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Thread: Street Fighter - Fem/Bison's New Dolls - (LillytheLez x Major Mario)

As Chun-Li seemed to be breaking, and Cammy not far behind her. Mistress Bison snaps her fingers before returning to fucking Chun's mouth hole. As her cock pumped in and out down Chun-Li's throat the tendrils began to glow inside both of them, and pump faster now then ever. Turning up their source of pleasure by 100 plunging into the girls depths, inserting into their wombs. Then as the tendrils pumped and thrust they began flooding the bodies of the women with a series of shots of fluid inside them, cleaning them out, the fluid moved through their bodies, waves of pleasure where ever it flowed. As Mistress Bison thrusts down into Chun-Li's mouth he feels her spit all over that dick. The undulating shaft hammering into the Chinese Woman's throat space. Hitting its depths and making her swallow down the big dick. Ahhh, this feels so much better then fighting, don't you agree Chun? She smirks down at the Chinese woman, her hands moving up to cup the back of those muscular famous thighs her fingers diligantly tracing the lines of muscle. Then she smirks, and snaps her fingers the tendrils inside Chun-Li vanish into dust. Leaving her being held upside down on Mistress Bison's cock by a firm grip on the back of those thighs. I am freeing you from them for you will not run from me again. She said knowingly. As she then cums inside Chun-Li's mouth filling it full of her spunk. Then grins letting Chun-Li's legs go letting her fall off her dick, and slowly hovers back a few inches. Now then, on your knees... She ordered, knowing the woman didn't have much will to resist, and her body still left so full of the aphrodisic slime.
Thread: Street Fighter - Fem/Bison's New Dolls - (LillytheLez x Major Mario)

When the tendrils sparked with more energy and really began to tear into them, it took a great deal of effort for Chun-Li and Cammy to not cum right then and there. Sadly, or fortunately, they were unable to resist! As soon as that big, fat, slick tendril slipped past Cammy's cervix and coiled about inside her womb she felt her hips buck on reflex, her toes curl and her mind draw a blank. Her vision flashed white as a powerful orgasm tore through her system and made her hips buck even more in a wild attempt to milk that thick tentacle cock within her sopping wet cunt for all that it was worth! And when it gave a final pump, especially the one in her ass, and exploded within her it looked as if Bison had broken Cammy's mind in one fell swoop. The aphrodisiac fluid, be it slime or viscous cum, painted the walls of Cammy's ass and womb and filled it up to the brim until rivers of it seeped out from where her lewd holes and the plunging tendrils met. Chun-Li too would have gone through a similar sensation, but she had it far worse than Cammy did. Bison's fingers had been kneading her fat, plush breasts before moving on to her thighs and ass, and even that wasn't enough. As spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum sloshed into Chun-Li's womb and ass she had to deal with Bison's meaty cock constantly being thrust against her tongue and down her throat. It really was as if Bison was fucking away her sanity! The Chinese woman suffered through many powerful orgasms at that point, but the kicker came from Bison's cock and how she came hard within her mouth- hot white corruptive cum spilling down her throat and directly into her stomach where it bubbled and caused yet another orgasm and frantic bucking of her hips. The strong woman didn't even notice that the tendrils had vanished from her body until she felt the cold, cum and slime-stained floor beneath her. Bison would have to count herself fortunate that Chun-Li was already on her knees in a lax, incapacitated position once she was freed, as she was in no state of mind to follow those orders. Cum dribbled out of her ass and pussy at a slow but steady rate while slime and sweat mixed together upon her skin to paint a picture of a thoroughly fucked woman! G-guaaah...!
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Thread: The Offer (Haruchai and Hummingbird)

Elliot Kramer , affectionately known as Coach K, or just K, was the head coach of the Spartans. In the last five years he'd led the team to several State Championships, and he was well loved by the students and his players. Known as one of the 'cool' teachers, K was a huge motorcycle enthusiast , owning several bikes and riding them to school. Even giving students rides if need be. K was a man with a strong work ethic, and a definite path was followed on his way to success. He took care of his players, and one of his best was Rosie Tavares. A lovely young woman, there had been a few times he'd had to pull some strings to keep her on the team, but he didn't mind. This time might be different though. K wasn't sure what had started the kerfluffle, but Rosie and another girl had some sort of physical altercation. Then that fat-fuck Davies had come to his office with that smarmy grin of his and told him that Rosie was going to be suspended, off the team, and blowing her chance at any sort of scholarship. K had been more surprised by the man's bravado than anything else. A good strong word from K and Davies big ol' nuts would shrink to the size of chick-peas... but K had been caught by surprise and he had to admit that Davies had some pull. He was a well liked counselor by the other faculty, even if most of the students and K himself could see through his facade. After Davies had left he sat in his battered old chair and just laughed. What else was he supposed to do? He'd called in all his favors for Rosie already, and he wasn't sure what the hell to do now. If they suspended her, which they most assuredly had, then keeping her on the team was going to be difficult. Not impossible, but difficult. The home she lived in, that fucked up halfway house or whatever it was, was sure to kick her out if they learned she was suspended. The lady who ran the place, Mary Williams , was a shrew. He'd seen the way she treated Rosie, and though she'd swear up and down she wasn't racist, the girl's mixed heritage pulled on her nerves. More than once he'd heard her mutter about 'that half nigger girl' under her breath. As he turned over the problem in his head, K heard the locker room door open and shut, the one on the girl's side. Dylan, her boyfriend, had followed, and she yelled for him to go away. The CCTV showed K that the boy eventually did wander off, and that Rosie was still on the bench. K would let her cry herself out a bit, and when she would slowly, inevitably, start to leave, K would call her to his office. Pixie, come in here and sit down a minute. he said to her softly, beckoning her to his open door.
Thread: The Offer (Haruchai and Hummingbird)

It was a while before Rosie was together enough to get out of her team uniform for what she felt was the final time and wash the sweat of her last game with the Spartans away, and longer still until she was dressed and leaving the ladies locker room, so long it turned out that night had fallen and most of the school had been shut down. She looked to where the old payphones had once stood by the rear exit and longed for them to be there, she didn't dare have a cellphone, something that extravagant was too tempting a thing to get gutted over in the group home she lived in, and Carol, the point guard to Rosie's shooting guard, that always let her use her cell had long since bounced leaving Rosie unable to call home and see if she even had one to go to. Rosie took her very large, white-rimmed sunglasses off and tucked them into her hoodie pocket, bowed her head and began to slowly meander toward the door when she heard Coach K call out for her from his office, she knew he was looking to go off on her for messing up so badly and didn't need to be dragged across the coals right away, if anything she needed a kind word, a hug and a nice big glass of ice cold Coke. She couldn't very well run from him however and pulled the over-sized hood of her hoodie down, took off her sideways Bulls hat and held it at her chest like a kind of shield as she went in with her eyes down and her head low. I'm sorry Coach-- she said quietly and shook her head, didn't give him her red, tired and hurting eyes, I screwed up pretty bad and I'm sorry. she said and felt herself starting again, sniffled and rubbed her nose then her eyes, she wasn't going to cry in front of Coach K, that just wasn't done, there weren't any tears in basketball , he had yelled that at her and the rest of the team a hundred times. Can I just--? she started to ask and anxiously folded the bill of her hat, shrugged a shoulder, Can we just not do this today? she pleaded and finally found enough strength to brave his gaze, Please?
Thread: The Offer (Haruchai and Hummingbird)

Coach K could tell immediately by Pixie's body language that she was simply not up for this today, and yet, he had to speak to her. There was no other choice. She soon stood before him, eyes cast downward, and he felt a pang of sympathy. Then, on a whim, he stepped toward her and wrapped his arms around her. It's going to be ok. he told her softly, his hands rubbing her back as he gave her a squeeze. His head tilted down a bit and he closed his eyes as he breathed in the smell of her. She smelled so... good. Coach K, unbeknownst to his players and students, was a pervy fuck. He'd rigged up a few things to some of the CCTV's in the locker room. They were placed for safety, and to cut down on theft. Sneaking firearms into schools was a real thing now, but K recorded some of the more risque activity and had his favorites on the team. There's nothing to be sorry for sweetie. But I do need to talk to you. he said, his tone changing just a little as he let go of her and stepped back, gesturing once more to the chair for her to sit. Letting go of her he walked behind the desk and sat in his own chair. I got a call from Mrs. Williams. The school is obligated to contact any guardian in the event of a suspension, and so... she knows. As a condition of your continued use of the group home, you must be enrolled and actively attending school. I don't think she ever liked you very much, and she's already said in no uncertain terms that you need to go and collect your things. K said, his voice full of sympathy. But, I have an offer to make you, and this has to stay between us, or else I could lose my job. My place is available to you if you want, and I hope you'll take me up on the offer. At least for tonight. It's late enough that I'm not sure other player's family's would take you in, especially by the time we go grab your things. Luckily I drove my truck today, so if you're willing we can go get your stuff and get you over to my place. Maybe order a pizza or something. he told her. It was a Friday, which meant that any imposition on other players would at least be for the weekend, and her suspension was for two weeks. The next fourteen days at least, she needed a place to stay. Coach K didn't mind making the offer at all.
Thread: The Offer (Haruchai and Hummingbird)

Coach K had a little chuckle. They're all dumbshit boys. What you need is a man. But tat is a conversation for another day. For right now we need to get you someplace warm and safe for the time being. I can't have my best girl staying in some shelter. he told her. He'd called her that sometimes, his 'best girl', and the simple fact that he was taking her into his home only seemed to reflect that opinion of her. Would he have taken in just any of his players. Maybe. But Pixie was special, and K had, frankly, often dreamt of her in his home. In his bed. In need. He closed his eyes momentarily and then when he opened them he smiled. Of course we can get you some Coke. I know you didn't mean the drug, Pix. You've taken all the requisite drug tests, and have never acted like you were on drugs at all. We can stop and grab a couple of 2-liter bottles. Mountain Dew for me, and I won't place the order for the pizza til we're closer to getting to my place. he told her. Then as she expressed her reservations about getting her things, K nodded. I know a couple of deputies if it would make you feel more comfortable to have them there too. I'll definitely go with you and make sure Mrs. Williams doesn't give you a hard time. She's a bit of a racist bitch if I say so myself. he said, and by now was starting to stand. Coming around his desk he reached out to catch her chin and tilt her face upward a bit so he could look at her face. Keep your chin up Pixie. You're my best girl, and a champ. Don't let a little mistake get you so down. he instructed. In that moment, with her looking up at him, eyes glassy with tears and the color a little high in her cheeks, she looked so beautiful. There was only one other way he thought she might look even better, but he tried to push those thoughts from his mind. C'mon, let's go get your things, grab that food and try to get you settled into a hospitable environment. he said, and rubbed her cheek with the pad of his thumb, marveling at the softness of her skin. But he let his hand drop and held open the door for her before he would start locking up. Luckily he'd driven his truck today and there was plenty of room for her and whatever stuff she might have. Coach K was even nice enough to get her door for her and help her into the cab. Not that he didn't sneak glances at her curvy backside as she did so, but it was only natural... wasn't it? Pulling out of the parking lot and heading to the halfway house, K let Pixie play whatever music she wanted on the radio and remained rather quiet. He'd made the cal to the deputies if she'd asked him to, but if not, he was preparing to face down the old bitty, Mrs. Williams.
Thread: Donations and email addresses

So , perhaps shockingly, the Email address I use to play online bears no resemblance to the email address I use to conduct business that touches my financial holdings. Is there a way for my donation to be matched to my username here? And perhaps more importantly, my details from that aren't attached to my account here
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Send me a pm with the email address you used to donate with, and under which platform.
Thread: Donations and email addresses

Ok so rather than trace my old one because truthfully no idea which of several emails it used paypal sucks at telling you which it used on historical payments I signed up with this email on Patreon. Hopefully that makes it easy. Hopefully it all works too.
Thread: Small Dom looking for subs! [MxM]

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Thread: A Dash Of Family Fun (RoleplayMaster x FutaFantatic)

Dash strummed his fingers on the table impatiently, the sound being too quick for most people's ears. But for him, every quick motion could be seen at a normal speed, as he was a special young boy. Like every member of his family, Dash had a superhuman ability, which in his case, was super speed. While having powers seemed like any teenage kid's dream, having to hide it from his friends and the world as a whole, just made everything not worth it. That, along with his father, sister, and little brother going off for some fatherdaughter school trip, meant that Dash was bored out of his mind for this school holidays. The fifteen year old was waiting impatiently for dinner, which his mother had said would be ready any moment. Except she had said that ten minutes ago, and with Dash's quick perception of the world around him, every minute felt like ten on its own. Hearing his mother's call, Dash moved at the speed of light, appearing at his normal spot on the family dinner table. Looks good mum. Dash said, using his powers to quickly eat his food. His parents always told him off for using his powers so freely, especially for meaningless things like eating, but he felt absolutely starved!
Thread: A Dash Of Family Fun (RoleplayMaster x FutaFantatic)

With the three of them off on a school trip, and with the baby with them, it gave her time to just relax and enjoy herself for a little while. Dash was able to tend to himself, the only thing she needed to do for him was cook food. This was her 'Me time' and she intended to enjoy every bit of it. So once the trio left, she spent most of the day relaxing, watching some tv, something she rarely did as of late, as tending to a family of supers took up most of her time. When Dash expressed how hungry he was, something that tended to happen given how his body worked, left the mother to giggle a bit and shake her head. After a while, she had set the platter of food on the table, having already taken her set before she called him to the table. And as usual, with his father not around to help enforce the rule, Dash devoured his meal.Can't you not use your powers at home Dash..?She grumbled with a sigh, shaking her head a bit as she ate her meal, watching her baby boy as he ate as if it would be his last meal.
Thread: A Dash Of Family Fun (RoleplayMaster x FutaFantatic)

With his food already half gone, an amazing feat for what was essentially a small feast made for him, Dash nodded and reluctantly slowed down his pace, but still ate quite quickly at normal speed. What are you up to today, mum? Dash asked, his mouth full of food. He still had yet to learn proper table manners. As he ate, he felt himself harden. He doubted it was thanks to his mother's presence, as he was at that age where he'd get boners randomly and constantly. When he finished his food, he would race off to the bathroom to fix his issue. And this was one of the few things he enjoyed to do without his powers, savouring each stroke.
Thread: A Dash Of Family Fun (RoleplayMaster x FutaFantatic)

She shook her head some when he finally slowed down, only to find he was just about finished. He never enjoyed his meal, always vanishing from the table, leaving her and the rest of them to themselves for dinner. The woman shook her head even more as he spoke with his mouth full but she left it be, he was still a kid after all and they weren't xactly a fancy kind of family, a family a misfits was more their thing it seemed. As they sat at the table, She closed her eyes a bit and relaxed, enjoying the cool air in the house. It made it easier for her to dress in her more comfy clothes, despite how tightly her red top clung to her body. She thought nothing of such things as she wore it, not expecting her figure would ever spark such things within her son. She adjusted herself a bit, realizing that even though she was Elastagirl, having thre children did a number on her, enlarging her breasts, making most tops difficult to squeeze into, just like her pants for her wide hips and bubbly ass. When he rushed off she sighed and shook her head a bit. As sneaky as he thought he was, His mother was no fool, knowing full well what he was doing from the many waste baskets of clumped up toilet paper both from his room and the bathroom. She would never say anything, only hoping he would grow out of it a some point.
Thread: A Dash Of Family Fun (RoleplayMaster x FutaFantatic)

It did not take long for Dash to finish, speeding away and leaving his mother alone at the dinner table. Heading upstairs, he paused as he found the door to his mother's room wide open. He never really went inside now that he was a teen - he only really used to come in when he was scared of sleeping as a small child. But now, gazing in, something in particular caught his eye. Silently entering, Dash reached down to pick up a thin piece of material that he soon realised to be a sexy pair of panties. They smelled a little bit too, so he knew that they had been worn recently. He wanted to throw them away, be disgusted and return to his initial plans. But somehow... they turned him on further. Taking the panties, Dash went to the bathroom to fix his erection issue, using the panties as a stimulant and a cleaning tool, rather than the toilet paper. He closed his eyes, wrapping the panties around his rather small to averaged sized dick, enjoying the sensations it brought. He ignored the world around him, focusing only on his pleasure.
Thread: A Dash Of Family Fun (RoleplayMaster x FutaFantatic)

When he vanished to the bathroom, Helen decided to clean up the mess and begin cleaning some of the dishes, get everything soaking at least to make the job easier later. When that was ready, she went into her room to get some laundry done, using this time to finally get chores done, a task having been forgotten due to her womanly duties as a wife and mother. However, the panties she had lying on the floor were missing, something she knew she had left there from when she changed just this morning. However she let the thought slip her mind, thinking she must have already thrown them in the hamper. With a basket in hand, Helen stopped by the bathroom door. Dash honey..hurry up in there and get a shower so I can get one and wash your clothes as well..She told him, giving a soft knock on the door.
Thread: A Dash Of Family Fun (RoleplayMaster x FutaFantatic)

As Helen knocked on the door, she would find it was not shut tightly. The knocking caused the door to open slightly ajar, letting Helen see her boy on the bathroom floor. He sat against the bath, eyes closed as he jerked off. And in his hands, other than his penis, was clearly, Helen's panties. He did not seem to hear her, earbuds in his ears as he listened to a compilation of women moaning sounds, unaware of Helen's eyes on him at this moment. With a soft grunt, he came, the material of the panties blocking his cumshot as his seed filled them quite quickly.
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She raised her brow a bit when the door started to open, having expected him to be a bit more smart than to leave it open. But what she saw shocked her even more, drawing a wide eyed gasp from her as she covered him mouth. She saw him sitting on the floor against the tub, furiously groping himself with her panties. Using them as a means of stimulation. She was unsure whether to be made, disgusted or what to find him using them that way. Granted she could wash them, but even still it was no hard to wear them, knowing what her son was using them for. With a breath Helen pushed the door open more, standing above him the moment he came. Even that sight shook her a bit, given the amount he drowned her panties in. It was alot for his age and size, way more than his father could give. Dash!? What the hell are you doing with those?She shouted, yanking the headphones from his ear.
Thread: A Dash Of Family Fun (RoleplayMaster x FutaFantatic)

Jumping in shock as he heard his mother's yell, Dash quickly hid the panties and got dressed, despite the fact that Helen had already seen everything. His face was bright red from blushing, embarrassed to have been caught masturbating by his mother. And the fact that he had been using her underwear, was just humiliating. Shrinking his body down as she yelled, he stammered, unable to come up with a proper answer. I um.. You.. uh.. He stuttered, his heart racing. What would she do to him? Dad would be furious.