Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: Pokemon Trainer Group RP Interest Check

Yeah, I can see what you mean, but we wouldn't really be taking over her rp. It would just be those members who were interested in it, going off and forming their own group. Secondly, I'm pretty sure she just wants to do something that's like the shows or games, with various trainers travelling around in the pokemon world. It said so in her first post that she wanted to do a more traditional pokemon rp.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

Well she wasn't sure where she was heading but being one of the best hunters back in her village seemed to have given her special treatment. For some reason they had offered her a rather large sum of cash and a private island house all to herself. Perhaps this was their form of thanks for all the trouble she saved them for slaying dragons and overgrown wolves. ----- A few hours later She sighed in relief as she could now see the island come into view, it was quite amazing and bigger than she expected. It had everything from jungles to a tundra in the south. Oh it's gonna get hotter today so you should drink this, it will make sure you don't dehydrate. She heard one of the people in the boat say as they handed over some bluish drink over to her, it smelled faintly like lemonade and she guessed it was some berry super drink. So without further hesitation she drunk the whole thing in a few gulps. What the... Much to her shock she started to feel pain as her bones started to stretch out and golden scales started to grow out of her arms and back. But as the pain got stronger and unbearable she eventually fainted.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

She would be shaken awake, a man with glittering skin standing over her. As her eyes cleared, she would realize he was simply scaled with silver, large black horns upon his head. The rathalos morph looked down at her, flapping his large wings. Well now, you are just what I asked for. He grinned, showing off sharp teeth. The perfect little toy for me.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

She jutted back to consciousness by a rude awakening, well she would have to beat the shit out of- However she soon found herself jumping backwards at the sight of some strange dragon creature, never before had she seen such a thing, it even looked human in body structure...and it could talk. Get away from me. She hissed as she tried to get away but found herself surrounded by a dense and dark cave on all angles, what the hell just happened? She could feel a tail lashing out behind her as she also came to realize that something was very wrong here.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

You look confused. He laughed, snapping her rump with his tail. Would you like me to explain? Or should I just skip right to mating you? He smiled, moving slowly closer to her. I for one, dislike talking...
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

You what? She said a bit shocked as she kept her eye on the strange silver rathalos-man thing, he even dared touch her? And why the hell did she have no clothes neither? Do you really think I'm gonna roll belly up and do what you tell me? She growled angrily as she tackled him and pinned him into the floor, well it seemed she had gained more strength now as well. Plus she wasn't really the one to be bossed around so it was natural for her to question him. Who are you, and what is this place! She roared in a demanding tone, was this some cruel joke?
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

This is the breeding islang. He growled, flipping her roughly over and pinning her down. And I'm your new mate. He hissed, forcing his legs between hers, thick, black cock sliding into view, dripping pearlescent precum, filling the air with an alluring smell.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

What the hell is this place, I've never heard of it. She growled as she was rolled over, this wasn't no normal fucking island when a Rathalos looked like some weird half-human. Well she had hunted Rathalos before and the fact that this one was being all rough didn't make any sense. Sure they where forceful but they mated for life, and whatever this thing was wasn't making a good impression on her. However soon her face turned red as the scales on her shoulders tensed at the sight of a black thing beginning to slide out of him...oh hell no. She thought as the hybrid had her completely pinned and unable to move much...but the smell, his smell seemed to be doing something to her as the back of her mind buzzed, what the hell had they done to her.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

He simply let her take in the pheromones, rubbing his thick, knotted cock slowly against her pussy lips. There you go, just relax. You can't fight this. I'll explain everything once my damn need to mate is out of the way.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

What the hell are you talking about? She growled as she finally hit the floor, oh what an annoyance she was used to killing these things not...being fucked by them. But he probably wasn't a normal dragon...no this was something else and whatever they gave her was doing something to her as she fought off the strange feelings and urges going through her head. She would definitely be beating the crap out of someone after this...
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

I'll show you. He smirked, thrusting smoothly into her, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. They made you into my perfect mate, and I'll be damned if you aren't just the right size! He groaned, spurting precum and he began to thrust more roughly.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

She grunted in semi surprise as she saw the whole thing coming, and for some reason the whole situation felt better than it should have. And what he said next only made her wonder even more.. 'made' what in the hell did he mean by made? However her mind shot in a different direction as her mind battled with her current state and a feral one that was trying to kick in, even her golden scales had seemed to spike up a bit from the sudden pleasure. And just for his dammed luck he did fit her perfectly as she suddenly felt her walls begin to pull him in for some reason.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

He smirked, thrusting deeper, every ridge and bump of his cock matching to perfect nerves inside her. We're the same breed, you see, so you really were changed into a new being just for my enjoyment. I have no doubt they'll put you to work though.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

She shuddered as the situation got pretty much awkward and mixed in with strained moans, the entire thing was beginning to turn pleasing as well. Well what he said was semi true, she seemed to be a gold Rathian mix which was basically his opposite if she was correct. But the stranger thing was the fact that why did they choose a human for this? And why one of the best hunters as well?. No I am not just here for your enjoyment. She growled as she manage to dig her claws into his arms as he continued to thrust deeply into her. Perhaps some scientists where laughing somewhere at the situation.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

I doubt that, yes. He grinned, digging his claws into her shoulders. He thrust deeper, letting his knot slap against her pussy lips. I'm sure you'll be working with monsters, fucking them, hunting them, collecting sperm. He chuckled.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

She moaned as she shuddered, already her new instincts taking over as she growled and her walls continued to invite him deeper. Her body deceiving her as she wanted more of him. Didn't you say I was 'made' for you? She growled from both the pain and pleasure as he continued to pump himself inside of her. And what the hell was he talking about...was there more of them?
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

Sort of, I decided your species. He thrust hard, knot starting to push in, stretching her open. They made you as a present for me doing what they ask of me.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

What he said kept her a bit confused, so did he choose a more human mate or... by the looks of it he was close to being a human himself. Which naturally meant something was amiss here. Gah! She grunted in surprise as he suddenly started to force his thicker part into her. And what have they asked of you?. She grunted while trying to keep herself from loosing it.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

Mostly providing samples for breeding, hunting monsters they don't want here, knocking up a few human girls. He chuckled. Though they don't even compare. He thrust the knot into her stretching her out.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

I thought you guys made permanent imprints? She said a bit confused. So was she specifically made to become his permanent mate...oh that can't be a good thing. She didn't even fucking like him to begin with. What the? She growled with a low yelp of pain as he trust roughly for the last time, however much to her shock she found herself completely stuck to him. Oh you got to be fucking kidding me. She growled in an annoyed tone as her instincts started to lull her in place, she wasn't even sure if she could even fight him off anymore.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

Not to other monsters of humans, only to another hybrid. He pumped his hips against her spurting hot pre into her womb. I can feel your walls milking me, you're going to imprint like it or not.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

She moaned as her mind started to cloud her thoughts and she slowly started to both enjoy and accept him, damn it all whoever the hell did this to her she would have hisher head severed. You bastard. She hissed as her body now fully accepted him and so had her mind. However the moment she felt her walls tightening strengthening their bond. She knew there was no going back now and if what he said was true the situation would get worse because she'd be carrying his young as well.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

He smirked, thrusting his hips, knot spelling as he pumped his seed inside her. Thick, creamy cum, deep silver, almost like her was shooting mercury into her womb. He groaned, continuing to pump inside her, starting to swell her womb with thick spunk.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

She moaned and settled down beneath him in an instinctive way as she felt him tense up and begin to pump his seed into her. Fuck. She growled feeling utterly defeated as he claimed her and there was nothing she could do about it seeing that she was stuck to him until he was finished with her. Well perhaps she would be getting some revenge as well seeing that he would be imprinted on her as well. However she started to wonder how much she had been mutated seeing that he was pumping quite a bit into her and it was barely visible if anything.
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

He ran his claws over her belly, smoothly cupping her breasts. You really are gorgeous, a perfect female, and a strong huntress I'm told. He chuckled. Is that bit true?
Thread: Island project (White Wolf / D. Voltonus)

She seemed to purr as his hands slid up her body, however she was still utterly stuck to him and that annoyed her. Well it seemed she was right on the imprinting part as he seemed to calm down a bit. Yes I am, I was one of the best ones. She said plainly as her body would occasionally shudder, she was quite surprised that her slim athletic form managed to survive his fervor anyways.
Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

The two women watched the arrival of the servant with completely different reactions. Innocent Rapunzel's mouth opened in utter shock. Not only was this some kind of magical being, a creature or being that had walked out of her books and into life, but this was some kind of dark magic creature. Rapunzel could nearly feel the dark energies rolling from him. Worse, she could feel something else, the bulging muscles and the sheer masculinity of him frightening her. Her heart thudded fast, and she expected it to burst from her chest. She'd been expecting a female guardian, another overbearing motherly type, not this strange creature. Gothel recognized the servant of heat, recognized him all too well. Her calculating eyes raked every inch of him, memories awakening from deep within. It had been a few years since she'd dallied with a creature like this, an she couldn't even say whether it was this male specifically. They all looked the same to Gothel. She did know that they could be spectacular lovers if it came down to it, and she was all too aware of the throbbing thing that lay underneath his loincloth. Her eyes hovered on that for several long seconds, and she had to fight the urge to suggest that they perhaps attend to a little dalliance together. Instead, she looked to her daughter, who stared openly at the creature, shock and awe etched all over that cute little face. Rapunzel, this is Cherubael, an ancient being of the East, said Gothel, gesturing toward the massive creature. Cherubael, this is my adopted daughter, Rapunzel. Now, Rapunzel, Cherubael is to be your guardian, and you're to obey whatever he tells you. All his orders are to be obeyed as if they come from me,' she placed her hand upon her chest, smiling benevolently. It's for your own good, you understand. Uh- of course, mother, said Rapunzel, pasting a smile on her face. She placed her hands behind her chest, which unconsciously thrust her modest bust forward ever so slightly. She rocked on her toes and tried to look Cherubael in the eyes. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. uh, Cheru---Chara---Bael? Is there maybe an easier version-- Now, now Rapunzel, don't be a pest. Cherubael, you know the rules, she shot him a look, hoping to remind her no hair cutting, no death, but everything else is allowed. Hell, she didn't mind if the creature took Rapunzel every hour on the hour, so long as the hair was in good condition and lost absolutely none of its magic, which she seriously doubted. She was even willing to share, if it came to it. Gothel was going to hesitate for a few moments though, wanting to see how the introductions went and such.
Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

There were certainly advantages to the way Gothel had bound the ifrit. She had not completely bound him, not stripped away his powers entirely. In fact, he would find himself capable to do nearly anything he wanted, should it come to that. Gothel fully believed that the demon was going to... enjoy himself while he stayed at the tower. There were many a legend stating that demons preferred virgin sacrifice, but only a handful knew that the main reason they preferred virgins was for their, well, their lack of sexual knowledge. It was ever so much more enjoyable to corrupt someone that wholly innocent, and females didn't come much more innocent than Rapunzel. So there was that tantalizing tidbit for him. Plus he would find his abilities nearly untapped, should he be using them on Rapunzel in accordance with the rules. He would even be allowed to leave the tower for extended periods of time, and he would find that he could venture quite far and wide. The cold would only settle onto him after an extended leave from the tower, and it would build gradually until it smothered his internal fires. Cold was the best way to deal with an ifrit. Well, actually, holy magic was the best way, but Gothel hardly had any interest or skill in that. Rapunzel might have been capable, if left to develop in that direction, but Gothel hardly believed that anything the girl could do at this point would harm the demon. Right, I do have things to do, said Gothel, dusting herself off. Rapunzel gave her a wide-eyed look of disbelief, her mouth opening for a bit. Gothel, as always, found she didn't care. I'm certainly you have plenty to do yourself. Getting familiar with all the nooks and crannies, learning what enjoyments there are to be had, things of that nature, Gothel waved a hand dismissively, then turned to go. She swayed her hips a little as she headed toward the exit of the tower, waiting only a moment while Rapunzel scampered over. Lower your hair, dear. Um, mother, don't you think that you should probably-- Now now, you'll be fine. Cherubael's a wonderful being, very old. I'm sure he'll have plenty to talk to you about, said Gothel, placing a hand on her daughter. Now, give mommy a kiss, the two exchanged kisses on the cheek and then the witch was off, knowing full well what she left her troublesome daughter to. Rapunzel stayed by the window for a few moments longer than necessary, staring down at her mother. The witch had gestured for her daughter to head back inside, but Rapunzel wasn't quite ready. She tried a nervous smile and wave, but Gothel was having none of it. Soon Rapunzel had sighed and turned back to the creature. He just looked so... so... imposing. But maybe looks weren't everything. For all Rapunzel knew, he could secretly want to be a baker or collect china figurines. So, uh, was there anything you wanted to do? she asked, moving away from the window and again lacing her fingers behind her back. I've got lots of books and paints, and I think there's some games around here somewhere... I could give you a tour, but the tower's really not that big...
Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

The innocence of the girl before him was perhaps the most tempting thing that Cherubael could picture at that moment. TO have gone so long without any particular release for his immense carnal desires had been a torture in itself. In the lands that he had called home he had been a duke of the lower realms, ruling a massive swathe of land from a tower much larger and grander then this one, half a dozen succubi existing only to bring him pleasure at any given moment... Ah the succubi, that was a thought to bring a smile to his face, the memory of nights with those many varied vixens who, if the rumors were to be believed, had started out as innocent mortal virgins before being corrupted by a being from another realm, the constant exposure enough to change them over time. Cherubael had no idea if this was true but in the end it really didn't matter, the corruption of innocence, the defiling of something pure was on its own a perfectly enjoyable pastime. The blonde young thing before him was a complete innocence, a rarity for sure and one to be enjoyed... savored. As Gothel prepared to leave Cherubael hardly spared her a thought except to chuckle a little bit at her choice of words. He intended to fully explore each nook and cranny in this place, to rediscover the many different pleasures that existed for him here and not just the carnal pleasures of a sexual nature... to have gone so long without form had left him craving a meal as quickly as possible. Stretching out his senses he was able to hear a variety of animals around that could be hunted and devoured quite quickly and it seemed like a building a little farther off filled with rowdy men and the smell of some very potent liquor... oh how long had it been since he had enjoyed a drink. Every single sensation was always like new to him and he was ready to devour a barrel of whatever drink was most popular in the region. As she moved to the window to watch the witch leave Cherubael looked over her with a grin on his face, looking over her body, gorgeous and so nubile. Unable to help himself he moved up behind her, surprisingly graceful and silent for a creature his size, hardly seeming to make a noise as his feet brushed over the floor. The tower seemed especially small around him, as though built for a body significantly smaller then his own. I was trapped for so long I lost track of the centuries... He told her with a smile that showered far more teeth then should have been there. There are many things that I want to do but I have more then enough time to relax and take it slowly... why don't you show me to the bedroom. Of course he would take the bed, hopefully it would be large enough but if not then something could be arranged.
Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

Uh, I can probably help you catch up, or, you know, books, Rapunzel tried as he began explaining how long it had been. She very nearly talked over him, only just managing to get her mouth closed as he continued. Imposing or not, he was someone new, someone she could talk to who wasn't her mother or her pet. Just think of all the things he had experienced! Rapunzel was definitely hoping that he would at least share some things. Who knows, maybe she could get on his good side and figure a way out of here. He might even turn out to be helpful. But first, the bedroom. Rapunzel nodded at that, clapping her hands together, Right, the bedroom, I bet you're tired. There's actually two beds, she held up her fingers, because Mother likes to stay over from time to time or get some beauty sleep or something, Rapunzel never asked what her mother did in her bedroom. She wasn't allowed to go in there, though that didn't stop the noises from leaking out. Every once in a while Mother would come home in a hurry, covering something, go into the bedroom, and Rapunzel would hear strange noises. She'd asked once, but the harsh answer had made her think twice about ever asking again. So Rapunzel took him toward the bed section of the tower. Both were up some stairs, Rapunzel's room out in the open while her mother's was a locked door even further up. The nubile blonde bounced forward, careful to slide her hair out of the way. She might be used to dealing with it and moving around it, but that didn't mean Cherubael was. Soon she was gesturing toward her mother's bedroom and explaining, and then indicating her own, which looked almost too feminine. White frilled sheets rimmed with pink covered the bed, upon which were strewn several fluffy pillow in matching colors. A handful of stuffed animals sat atop the bed and a handful more were set against various dressers and the like. The room was fairly simple, pretty well opening up into the rest of the tower. Really the only door was the one leading to her mother's room. Everything else was wide open. So, uh, what do you want me to call you again? Was it Cherubub? Cherry-bale? Is there some short version you'd rather be called or...? tried Rapunzel, smiling up at the man, trying to be as friendly as she possibly could.