Police-Kun and Manticore

>be a police officer
>protect and serve and what not
>Get called into police chief's office
>Oh geez what does he want now?
>Walk into his office, can still make out doughnut crumbs in his thick caterpillar mustache
>Have to squint at the brightness of his bald head
>He tents his fingers as he attempts to lean on his desk, his desk being his own fat belly
>"I just got a call from the Monster Girl Association for the Advancement of Equal Rights."
>Boy thats a mouthful
>wait
>did he say monster girl?
>"Apparently one of their kind got into a bit of trouble. Their currently on house arrest. But according to them, this individual has no friends or family for which to care for them during their isolation."
>Okay, what are you getting at old man?
>"Therefore the department has decided to elect you as her care taker for the time being."
>Do what now?
>"It will only be temporary, until her sentence is completed in six months time. So you'll act as her caretaker and her liaison. Buy her groceries, deliver her mail, act as her guardian, the sort of stuff."
>Hold on, you were supposed to be stopping drug lords and keeping the streets safe, not playing baby sitter.
>The chief pulls out a piece of paper from his drawer, and gives you a quizzical look
 >"You dont happen to have any wife or kids do you?"
>Last time you checked you didnt
>"Oh good, this will make it easier then. I've already gone over your will and everything looks to be in shape." he says relieved as he signs the paper
>all the flags go off, what does your will have to do with anything?
>The chief sweat drops at the question, "Well...the individual in question has a problem with authority figures."
>He tents his fingers again, a sudden serious expression on his face
>"How do you feel about manticores?"



>on way to the house now
>do a quick read up on your cell phone about manticores
>hybrid beast, bat like wings, claws and teeth, not to mention that tail
>Extremely cruel, sadistic, and aggressive
>feel a shiver down your spine as your partner drives you up to the house
>Received explicit orders not to reveal that you were a police officer for your own safety
>go undercover as a social worker
>Dressed in casual clothes, you take the opportunity to hide your badge in your sock
>Your partner gives a reassuring pat on your shoulder as he stops in front of the house
>"If you dont make it back can I have your car?"
>Give him a rude finger gesture as you step out of the car and examine the house
>Its surprisingly modern, it even had two floors, though it did look small
>The grass hadn't been mowed in weeks and the mailbox was stuffed with letters
>As your partner drives off, you cautiously make your way to the front door, ringing the doorbell
>With no response, you try the doorknob only to find it unlocked
>You let yourself in and quickly scan your surroundings
>Its surprisingly furnished, albeit dirty, clothes strewn on the floor and trashcans overfilled
>but no manticore
>you say a loud hello announcing yourself
>with no response, you quickly call the station to find out if the manticore escaped or not
>the GPS locator puts the manticore there, unless you found a severed foot, she was somewhere in the house
>you search the house, but find no manticore or severed foot
>out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of a figure darting around a corner
>You let out a relieved sigh
>perhaps she was just too scared shy or to meet you
>You'd best let her approach you first on her terms
>Instead you start cleaning the house
>by the time you finish its already late
>You were dropped off here, it'd be too long a walk to get back to your apartment
>instead you decide to crash on the couch, you hope she wouldnt mind
>You'd never make a graver mistake in your life


>wake up drowsily form your dreamless sleep
>Actually something woke you up
>it’s the most peculiar sound, like metal scraping against metal
>almost sort of a snipping sound
>you rub one eye open and investigate the source of the sound
>you see a huge figure loom over you, and for some reason it was holding a giant pair of hedge cutters in its paws
>It had a sadistic smile, its eyes wild with cruelty as it hovered the massive clippers just above your exposed dick
>let out the most grisliest scream mankind has ever known and catapult yourself off from the couch, pulling your pants up and scrambling into a corner, whimpering like a madman
>The manticore scoffs at you, standing up as it rested the hedge cutters on its shoulder
>”Well at least you didnt wet yourself” she said laughing to herself as she tossed the cutters into the air, the bladed end landing some few inches away from your precious family jewels
>”So they sent another one of you spineless cowards then. That makes it the third this week?” she said pacing around the room, her tail stroking beneath her chin as if she was deep in thought.
>That tail almost seemed to have a mind of its own as it writhed
>”I don’t expect you to last the day, but while you’re here, there are some rules.” Her tail quickly darts forth, picks you up by the shirt collar and hoisting you up to eye level before her
>”Number one, I am the master of this house and you will learn your place here as such. Two, anything I command is law and you will obey it. Three, I’m hungry and lunch was to be made twenty minutes ago.”
>You suddenly feel yourself be thrown several feet, sliding across the floor until your find yourself staring up at a stove.
>Its only now do you recognize the GPS ankle bracelet she’s forced to wear
>"I like my steaks rare, cook it any further and I'll gut you." she said with no emotion as she trotted up the stairs
>Scared out of your mind, you hurriedly comply


>The fridge was surprisingly stocked, and in a few short moments, a perfectly cooked steak is prepared before her, painstakingly insured to be rare
>the manticore chews it slowly, as if grading your cooking ability, the tail wagging judgingly all the while
>Her slight smile seems to signify her satisfaction as she bites off another morsel to eat
>”Acceptable.  Although I suddenly find myself parched of thirst.” She says out loud as she continues to eat
>You quickly fill a glass with water and place it before her
>She suddenly stops eating and looks out you, a dumbfounded expression plastered on her face
>”Are you really that stupid?” she asks
>You have no idea what she’s talking about
>Suddenly her tail waggles into view
>It sways side to side, roiling about menacingly
>you notice her eyes have an evil gleam to them
>Your eyes go wide in shock as the gears click together in your head
>you begin to back away slowly
>the tail inches forward with every step you take
>you shake your head slowly, pleading with the manticore as you feel yourself bump against the counter with nowhere to go
>she slyly nods her head yes as the tail come closer to you


>Her evil sneer is the last thing you see as the tail launches itself into you crotch, diving into your pants and finding something to latch on to
>You try to fight it or at least pull it away, but the sharp barbs prick your hands and your left helpless as the tail latches onto your dick and begins to suck relentlessly
>The sudden warmth and wetness of her folds coupled with its erotic movements forces you to come quite long and violently, letting out a scream of both shock and pleasure as the tail begins to pump you
>all the while the manticore simply continues eating her steak, immune to your cries as she calmly eats her food
>”Keep struggling, it only makes it sweeter” she quips as she continues to drain you of your precious essence
>You don't know how long it lasts but finally it ends,
>Your dick drained dry, the tail appendage releases you, leaving your hips soaked in her lewd juices with your pants around your ankles
>your mind is in a haze, both exhausted, confused, and mortified at what just happened
>the Manticore simply stands atop you, regarding her defeated prey with a cruel smile
>"Aw, look at the poor little human raped and ravaged"
>She leans down to you and prods your chest with one of her claws, her face ever so close to your ears that you shiver at her warm breath
>"But I know you enjoyed it, you pervert.” Your body instinctively jolts as her tongue drags across the sensitive flesh of your ear
>”Now clean yourself up, you look like a mess.” She said suddenly standing up apathetically and heading towards the stairs
>”I expect dinner to be made with the same amount of exuberance” says calling out from atop the stairs
>You lie there for minutes, morally confused as you finally pick yourself up and pull up your pants and being to wash the dishes



>Dinnertime is a reflection of lunch, the spiked tail sucking dry your essence and the manticore leaving you traumatized on the floor
>You call the police department and let them know what was happening, but according them, this was typical manticore behavior and was too be expected
>They thought you could handle it
>one thought crosses your mind as you hang up the phone
>survive
>the days begin to pass as you begin to live with the manticore
>its unwise to go home anymore as the manticore only punishes your more severely the following day
>apparently she hates to be inconvenienced
>start to live in house with manticore, the couch being your home base
>you rarely interact with her save for when she’s hungry  or ordering you to take scare of something
>learn the rules quickly and adapt to your surroundings
>But its impossible to avoid dat tail
>its everywhere
>When your showering, when your cooking, cleaning, scrubbing, or even hiding from her
>The tail always shows up whenever you least expect it to force you to orgasm several times a day
>Your struggles against her only excite her even more, you find it best to not resist when she comes for you
>You’d be lying if said first few times weren’t pleasurable, but after the seventh ambush in one day, your surprised you aren’t coming blood and your prostate is still intact
>One particularly stormy day, you notice that manticore never came out for lunch, nor did she ambush you when you were taking a shower, which was very odd to say the least
>It was after dinner that you began to grow worried
>Was she plotting something? Did she get the ankle bracelet off? Did she slip in bathtub and die?
>Against your better judgment you decide to investigate, it was your duty as an officer of the law
>or it could be one of her traps again
>you brave the elements as you ascened the stairs


>atop the stairs you find a single hallway
>on one end of the wall you could see obvious scratch marks of where her wings had scraped the walls
>this was probably her room
>You could hear the rain begin to pound into the house as your got closer to the door
>You approach cautiously, knocking lightly on the door but receiving no response
>You were about to knock a second time when you suddenly hear a scream from within
>”Go away human or I’ll rip your eyes out!” came the distinct manticore voice from within the room
>But it was different, there was no confidence in her voice, no force behind her command
>in fact, her voice was an octave higher than usual
>was she scared?
>you try the doorknob to find it unlocked and let yourself in
>Your greeted with an interesting sight
>video games strewn across the floor, along with bags of half eaten chips and magazines
>multiple video game consoles were haphazardly placed atop towers of magazines and comics infront of a large tv screen
>a bed was the only piece of furniture in the room
>you could make out a large bundle, wrapped in layers of blankets as a spiked tail poked out from within
>the bundle was shaking
>”I said go away human!” she yells again, but there was no malice in her voice, the tail didn’t whip around frighteningly behind her either
>It was then that a loud thunderous boom echoed across the house
>the bundled blanket flattened itself on the bed, the tail that was poking out quivered behind it
>She was scared of lightening?
>it was almost comical to watch the once monstrous figure now quiver at a little lightening
>Having a little fun, you slam the door behind you and the bundled ball of cloth jumps three feet off the bed
>you stifle a laugh but the humorous moment soon passes as you notice her twitch and writhe at every crack of lightening
>This wasn’t funny anymore, it was just sad

>You remember your sister had a terrible time with thunderstorms as well
>you parents never did anything about it so it was up to you to help her get over her phobia
>you wade yourself through the piles of littered video games until you picked out something that looked like a cooperative play game
>It takes you three tries with the different consoles before you figure out what game it goes to and you boot it up
>Wow, video games sure have progressed a long way since you played
>”Hey you human that’s mi-!” her voice is cut out by a large crack of thunder, her had that was reaching out to grab you instantly withdraws back into the ball of blankets
>Notice that she had a lot of save files  on this game, likes like she put a lot of effort into it
>You ask her if its alright if you made a new save file
>”What?! Get your hands off my games!” she commands, reaching out again, but she never leaves the confines of her bed
>apparently she forgot that she had a tail as well as she still tried to reach out to you
>You make a new save file but for some reason it dosnt show up
>perhaps you deleted it
>”You deleted what!? Which file!?” she yells out frantically to you
>You don’t know, the top one?
>the one grows silent as the realization sinks into manticore
>suddenly she explodes from her cocoon of blankets, roaring loudly, as her wings spread out menacingly
>now you made her mad


>You dodge out of the way as manticore dives into the towers of magazines and comics as you run out of the room
>you’ve seen the various attacks of the tail multiple times, enough for you to side step it as you made your escape
>The tails strength was in ambush, not in a frontal attack
>you slide down the railing of the stairs, surfing style as you land upon the floor
>Manticore was right behind, this time flying as she swooped down the stairs
>This was good
>You dive sideways on the slick floors you waxed just a few hours before
>manticore ends up face planting into the front door as she’s unable to turn tight corners
>She recovers quickly rubbing her nose as she eyes you menacingly, her eyes red with rage
>if only you had a red cape
>you pick up one of the cushions from the couch as your shield, using it to parry her various jabs with her tail
>She seems entirely frustrated and instead uses her claws to rip apart the soft cushion
>Didn’t see that coming
>you duck out of the way again as you scramble across the floor
>but she shortcuts you by hoping across the couch and landing atop you
>she straddles you, grabbing you by the shirt collars as she begins to vigorously shake you
>”Do you have any idea how many hours I put into that game!? I spent hours refining and collecting every piece of equipment! I even new game plussed it! I did the final boss with only-“
>You loudly clap your hands in front of her face, disrupting her train of thought
>you point to the ceiling and ask if she was still afraid of lightening
>She stares at you confused, “I’m not scar-“
>She suddenly stops as she realizes that she was out of her room
>The patter of rain and lightning in the distance becoming the only sound in the room
>She seems mystified as she stands up, her ears perking at the peculiar sound
>You rest your hands behind your head, telling her that she could thank you later for helping her get over her phobia


>Needless to say you were still punished that night
>except that when the tail was finished with you, the manticore picks you up gently places you on the couch, like a broken toy that was suddenly fragile
>she pulled your pants up for you, and smoothed out your shirt
>before she suddenly sucker punched you across the face
>”That’s for deleting my saved game!” she says cocking her fist back
>It was a surprisingly light punch, you’ve taken worse from common criminals
>Of course, you couldn’t have said the same if she hadn’t retracted her claws
>”I want a new game by tomorrow.” She ordered strutting off back upstairs
>she still forgot to eat dinner though
>The next day you went out and bought a new video game for her
>When you returned, you could instantly see her eyes light up at the sight of it
>apparently you had chosen well
>When she reached out to grab of it, you immediately pulled it away
>the look if ire on her face was enough to spark flames of hatred from her
>you made a counter proposal
>You chose this game because it had a versus mode
>Manticore’s ears suddenly perk up
>”You mean you actually want to play a game with me” she said condescendingly
>”Well I don’t mean to brag, but I’m pretty good myself. You’d only be digging your own grave.” She laughed
>then what was she afraid of?
>she squints at you as the gauntlet was thrown
>”Fine, let’s do this. I hope you’re prepared for the consequences” she warns you,
>twenty minutes later you were wrecking her
>”That’s no fair that’s totally OP you camper!” she yells at you while mashing buttons
>If video games were this easy maybe you should have never quit
>or maybe she was just really bad
>you kill her again. spectacularly
>Manticore finally rage quits and throws her controller at you, hitting you square in the nose
>you can feel blood begin to drip from you nose
>manticore begins to stare at you intently, her eyes glued to the red liquid


>her eyes suddenly became vacant, devoid or any thought or emotion as she got on all fours and begin to crawl towards you
>You try to back away but she suddenly grabs your ankle
>thankfully, the ankle that didn’t have the badge stuffed sock
>”Don’t move…” she said in a monotone voice as she leered at the red blood
>You try to wiggle out of her grasp but she lunges forward and grabs your face, clutching it tightly
>”I said don’t…” she commanded as her face hovered inches away from yours
>you could feel the blood pooling above your upper lip as she moved in closer
>for a moment you think that she would kiss you
>instead, her tongue lolls out, dragging across your upper lips where the blood had dripped to
>she lapped it up hungrily, savoring the taste while smacking her lips together
>you utter her name, trying to grab her attention
>it suddenly breaks her out of her trance and she stares at you confusingly, wondering why she clutching your head
>”Oh, your bleeding.” She finally notices as she gets up and rushes off somewhere
>what was that? The look on her face was totally different from what you’ve seen before
>Manticore rushes back into the room, holding a small band-aid in her massive paws
>for minutes she tries to open the small adhesive with her claws, fumbling with the it and dropping it several times
>finally she manages to open it and peel off the adhesive as she hands it to you
>you see a look of despair on her face as she realizes a band-aid would do nothing for your nose bleed
>she rushes off again and comes back with a box of tissues, pulling out several of them and handing them to you
>”Plug these in your nose or you’ll drown in your own blood!” she warns
>you hardly think that will be the case but you thank her anyway as you begin to clean up the bloody mess
>curiously, she dosnt seem to remember to having licked your blood
>You have stop her as she begins to break out a tourniquet for you


>days begin to turn into weeks as you grow accustomed to manticore
>The random tail ambushes grow less and less and manticore soon only feeds on you during meal time
>on good days she even retracts her spines and lets you grab onto her tail
>she’s still a bitch in most cases as she refuses to do her own laundry or clean up her room but you tolerate it and put up with her
>one day she suddenly lifts the couch with you on it, causing you to tumble to the floor
>she stands above you with folded arms
>”I want a bath.” She says commandingly
>Knowing the drill, you get off the floor and proceed to draw her bath, throwing in bubbles and toys just the way she liked it
>having insured the right temperature, you turn around to call her only to find her standing behind you, wearing only a bath towel
>unsure of what to think, your eyes quickly glance over her, your mouth agape
>she raises your chin with a claw, drawing your gaze back to her face
>”Eyes up here human.” she says as her tail brings a bottle from behind her and shoves it into your face
>shampoo
>”If you get even a drop of water into my ears I’ll flay you and use your skin as a mat.”  She warns as she drops the towel and proceeds to step into the bath
>She dosnt seem to have any hint of modesty as she dips into the water, the tail retracing its spikes and coiling around her
>She quickly grabs a submarine and a rubber ducky and begins to simulate battle sounds
>still dumbstuck at this predicament, your lack of initiative finally draws her attention as she suddenly stops and stares at you
>”Shampoo.” She says again pointing a submarine at her head
>You finally step to, grabbing a nearby pail and rinsing her head
>you squeeze a dollop of the creamy liquid into your hand and slowly begin to massage it into her scalp
>Manticore seems intent to bring about the destruction of the S.S. Rubber Ducky with the U-271 to pay any attention to you


>This was an obvious setup, theres now way she would have done this out of the blue
>But you keep massaging her ears, making sure to get to the very tips, rolling them lightly between your fingers
>the reaction is instantaneous
>her body slumps further down into the water as well, until only her head sticks up
>you have to crouch down now in order to keep shampooing but the effect is interesting as you continue to observe her
>her breathing becomes more ragged as you stroke the base of her ears, she shifts slightly at your circular motions against her scalp
>you notice that through the gap between the bubbles that she was pleasuring herself underwater
>you gulp as you try to contain your excitement as you continue, trying your best to please her
>You have to shift yourself around to try hide your growing bulge, which she would immediately notice if she just turned around
>She’s biting her lip now, her eyes closed as her arm movements grow faster and faster
>You’re left dumbfounded at the situation, this was a first for you
>suddenly she shivers abruptly, gasping loudly as she apparently brings herself to climax
>you could already tell your face is red as she stares looking up at you
>One of her paws reaches up and touches your face, grasping your check ever so slightly
>”Your horny too right?” she says softly looking up at you
>It’d be a lie if you said no
>She begins to pull you closer, your face coming closer and closer to hers
>your lips are close to touching, you could feel her breath on face
>she suddenly ducks away and grabs a nearby towel
>”Well you should probably take care of that then!” she says taunting you as she dries herself, happy that her ruse fooled you
>You mutter under your breath something about being a tease
>Manticore merely shakes her head, "If you wanted tease, I should invite my friend Cheshire. Now shes a real tease" she says hopping out of the bathroom and leaving you blue balled


>A few days later you notice that manticore's birthday was coming up
>great way to get on her good side
>You leave early in the morning, ensuring that manticore was still sleeping in
>you arrive early at the bakery and order a cake, being the first in line
>you actually have no idea what she would like so instead you opt to go for a more expensive variety cake
>you go out and buy balloons as well, along with some party hats and a few other necessities
>when the eventual day does come you painstakingly set up the balloons around the house early in the morning
>manticore tends to be lazy in morning but she finally manages to bring herself downstairs where you promptly bombard her with confetti
>you wish her a happy birthday and bring out the cake you had gone out and retrieved early
>it has a little picture of herself on it
>you begin lighting the candles but you notice that manticore seems unamused by your antics
>Instead, she goes around the room, popping all of the balloons one by one with her claws or tail
>at first you thought she was annoyed, but it seems more serious as she looks at the cake
>to your sudden surprise, she takes it with both hands and dumps it into the trashcan
>the act stuns you
>Manticore turns towards you, an apathetic expression on her face
>”It seems you this misinformed concept that you and I are friends.” She says without emotion as she stares at you
>”You’re here to be my servant. I don’t need you to be my friend or treat me like one. I tell you to do things. You do them. That’s the kind of relationship we have.” She affirms to you
>The statement catches you by surprise, but somewhere in your mind it was also true
>you apologize to her
>She sighs and heads back upstairs
>”I’m not hungry today” she says as you hear the door shut behind her
>You dont see her for the rest of the day, much to your dismay
>instead you do menial tasks and eventually head to bed, still confused at what just transpired


>That night, your dreamless sleep is interrupted in the middle of the night by a rustling sound
>You wearily get up from the couch, annoyed by what could be making that sound
>you rub the sleep out of your eyes and proceed into the kitchen
>The sight immediately wakes you up
>You find manticore standing above the trashcan with a plate and fork in hand
>on the plate and the fork is are pieces of the destroyed cake she had thrown away earlier
>her expression is nothing but shock as she stares at you
>sweatdrops everywhere
>You don’t say anything as you move to the cupboard and get a plate for yourself
>Taking a fork, you cut manticores cake in half and put it on your own plate
>She still dosnt say anything, frozen in embarrassment as you begin to eat the cake
>You mention that it was good cake
>She dosnt say anything as she takes another nibble on the cake
>She barely nods, and instead the two of you eat the destroyed cake in silence
>Eventually the two of you finish your cake and place the dishes in the sink
>you mention that she should probably have some water before she went back to bed as you went back to your own couch
>but as you slide back into the couch you feel something heavy fall on top you
>its manticore
>”Don’t say anything” she says in a low tone as she too crawls beneath the blanket with you
>To surprised to offer a rebuttal, you merely node as she gets comfy atop you
>shes warm, her breasts press against your chest and your natural reaction is to wrap your arms around her, being careful to not entangle her wings
>she dosnt say anything as she closes her eyes and begins to drift asleep
>This it seems, was better than any dream as the two of you embrace each other and fall into a deep sleep


>The next few weeks the two of you seem to grow closer
>You begin to teach her the fine arts of cooking and how to do her own laundry
>the two of you begin to play games together regularly
>gone are the days when she would randomly ambush you
>You even still give her baths when she asks for it, although she never does anything to you
>At least you still get an awesome show from her with S.S. Rubber Ducky and U-271
>This all changes one day when you arrive home from grocery shopping
>Manticore is standing atop the stares her arms crossed as she stares at you intently
>something was definitely off
>Suddenly she throws something at you, it clatters to your feet
>a police badge
>your police badge
>But that’s impossible
>You instantly reach to your ankle and feel your badge wedged in the sock
>But that’s impossible
>”So were you going to tell me any time soon or were you just going to lead me on like a dog leash the whole time?” she asks menacingly, her spiked tail writhing behind her like in the days you first met her
>You never had plans to inform her you were a cop because you never thought it was important
>manticore dosnt say anything as she strides down the stairs, her arms still crossed as she stares at you angrily
>”I’ll give you once chance to walk away before I really get mad.” She threatened, her claws slowly growing larger
>You reaffirm that you had done nothing wrong and that being a police officer had nothing to do with anything
>The right hook sends you flying across the living room
>”It’s you bastards that did this to me! I did nothing wrong!” she roars as she jumps atop you, driving her knees into your gut, you could feel something crack as you struggled to fight back
>”You’re just trying to frame me like all the other humans in that damn police station!” you feel yourself be picked up and thrown across the room again, this time landing through the table
>it shatters under your weight
>"I live my life alone, by myself without bothering anyone! And yet you people always try to blame us for everything!"
>Her tails whips around and slams you across the face
>But you dont go down
>You assume a fighting stance and prepare to fight her off


>an hour later you arrive back at the police station covered in blood and bruises
>many of your coworkers gives you a concerned look as you force yourself into the police chiefs office and slam the door shut behind you
>the police chief was in the middle of scaring down a doughnut when you drops it at your arrival
>”Ah hello officer. I see the manticore did quite a number on you.” He said happily for some reason
>you could guess why
>”Don’t worry son. With this, we’ll finally get her locked up for good and off the streets.” He said as he began to write something down
>You slam your hands down on the desk, demanding to know what her crime was
>The police chief merely looks up at you exasperated
>”A human was seen at an ATM withdrawing what appeared to be his life savings. Right behind him was the manticore. A few days later the man was nowhere to be seen or found. That manticore was the last one to see him alive. But she refused to come with us for questioning so we tagged her with obstructing the law.”
>he began to rummage through the desk as he began to look for something
>”But after this little debacle, we’ll finally take her down for good. Especially after attacking a police officer.  She should know better.” He said confidently to himself
>you throw your police badge on the table
>”Whats this supposed to mean?” the police chief asked quizzically
>You take out the police badge hidden in your sock and also throw it on the table
>Two of your badges are on the desk
>The chief seems unsettled as he picked up both
>”Ah yes. Well…we were unhappy at how long this case was going on. So we …decided to speed it up a bit.” He said placing the badges aside
>”You have to understand officer. Their kind dosnt belong on the streets. Nobody likes manitcores, not even other monster girls. You’re lucky to have survived this long against that monster. You know how their kind is.


>You arrive back at manticore’s home some time later
>You don’t bother to open the door as there is no front door left, nor most of the front of the house
>You make your way inside to find manticore sitting on the couch, holding an ice bag to her head
>she was also bloodied and bruised up but in much better shape than you
>you flop down beside her exhausted both physically and mentally
>”So how did it go?” manticore asks weakly, her tail barely moving
>You explain to her what had happened
>She suddenly jolts up from her chair, alarmed
>”You killed him!?” she yells out surprised
>Well maybe, you couldn’t find a pulse after your repeatedly punched the police chief's face into the ground but you assumed his fat rolls and gotten in the way
>at most he suffered heart attack
>She merely laughs as she settles back down next to you
>you find her paws was holding tightly to your hand
>you grip it tightly as you tell her that there would be consequences
>She smiles at you squeezing
>You don’t know how long the two of you stay like this but eventually three black SUVS arrive at your house
>They came faster than you expected
>but surprisingly what comes out one of the SUVS is  two humans, male and female, an oni monster girl and a Centaur monster girl
>the oni comes up to you, looking quite important
>”You’re the police officer was assigned to watch over this manticore are you not?” she says pushing up her dark sunglasses
>You identify yourself and manticore’s wings and tails suddenly flair up next to you, preparing for a fight


>The oni reaches out and grabs your hand, shaking it quite suddenly
>”Then on behalf of the Monster Girl Association for the Advancement of Equal Rights, we’d like to thank you for your wonderful service for monster girls everywhere” she said handing the two of you a lollipop from her coat pocket
>Confused, the two of you take it
>Oni continues “We’ve actually suspected the police department here to be discriminating against monster girls. And it’s thanks to you that we finally have the proof we need to shut them down. At least until properly reorganized.”
>The oni monster girl suddenly leans down and using just her bare hands snaps off the GPS ankle bracelet that manticore had been forced to wear
>You ask her if that was legal
>The oni monster girl merely shrugs “We’re a federal agency of the government. We can supersede a lot of things.”
>she begins to take out a slip of paper and scribbles something on it
>”This should be enough for reparations and cover the damages” the oni continues as it hands you the check with a quite a few zeros on it
>”Now if you will excuse me, I gotta go pick up a feral wolf girl.” she said doing a hand motion, that caused the other three agents to hop into their vehicles and drive off
>as quickly as they had come the three black SUVS had driven off again leaving the two of you alone in your dilapidated house
>Well that was odd
>You look over to manticore, who was just as befuddled as you albeit slightly more sad
>you ask her whats wrong
>”Well…now theres nothing to stop you from leaving.” She says wistfully
>”Your free now, just like how I’m free now.” She says wiggling her free foot
>you scratch your head
>you notice the ring that you were awarded when you graduated the police academy
>it was simple design, you didnt want it to be too flashy
>you considered it one of your greatest accomplishments in your life
>You take her paw and place it there
>Manticore seems confused
>you  quickly explain how human marriage customs work
>manticore instantly blushes but takes the ring and holds it close to her chest
>she leans agasint you, her shoulder pressing against yours
>”Hey…do you know how manticores  propose marriage?” she asks in a low tone
>Her face is red as she smiles evilly at you
>You could feel her tail slowly wrap around your leg, the spines retracted of course as she hugged you tighter
>Oh yes…now you remember


>Some time later
>you manage to carry manticore over the threshold of your hotel rooms door, her tail wrapped around your waist as you heaved her over to the bed
>”Hey, I’m not that heavy arnt I?” she said with her arms held behind your neck using you as support
>You wouldn’t dare tell your newlywed wife that, but she should at least stop eating all the junk food
>With your house still in need of repaired, the two of you opted for a lavish hotel in the upper part of town
>a single nights stay was enough to break your wallet, but with the reparations from the Monster Girl Association for the Advencement of Equal Rights, staying a night or two wouldn’t hurt
>You finally make your way to the bed and toss her on it, where she immediately sank into the soft mattress
>Your wedding ceremony was rather small, seeing as she had no friends or family to attend and you yourself didn’t invite many of your own guests
> But it was still a merry celebration as you wed your waifu
>she couldn’t help but blush the entire time as you slipped the ring on one of her fingers
>With the human marriage ceremony complete, now it was time to honor the manticore’s traditional marriage ceremony
>before you even remove your jacket, a coiled tail suddenly picks you up and tosses you on the bed
>the softness of the bed causes you to immediately bounce but soon you feel her weight on your hips as she straddles you, your paws pinning your shoulders down as she stares hungrily at you
>”You know it was really embarrassing standing up there in this dress.” She said, a twisted smile on her redden face
>You knew, she was shaking the entire time
>”And I saw the way you kept staring at my cleavage too” she said as she slowly began to unbutton your shit and jacket and pull it off
>You knew that too, you made sure she would notice
>She had pulled your shoes off now, and was busy pulling off your pants
>”So I hope your prepared for the consequences” she said as she suddenly ripped your underwear off you, exposing your diamonds
>she seems transfixed on it, her eyes growing hungry as she gently grasped it with one of her paws
>it was interesting texture, like soft supple leather as she began to stroke it softly in her hands
>”Ah, theres already precum too.” She said as she suddenly leaned forward and licked the tip of your dick.
>your writhing only seemed to get her more excited
>She straddles you again, and you could feel the hot wetness of her lips caress your dick as she slowly rocks herself on it
>You ask her what happened to her underwear
>”I wasn’t wearing any. Theres no point if you were just going to rip them off afterwards. Look” she said as she lifts the front of her dress to you, exposing her white lace garter belt, stockings and naked wet pussy, her lips gliding up and down across your dick
>You cant help but push yourself against her at the erotic sight, and she laughs again as she pushes back
>she leans forward, enjoying your frustration as she began to circle her tongue around one of your exposed nipples, causing your to gasp loudly at the odd sensation



>You fight back, bringing your arms beneath her dress and grabbing her haunches, pulling her forward onto you, giving you enough room to finally impale her with your rod
>she instantly yelps, her mouth agape as she grows accustomed to you, her eyes fluttering in pleasure
>she was hot, the sensation much different than her tail
>she leans back, her face red as stares at you flustered
>”Your gonna pay for that” she said coyly as she raised her hips, leaving only your head inside her before slamming back down atop you
>the effect was exhilarating as she began to bounce atop you, taking the lead
>You hold on to her hips for dear life as she ruthlessly began to ride you, gyrating her hips in every possible motion at varying speeds
>You lean up, grabbing the front of her dress with your teeth and pulling them down, freeing her breasts
>you could feel every fold caress your dick, and she would always yelp whenever she took the entirety of your shaft
>the sight of a lustful manticore in a defiled wedding dress riding atop you is too much as you begin to feel yourself to reach your climax
>she seems to feel it too as she picks up speed
>”You better not come before me!” she says half commandingly, half in a lustful haze as she rides you faster
>you quickly reciprocate, pounding your hips into her, hilting her, and meeting her every thrust
>Eventually the added pleasure causes the two of you to climax at the same time, your fluids colliding together inside of her
>”Its hot…its really really hot” she said as she clutched her stomach as your continued to thrust into her, ensuring that every bit of your seed was left inside her
>The two of you collapse back on to the bed, breathing heavily while you clutched her within your arms
>You could feel her warm drool drip onto her chest as she was lost in a pleasurable trance
>after a few minutes of resting she wiped her mouth off, and pinned your shoulders again as she stared down at you
>”You’re my mine now husband.” She says laying claim to you
>You only smile as wrap your arms around her and claim her lips for yourself