I know no one posts here anymore but if anyone has a copy of RJ127317 and can upload it somewhere I'd be really grateful

>>37650
I didn't remember reading any Eirin-centric /at/ scene here, so this is a very pleasant surprise. Shame there isn't any lewd braid teasing, but oh well.

Time for a second round with the moondoc.

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Ever since that little tryst in Eirin's office the other day, it's suffice to say that Eirin really began to take a liking to your presence around Eientei. At first nobody in Eientei suspected the weekly deliveries you made for Eirin would usually end up with you pounding her against the wall and staying overnight after that. But eventually the word broke out among the rabbits. You and Eirin took it in stride however, since both of you wanted this to be a permanent relationship instead of a mere fling.

As such, you began to visit her more, deliveries or otherwise.

On one of those usual visits, you decided to bring Eirin outside, perhaps a little far from the prying eyes at Eientei. A little bit of walking later eventually both of you come across a clearing in the bamboo forest, with a clear view of the full moon rising in the sky.

"We're here." You tell her as soon as you stop walking.

"Here...?" Eirin questions, herself looking so unsure. "I never thought we were going to do it out in the open."

"I'd be a nice change of mood I say. Plus, your skin looks nice under the moonlight."

Now for someone different. This was in the backburner for quite a bit.

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---[[ HIIRAGI ]]---

Truth be told, I really liked Gabe, ever since I first met him in the woods. It was love at first sight and I decided to bring him to Eientei for his safety. I stuck around until his health improved - which didn't take long due to Eirin's help with her medicine - saw him and a friend of Seo’s reunite, and only then return to the mountains.

After that he seemed to be stuck in my mind, so I decided to see him whenever I could, after my patrol rounds were done, of course.

My patrol rounds this week seem to be in my favor as I am able to visit Gabe at the Scarlet Devil Mansion while there's still daylight... at least until someone decided to change the schedule in the last minute. There, I visit the mansion around nighttime where some of the inhabitants are more active.

Still, the fairy maids, the gate keeper and the head maid seem to not mind my appearance in the mansion, which is great. After minutes of scouting the rooms, I eventually found and managed to sneak into Gabe's room, and somehow he was already asleep.

At this point I realized that this was unbecoming of me of being a lady, sneaking into a man's room and such, but it's a tad too late to turn back. And I also feel sleepy.

Slow heads up notice. No update this week, and this month will be rough for me. I'm not going to promise something I'm shaky on. But if I suddenly update, I'll do so on either a Monday or a Friday. Plan to, anyway.

Yes, I'm coming back. But it'll be a safe thread first—a compilation of two-shot stories. For this, I need some time to get back to my notes and what I was doing with he story.

...I hope I make good on my word this time. Life sucks right now, but that's my own fault.

I'm a liar.

The short is, this story is moving.

The longer is, the past year has been rough. Moved around, got moved around, made some choices. Computers exploded, data was lost and recovered, and I had to make more choices. In relation to this story, I needed to make another one.

This story will be moving and completed somewhere else.

To those managing this site, please leave the status as Abandoned. As for reader input in the future, the story is planned to be completed as a story more than as a quest format. I don't know the where and when, exactly. It might be a couple of months. It might be a year. It might be a few years. I did this to a few other stories I'm working on elsewhere.

But I love the Aya and Momiji I wrote. There's a lot I like in the some thousands of words I messed up here and there I would like to fix. I do want to see this story's completion one day. I won't do it right now, though. My life is'tt in a condition where I can take responsibility and respond to input and feedback for this specific story. I've spread myself thin in my life, and I need to focus on things that will affect me more in the immediate future. And because of that, I decided to post this message.

So yeah.

If this story is ever continued, finished, and/or posted anywhere else, I'll sage another post here to give details. If for some reason I bring this back to life here somehow, I'll say something and update. But for now, I decided saying something was better than saying nothing at all after a long time of irresponsible statements made above.

[x] Surely it was the god monk's! Your math is top notch!
[x] Wait, catch the foamy bird!

We must save the bird.

[x] Surely it was the god monk's! Your math is top notch!
[x] Wait, catch the foamy bird!

Aunn is such a good dog, she's even playing fetch with her new owner already.

>>39078 Next thread!

>HERE COMES THE CAVALRY!

[x] Equip saddle, bridle, etc.
-[x] Give chase!
--[x] Equip Reimu!
---[x] Give further chase!

Just see it now! Cresting the horizon, kicking up a cloud of dust. The bandit flees, and yet lo, the Ranger yet pursues. And as she reaches the apex, Reimu rears back on her gallant steed Aun before the two gallop forth over the top of the hill, the sun glinting on the star pinned to Reimu's chest. And, as they continue their valiant pursuit, the camera pulls back and pans over the land of Gensokyo as the William Tell Overture begins to play and the title appears. ...Although, one should tell the Prismrivers not to sit on them; they might knock one of the letters over.

>>38760 Next thread ho!

>>38767

Crud. Sorry!

>>38474
im confussed as a ass

Everything around you is a blurred mess of noise and light. Your head is pulled back to where you're staring up at the ceiling, unable to see any but. You'd sit up, but the big, strong hand on your stomach refuses to budge. More than that, your nether-regions are on fire.

You strain to lean up enough to actually see Nemuno in action. The blurriness in your eyes only lets you catch sight of the red cap she's got on, the white puffball swinging with every bob of her head. Noticing that you're looking now, she switches angles to look back. Now you can see every inch of you slipping through her lips, leaving a bulge in her cheek, every movement accompanied with a slurping noise that both entices you and drives you mad. She gives a muffled laugh before popping her lips off.

"Somethin' wrong, sweetie?" she asks with a toss of her silvery hair.

The lack of Nemuno's mouth around your length leaves a cold, lonely feeling downstairs. You look back up at the ceiling, suddenly unable to articulate much of anything. "No, I was just, um..."

"Ohhh, I getcha. Yer wantin' ta open yer other present early." She reaches up to grab you by your chin, wagging a finger at you. Her other hand caresses your stomach. "Didn'cher momma tell you ta appreciate what people give ya?"

"Well, yes, but that's not what--"

Without any warning, Nemuno shoves you up against the wall, leaving you sitting up partway. She licks her lips, giving your equipment an appreciative jerk, making you groan.

"Now, sit there an' watch ol' Nemuno work."

>>38434
soapanon, any news?

>>39327
Not really. My main story hit a major rough patch that I've been trying to work through. Once that's dealt with, then I'll see to this story again.

Sorry.

As he came into the cervix
It was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her anus
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was held down, it left the moon

Pache, are you ok?
So, Pache are you ok?
Are you ok, Pache?
Pache, are you ok?
So, Pache are you ok?
Are you ok, Pache?

Not too much rhyming to boast about here, but since this board seems to lack a thread for lewd memes...

Having announced her presence to Gensokyo, Okina felt that her work had been done, albeit a tad roughly no thanks to that miko. Either way, the success put her in a good enough mood that she started to feel like celebrating. However, the incident that she’d caused left Gensokyo’s seasons out of balance. In light of that fact, she decided it was best to wait. And wait she did, already unable to contain herself, for months and months.

The leaves were turning all sorts of browns and reds when she did emerge. Where she arrived, somewhere close to the mountain, a rowdy gathering of humans holding a some kind of party drew her attention. In the middle of the affair were two goddesses: Minoriko and Shizuha, as they introduced themselves. Immediately, the pair invited Okina to take part in their autumn celebration, which she did without a shred of restraint.

After the hidden goddess had danced, ate, and drank her fill, she talked with her hosts at length, telling them about her underlings and her exploits in the shadows. Unsurprisingly to Okina, the majority of her work was beyond their comprehension. As simple representatives of the season, she was able to grasp their existence with ease. Their lack of shrines and regular followers may have cast them as ragamuffins among gods, but Okina found them interesting enough.

“You wanna come back with us?” Minoriko asked as Okina was thinking of leaving. The celebrations had died down with the fading sunlight.

Though disappearing into the other side of Gensokyo would have been trivial for Okina, the offer intrigued her. She’d waited so long, and had such a good time with these two, that any more antics were welcome.

“Lead on!” she cheered.

The sisters shared a look, laughing and locking fingers. Their cheery mood infected Okina, who shared in their carrying on.

Together, the three of them skipped on to a clearing that the autumn goddesses called home. Their home itself could best be called a shack, humble but charming in its own way, and the view of the leaves surrounding was stunning. Okina quietly wished she could have a place just like it.

>>38332
She's a Goddess of Darkness (and enemy of Okina) masquerding as a fairy, based on Okina's dialogue in Cirno's EX stage.

>>38333
250 posts (on the main page it'd say "247 posts not show" or such); you're at 221 (222 with this post)

Also Sanae's been something of a mixed influence on the innocent fairy waifu.

>>38333
Any news, Cereal ATA?

Tears that fell as the human manipulates her own death. The resolution becoming reality as the youkai creates the boundary. And the beauty sprouting from death as the tree expresses its nature.

Back then, there was no form to be taken. But that did not mean it couldn't be formed, did it? That was how that woman made it for me. It was:

To she who bears witness to death,
when the Saigyou Ayakashi reaches full bloom,
and the boundary between this world and the next are divided,
her soul shall obtain peace in Hakugyokurou,
sealing the Saigyou Ayakashi’s petals,
and create the barrier that halts its bloom.

In the formless space of the sealed boundary, this is the “barrier” she created.

“Isn't that right?”

Tags: Yuugi, Sakuya, Masochism, Sadism, Knifeplay, Bloodplay

With a crack, the red-skinned oni's face snaps backwards as a massive, muscled arm smashes a fist into it; the rest of his body soon follows, hurtling through the air and tumbling along the ground several dozen yards to crash against the wall of a nearby building, leaving cracks upon it as he lays there unconscious. A girl of silver, braided hair, clad in maid uniform, stoops to observe the unconscious oni suddenly blocking her path. Yuugi, meanwhile, sighs and dusts off her knuckles as the ring of spectators cheer and an energetic male voice nearby calls out, “And that's twenty nine in a row! Even three on one, the Oni of Oni cannot be stopped! Will anyone even come forth to challenge her after that one?!” Yuugi takes the large gourd of sake in her other hand and upends it, pouring copious amounts of alcohol straight down her throat. She mutters to herself, “Goddamn weaklings. Shit's fuckin' boring.” She hasn't had a good scrap in who knows how long, and this little fight club didn't help.

Looking around the crowd, it seemed the announcer was right; no one else wanted to step forward this evening, they'd gotten their fun. There was, however, the maid clinically examining the guy who'd been knocked unconscious upon her path. That silver, it was familiar... ah, yes, wasn't that the head maid of that vampire mansion? Actually, hold on. She was supposed to be lighting quick. Maybe if Yuugi actually had to work to punch someone... As Sakuya stood up, no longer enamored by the effects of Yuugi's blow upon the man, the large oni called out, “Oi! Dog of the Scarlet Devil, was it?”

Sakuya hardly had the time to take a single stride before freezing once more, turning to regard Yuugi through the gap in the audience. “Do you require something from me?” she asks, rather coldly. “I'm on important business for the Mistress, so if it's nothing urgent-”

“Come into the ring,” Yuugi all but demanded, polishing off her drink. “You're damn fast, right? I need someone I can't hit so easy. Why don't we go for a while? You

>>38311
“A lovely job,” the maid compliments her newfound pincushion with an earned sincerity. “I do believe I'll be needing to thank that mind-reader.”

“I can...” The oni hesitates, voice shaking from the still-embedded knife, and from an uncharacteristic uncertainty. “I can still come with you to the mansion, right? Since I did well?” The needy sheen in her eyes when she glances upon Sakuya is just delightful, legitimate concern that more of this might not come showing plainly.

A pause to soak in the shrinking confidence that a 'yes' is coming is warranted; moreover, it's blissful, to see Yuugi await a verdict like a heaping helping of jiggling jello as Sakuya recomports herself into a mask of thought. Still, Sakuya wants this as much as the oni, and she does not let the moment hang overlong before nodding slowly. “Yes, yes you may.”

The oni's first and immediate reaction to the news, as unsurprising as it is, is prostration; she casts herself upon the ground to offer thanks. Her second is to let out a not inconsiderable scream when this aggravates the knife left within. Through her wincing, however, in her pained voice, she speaks, “Thank you. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. I'm yours. Please, use me.” Beyond the strain from pain, however, there's one more note to the oni's voice. Along with the way her muscled legs roll together, it's not difficult at all to place.

“You will, you are, and I will.” Sakuya answers each statement in turn as she approaches once more. “Lift yourself again.” Yuugi does so unquestioningly, and does not vocalize how close she is to her own climax, perhaps out of some sense of subservience. It's actually rather cute to watch. But she's so close, it would be a shame to not get her the rest of the way. “Taste yourself,” comes the next order, knife finally leaving its new home. It drips blood steadily, little droplets splashing upon the ground as it waits within tongue's reach of the oni. That tongue traces along the flat, cleaning it of the coat