Manticore Story: MGE

A nice, experimental MGE story.
/warning/ Contains NSFW content(rape)


It was a rather warm, sunny day, with streaks of sunlight pouring through the canopy of tall, coniferous trees. The wind blew through the branches and shook the foundation of the trees, creating a rather eerie feeling to it. You continue onward, ever curious in your exploration. Of course, this story will need some explanation to it.

You're but a young child, aged at eight, living in a rather rural part of the lands. Forests surround your home, and there is seldom contact with the outside world, aside from the occasional trader passing through. In fact, the only thing going for it is the logging business your father runs. Anyway, today your father was making another run into the forest for logs, and you decided that it would be an excellent time to explore the forest. You see, your father never really wanted you going into the forests, insisting you stay home at all times.

As he left, you sneaked out, making your way in a direction away from your father's path. And that brings you back to the beginning, you walking forward in a quest of your own to explore. Treading through a beaten path, you quickly realize that the forest isn't as magical and forbidden as you would have thought. It was just, well, a forest. You press onward, pushing through a rather dense clump of bushes. A clearing in the forest was revealed, with slight streaks of light shining down on the grass. Taking a moment to be in awe of the beauty, you fail to notice movement in the corner of your eye. The rustling of bushes tips you off, and you can only turn around in panic as something pounces out of the bushes, letting out a mighty roar.

"Raaaaaawr!"

...Well, they tried. While the jump-scare got you, the roar really didn't. In fact, were the situation different, it would have been cute sounding. Still, you fell back on your ass, looking up at the figure somewhat looming over you. The first word to come to mind was 'cute'. Before you stood a young girl, around your age, but yet not exactly human. Looking from the ground up, the first noticeable trait was the paws for feet. They were black, and rather slender, matching the shape of a human foot to a degree, albeit covered in fur, with claws to boot. The fur went up to her leg, where a white tuff of spikey fur blocked it off, and regular skin continued. The girl was wearing rags, almost like you, while her arms were outstretched in a 'intimidating' pose. Large, meaty paws were outstretched, which in itself was rather comical. Behind her was a set of wings, and something that darted out of view - probably a tail. Atop her head sat two pink-hued cats-ears, jutting out of the short, equally pink hair. The girl was clearly trying to make a scary face, her teeth (which were actually rather intimidating) bared out.

Taking a deep breath, you panted a bit from the sudden scare, still on your back as the girl loomed over you. For a few moments, she doesn't do anything, but her 'scary face' starts to falter. She suddenly yells, startling you slightly. "Why aren't you scared!" Her paws lower, pressing against her sides, her face scrunched up in a look of annoyance. Your look of confusion seems to make her angry, and she stomps her foot on the ground. Being a nice guy that you are, you somewhat timidly admit that you did in fact get scared when she jumped out.

Almost immediately this notes a change in her demeanor, her scowl replaced by a bright, unsettling smile. Still grinning, she struts up to you, grabbing your arm and lifting you up with some ease. "You, what's your name?". Although it's rather sudden, you respond with a quivering voice "A-anon." Patting you on the back, and pushing you forward a bit, her smile broadens. "Well, Anon, this is my part of the forest! Do you know what that means?" With a slight shake of your head, she continues. "That means you're my property now! So let's play!" You didn't really have a choice in the matter, being dragged along to play games with this monstergirl. Of course, it wasn't bad at all. In fact, you were quite happy with it, considering there were no other children near your house. Having a friend was nice.

Days passed by, with you constantly sneaking out to play with your new 'friend'. It was rather nice, even if she was a bit bossy at times. You still thought of her as a friend, which was probably the reason you kept visiting. But it all changed one day, when you were chasing after her in a game of pseudo-tag. It was just a small mistake, a small movement to the side, and her tail impacted into your face. The same tail that was lined with very sharp spikes. The impact was less that pleasant, it taking out your left eye with a painful scratch. As you collapsed in pain, the girl ran off, and everything went dark.

For what felt like days later, you woke up, lying down in your old bed, with your father sitting beside you. Something did a number on your face, he explained, and it made sense why you couldn't see with your left eye anymore. For the next few days you rested, recuperated, and thought over how everything went so wrong. Only after you were able to leave the bed did you hesitantly sneak out, trying to find the girl. But she was nowhere to be found, not in any of your old play-sites, nor the clearing. With pain in your heart, you returned home.

The years passed, time flied by in a flash, and you grew up. Your eye never really worked after the incident, and your face had scars to boot. You never really saw that girl again, and the only way you managed to remember her was from your scars. Two, long, horizontal gashes, coming from your upper eyebrow down over your eye, and to your nose. Traders who would pass by were unsettled by your looks, and any other kids you met during your fleeting childhood ran away from you. It had been fifteen years now, with you at the age of Twenty-three, ready to start taking on the family business.

It was in the fading hours of the day, the light slowly turning a dull orange, before dissapating all together, when you were walking home. Behind you was a large conglomeration of roped up logs, which were going to be used for fuel. You walked along an oddly familiar path, passing by a equally familiar clearing as you went. Listening to the sounds of the wind surging through the canopy of the trees, you picked up on a low 'whoosh' sound, coming from somewhere above. And then something hit you, almost like a falling tree. Knocked to the side, you roll for a few feet, entangled around something, something soft and furry... Trying to reach for a handhold, you feel both your arms being pinned under something heavy and soft. Slowly looking up, you could only make out a few features in the darkness, until a streak of pale light went through the canopy, illuminating you and the culprit.

It's her.

She sat atop you, pinning your arms to the ground, a slight grin on her face. She had definitely changed since you last met her, her body having filled out quite some. In the place of rags, was a tight set of clothing, akin to a bikini, which did little to cover her features. Her hair spilled out from either side of her head, it hanging over your face as she leaned down. "Hello, Anon~" She spoke with a sultry tone, her paws shifting against your arms as she speaks. "I haven't seen you in so long, I thought you'd forgotten about me." Her paws lifted up, and you immediately try to sit up, only to be pushed back down with a single paw to your chest. "A-a-ah, No running away~" To emphasize the point, her claws dragged across your chest, shredding lines down your tunic with ease.

"I've always thought about you, ever since that day..." She says this in a rather serious tone, still pinning you down with her weight and ridiculous strength. "...That expression you made, when my tail hit you. It plagued me at first... but now.." As she speaks, her tail sneaks under her arm, resting on your chest. "...Now I just want to see that expression again~" The manticore lifts her tail up, spines extending, before jabbing it into your chest. You let out a gasp of pain, but just as quickly, the pain fades, replaced by a fuzzy feeling across your chest. The feeling spreads throughout your body, setting fire to your lower regions, which did not go unnoticed by your captor. She chuckled, her paw rubbing over the cut on your chest. "Already like this? You Masochist~" Her tail dragged itself across your stomach, the spines thankfully sheathed. Positioning itself over your crotch, she makes short work out of your pants, leaving you exposed to the open air.

The Manticore said nothing regarding your reactions, only biting her lip with a blush, positioning her tail over you. Unsure of what was to happen, you struggled in vain, the paw on your chest holding you down as her tail drops down on your member. You gasp, overloaded by the sensations that envelop you, and your body goes limp. She giggles, slowly moving her tail up and down on your shaft, the countless folds pulsating in and out to create a myriad of sensations. You want to struggle, but the pleasure is causing your body to shut down. The tail relentlessly pumps up and down along your length, massaging and pulsating. With the last amounts of will you have, you reach over, hands grabbing at her tail. Much to your surprise, the spikes do not impede you, nor does she act. She only grins, watching you as the tail slowly pumps up and down. You try to pull up, but your body refuses. As the sensations pull at you, you finally give, tightening your grip on the tail, slamming it down against her hips. The manticore's face goes red, and she bites at her lip, as you use her tail as your own toy. It doesn't take long for you to end up releasing, the tail milking you for all it's worth.

As you pant, laying down against the ground, you note that the tail has not ceased. Nor has the manticore herself. She leans down, pressing her face up against yours, and she whispers into your ear- "We're not done here, not yet~" You only manage to whimper, before she begins her work again. The night devolved into an endless stream of pleasure, with the day coming just as fast as the night went. You never really did manage to return to your home, for she dragged you off to hers, to indulge herself even more.

Well, it's not all bad, right?

...Right?