MGS3.0 story

I sat down and browsed my usual internet websites I come across the familiar ‘Monster Girl Survival’ thread that once used to be a regular site, but had dwindled down in recent times. I always enjoyed indulging myself in thoughts and dreams of other lives as the daydreamer that I were and usually participated in these quite often. I had even submitted some part of it that had stuck for it since early times which I was very happy with. Opening up the thread I notice the roster of it had grown quite a lot since I had last seen it. And although none of them interested me, I still decided to I write down my choice of monstergirl to be. The odd thing is, something actually happened this time. As I hit the submit button the monitor seems to react, as if it had been waiting for my response for an infernal contract or some other ungodly deal to take place. A cord I had not noticed, or that might have only come to existence shortly before I realized it started to emit a faint purple glow. And as I lowered my head to see where this cord was connected, I saw that at least one of the ends of the cord was going into the wall. That made me sure of it, these cords were definitely not something I had put there.  There were no cords embedded into my walls prior save for the ones for my power outlets. And those were near the floor, not at desktop height.

 

As I was asserting this to myself, this oddly glowing cord was spreading itself. It was not quite inside the wall, more like it was a plant growing and covering the wall more and more while it started spreading into other smaller tendrils or roots. My head was filling itself with all kinds of small and insignificant thoughts about what analogy I should use for it, possibly in a vain effort to take my mind off the actual event taking place in front of me.

 

I only managed to push the realism and the absurdity out of my mind for what felt like the most miniscule amount of time. Instead I seemed to get woozy and I dazed off into daydreaming about what could actually be happening while my heart was filled with halves of excitement and fear. I did not even notice that the glowing cords as they were now had reached the terrace door and were gathering there.

 

As I snapped myself out of my daydreams I noticed it. The terrace door next to me, well it was not much of a terrace more like a full sized window with a railing outside to prevent falling, had now been completely encircled by these purple cords. But I had the feeling that the amalgamation of various reds, purples and dark, black nuances did not lead me out to the oh-so familiar view of the street or the railing I had come to know so well.

My first thought was to pack a bag, who could know what was beyond the portal in my terrace door? Then the thought occurred to me that I did not know how long this portal would be there, a fright crept up on me that was greater than the one I had for the unknown that lay beyond the portal. The feeling that if you did not hurry up that you would be left alone - left behind. I started to fiddle with the door, cursing its tendency to not unlock and open properly.

 

As soon as the mechanism in the door locked into the right position I flung the door up. I had prepared myself to simply run through it without a thought, but as I stood and looked upon it, it seemed to have grown much more intimidating, the reality of the situation before me much more daunting than when it had lain behind a thin combination of glass and metals. Still I dared myself to venture forth, to force my finger through the portal to – as you say ‘test the waters’.

 

The sensation of probing into the portal was not exactly painful as some might have had it. Sure it was not comfortable. It felt like having a bandage or a piece of tape getting ripped off my skin, or the sensation of trying to fit your finger into something it was not quite meant to fit into. I told myself that now there was no way back. I had taken the first step inside and that pulling myself out would not let me come back whole.

A childish notion, sure – I thought to myself, but if that is what I needed to force my way through the fear I felt for what could be beyond then it was not the immaturity or stupidity of my thoughts that I cared about. It was getting through that portal that was the objective and nothing else mattered.

 

“Well,” I told myself “it hurts less when you rip it off in one go right?” I was trying to convince myself to take the plunge in one go. Whether I had convinced some part of myself or not, at least I stirred and grabbed hold of both sides of the doorframe, with both of my hands now at least halfway through the portal I started rocking my entire body forwards and backwards “Ok here I go.” I was still talking to myself, “three...  two… one…”

I do not know whether it was because I could focus on the numbers and stop thinking, I do not know if the fear I had had been stronger than me or not, but I instantly regretted what I had done. It might be tolerable when you only try a finger or something small like that, but as I plunged into the dark portal it felt as though my entire skin was being ripped off and clamped into something much smaller than what it was supposed to. My eyes closed in pain and I gritted my teeth as my entire body got a strong, short shot of pain.

 

I had no time to feel sorry or focus on the pain, the travel through the portal had not been long and in fact if I had not gone through it myself I would not have realized that there had been any travel at all. This of course meant that my idiotic leap through my terrace door meant I also had to land on the ground again, to which I was awarded a fall right on my face onto the ground as I had failed to steady myself on my new, no doubt cloven hooves. I was certainly already sure that I had lost two fingers on each hand, paws, claws… whatever you would call them.

 

I lay there for a while trying to process what I had just gone through. My eyes still closed as I lay there flat on my stomach, hands in front of my head where they lay comfortably. The wind was in my hair and the grass was soft, I heard a faint rattling of chains from somewhere not too far away. I could feel the sun shining down on me from somewhere above. No smells in the air but the faint smell of summer air.

 

When I arose shortly after I decided to look myself over, wondering what the portal had actually changed me into looking. To my surprise (and joy), the clothes were recognizable. I had had them in my mind for a time now which was a very pleasant surprise. Having to go to a tailor or whatever this place had and get some new clothes when you have no money would have been difficult, to say the least.

 

Going over the clothes I presumed I had had when I noticed the distinct puffy purplish sleeves from my mind had confirmed the entire outfit was there. The red cloth sewed onto the otherwise comfy purple dress also concealed a few pockets. A belt was making sure that the dress stayed close to my body and did not flutter too much in the wind. The dress went down to a bit above my knees, which were now covered with fur all the way down to my hooves, I was glad to have some modesty there as well. And even the cape was laid over the rest in the same red as the hanging cloth, although it felt heavier than I imagined.

 

As I quickly went over the rest of the features that had not been covered, the fluffy tail, the floppy ears and the curvy horns. I started to survey my surroundings. Apparently I had landed on high ground within a mass of boulders. I considered myself lucky that I had not jumped face first into one of them and knocking myself out, or worse hurting myself. When I stood up on one of the smaller boulders I scouted the landscape. A huge wide open mass of land lay before me with mountains cutting off my vision here and there. Much of it seemed to have been damaged in ages past, there seemed to be notable craters lying scattered on the ground, although now overgrown they were still clearly visible.

 

An utterly gargantuan looking crater also lied in the distance. I would have called what I saw in it a lake if it did not seem more like a sea. It was still far away and I was higher up than the edge of the crater went, it was obviously not a natural formation. I could swear that I could also spot towers on one of the slope of the crater and it an uneducated guess left me thinking that where the crater was there might once have laid a city. One thing was for sure now there was nothing more but a hill circling a sea ending in a sudden cliff, many parts of the hill having cracked open as the ground must have been forced away from the center of the crater in ages past.

 

In my more immediate vicinity I found myself a dirt road. I almost felt like it was cause for celebration as my mind clicked in the information that dirt roads meant that there was civilization. Moreover what looked like a wooden power cable was jutting out of the ground as well. Although the cable part would not ring completely true, as the source of the rattling noise became apparent. It was chains that were held up by these wooden poles. When I neared them I could faintly hear the humming of electricity, which excited me as I realized whatever civilization there was it may have electrical machinery.

 

All in all my confidence in myself and my own situation had grown, I felt relaxed about where I was. I knew where I was going to go, as one end of the road went down towards the city on the hill of the crater in the vast distance away. I was just going to try and test out this new body and get used to it for a while before venturing forth. I was sure that I had received more than visual changes to myself. I could feel it within me as I relaxed and took another glance at the sunny day in this new world.

 

It was going to be an adventure.