Unlovable.

“You just don't get it do you? You are scum. Utterly worthless scum. You are the lowest of the low, the filthiest of the filth. Even the losers of this city look down on you for the pathetic cretin that you are, even they can look at you and say "At least I'm not him" with absolute certainty . What's that? You're not that bad? Pfft-hahahaha oh my, you- Wait, you're serious? HAHAHAHAHAHA, that's downright hilarious. I'm not sure whether I should commend your spirit or insult your stupidity. Look, whatever you tell yourself to keep your neck out of the noose for another night is all well and good, but some day you're going have to face the facts. You. Are. Alone. Completely and utterly, and that's never going to change, so why are you even bothering? Why do you so desperately hang on to the illusion that someday you will find someone who can tolerate you, that some perfect wife is just going to fall out of the sky into your arms and love you out of what, pity?

No. You know that I'm right, you don't need to me to tell you this, even you figured it out long ago, yet here you are, still daring to spoil my day with your unsightly appearance. You've wasted enough of my time, and my patience for you has now officially worn out. I can't have an ugly weed like you taking up space in my city any longer. Sure you tried, pointlessly so, but now it's over and it's time to bring the catastrophe that is your life to a close.

You have my permission to give up.

My servants will be around tomorrow to dispose of your body, failure to provide it will not be tolerated.

Surely even you can't let me down any more?”

She slams the door in your face, breaking one of the rusty hinges and leaving it hanging crooked.

That was Lady Seria, leader of this Monster-run city, and she had just crushed the last specks of hope you had into dust before you.

Her words echo off the barren walls of your empty home, swirling through your mind like a horrible vortex, their brutal venom numbing you all over, reducing you to a snivelling wreck on the floor. You try and argue against them, trying to find some fault or error in her judgement, but come up completely blank. She's right. You really are all alone in this world.

When you moved to this city, just over three years ago, you were given a very simple, very strict set of rules; get married, or die. It seemed like such a simple task back then, a city full of single Monster girls? Who are all desperate for a human husband? How could you possibly fail? You learned very quickly that you could.

There is something wrong with your essence, so to speak. The spirit energy you produce is a revolting mix of all the worst possible flavours, one particularly blunt Oni described it as tasting; “Like shit, boiled in acid and left to sit in the sun for a week.” So it was no surprise that no one wanted to be around you. On top of that, it's incredibly toxic, and Monsters find themselves falling ill to it if they so much as spend too long in your company. It didn't take long for word to spread of your condition, and the entire town began avoid you like the plague, because that's exactly what you are; a walking disease bag that cripples everyone around him. You had tried to fix it many times throughout the years, spending every penny of what little coin you could spare at the local apothecary. But sadly, every attempt came to the same sad conclusion, and you hadn't improved one bit.

This was supposed to be a fresh start, a new beginning into an exciting and fulfilling life, you had left your old job of slaving away in the fields, left your few human friends behind, only to end up slaving away in a mine instead, with not a single person to talk to. With all your money spent trying to mend yourself, you couldn't afford anything more than a shack to live in, with only the most basic of basic furnishings to fill it with. The floor is cold and uneven, the roof is falling apart above you, and your bed is nothing more than a straw mat in the corner.

The way you see it, there are two options before you, and neither are particularly inviting: One, you stay here and die for sure, if you're lucky you might even get a public execution, which is at least somewhat poetic. Or two, you leave and take your chances in the wilds, most likely dying shortly after. It will definitely be less dramatic, and much more gruesome.

You go to the window and open it with a creak, poking your head out to stare up to the heavens for answers. The giant night sky, full of all it's countless stars, stares back, but refuses to give you any.

“Figures, looks like it's up to me once again.” You say to yourself, forcing out a painful smirk, but it does nothing to lighten the weight of the situation facing you.

After an hour of pacing, you decide that even a small chance is better than none at all, and pack up your things ready to make the dangerous venture out into unknown lands. Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you step out of your pathetic hovel and into the cold night air, the door's other hinge falling off as you close it.

There aren't many people about at this hour, letting you slip out mostly unnoticed, and with your infamy, even those that do spot you don't dare to come near you. Hopelessly shuffling your way through dimly lit streets, head hanging low as thoughts of your horrible fate surround you. The idea of turning back starts to become much more appealing. An execution may be certain death, but at least it would be a fast death.

Your preoccupied mind fails to watch where you are going, and you collide straight into one of the gate guards. A huge, hulking Minotaur stares down at you with a stern expression, an enormous battleaxe slung over her shoulder, just waiting for some helpless crook to cleave in two.

“Heading somewhere?” She grunts, her nostrils flaring at you.

You feebly point out of the gate, not daring to say a word. She cocks an eyebrow at you, visibly confused.

“What, out there? On your own? You got a death wish or summin-”

She cuts herself off when she notices a foul stench entering her nostrils, her face goes three stages greener, and she covers her face with her hands, desperately trying not to throw up.

“Oh fuck, it's you. Just go, get out of here before- I think I'm gonna' hurl.”

The mighty Minotaur runs off to find a better place to vomit, and you use the opening to make your way out of the city undisturbed. Stepping out into the darkness with your lantern held high, you take a deep breath and begin your journey anew, once again hoping to find a place where you can belong, or at least stay alive.

In your eagerness, or perhaps fear, you had forgotten to bring a map, giving you no choice but to simply pick a direction and keep walking, hopefully you'd stumble into some settlement, or at least run into someone who can point you towards one. The cool night air nips at your nose, and a light breeze sneaks it's way through your ragged clothes. Shivering but undeterred, you keep moving forward, not thinking of anything but the next step, and soon you've walked many miles, the lights of the city no longer visible behind you. The sincerity of today's events are beginning to truly sink in now. You can never return to that city again.

With a heavy conscience and gritted teeth, you press on, and it isn't much longer before your reach a forest. A dense packing of trees spread out to the horizon in both directions, silencing any ideas of simply going around you might of had. Your heart thumps in defiance as you step into the gloomy expanse of woodland, nothing sounds better than turning back now, but you try and hide your nerves with fake reassurances. There probably isn't an Arachne waiting in here to ambush you, and that noise you just heard couldn't possibly of been a Manticore plotting your demise. At least it's sheltered in here, so the wind can't bother you any more, and it wont be a full moon for another week, meaning any potential rapings you receive won't be quite as brutal.

Stepping over roots, wading through shrubbery, and jumping over rocks, you slowly pick your way through the thickly grown mass of the forest, ensuring to keep your direction as straight as possible. After what seems likes hours of trekking, the other side doesn't seem to be getting any closer. You stop in a clearing to try and recover, but your knees give out below you. You collapse against a tree and slump yourself down to the floor.

A few leaves rustle from your disturbance, but once they settle, there isn't a sound to be heard other than your own ragged breathing. The silhouette of an owl glides silently past in the night sky above, you chuckle to yourself when you consider what the Monstergirl version of that would try and do to you right now, dazed and helpless. Slowly, your thoughts drift into obscurity and you begin to succumb to your fatigue, your heavy eyelids drooping to a close for the final time that day.

Morning comes as it always does, and you sit yourself upright, rubbing your eyes and letting out a few yawns. Surprisingly you feel rather refreshed, considering you had just slept on the ground. As your vision adjusts to the harsh morning light you spot something you hadn't noticed last night. Standing next to you is a large plant, unlike any you have ever seen before, with long, winding vines spreading out in all directions. Several of these vines are wrapped around the base of the tree, making it strangely comfortable, and one has somehow found it's way onto your lap. Following the vines back to their source, you find they are attached to a body with two huge, bulbous flowers sprouting from it, and a smaller flower at the top, completely covered in leaves. It's almost human in appearance, and you feel a little less alone in it's company. One of it's flowers is positioned in such a way that it shields your eyes from the sun, allowing you to sleep longer than the glaring morning light would have usually allowed for.

You clamber to your feet and turn back to look at the strange plant again, you owe a good nights rest to it after all. You run your hands over it's smooth surface, inspecting it closely, it's surprisingly warm, and very soft. It seems to react to your touch, shivering all over, which just intrigues you even more. You bring your hands towards the main body, coming to two small mounds in the centre, you grab one of them and give it a little squeeze, it feels incredibly tender, and quite squishy. The plant starts shuddering more violently, areas of it's green flesh beginning to glow a purplish-red. A few drops of some thick, viscous fluid drip out of one the large flowers, which you assume is nectar. You catch a few droplets of it in your palm and give it a lick. It's intense flavour rushes over your tongue, instantly filling your mouth with it's taste. It's incredibly sweet, but not sickeningly so, you'd be hard pressed to find something else that tastes this good. Seemingly encouraged by you're enjoyment, the stuff is now gushing out of the flower, and you just can't help yourself, shoving your head underneath to drink it straight from the tap. The whole surface of the plant is now blushing a deep red, with droplets of nectar leaking out all over. You have to stop yourself from diving straight in and licking the whole thing clean.

Satisfied with your meal, you stand yourself upright and wipe away the excess liquid with your sleeve, feeling quite full. Surveying the plant once again, you notice that it has wilted somewhat, the edges of the petals fading from luscious greens into dull, dry browns. It wasn't fair of you to be so greedy to the poor thing. Opening your rucksack, you pull out out your water canteen, your better judgement tells you not to waste it, but surely you can spare a little, it did help you out a lot. Unscrewing the lid, you kneel by the plant's base and pour a little water into the soil around it, but your balance slips halfway and you fall onto your backside, dropping the bottle in the process. By the time you retrieve it, there isn't a drop left inside. Ah well, you're sure you can manage, the nearest village can't be that far away by now.

You place your hand on the topmost flower and pat it a few times.

“Thanks for the help. Heck, that was probably the best sleep, and the best breakfast, that I've had all year.”

As you sling your bag onto your shoulder and begin to head off, you swear you hear a voice behind you say “You're welcome.” But when you look back, you don't see anyone around but yourself and the vine plant. Dammit Anon, it's too early to be going crazy yet, it's only been one night.

Shaking any worrying thoughts out of your head, you resume your journey with a newfound energy. It isn't long before the trees part ways, and you find yourself out in the open once more. The breeze picks up again, but it is a welcome feeling to finally be out of the confines of the forest. Scanning the area around you, you spot a small village in the distance, a tall steeple poking out from above the many small houses. A church run village may not be ideal, but it should be safer than staying out here on your own, maybe you can even get yourself an ugly human wife.

As you enter the village, a few of it's residents give you strange looks, but that's to be expected given your current disheveled appearance. You make your way around the village, taking in the locations of a few points of interest you may wish to visit later, spotting a local tavern where you could hopefully rent a room, and a large farm that might be a good place to start looking for work. With every step you take, however, you begin to feel less and less welcome here, expressions that started as mild confusion are now becoming hateful glares. Damn hicks are probably just not used to outsiders, you make a mental note to introduce yourself to everyone later. Coming across a well, you decide to go and fill up your canteen that you so foolishly spilled earlier, the old chain squeaking as you turn the worn mechanism.

“Hey! You there!” An exceptionally angry sounding voice yells at you from behind, the shock causes you to release the winch handle, sending the bucket falling down back into the well with a loud splash.

You nervously turn around, and are met by the gaze of a village's worth of enraged mob, pitchforks in hand, staring you down with an intense, fiery hatred.

“Thought ya' could sneak ya' dirty backside in 'ere and taint our water supply did ya'?” Shouts one farmer at the front of the pack, fists firmly clenched.

You try to stammer out a protest, having no clue why he could possibly think that.

“Quit your yammerin'! We can smell the scent of 'em on ya'! Those filthy Monsta's sent you 'ere to try and corrupt us!”

Crap. Spending so long around them, even if you hardly interacted with them directly, must have left it's mark, and it's doesn't look like they're going to give you any chance to explain yourself.

“Get 'im!” comes a shout from the back of the crowd, accompanied with a thrown rock. It sails right by you, dangerously close to your ear.

You need no more convincing, you are not welcome here. Spinning on your heel, you sprint out of the village with the mob in hot pursuit. Dodging makeshift projectiles and diving through market stalls, you try and put some distance between you and them, but a glance over your shoulder shows they are still right behind you. Even once you've left the village they persist, chasing you out over the fields without a moment of rest.

Reaching the edge of the forest again, you jump back into it's confines, hoping to lose your would-be murderers in the thick maze of foliage. You duck and weave your way through the woods as fast as you possibly can, but it does nothing to help lose your pursuers. Your breathing starts to become more ragged. Your vision begins to blurs. You are quickly reaching the limits of your stamina. Pushing hard just to climb over one last rock, you stumble and fall over in a heap. You start clawing at the ground, desperate to drag yourself even a few more feet, but a badly placed tree stands before you, preventing any further escape. Cowering in fear, you close your eyes tight and wait for your imminent demise.

“Agh! Get it off me! Get it off!”

To your surprise, it is not your own screams of pain that you are hearing now. Daring to peek out from behind your hands, you see a sight that both relives and terrifies you.

Tentacles.

Long, slimy appendages bind the unruly horde, choking the anger, and the life, out of them with obscene efficiency. Those that can try and flee, only to be snatched up by yet another of the seemingly infinite mass of grotesque vines. Their piercing cries of terror echo around you, shaking the whole forest apart, and you can do nothing but watch every second, frozen in absolute fear. The tangled mess of tentacles belong to what looks like a girl, with tentacles for arms, tentacles for legs, and tentacles for just about everything else. Her eyes are ablaze with rage, and every ounce of it is aimed at those poor souls who dared to chase you. You'd almost feel bad for them if they hadn't previously tried to kill you.

After much too long a time, she finally decides they have been punished enough, and she releases her grip. They fall to the ground with a chorus of dull thuds. The writhing mass of bodies wheeze and gasp on the floor, clutching at their necks in an attempt to start breathing again.

“Now leave! Leave and never come back, or I won't be so gentle next time!” Yells a ferocious, but distinctively feminine sounding voice.

If that was considered gentle, you don't want to know what brutal looks like. The beaten villagers quickly scatter, leaving you alone with the horrific creature. She turns to face you, but you don't see any hint of anger in her expression, in fact she looks downright happy to see you. A small, timid smile peeks out from below her long, leafy hair, it would be heart warming if you hadn't just watched her strangle a dozen people close to their deaths. The mass of tentacles below her thrash about in what could almost pass for walking, as she slowly approaches you, still worn out at the base of the tree.

“H-hey, are you all right? She meekly stutters, her eyes firmly locked on the floor.

Her now shy demeanour, completely the opposite of what you saw a moment ago, catches you off guard, and you only manage to mumble a simple “Yeah, thanks.” in response. She looks pleased with your answer, her smile widening just a little.

The two of you sit in an awkward silence as neither of you knows what to say to the other, your mind races to try and figure out what you're up against. She's definitely a plant-type Monster of some kind, but she isn't anything like the Alraune's you've seen before. While you're studying her, she occasionally glances up at you, only to quickly look away again when she makes eye contact. Whatever she is, you get the feeling she isn't going to harm you, and begin to calm down, your heartbeat falls back to it's usual pace, and your breathing becomes much more steady. After a while, she finally speaks again.

“Th-thanks for the water.”

You don't understand what she's talking about, but when you think back to this morning, a sudden realisation hits you. Embarrassment floods over you when you remember all the things you did to her, thinking she was just a simple plant.

“That was you? I am so sorry about that, I didn't realise you were sentient, I was just-”

As you messily try and piece together an apology, you notice she doesn't seem the least bit upset at your actions, her blush becomes heavier but her smile remains intact.

“It's all right, really, you don't have to apologize. I-I liked it. No one's ever touched me like that before, they always stay away from me because I look... like this...” Her voice trails off and she looks away from you again.

Sure her initial appearance was absolutely terrifying, but now that you're seeing her up close, she's actually quite cute. Her eyes are a sparkling green that shimmer like emeralds, and the leaves that make up her hair flow all the way down her body, concealing a petite, curvaceous form.

You get yourself to your feet and brush yourself down, then extend a hand towards her.

“I guess I owe you two sets of thanks then.” You state with a smile.

She peers at your outstretched hand, eyeing it nervously. One brave tentacle begins to slide it's way towards you, carefully placing itself in your palm. Gripping it tightly, you give it a firm shake. As your intertwined appendages sway to and fro, you notice she begins to stir. The corners of her mouth twitch, and thin trickles of nectar begin to ooze out of her body. The vines beneath her twist around impatiently and slowly inch themselves closer to you. Just as you begin to regret your decision, she pulls you to her chest with an almighty heave. The rest of her body follows suit, tightly coiling around you to keep you firmly locked in her grip.

“I'm sorry!” She gasps. “I just couldn't take it any more! The way you touched me before, it felt so wonderful. I want to feel it again, I need to feel you again.”

Her coiling tendrils tighten with every word, her body continuing to sweat that sweat nectar all over. She wraps her two flowery arms around the back of your neck and pulls you into herself, carefully nestling your face between her modest breasts. Their heavenly softness overtakes your senses, and you find any resistance you had quickly melt away.

“I'm so glad I finally met you...” She nuzzles the top of your head as she speaks.
“I used to live in a Wight's garden, with lots of other plant girls. They were all much prettier than me, with no disgusting tentacles to drive everyone away with. Miss would often throw parties, inviting lots of men around to come and see her garden, but they never came anywhere near me. I watched all the other girls find nice husbands to love, while I had to stay all alone. I felt like such a stupid weed. So I ran away.”

You hear her sniffle a little, hurt by the painful memory.

“But then I found you! You didn't seem to mind them at all, you didn't cringe or cry when you saw me, and I knew you were the one I'd been waiting for all this time.”

She gives you a squeeze for emphasis.

Being in her embrace is actually very pleasant, her body is incredibly warm, and her touch is completely gentle. And even though she could easily tear you limb from limb, you don't feel the slightest bit threatened, she genuinely seems to care about you a lot. However, as these blissful feelings float about your mind, another much more ugly one begins to arise. It wouldn't be long before your cursed mana would kick in, and any possibility of a tender relationship would be gone. You wait in agony for the moment when she starts to feel it, when she'll throw you away and never want to come near you ever again.

But it never comes.

She just continues to hold you close, gently swaying side to side, her smaller tendrils caress you all over, attempting to feel each and every inch of you that they can. You manage to pull your face out of her cleavage to look up at her, and she peers down at you with worried eyes.

“You OK? It's not too tight is it? Want me to let you go?”

There isn't a single drop of pain in her voice, just pure, caring affection. She doesn't look any more green than before, she isn't vomiting, she hasn't even complained about the smell. She looks absolutely fine. You're not sure how, but by some miracle, your condition isn't affecting her. You might have just found the one girl in the world who really can love you.

“No thank you.” You murmur, and nestle yourself back into her embrace.

The pair of you stay firmly locked together, with not a single said between you. Her many winding appendages sprawl all over you, some of them finding their way to you more delicate regions. The stimulus causes your member to harden, threatening to break out of your pants at any moment. You shuffle about in an attempt to hide it, but end up poking her in the thigh with it instead.

A heavy, quivering gasp escapes her lips, and her blushing doubles in intensity.

“I-is that for me?”

You look her in the eye, grinning from ear to ear.

“Do you see any other beautiful girls around here?”

She looks around for a moment before the realisation hits her, sending her mouth agape and a torrent of nectar flowing out of every orifice. She begins shuddering all over as the lewd thoughts fill her mind. Without even thinking about it, she begins undressing you as fast as possible, but still applies the utmost care, not ripping or tearing a single one of your garments. All that was left was your underwear. She stares at them intently, focus firmly fixed on the bulge trying to escape them. Her tentacles grip the sides, but she hesitates to pull them down. You place your hands atop her grasp, and slowly help her guide them down. Out pops your throbbing member, fully mobilized and ready for action. She's positively drooling now, unable to hide her tremendous lust for you.

You close the gap between you once more and she reforms her coils around you, planting a few tender kisses on her neck as you tease her opening down below. The pent up desire inside her is fast approaching it's peak, her panting grows heavier, the heat between you increases, and soon, the tension between you become too much for her to bear. With a single snap of her tentacles, she pulls your hips into hers, sliding your cock into her, right down to the hilt. You both gasp in unison at the new sensation, waves of pleasure washing over the pair of you. She then pulls your head to meet hers, locking lips with you to engage in a loving kiss. Her tongue darts about your mouth, exploring every crevice, wrapping itself around yours, tasting every spot it possibly can. An incredible sweetness fills your senses, vastly more intense than before. You can feel it's energy flow throughout your body, filling you with an enormous craving for her flesh.

Her inner walls tighten and release around you, squeezing you in waves. The slimy tendrils inside poke at the entire length of your shaft like a thousand teasing tongues. You can feel the pleasure building within you, slowly making it's way to the surface. The kiss you were sharing noisily breaks off, a thin rope of saliva still connecting your panting faces. You bring your head to her side, whispering lewd nothings into her ear, telling her how good it feels, and just how beautiful you think she is. Her grip tightens, and her passion intensifies with every word you utter. Whenever you think you've reached her maximum state of fluster, she manages to go one more step, glowing an even brighter shade of red, and shuddering even more heavily.

The final moment is now fast approaching, you can barely contain yourself any more, you wildly thrust your hips into hers, picking up momentum for one final push, slamming into her one last time, you orgasm together in a loud cry of ecstasy. Shot after shot is fired into her, coating her insides with your sweet love juice, her cries of enjoyment have become almost screams as she begs you to fill her up as much as you can.

You then collapse in a heap on the floor, your head resting atop her soft chest, no more sounds but your ragged breaths and her quivering heartbeat. The pair of you lay like that for a good while, letting the blissful moment completely overtake your senses. There were no more doubts left in your mind, she really was the one for you. Not only immune to your curse, but adorably sweet and caring too. An incredible warmth swells in your heart as you think how lucky you are to have finally found her. While lost in your happy thoughts, your new friend pipes up to break the silence.

“I-I think I might, ah. I think I-”. She trips over her words again and again, stumbling over the last part every time.

“I think I l-love you...” Finally tumbles out. She turns her face away to hide her embarrassment.

A huge joy overcomes you and you can't help but smile, you nestle into her and give her a tight squeeze.

“I love you too.”

She beams at you with the happiest smile you've ever seen, her shimmering eyes wide with affection. She returns your hug and holds you closely against herself, the silence returning once again.

You can't wait to see the look on her face when you tell her you want to go again.