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Grentext one

Part 1.

>Be an anti-immigration activist.
>Too much of that crap can lead to things like rape, polygamy, pedophilia, even violence against gays.
>Wasn't even against that until the migrants started shoving them off buildings, but that's off topic.
>Be beating my meat to some monster girl story.
>Mammono love is the best, nothing else can touch both heart and boner.
>Everything goes blue.
>Like crashed windows blue.
>WTF.jpg
>“H-hello” a feminine voice calls out from the all-consuming BSOD.
>Oh, thank god, I'm not alone.
>”Hi?” I reply.
>“You… You heard me?” She cried out, excitedly.
>Why is that stutter so sexy?
>“I can't see anything but blue, but I can hear you. What's going on?”
>Well good thing I didn't start hearing THAT song.
>“You are connected to a different universe, looks like only sound is transmitted right now,” she says.
>”Okay, do you happen to know why, by any chance, we are having an interdimensional phone conversation?”
>“Uhh, I-I was experimenting with old Order magic, was looking for a... lover in an alternate universe and the spell thinks you would make a good… mate.”
>Wait “Order?” Could this be Monster girl Encyclopedia?
>Now's your chance, doofus, ask when you can see her.
>“What ‘order’ are you talking about? Order of what?”
>NO! YOU IDIOT!
> “in my universe, there was this Order of knights they were once good when we were evil. When we changed, they didn’t. Fortunately, they lost. I’d tell you more, but I don’t know how long the time differential is on your end…”
> “on the whole ‘mate’ thing I’m assuming you mean intercourse, right?” C’mon, idiot, stop beating around the bush
> “yep… but I’ll need to make a proper bridge first and that will take me a couple weeks on my end… oh, and I don’t like to let my men go, I play for  keeps”
>Heckyeah.jpg
>“You already have my heart”
>I hear a fangirlish squee, then a pause “maybe we should see each other in a week first” she said rather nervously.
>I KNOW exactly why at this point,
> okay you don't know, but you hope.
>The connection breaks.
> It’s only been a couple minutes.
>I look around the room, see anti-immigration propaganda, and some white nationalist stuff from my friends.
> maybe you should start redecorating

>1 week later
>Everything anti-immigration and white nationalist in my house has been removed and replaced with anti-communist posters when it left a hole.
>Everyone thinks I have a black girlfriend.
>I don't really know, could be a bunnyip or heckhound.
>everything is ready for when she shows up
>Have second thoughts, could not be mge after all, could be an Eldritch horror
>Could be a trap
>Could be a human woman
>Could be an Adam Sandler movie
>Now things go blue
>Then things turn into a blue-tinted acid trip
>A manticore straight out of monster girl encyclopedia emerges.
>Even better than the book makes her out to be.
>Biger boobs, beautiful face, even her scar and tailpussy are hot.
>Yesss.jpg.
>Okay, now be smooth, don't pile on too much.
>“Are you the one from last week?” okay, good.
>“Yes...yes I am” she sounds nervous. “Do you… still, like me?”
>Okay, do NOT make her uncomfortable.
>“You are even sexier than I imagined, beloved” DANGIT, DANGIT, too high AND too low.
>She's blushing, twitching.
>“You, you really think that of me?”
>Just tell the truth, lies won't save you.
>“Yes I did and I mean everything I said if you accept me.”
>I have no idea how long the pause was, my mind thought it was a few seconds, to my heart, it felt like hours
>Will she reject me?
>Please don't reject me, please don't reject me.
>She runs over to me and tries to hug me.
>Her arms and tail pass right through me like a sci-fi hologram.
>She keeps trying to hug me, gives up after a few tries.
>“Okay, so we can't touch yet.” I said. “But we can still talk, get to know each other. Speaking of which, I don’t know your name.”
>“It’s Katherine,” she says.”
>“Anon” i reply “Okay Katherine, so… uh, what do you want in a guy?”
> “Huh? I guess I would like my guy to have a penis, other than that I was going to trust the matchmaker spell, I...I just can’t afford to be picky anyways…”
>“What are you talking about, you put all the beautiful human women on my world to shame! Any guy would be thrilled to be yours!”
>“I am only average on my world, and average isn’t good enough where I come from.”
>“There is only two ways that’s possible is a warped perception of female beauty, or supply and demand”
>“I don't know about expectations, my brother was not disappointed by his wives”
>“Wives?... Plural!?” I was indignant.
>“Umm, remember that 'Order’ I talked about earlier?”
>“Yeah?”
> “A big part of my people's fight with the Order was our inability to produce boys, when the Great Maou made it so a mammono could produce sons, the order cursed the incubi so that they could only have one son in their entire lives, usually the first child. Consqentally…”
>“Polygamy, a cap on poulatuon growth, and inflated standards for women.” I guessed.
>“Yes, do you still wanna, you know…”
>“Yes, wait, how long was it on your end?”
>“About… seven days,”
>“Same here, wanna talk next week?”
>“Sure! I'd be happy to! I'll do this until I can grab you and we can mate all day, while you tell… Uhh, sorry. Got a little mushy there.”
>“Don't worry, a bit of a hopeless romantic myself.”
>She squees “See you next week, my beloved!”
>I wave back as the connection breaks
>I get a text
>The Grand Dragon herself wants to speak with me.
>I'm not even in the KKK.