The Monstrous

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[daystxlker]

Youre Right About That Yes But I Have To Know Are You Legitimately Offering To Teach Because I Find It Difficult To Believe

[cavernsmatriarch]

Yes.

You may as well learn something.

[daystxlker]

cavernsmatriarch:

You are incorrigible and nonsensical. 

Youre The One Threatening To Cook Me Dont You Think Thats Odd And Fairly Nonsensical 

And Just Rude

[cavernsmatriarch]

It’s hardly nonsensical or odd if I have the capacity and means to back it up. At that point, it’s merely threatening.

Rude is besides the point. You deserve it.

[daystxlker]

Wow So Youre Admitting To Threatening Me Now I Think You Think I Deserve It Because Youre Cranky And Salivating Over The Promise Of Something Like Rump Roast

[cavernsmatriarch]

That would not be the reason you deserve it, no.

This conversation is irksome. You hardly learn through idly chatting about anything.

Do you want to learn to cook or not.

[daystxlker]

cavernsmatriarch:

You are incorrigible and nonsensical. 

Youre The One Threatening To Cook Me Dont You Think Thats Odd And Fairly Nonsensical 

And Just Rude

[cavernsmatriarch]

It’s hardly nonsensical or odd if I have the capacity and means to back it up. At that point, it’s merely threatening.

Rude is besides the point. You deserve it.

[daystxlker]

I Cant Cook 5:(

[cavernsmatriarch]

I’ll cook you, brat. 

[daystxlker]

You Know How Hot And Bothered That Makes Me

[cavernsmatriarch]

Who is that man. What does he have to do with this conversation.

[daystxlker]

It Represents Me Being Hot And Bothered By Your Threat While Also Fairly Terrified Which I Guess Is Kind Of Literal If You Ever Are Going To Cook Me

[cavernsmatriarch]

You are incorrigible and nonsensical. 

[daystxlker]

I Cant Cook 5:(

[cavernsmatriarch]

I’ll cook you, brat. 

[daystxlker]

You Know How Hot And Bothered That Makes Me

[cavernsmatriarch]

Who is that man. What does he have to do with this conversation.

[daystxlker]

I Cant Cook 5:(

[cavernsmatriarch]

I’ll cook you, brat. 

[cirquedubaiser]

i haven’t used minksy in a while and she’s not super sexually inclined but let’s do a smash or pass for the fun of it

[cavernsmatriarch]

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[cavernsmatriarch]

“Hmm.”

> She turns, leaning over to push the door to this classroom shut, then turning and folding her arms, giving Roxanne a pointed look.

“So. To clarify. You spank your quadmate. And as such you thought it appropriate to steal from someone else.”

> She growls lowly, pinching the bridge of her nose before speaking again.

“Undress. Since you decided to steal a strap, it seems fitting you should be punished with that strap. Unless you would rather we start a brawl, that is.”

[asaforestonfire]

“Well it’s, more than just, spanking.” 

> Fuck. This is like actual punishment and has gone beyond kinky fun, and yet here she is, feeling genuinely guilty? And ashamed? And like she should listen to this woman… Grumble. Roxanne quickly unbuttons her lab coat and shimmies out of it, standing in her underwear, a virgo symbol tattooed on her chest, ass already having a few leftover welts that are largely gone. 

[cavernsmatriarch]

> This is going wonderfully so far, Kilrun thinks, right up until that lab coat is slipped off and that sign is revealed- at which point, she sucks in a breath through her teeth, adopting an expression that conveys that of course that’s who her quadmate would be, that’s just her goddamn luck.

“Things make more sense all of a sudden.”

> She growls out the words, idly smacking the strap against her hand.

“Underwear too. Stand with your hands on the back of your head.”

[ahitwithaswitch]

> Hold the fuck on is this, did she stumble upon one of the legitimate head matriarchs or whatever that knew Rosa? Is this it? Is she really this fucked???? Roxanne whimpers a bit before unclasping her bra and dropping her panties, both of which are set to the side. She takes a deep breath, then sets both of her hands on the back of her head. 

“This, really isn’t necessary. You have your things back, I can just, go and not come back, or I can, I’ll, just. Don’t be too hard?”

[cavernsmatriarch]

“Hush.” 

> Once Roxanne’s standing in place, Kilrun clears her throat, looming over the woman by a good three feet, her imposing stature ensuring that she takes up pretty much all of her captive guest’s attention.

“Don’t be too hard. Preposterous notion. You can’t learn if weakness is shown this early. I want you to bend over and place your hands on the nearest desk, legs spread. Explain to me, once you are in place, the last bout of discipline you showed that hellion Maryam.”

[cavernsmatriarch]

“Hmm.”

> She turns, leaning over to push the door to this classroom shut, then turning and folding her arms, giving Roxanne a pointed look.

“So. To clarify. You spank your quadmate. And as such you thought it appropriate to steal from someone else.”

> She growls lowly, pinching the bridge of her nose before speaking again.

“Undress. Since you decided to steal a strap, it seems fitting you should be punished with that strap. Unless you would rather we start a brawl, that is.”

[asaforestonfire]

“Well it’s, more than just, spanking.” 

> Fuck. This is like actual punishment and has gone beyond kinky fun, and yet here she is, feeling genuinely guilty? And ashamed? And like she should listen to this woman… Grumble. Roxanne quickly unbuttons her lab coat and shimmies out of it, standing in her underwear, a virgo symbol tattooed on her chest, ass already having a few leftover welts that are largely gone. 

[cavernsmatriarch]

> This is going wonderfully so far, Kilrun thinks, right up until that lab coat is slipped off and that sign is revealed- at which point, she sucks in a breath through her teeth, adopting an expression that conveys that of course that’s who her quadmate would be, that’s just her goddamn luck.

“Things make more sense all of a sudden.”

> She growls out the words, idly smacking the strap against her hand.

“Underwear too. Stand with your hands on the back of your head.”

[cavernsmatriarch]

“Hmm.”

> She turns, leaning over to push the door to this classroom shut, then turning and folding her arms, giving Roxanne a pointed look.

“So. To clarify. You spank your quadmate. And as such you thought it appropriate to steal from someone else.”

> She growls lowly, pinching the bridge of her nose before speaking again.

“Undress. Since you decided to steal a strap, it seems fitting you should be punished with that strap. Unless you would rather we start a brawl, that is.”

[cavernsmatriarch]

@geneticmanipulationandkittens

> Kilrun’s afterlife is hardly all that eventful, beyond hunting down trespassers and putting them through a highly unpleasant and unfortunate few hours before they vanish and reform later on miles away from her with a fresh set of PTSD and the lingering expectation of scars.

> It’s for that reason that she’s surprised to find a guest of sorts rifling through her old office, the towering brute of a woman clearing her throat loudly and glowering at the woman, catching her red-handed trying to slip away with one of her old straps.

“What are you doing here, Human.”

[asaforestonfire]

> So after seeing how much Rosa loved getting a few days of real domestic discipline, Roxanne got on a bit of a kick, and maybe getting a bit big for her britches. If she can keep locking Rosa up and teasing her in such a fun way then getting slammed hard enough to barely move, then yeah of course she will. Today’s theory was that taking some hints from the cavern memories would get her girlfriend going even more. 

> All these desks were so… tall. And the desks were so deep… Roxanne was deep in one of the drawers when the troll walked in, full rump pressed up over the edge in her lab coat, really filling it out. She does find plenty of implements though, and into the sylladex they start to go! Or at least they would, if Roxanne wasn’t startled and bashed her head against the top of the inside of the desk, coming up with a groan. She turns back and. Oh. Oh dear lord that is a big woman. Admittedly, she wasn’t quite sure why, but that woman was very, very intimidating. 

“Um… Just, looking around?”

[cavernsmatriarch]

> Despite her annoyance at someone trying to make off with one of her straps, Kilrun has to admit- this human woman has a very nice ass. 

> It’d make a fantastic rump roast, were she so inclined to make it- though, she thinks that perhaps she’ll opt for a different tactic. It’s been so long since she last indulged her enjoyment of discipline, after all.

“In a place that is private. That even other members of my species cannot access.”

> It’s not surprising that she’d be intimidating- standing at ten feet tall, built like a brick shithouse, and with one eye missing, scars crossing heavily over the socket containing a pure jade stone, she’s definitely got a bit of a dangerous vibe going.

“What is that you have. Hold it out, now.”

[asaforestonfire]

> Shiiiiiittttttttttttttttt. Roxanne pauses for a moment, before shamefully drawing the thick leather strap, harsh looking cane, bar of soap and what looked to be a carving knife from her sylladex. The last two were shit she just had on her but she figured maybe she could pitch it like she hadn’t taken anything? Or that this lady was confused! Yeah if she didn’t recognize that stuff it couldn’t have been hers, so she wandered into the wrong space! Though, the imposing look kind of made her shrink away from unprompted comments. 

[cavernsmatriarch]

> Kilrun steps forward as soon as those things are laid out on top of the nearest desk, running her fingers over them and, after inspecting them for a good long thirty seconds, pushing the knife aside.

“That is yours. You aren’t fooling anyone.”

> That being said, she picks the soap up, letting out a soft snort of amusement and deciding to pocket it- she’s sure to find a use for it before this little impromptu meeting is done with.

“Explain yourself. These are not your items; why do you have them.”

[cavernsmatriarch]

@geneticmanipulationandkittens

> Kilrun’s afterlife is hardly all that eventful, beyond hunting down trespassers and putting them through a highly unpleasant and unfortunate few hours before they vanish and reform later on miles away from her with a fresh set of PTSD and the lingering expectation of scars.

> It’s for that reason that she’s surprised to find a guest of sorts rifling through her old office, the towering brute of a woman clearing her throat loudly and glowering at the woman, catching her red-handed trying to slip away with one of her old straps.

“What are you doing here, Human.”

[asaforestonfire]

> So after seeing how much Rosa loved getting a few days of real domestic discipline, Roxanne got on a bit of a kick, and maybe getting a bit big for her britches. If she can keep locking Rosa up and teasing her in such a fun way then getting slammed hard enough to barely move, then yeah of course she will. Today’s theory was that taking some hints from the cavern memories would get her girlfriend going even more. 

> All these desks were so… tall. And the desks were so deep… Roxanne was deep in one of the drawers when the troll walked in, full rump pressed up over the edge in her lab coat, really filling it out. She does find plenty of implements though, and into the sylladex they start to go! Or at least they would, if Roxanne wasn’t startled and bashed her head against the top of the inside of the desk, coming up with a groan. She turns back and. Oh. Oh dear lord that is a big woman. Admittedly, she wasn’t quite sure why, but that woman was very, very intimidating. 

“Um… Just, looking around?”

[cavernsmatriarch]

> Despite her annoyance at someone trying to make off with one of her straps, Kilrun has to admit- this human woman has a very nice ass. 

> It’d make a fantastic rump roast, were she so inclined to make it- though, she thinks that perhaps she’ll opt for a different tactic. It’s been so long since she last indulged her enjoyment of discipline, after all.

“In a place that is private. That even other members of my species cannot access.”

> It’s not surprising that she’d be intimidating- standing at ten feet tall, built like a brick shithouse, and with one eye missing, scars crossing heavily over the socket containing a pure jade stone, she’s definitely got a bit of a dangerous vibe going.

“What is that you have. Hold it out, now.”

[cavernsmatriarch]

@geneticmanipulationandkittens

> Kilrun’s afterlife is hardly all that eventful, beyond hunting down trespassers and putting them through a highly unpleasant and unfortunate few hours before they vanish and reform later on miles away from her with a fresh set of PTSD and the lingering expectation of scars.

> It’s for that reason that she’s surprised to find a guest of sorts rifling through her old office, the towering brute of a woman clearing her throat loudly and glowering at the woman, catching her red-handed trying to slip away with one of her old straps.

“What are you doing here, Human.”

[cavernsmatriarch]

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...Heiress.

To what do I owe the pleasure. I had hardly assumed a humble jadeblood would warrant personal attention from you.

[quarterscrap]

cavernsmatriarch:

…

The website knows. The website should not know. A hair’s breadth from claiming witchcraft I shall remain. So it seems.

Yes. Insufferable stranger. Those things all pertain to me. To varying degrees. The latter especially. I should imagine I have interest in my own peoples.

The question becomes. What is YOUR interest in us.

!

You oren’t o Roinbow Drinker. Thot’s impossible. Or ot leost, mostly impossible, but highly improboble, considering modern ones seem to hove died out, or ore in hiding. 

… 

My interests ore academic, stronger. I intend no horm to such an incredible species.

[cavernsmatriarch]

Then you are an idiot. 

Academic. Meaning. An intent to study. How do you intend to study that which has every cause to rip you limb from limb for the slightest provocation.

Such a foolish interest. You must be a child. Perhaps age will bring common sense. If you make it that far.

[cavernsmatriarch]

@tenaciousartician

You. Who are you, and why do I have a notification of your presence. 

[quarterscrap]

Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know there wos some sort of cliche oncient demon upset ot their distrubed slumber.

[cavernsmatriarch]

Mind your tongue, stranger. Better than you have perished for less.

Now. Answer the question. This despicable cesspit of moral degradation and sinful decadence seems to think you worthy of attention. Why.

[quarterscrap]

Wow, ogoin, I opologize, but I’m imagining o porcitulcorly ongry corrion bird. 

It could be linked to my interests. Do you like bones? Prehistoric onimols? Roinbow Drinkers?

[cavernsmatriarch]

...

The website knows. The website should not know. A hair’s breadth from claiming witchcraft I shall remain. So it seems.

Yes. Insufferable stranger. Those things all pertain to me. To varying degrees. The latter especially. I should imagine I have interest in my own peoples.

The question becomes. What is YOUR interest in us.

[cavernsmatriarch]

@tenaciousartician

You. Who are you, and why do I have a notification of your presence. 

[quarterscrap]

Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know there wos some sort of cliche oncient demon upset ot their distrubed slumber.

[cavernsmatriarch]

Mind your tongue, stranger. Better than you have perished for less.

Now. Answer the question. This despicable cesspit of moral degradation and sinful decadence seems to think you worthy of attention. Why.