SindriAndBale said: All the more reason to stay the fuck out of this world's desert area.
Hey, you can always fly instead; just try to find rocky ground to stay for the rests. In fact, it may also be a good idea to put up some wind traps and a refinery just in case House Harkonnen ah damnit I'm thinking of Dune again.
can she leave her bigger part or not? the nights in the desert are not hot and if water in the near or a cave that is dark and wet she must not worried to dry out.
So is there a really, really big and really, really old one of these somewhere out in Monsterworld's desert, who can be summoned by a gigantic 'Hammer' to take down a millions-of-years-old 160-meter-tall mechanical abomination that's making trouble?
DKN116 said: So is there a really, really big and really, really old one of these somewhere out in Monsterworld's desert, who can be summoned by a gigantic 'Hammer' to take down a millions-of-years-old 160-meter-tall mechanical abomination that's making trouble?
And the 160-meter-tall mechanical alien squid-bug would have breasts and a vagina, of course.
Popebug said: And the 160-meter-tall mechanical alien squid-bug would have breasts and a vagina, of course.
No, going by the rules that this world operates on, there's always a human-sized "normal" form, but things that are huge, like dragons, can just transform to their giant sizes where they're full-on monsters again.
... Presumably with transformation sequences... and a need to "charge up" with gratuitous Deus Sex Machina.
(That or "real bodies" like the worm has, where there's somehow a girl inside the giant monster.)
Kumihou said: '...in a bedroom of flesh engulfed by the sandworm herself.'
NOPE. That sounds terrifying!
You must not fear. Fear is the mood-killer. Fear is the "Little Death" that brings total sex enslavement. You will face your fear. You will permit it to pass over you and through you. And when your fear is gone you will turn and face the kookiest fetishes on the Internet, and only sexual ennui will remain.
angrybull said: So does the husband control the spice?
He who controls the spice controls the freaky fetish harem.
Steak said: To walk those sands, one must know Gangnam style and shuffle his way to safety.
You're not serious, right? Any song with the lyrics "HEEEEEY SEXY LADY!" is not something you'd want to do when you're trying to avoid the previously mentioned sexy ladies.
You're not serious, right? Any song with the lyrics "HEEEEEY SEXY LADY!" is not something you'd want to do when you're trying to avoid the previously mentioned sexy ladies.
I would be fine jumping in. As long as I can come and go as I please. I think eventually I would want something "good" to eat.(not sure if they feed their husbands)
now, hold on... once the sandworm has put up that durable barrier around her husband, how do the two of them get food?
She probably shares some of whatever prey animals she eats with her husband. I wouldn't be at all surprised if that aforementioned digestive fluid is used to break down any animals she eats, then she feeds it to her husband through those huge breasts. It kind of makes sense given how gentle and protective they are.
