Is Erotica Considered An Essential Business?

 Originally posted on April 11, 2020 at https://ailovestogrow.wixsite.com/mysite/post/is-erotica-considered-an-essential-business

The most amazing thing about my life is that during this entire quarantine and CV fiasco, my daily routine has changed very little. I work in food manufacturing, which means my business is considered essential. So while I've been putting in more hours than I normally would to make up for sick coworkers and layoffs, I still get up, go to work, cash a paycheck, come home, watch anime with my spouse, write some porny novels. And then I talk to almost everyone I know and they are talking about how they are either going crazy from being cooped up at home or worried about having a job next month.

What I'm saying is that I'm thankful to have work and I'm thankful for all of you who are taking the time to read my absurd fetish fuel. I pray for all of you that are suffering during this time and I hope my silly stories can lighten your day a little.

Or, you know, help you get off, whatever works.

Listening to some Ghibli soundtracks right now, just finished Chapter 9. The new character made a different entrance than I was expecting, but otherwise a solid intro with various secretions oozing and spattering around. 11,000 words this week, I'm excited to see if I can get the next three chapters done in the next week. That will put me past Interlude 1 and into the next section of Book 2, a collection of chapters I have been salivating to write for over a month now. I'm trying to avoid saying anything about it, but it is going to be HUGE!

Also, for Book 3, I've been thinking about adding a tiny monster girl Race to the harem. Right now I've got her listed as Pixie, but I thought if any of you had a tiny Race you thought would work better, I'm all ears. All I really need is for her to be tiny, any other requests are possible at this point.

Speaking of the book, I thought it would be nice to put on some of a snippet of Chapter 1, just before the exciting new development is revealed.

The following is a work in progress, Editor-kun hasn't even glanced at it yet, it is subject to change radically in the coming months.

Yesterday Thursday, Aug 28th Late at night, after most everyone was in bed, Honoka was setting up her profile on a dating app. She was in one of the larger party rooms of the house the wives had converted into a collective office, Honoka sitting at her computer amid half a dozen other such stations. Welcome, HonoChanJ, to the Delver Dating App DoubleD. We understand life can be dangerous and hectic and sometimes it can be difficult finding love while covered in ichor. Connecting to that special monster hunter has never been easier with our 2000 point connection algorithm. LFG has now become LFLove. In Honoka’s opinion, the selfie she took was not flattering. Skinny, lacking most curves, pink blouse and white skirt gaining a bit more appeal because they looked a little small on her growing frame. The black woman’s one constant, the long straight black hair of her Japanese heritage with bangs just above her stunning cobalt eyes, acted like a weird stabilizing factor to a woman able to change so much about her body. Altogether, she looked young but not youthful, female but not feminine, exotic but not alluring. Just another person looking for another person.

This last week, decompressing the aftermath of Bone Castle and Enoch and Heralds, Honoka was only beginning to realize how out of her depth she was swimming. Specifically, where did Honoka fit in not only the world but within her own family? Diane brewed the potions that kept sex safe and fun while also keeping them alive, healthy and then the rest got sold to the public for a profit. Padmava and her children were running the storefront, getting all the potions and milk sold and keeping the revenue stream of the family going. Quinn ran the Becoming Monsters guild and with Dolly and Miaka their delving hauls provided around a fourth of the total family income as well as kept alchemical and house upkeep costs down. Miaka also doubled as the family security officer, too often had they been attacked and Miaka was determined to keep them all safe. Banda provided milk for sale as well as for Honoka’s daily food budget and even Eve was tracking all their various finances and budgeting everything between taking online college courses.

Then there were all the chores each wife performed. Quinn cooked their food, including keeping track of everyone’s special dietary needs. Padmava maintained the home and grounds, Aruna took care of the shopping and Jaya was in charge of Honoka’s morning feedings. Banda cleaned up after everyone and generally kept the rooms immaculate. Diane was monitoring and keeping track of everyone’s Class and Harmony levels, having a tight rein on who does who, when and for how long so no wife felt neglected. Miaka had everyone up early every morning to work out and train in combat. Eve had remained the gofer, filling in when another wife needs a little help. And Dolly took on laundry, though she doesn’t care for the task and trades Aruna for shopping packhorse whenever she gets the chance. Which left Honoka as...what?

It was a building anxiety that Honoka was receiving all this help and assistance but getting buried in the expectation that she needed to be focused on the Big Picture. As if she was too important to do dishes. Only Honoka wasn’t sure what the big picture was. In some ways the former architect was fine with the current grind: wake up, eat food, have sex, level up. However, eating away at her soul was the need to do more, to be more.

*ring ring*

*tap* “Honoka.”

“Why are you still awake?” Miaka asked, her voice drowning in the sound of a crowd in the background. “Isn’t it midnight in Boston?”

“Isn’t it...early afternoon in Japan?” Honoka responded, typing into her computer to finish her dating profile. “Shouldn’t you be...having a late lunch?”

“That comeback was weak sauce.” A loud PA was saying something in the background. “My flight just arrived in LAX, only one more hop and I’m home. Anyway, other than a major missing-you heartache going on, I have important news.”

“Uh huh,” Honoka replied, paying only half attention as she answered such pressing dating questions as do you think of yourself as a Red/White or Blue/Yellow person?

“Somehow, my grandparents and your grandparents got on the phone and became best friends. Now your grandparents have chartered an entire jet and they’re flying both clans to Boston. Your mom got involved and the Hondas are flying in every other relative and family friend of every wife to Boston as well. They plan on having them all invade our lives for a month before ending in a massive wedding ceremony.”

“Uh huh.”

“Honoka!”

“What?”

Miaka repeated herself, this time with Honoka paying attention. By the time the owl woman had finished Honoka went three shades paler and hyperventilated. “How come...why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?!” Honoka wasn’t handling this news well at all.

“I didn’t know they were plotting this! I got this news in a text when I stepped off my flight!”

“Grr, my mother is behind this,” Honoka grumbled, putting her phone on speaker so she could open up a text to Uzume Jefferson. “She warned someone I don’t like big family events and probably planned on telling me an hour before the plane lands.” Both women were silent as Honoka wrote her passive aggressive text to her mother. Finally, sending the text, the black woman sighed and ducked her head to rub her temples.

“I’m sorry,” Honoka said, feeling immensely tired at the moment. “This isn’t your fault or even your doing. Even if this sounds like the most horrible thing ever, at least I got a little warning and the even bigger bonus is you’ll be home soon.” Honoka shifted in her seat, adjusting the bloody pad stuck to her Bloody Panties and grimaced from another wave of cramps. “Also not your fault I’m on day three of my monthly appointment with Aunt Flo.”

“Right, should have remembered your time was this week from the Red Calendar. My uterus cries out in empathy. See you soon. Loves!”

Ending the call, Honoka sat and stared at her computer screen, groaning a bit from her menstruation. It wasn’t fair, one half of her genitalia was bleeding and bloated (in a very definite unsexy way), making her want to curl in a blanket and mope with a tub of ice cream. The other half smelled her blood and dead tissue cocktail and wanted to see if there were any other hemorrhaging women in the house willing to let in some dick. That strange duality of Honoka’s instincts had led to the creation of the Red Calendar, a simple list of everyone’s predicted ovulation and menstruation cycles so those who were super randy were taken care of and those women in agony could lock themselves in their rooms and watch Pride And Prejudice under a heating pad.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t like the futa-girl was having her first period. Despite what sitcoms fantasized, a woman’s life continues regardless of cramps and blood. Honoka moved her focus back to wondering what she was going to do.

To her mind, there was just no letting up. Hundreds of people would be coming to visit her and the wives yet the only major concern she had was that no one had bothered to tell her earlier. Honoka’s wives were all so capable, they would immediately and efficiently deal with the entire thing so thoroughly Honoka felt all she’d have to do is stand at the front gate and shake a few hands.

It all came back to this whole idea of the big picture, which is why after a minute more of moping Honoka got back to answering inane questions for the dating app. Honoka was still typing when Diane came into the room.

“Hey, sexy, you coming to bed?” Diane asked, wearing a fetching bit of red satin bra and panties that matched her hair, the shimmering fabric begging some hands to run along them before being discarded for other activities. And the succubus looked like she was ready for other activities, coming around behind the chair and draping herself across the back, wings folding down like a warm blanket and her green tail lightly rubbing against Honoka’s thigh.

“You look a lot better,” Honoka said, her skirt rising a bit as she got a little hard, one hand casually reaching up and finding a nipple under the bra, twirling it around as she clicked a bit, finishing the profile setup.

“This last week was awful, I don’t think I’ve ever been that sick. And on top of everything else, a couple handjobs between a fingering or two is barely enough to live on. My Hunger’s super low and I need a good solid dicking tonight so I can put this whole mess behind me.” Pausing, leaning forward and resting her boobs on Honoka’s head, she pointed with a wing at the screen. “By the way, what’s up with the dating app?”

“I figured out what I can do.” Honoka closed the browser window and brought up the spreadsheets she had ready, showing Diane what she had been working on for the last week. “Everyone is working so hard, I’ve felt a bit useless when it comes to dealing with Heralds and everything else, like you all expect me to take care of it.”

“That’s not...”

“I know,” Honoka interrupted, tweaking a nipple as she smiled and highlighted her data. “Doesn’t change how I feel or the reality our number one long term problem is we need more girls.”

“And because powerful Races don’t usually visit the clubs, you figure your best bet is a dating app? Makes sense. If you need a wingwoman, hit me up: succubi make the best arm candy.”

“I’ll start swiping tomorrow, see if there are any fish in the sea that want to join a harem.” The black woman closed down her programs and put the computer to sleep, turning around and giving Diane’s fun bags a good squeeze. “Until then, wouldn’t want to neglect my prospective wingwoman.”

Diane, her smile pure hunger, leaned forward and wrapped her tail around Honoka’s waist. The pair didn’t get to their bed for another hour but both were pleasantly satiated and exhausted when they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning brought the big surprise to the entire family.

And there you have it, hope this is enough to tide you guys over for now, it is about a fourth of the whole chapter. At the pace I'm going, the first draft for the main story will be finished around June, probably get the dream sequence done in July, then its off the Editor-kun. Depending on his schedule, it will probably be done-ish around September/October, then I'll be spending quite a bit of time transfering all the Status pages onto Photoshop pages and working on the final formatting. Tenative (please don't hate me if I'm wrong) release date of Book 2...November 2020? I really want it to be this year, that way I've got 2 books under my belt in 2020 and the third book will be probably done around the middle of 2021, plenty of time to recover from the second book and relax in that sweet, sweet Satisfactory world.

Keep harmonizing! #ailovestogrow #chapterpreview #haremwifevote #eroticaisessential