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Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

He was late. That was the only thing he really knew at the moment. He was supposed to be at the main den by 1700 sharp. It was 1717, and their leader did not tolerate tardiness. He was constantly swearing and dodging other assassins in his faction, knowing damn well the few he should avoid and the few that probably deserve to be knocked down. He sped up more, thinking he would surely be dead. Henry Deen had seen enough death in his life, yet never anticipated having it happen to him. After all, being an assassin did that to you. He was of good height, standing at about 5'11, which gave him enough to work with for intimidation but was small enough for more stealh and hiding. He had a crew cut of black, as longer hair tended to block his vision, which was given to him by a pair of steely blue eyes. He had a rather physical physique, his experiences of escape almost too much to handle. He entered the main office, bursting through the solid oak doors before giving the mandatory sign of respect and sitting before his leader. You're very late. The leader's tone was crisp, meaning that this was and important meeting Henry had failed to attend on time. I know, I know. Henry's voice was deep and calming, used for both seduction an intimidation. You aren't the only one arriving, though, so we have to wait a bit longer.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Her stilletto heels clicked on the wooden floor leading up to the guild leader's room. All around her, the assassins that were crowding the hall either stepped aside or leered at her secretly from the shadow. Catherine Ironbough couldn't help but smirk haughtily at the situation. She doesn't have to be the most popular female assassin in the guild, but everytime she has to go to the hall directly after finishing a job, it sure is fun to see the boys gawking at her customized Barrett 98 sniper rifle. However, as her human mother always tells her, all good things come to an end. Eventually Catherine would reach the great oak doors of their leader's office, and all the fun would have to be replaced with serious talks. She paused in front of the doors to prep herself, tucking any misplaced strands from her face and inhaled a good, deep breath. For a female, Catherine was a towering 5'9 with a lithe and lean body, a genetic part that she owed entirely to her elf father. Other than that, she looked completely human, with black straight hair that went past her chin and a pair of very regular brown eyes. Her strength and precision with guns was another thing that she inherited from the 'pointy-eared', and which brought her to use sniper rifles as her preferred weapons. Not unlike many other female assassins, though, she wasn't so much interested with the mess that resulted from an ambush or close-contact combat. Catherine pushed open the door, then, ready to report on the result of her recent work when she caught the sight of someone familiar... Henry? Is that really you? She let out an amused laugh. You're back already from the West? What are you doing here now?
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

It wasn't very long before the mysterious second person entered the room, and to Henry joyful surprise it was an old friend. When he turned his head toward the awfully familiar voice, he beamed wide as he saw Catherine for the first time in what seemed like ages. Catherine! Yeah, the job in the West was nowhere near as hard as they made it out to be. He stood, giving the fellow assassin a friendly hug.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Catherine moved to approach her friend, but stopped abruptly when he was about to hug her. Whoops, watch the gun, she said, pointing at the rifle strapped to her back. Having someone touching her guns were a big pet peeve of hers. Anyway, nice meeting you again, buddy! We should hit the town again sometime. She grinned. A soft noise of someone clearing his throat shifted Catherine's attention. She smiled sheepishly at the guild leader. Oh yeah. Sorry for ignoring you, boss. She walked to the big oak wood desk, then, and handed him a microchip from her earlier job. Here's the data that you asked. I got it fresh from this morning. Very good, Catherine. Now, will you and Henry take a seat so we can start the meeting? The guild leader spread his sight to both assassins before plugging the microchip into a projector. Now, as you may know, there's a special reason that I summoned the both of you here today, and I think Catherine's latest work here will explain it better than if I try to describe the situation with my own words.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

At her mention of the gun, Henry backed off, knowing what happened to people who disobeyed that particular order from her. It didn't end well, to say the least. He sat down right next to her, being close enough to her that such an action didn't elicit Catherine skinning him alive. He watched as the meeting went by, nonessential information escaping him as he looked to her with a smile on his face. He was extremely happy to see her again, and apparently, she had been waiting for him as well.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Unlike Henry, Catherine seemed to be more focused towards the meeting, although she was secretly thinking of various possible places that she could go to with Henry after the meeting was over. Usually after meetings like this, the guild leader would make sure that the involved assassins would have time to recuperate and plan their next action. And that means the both of them would mainly be free, unless some more personal circumstances were in place. ... And that is all that we have for now. More detailed information would have to be obtained by yourself as part of your mission. I trust that the both of you will work together on that. The guild leader gave a scrutinizing stare at the two assassins. Are there any questions?
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

When the guild leader finished his briefing with his question, he snapped to attention. Henry sifted through the information that had been given to him, seeing if there was anything that was particularly bugging him. Finding none, the male assassin shook his head. Not to my knowledge. Unless Catherine has any, I think we are done here. He looked to Catherine again, seeing that she was thinking of something that wasn't part of the mission. He had an idea what that may be, but he made no indication of such a realization.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Catherine shook her head. She had taken a peek at the content of the microchip prior to handing it in, after all. So I take it that we're all set now? She rose to her feet and glanced briefly at Henry before returning to the guild leader. Don't underestimate your target, all right? The guild leader voiced his warning. You may not believe his claims, but an awful lot of people do. Magic doesn't exist, boss, retorted Catherine. If it does, I would know for sure, don't you think? She strapped her rifle back to her back and headed towards the doors, not forgetting to throw a wink at Henry along the way.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Henry spotted the wink before she left, and wondering what it could possibly mean, followed her out. He held in his mind all of the rather strange info on their target, including the bit about magic...which was peculiar at best. His boots made sharp noises as he walked, following Catherine to see what the female had in store for him...something that he was beginning to think that he'd like.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Catherine made her way out of the leader's office, passed the corridor full of other assassins, and exited the assassin guild's building. The sky was dark outside, and the city was alive with all whizzing cars and electronic billboards. Surely there should be many fun places that they could visit that night, but the half-elf had something quite different in mind. She turned to face Henry, whom she knew had followed her all the way out, and threw a smile at him. Wanna go and crash at my place?
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Henry followed her every turn, her every step. He knew it wasn't creepy or stalker-ish in any way imaginable, simply because Catherine had wanted her to be followed all the way out of the HQ. Suddenly, she turned to him, asking her question with a hint of what Henry heard was lust. He smiled to himself, saying to her, Lead the way, Catherine. He gestured with his hand in a wide sweeping motion, indicating for her to do so, a smirk still adorning his face.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Catherine let out a string of chuckles before heading downtown, going towards the direction of her apartment building. She hadn't visited the place in a while -- mostly because her recent missions required her to travel a lot. Not that she was the type to like staying at home all the time, though. At the very least the place would be tidy when she and Henry arrived. Upon arriving at the building, Catherine briefly greeted Carl the security guard and made a turn towards the elevator. The half-elf then swiped her security card and the elevator door opened with a 'ding', after briefly fumbling to pull the said card out of one of her pockets. Being the living quarters for the guild's top assassins, the guild leader made sure that security measures were kept high at all time around the building, but sometimes Catherine couldn't help but find it to be a hassle. Well, come on in, she said to Henry with a smile before entering the elevator.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Henry followed Catherine's every step, even though he knew exactly where they were going and why they were going there. It was rather obvious they were going to her place to... unwind before the contract officially began. He watched her fumble with the security pass and snickered a bit, knowing that the security was rather tight here. He walked in after her, his erection evident through his pants from thinking of the upcoming activities.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Once the elevator door shut close, Catherine dropped her rifle and immediately closed in on Henry. With her height, she hardly needed to tiptoe when planting a full kiss on the male assassin's lips, pushing him to the steel wall as she did. Once he kissed back, her lips would part for a short while, letting her tongue sneak out to nudge at his lips, begging for entrance. Meanwhile, one of her hands would slip down and brushed lightly at his crotch, eventually figuring out his state of arousal. She would smirk, then. My, isn't somebody excited this evening.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

The kiss was sudden, to say the least. He barely heard the rifle clatter loudly to the ground as his lust quickly overtook his senses, these engagements being what rove him through each mission. He let her tongue slip past his lips, but not without dueling with his own. His hands went to Catherine's butt, gripping it slightly in his palms. Her hand made the male assassin let out a very soft moan, nodding his head at her questin before his mouth moved down to ravage the tender, succulent skin of her neck, biting lightly and kissing there.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Catherine let out a breathy moan as Henry's mouth reached a sensitive spot on her neck. Only the male assassin would know that exact spot. Her fingers sneaked up to tangle in his short hair and pushed his head closer, while she slightly bent her head to the side to give him more access to her neck. I missed you..., she purred gently to his ear shortly before the elevator's bell rang once again and the doors next to them slid open, revealing her unlit apartment.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Henry loved her moans when he did this. They were always that kind of breathy, sigh-like moan that was erotic and passionate at the same time. He looked up with his eyes to her face, savoring the expressions that were portrayed and smiling a bit at her statement. Then, the characteristic ding of the elevator sounded, revealing the apartment which they longed to arrive at. He reluctantly pulled his lips away from her neck, pulling her into the apartment and kissing her again on the mouth, his tongue slipping between Catherine's lips.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Catherine savored his kiss immediately as it arrived. Her tongue dancing passionately with his own, fighting for dominance. In the dark, she guided the both of them towards a direction she knew led to her bedroom, not wanting to have her precious furnitures damaged from their little fun. Besides, she wanted to at least make things more comfortable for Henry, after not seeing him in a long while. As the kissing resumed, Catherine's hands trailed down to tug gently at her fellow assassin's top, half to guide him to her bed and half signaling that she wanted it off. She had missed feeling his sculpted muscles rippling deliciously under her palm so badly.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Hebry quite literally blindly followed Catherine to her bedroom, not being able to see a damn thing in this darkness. When they arrived and the kissing resumed, he felt the tug on his shirt, a double signal that he obliged to on both fronts. First, he removed the shirt, revealing his muscles that she adored so much to her eyes, and then he leaned both of them onto the bed, and the kissing began once more, Henry's mouth moving down to her neck.
Thread: Killers (ilaughatmyself & Airi)

Catherine gasped sharply as Henry once again kissed her neck. She let go of her leather jacket and tossed it somewhere on to her bedroom floor, revealing, if there was enough light, white tanktop that she was wearing underneath. Both her arms winded up around the male assassin's torso, clinging to it as if for her dear life. She arched her back slightly in anticipation that he would move further down to her breasts.
Thread: Working on the Ranch {Bestiality}

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Thread: Working on the Ranch {Bestiality}

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Thread: Working on the Ranch {Bestiality}

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Thread: Working on the Ranch {Bestiality}

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Thread: Bambina seeking a man for a good Rp.

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Thread: Bambina seeking a man for a good Rp.

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Thread: Bambina seeking a man for a good Rp.

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Thread: Bambina seeking a man for a good Rp.

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Thread: The Feminization of CHARLIE SHEEN!!!

WHAT IS THIS ??? IS THIS SOMEBODY IDEA OF A JOKE??? Well, it's NOT funny! What is this? XENA the WARRIOR PRINCESS or sumthin'? Noboby and I repeat NOBODY gonna make me wear such girlish things! NEVERmind making this ultra masculine MAN look the slightless bit feminine. In fact I believe it utterly impossible! Go ahead and try! YOU???... and WHO's ARMY!?! NO self-repecting notorious EVIL CRIMINAL GENIUS!!! such as myself A clearly mischievous, sexually overheated Woman on Her neverending Quest for FEMALE WORLD DOMINATION!!!.. would be CUMplete without Her own private elite army of butch-dikes, called the PUSS INTERNATIONAL FORCE, or PIF, the commander of which is none other than the insatible General German Grrrr! I'm quite an exquisite Woman with My long flowing raven hair and ferocious glowing eyes while the white gleam of My teeth glows devastatingly grotesque outlined in red crimson. Taking the last drag from My cigarette and I toss it down by My feet and using the pointed vamp toe of My shoe I obliterate the smothering butt into minuscule dust particles much the same way I crush the will of the sub species known as... MAN! GET HIM, GIRLS!!!! I order... ...as the marauding herd of angry Female Warriors grab him by his arms and legs and carry him off to the awaiting transformation room.
Thread: The Feminization of CHARLIE SHEEN!!!

......BRAVO, 'BOO'FUL'!....
Thread: The Feminization of CHARLIE SHEEN!!!

CANDYFLOSS Our own special blonde nymphet and Wanda's personal favorite just had to speak up... BRAVO BOO'FUL...!!! Wanda's soft and cuddly, blonde nymphet always eager with puppydog eyes and a body like melted butter and whipped cream. One of The Warrior Woman speaks up, I dunno...if a mere mortal man, like Charlie here, can't survive the onslaught of fully stimulated Female BREASTs... I'm afraid he can't help but to deteriorate into that of a mindless bimbette!?! I couldn't help but to grin from ear to ear. Well then, we can only HOPE now can we!!
Thread: The Feminization of CHARLIE SHEEN!!!

.....gigg'ling....OOOH, that's ME!.....that's ME, 'Boo'ful....!....if anybody's a bimbette, I fit the role.... giggling....and the clothes.....
Thread: The Hunt and the Hunted

Setting Midevil europe Place Small town village It was the middle of fall, the leaves had turned into a symphony of reds, golds, and orange. The harvest was in full swing as a village was preparing for the harsh winter months ahead. The sun was high, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, the villagers were merry and happy, the sounds of children playing could be heard throughout the town. By all accounts it was a happy time and it should have been as well, but there are other things out in the wilds surrounging the village that were also preparing for winter. Dark, mysterious things that fed off of fear, and flesh. Several hours later the full moon was high, the village was silent and the forest unaturally so. The creatures of the forest knew that something old, and dark walked this night and hid to avoid its attention. At the edge of the village it stoped, a massive black shape with glowing yellow eves filled with hate. It stood from a four leged postion to a 9 foot tall standing position. It rose its head and in defiance of the village below sang a howl to the moon. Bounding forward it launched into the village causing mayham and destruction, purposefully waking the town and as the men rallied to face this unknown threat it crashed into them defying their blades, and tearing flesh apart. By the end of it one man was missing, one was wounded and would die within hours, and 4 others would be badly injured. As it raced away with its kill it looked back at the town and a dark grin rose from it, this was just the first night of many to come. It would be many weeks of this before the village would be through. After the third night of the beasts raiding a lone villager upon their fastest horse races to the city but a few days away to seek help with whomever would supply it. Suddenly the beast races out of the forest and kills the rider. This is his village and he will not let anyone have it but him thought the great beast, and silently returned to the forest leaving the rider to die. As he laid in the road the rider prayed for somone to help, it would not be long before the village was destroyed by this beast, then as the light fades from his eyes he spies a lone figure coming down the road and hope fills his last moments on this earth.
Thread: The Hunt and the Hunted

The woman who walked down the road may not have been exactly what the villager had hoped for. She wasn't very tall or big, a little over 5 feet tall when she stood up strait, but one look at her showed you that she lived a life that was hard. Her muscles were toned from constant walking and the use of a bow, any remaining fat worked away by living in the forest most of the time. There was a sharp look to her blue eyes as she watched the forest around her. On her back was a quiver of arrows, with some with silver tips to them but most normal, one couldn't be too careful in these parts. There were rumors of wolves in the woods, rumors she intended to find out if they were true. She had to dodge out of the way as a horse with a saddle bolted past her and she frowned. The fear in it's eyes and the blood on it's flank was enough to know that something bad had happened to it's rider. Picking up her pace she came around the bend and saw the dying villager in the middle of the road. Quickly she broke out into a run to see if there was a chance, how ever slim that she could help him. As she approached she could see the pool of blood and the bite wounds of something big and wild. As she knelt next to the man she checked his pulse to see if there was anything she could do to save him.
Thread: The Hunt and the Hunted

The beast stared from the safety of the shadows hidden and silent ready to pounce on this new arrival when suddenly the winds shifted and her scent came to him. This one smelled not of sweat, nor of shit, but of the sweet smells of the forest, and the smoke of wild fires kept tame. No this one was different, and with its keen eyes it spied the silver tiped arrows. That sealed it, this one was of the hunt, a deeper scenting also told him that this one had met the children of the hunt, his children sometime in her past. It wasn't just a child of the hunt but a hunter of the hunt, a title that brought bothe rage and excitement to him. This one he would let into the village, and there the true fun will begin, but first he had to prepare. After all one so exalted as this female deserved a proper reception and with that he let loose a mighty howel that would have shatered the nerves of even the bravest of knights and bounded away faster than any wolf or beast. As he bounded away the other wolves of the forest took up the call leaving an eery silence. This was the true call of the hunt, the call of the king of wolves, and a signal that the hunt was to begin. It would be night before he returned with his pack and there he waited outside the village seeking out this new prey.
Thread: The Hunt and the Hunted

It took only a glance to realize that the man was dead by the jaws of a wolf. Then she heard the howl and all the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. In an instant she was standing again with a knife in her hand, the rumors had been true it seemed. There was a man eater on the lose in this area, and with out proper training these villagers stood no chance. She stood like that perfectly still till the echos of the howls had faded to nothingness, only then did she kneel to close the dead man's eyes and continued on her way to the village. When she got there she could almost smell the fear in the air. Humans weren't used to being the ones hunted and knowing that one was pray never sat well. Finding a room at the inn she waited out the rest of the day trying to gather as much information as she could from the villagers. As the sun began to set she turned her eyes to the forest. It was not her way to let her prey come to her, but in the night when the wolf had the advantage there was strength in numbers. She waited with the defenders of the village, her bow strung and at the ready. While they waited below she took up a spot on the roof so she could see both the forest and more of the ground, waiting for the wolf to once more attack.