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fuck this shit

>>4342871
lol

>>4342871
That's more like Mokou and Reimu

>>4342871
damn

like this

>>4342959
>I would guess this is another character from the series. I don't know who though.

Are you fucking kidding me?

>>4342947
So cute-
HNRRRGH.

>>4342986
SaHa don't exactly strike me as one who would have known what Touhou even was three years ago.

>>4342947
but this is keine...

>>4342896
Well, Rei IS a miko that uses fire magic. I guess you have a point.

>>4342959
>>4342986
hahahaha

>>4343010
so he translated it without knowing anything about touhou? how nice of him.

>>4343010
How about writing nothing then?

There are people who:
a) know it's Touhou and fap to it because of that reason and therefore know it's Kaguya.
b) don't know anything or little about Touhou and don't care either way.

>>4342997
What is......?!

>>4343020
Commissions herpaderp

>>4343043

which is better, kaguyaXmokou, or mokouXkaguya?

>>4343071

Kaguya x Mokou.

Mokou is better submissive, with the fiery uber-tsuntsundere she has going.

>>4343057
Looking back on the past few months, you wonder just how it all managed to turn out like this...

One day you were swooning over the most beautiful woman in the village, and the next you were actually taking her out on a date. Years from now, you know you'll still regard that moment when she first said “yes” to be one of the happiest days of your life. And to think, all it took was mustering up all of your courage, downing a shot or two, using all your willpower to hold down your crushing fear of rejection, and just flat-out ask her.

In hindsight, you probably should have wondered at just how smoothly it all happened. I mean, that she said yes to you, of all people is enough of a miracle, but for her to not even have been seeing anyone else at the time? What are the odds? It's not as if she isn't well-liked by just about everyone, and you would think guys would be practically tearing each other apart to get a chance to go out with her. But then again, maybe it's that very perception that caused most guys to shy away from her, believing her to be too far out of their league for her to even give them the time of day. Could this be, as they say, what separates the men from the boys? Those who merely dream, and those who dare to make those dreams reality?

>>4343081
In any case, your gamble paid off, and for it you've enjoyed three months of romantic bliss with the most wonderful woman you have ever known. Oh, there were hurdles to overcome, of course. Keine's friend, the health-nut hobo, being one of them. While you could understand the desire to protect her friend from any undue harm or heartbreak, the intricate detail in which she described the assorted horrors that you would experience if you ever so much as made her cry seemed a tad excessive. The portion about what would happen specifically to your genitals, complete with shockingly graphic visual aids, was especially horrific. To this day you still can't look at a rice ball without breaking into a cold sweat.

The biggest obstacle, however, had surprisingly come from Keine herself. Most of the time, she's as warm and caring as she's always been, but about once a month something in her seems to...change. While still still appears to enjoy spending time with you, you can't help but notice her becoming increasingly moody and distant as the night of the full moon approaches.

>>4343082
At first you wondered if it was some hormonal thing, but you think flat-out refusal to so much as see you is perhaps a bit too extreme for it to be something like that. You also wondered if it really did have something to do with her work, as she claimed to be the case, and the mounting stress that can come along with it. You certainly can appreciate how taxing crunch-time can be. Finally, you wondered if it had anything to do with the way that on the night of the full moon she transforms into a creature that can alter history at will, if by “transform” you mean “looks exactly the same as normal, but with horns and a tail and a different-colored dress”. As if that were a big secret around here. Really now, if you're not clued in to the fact that your village's self-appointed protector sprouts horns and a tail once a month, you just aren't paying attention.
Though you were certain that she was well-aware of her condition being public knowledge, the idea of her trying so hard to keep something so widely known a secret strikes you as being rather cute, in a way.

And so you began to ask to come over to be with her on her “special nights”. At first she was resistant, explaining that she just had too much work to take care of and how unfair it would be for you to have to be there if she were in a bad mood, but you were resolute. You told her you didn't care how boring the wait for her to finish her work for the night might be, nor how much of a bad mood she might be in when she was done. If you could do anything at all to help make her night better, or even help relieve any stress she might have, you wanted to be there for her, no matter what. As her eyes began to tear up, and as she proceeded to wrap her arms around you in the tightest hug you've ever felt from her, you knew from the bottom of your heart that this was the right thing to do.
And so, on the night of the full moon, you made your way to Keine's home on the edge of town, a bouquet of flowers and bottle of wine in your hands. Though you wondered if this was really going to happen, upon finding that her front door was indeed unlocked, you knew she was not going to turn you away tonight. Letting yourself in, as she had told you to do, you announce your presence, and are greeted by the sound of your love's voice from down the hall, telling you to make yourself comfortable as it would be a while before she was finished. Being the good, considerate gentleman you are, you do as you are told and occupy yourself reading a nearby book.

>>4343094
After what must have been hours of patient waiting, you hear a door open and close from down the darkened hall, and hear the voice of your dearest speak, apologizing for taking so long, to which you reply it was no trouble at all.

After a brief silence, her voice once again comes from the end of the hall.
“Are you sure about this? I don't want you to feel you have to be here if you do no-”
You cut her off before she can finish and tell her that you're certain, you've never been more certain than anything before in your life, and that nothing is going to change that.
When she speaks again, you can practically hear the tears falling down.
“Thank you...you have no idea how happy that makes me. Well then, in that case, let us begin.”

Begin? Begin wha-

But before you can even finish your mental question, your eyes barely register the image of a greenish blur rushing towards you, striking with a force that reminds you of that time you ran head-first into a boulder on a dare. With pain surging through your skull, you black out and lose consciousness.

>>4343099
You don't know how long you were out, but it couldn't have been long, as the moonlight streaming in through the windows of the now-darkened room tell you it's clearly still night. More pressing than the question of how long you have been unconscious, however, is the question of why you were now completely naked below the waist. Where the hell are your pants?! You don't have to wonder long, however, as the answer soon presents itself in the form of a clearly-transformed Keine standing in the doorway, bouquet of flowers and bottle of wine in hand. Even in the dim moonlight, you can clearly see that she is no longer in her usual dress but is now wearing your pants. You're almost positive that it's your underwear that she now has tied in a bow around one of her horns, too. As she stands staring at you, completely silent but for the sounds of her chewing on the flowers and taking the occasional swig of wine, you notice that about the only thing of yours she isn't wearing, and for that matter the only other thing she seems to be wearing at all, is a strange set of shoulder pads, the kind you occasionally saw young men wearing while playing certain sports.

Forgetting all about your half-naked state, you quickly get to your feet, and are about to ask what the hell is going on when your beloved, having finished her meal, tosses the chewed-upon stems to the floor, polishes off the rest of the wine, and begins to approach you, her red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

>>4343106
“Keine, darling, wh-what's come over you?” you barely manage to stammer out.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUGHAAAAGH! YOU BEST BRACE YO SELF CAUSE YOU IN MY HOUSE NOW! THERE AIN'T NO GETTING OFF THIS TRAIN YOU'RE ON, BABY! YOU'RE ON THE TRAIN! THE PAIN TRAIN, OOOOOOOOHYEEEEEEEAH! HERE IT COMES, COMIN' TO PUNCH YO TICKET! WOOOOOOOOOOWOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Moving almost too fast for your eyes to follow, you find yourself once again on the floor, this time face-down, and before you can even cry out, you feel the unmistakable sensation of something being forcibly inserted into your rectum.

“OH YEAH, BABY! WE'RE BRINGIN' THA RAIN! RAIN ON THA' TRAIN LIKE WE WAS IN SPAIN! HOOOOOOOOOOOWAAAAAAGH!”
As much as you would love to question what the hell she is talking about, you find yourself far too distracted by the way she has begun to thrust what you are now fairly certain is the bottle of wine in and out of your lower bowel.

“AAAWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
What the fuck, now a wolf?! As she removes the bottle from your ass and flips you over onto your back, you realize you're going to be having trouble sitting for a good couple of weeks after this.

>>4343114
“OH WHAT'S THAT WE HAVE HERE, LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE DIDN'T DO THEIR HOMEWORK! UUUUUUNGH! UUUUUUUUUUNGH!” she screams at either you or your now-erect cock. You can't quite tell which. Wait, why the fuck is this making you hard, anyway?
Goddamn prostate stimulation. God. Fucking. Damn.
“YA DON'T DO THA HOMEWORK, YO GONNA GET WORKED HOME, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUGUUUGAHAAAHAHA!” she continues, and just before she slams her head right into your crotch. Repeatedly.
The good news is, you've completely forgotten about the literal pain in your ass. The bad news is, you're now singing falsetto.

“WE PACKING IT ALL UP IN THIS BITCH, DAT JOE FRAYZUH CAN'T STEP TO THIS NONE, UH-UHN, BABY! AHM THA MASTAH OF ANAL DISASTAH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAUH!”
“W-wait! Wait!” you can barely yell out from all of the pain you're now feeling.
“AIN'T NO WAITING ON THE TRAIN, BABY! YO GET ON OR YO ASS DON'T GET ON AT ALL! IT'S CAVE TIME, BABY!”
“NO KEINE! NO!”
“LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY-”


As your wailing cries echo throughout the village, many a man raises a glass in silent salute to one of their fallen brothers, one who dared make real his dreams of flying, and came too close to the sun.
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Shamelessly stolen from somewhere else.

>>4343119
tl;dr

>>4343122
ditto.

I entertain the idea of Keine becoming extremely horny on the full moon but don't appreciate the idea of her becoming a futanari or insane.

>>4343159
that's because you're gay

>>4343159
Agreed.

>>4343170
ofc course i'm gay. very soon detail about the details of touhou 13 will be availble to the moon reading public!

oh, you meant That way. sorry, i'm not a girl. i don't like futa->don'tlike dicks-> not gay.
and that is worse than that creepy meme. stop trying.

>>>4343159
>I entertain the idea of Keine becoming extremely horny on the full moon
>horny
I see what you did there.

>>4343189
>very soon detail about the details of touhou 13 will be availble to the moon reading public
Assume for a moment I am a total newfag (which I am) and tell me how we know this.

>>4343206
Common sense.

>>4343192
argh. how did i miss it.

>>4343214
To be honest I just got infected by the Touhou virus several months ago so I have no idea how the whole regular timeline works. All I know is ZUN releases a game once a year, I figure /jp/ would be more familiar with the details of the schedule.

>>4343280
hhhhhnnnnnnnngggggg

>>4343280
usually once a year, but occasionally he takes a break and its two or more