIR SHIT TOGETHER! I MAY HAVE BEEN ASSASSINATED BUT I WILL NOT LET THEM DESTROY MY WORK!”
>Undead start chanting your name
>Random girl in purple cloak breaks from the crowd of undead that’s starting to surround you
>”Mr. President…”
>Girl waves her hand and produces your classy top hat
>Valiantly place it on your head
>”Alright ladies, we’re going to march and WE….WE WILL MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!”
>Undead break into chants as they follow behind your mighty march
>Abe Lincoln, the Emancipator, has returned…

-Siciliano Supreme! The H’wite Revolution Begins!-
>Be h’wite man
>Incarnation /pol/
>Chosen Prodigy of Alex Jones
>Be sitting in your plain American house
>Nailed the rules of the NAP on every door and window
>Anyone who violates it gets smitten by your Anubis waifu
>The autistic love bug that she is
>Idly giving her belly rubs as she mewls and moans your name
>The sudden appearance of monster girl qts has changed your plans
>You know what you must do now
>With Emperor Trump’s ascension, your goals are clear
>All you need now is a well equipped milita
>…Which is gonna be hard to come by, with everyone getting their pelvises’ fucked into submission
>Luckily, you have a plan
>”Muh-master!”
>However the plan takes back seat to belly rubs at the current moment
>Still…everything is coming together
>All you truly need is some loyal mummies, a small Apache airfleet and some of those cum stained lolis
>You’ll promise them onii-chans or something
>You and your waifu will liberate the world from pedowood and Jews in general
>Fail to realize you’ve stopped stopped rubbing your Anubis’s belly
>Start screaming into the air like a Saturday Morning Cartoon Villain
>”No more good goyims, no more kosher products!
>Stand on chair for added effect
>”Do you see? DO YOU SEE!? JEWS WILL NO LONGER RULE THE WORLD! I WILL MAKE THE PERFECT WORLD WITH MY OWN HANDS! HERE ME! THE H’WITE REVOLUTION IS BEGINNING AND I, KAIN, WILL NOT BE STOPPED!
>”Uh…master? What are you doing?”
>Look down and see that your waifu is confused
>Whole situation is awkward as fuck
>”…after more belly rubs, you lovable autistic cutie…”
>”Yay!”
>Yes…after more belly rubs…

-The Mighty Hammer of Doctor Anon!-
>Be a doctor
>Code Name: Anon
>Phd in stopping Autistic Bullshit
>And some other medical bullshit…probably
>Currently staring at massive equation
>Come to the conclusion that years of non moderated bullshit across the MGE fanbase has created a bullshit singularity
>It all makes sense
>The edgy and autistic bullshit of MGU is what started the nuclear transformation into Dark Matters
>The MGE wiki’s autistic rp’ing has added something else though…
>These…powers you and probably others suddenly have
>Take sip of coffee…the good stuff
>If your calculations are correct…which they probably are…
>This is gonna get more extreme and ridiculous as time goes on…
>But something doesn’t add up
>Japan was subverted almost instantly
>And if the rumors are true, the monster girl artists have risen to power in the government
>The calculations predict with a 93.521% possibility that someone may have been manipulating things behind the scenes…
>Normally you wouldn’t care, but your bullshit senses are tingling…
>A LOT
>Reach down pull up ‘Su Hama’
>It looks like your skills might be required for the future
>Hook Su Hama to your hip and chug the coffee on your way out
>Shit is about to get intense…

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