Captain Underpants Monster Novels & Stories

I can't believe I'm going to take another cold shower all because I'm resisting myself from f*cking little bunny. The monster is standing tall, refusing to fall down. It's so huge and hard like a rock. I slowly started moving my palm through it, stroking it gently. A soft moan escaped my lips as I rub the monster in a swift motion. At last, the white discharge flipped through the tiny opening at the top of the monster, I breathed heavily and threw my head backwards.

he complains as he throw himself at the couch. “Anyway, I had a long day crybaby” I say to him. “I took a visit to the Gaylord’s territory and you would never believe what I saw” I start narrating to him the entire story. “Try me” he says arrogantly. “I think Gaylord is creating an army of monsters, he feeds them with humans and stores them at his basement” I say to him. “Huh, are monsters even real” he says jokingly and I to stop him.

Captain giggled excitedly with no ounce of guilt. “No wonder I like you so much.” “Oh why thank you. Hahahaha.” Look at that…” One of the Mandrill Monkey shook his head. That angelic voice sighed. “There we go again.” His eyes plastered on Captain's delightful expression. “That sadistic homo sapian.” “That’s your captain, alright.” Brown slipped up his arm on that angelic voice. “You should be grateful, Petal.” Petal or that angelic voice just chuckled beautifully.

He had already bumped into her earlier, and after turning around to glare at the monster, his guess turned out to be right. The monster itself had green eyes and messy hair, and it was currently crawling out from a dune. Standing upright, she looked similar to a human at first glance. Closer inspection, however, anyone would definitely know that she was anything but. Still repeating the same line from before, Capra Nanny began slowly crawling toward Gerald with her long tongue—which was filled with rows of barbs on it and was occasionally dragged across the sand—hanging out. “C-Capra Nanny!” stuttered the Master of the Desert in fright as he instantly began kowtowing before her.

That creature was terrifying, and he didn't really bat an eyelash. I slowly relax my arms as Captain Bolis smiles and waves to the crowd happily. He looks beautiful with his white teeth and chocolate skin. There isn't a mark on him or a hair out of place. If I didn't see him kill that monster, I wouldn't believe it. He just fought something that would have eaten me, and it took him maybe forty seconds. "Close your mouth, human. The Buntes are the easiest of the creatures," Zor mumbles, and I look at her to find her smirking at me again.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

Though they had all avoided the route inhabited by many monsters, there was still a peak six-level monster that appeared to interrupt their journey. Sadly, it was a red ape dubbed as the most perverted monster in the eastern continent. The giant red ape liked to kidnap young girls for them to abuse in their lair. Usually, any woman captured by the giant red ape would never survive and would surely die because she was forced to do that humiliating thing by him. "This red ape turned out to be a male, it's appropriate that his nose is quite sensitive to women," Long Chen said, looking at the luxurious horse-drawn carriage.

he added with a chuckle. I swatted him on the shoulder. “My face is not bitchy.” “No it's not, it's beautiful.” Leaning over, Monster rubbed my ear lobe between his finger and thumb. Dropping his head, he made me shiver as his warm breath washed over. “Especially when you cum. And just imagine all the wickedly nasty things I could do to you under that skirt. No one would even know I was under there.” I laughed before I could help myself. In front of me, The Judge grumbled something before swinging himself out of the car and slamming the door with a few choice Italian words.

The monster was required to tell its victim its core rules. And those rules came in three parts. Being killed by the monster triggers a loop. The loop has a limit on the number of cycles. The monster can take human form. Three rules, neat and precise. As for the "extra" rule it had told me—that it could alter memories—that was nothing but a lie. The logic was simple. If every loop erased my memory, the monster had absolutely no need to tell me about the loop at all.

“Can you please stop acting like I’m trying to drag you into a cult? Just shower.” I kicked my shoes off and stalked past him. “You’re bossy.” “You’re difficult.” “Thank you.” “That wasn’t…..” I slammed the bathroom door in his face because petty keeps me alive. The shower felt like heaven and hell at once. Heaven because the hot water finally warmed up my skin. Hell because I didn’t have pads. Or tampons. Or anything. And I was not about to walk out wrapped in a towel and ask a six-foot-something hockey captain if he had menstrual supplies. I’d rather jump off his balcony.