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Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Mikuru returned to her seat once Kyon was once again breathing properly, relief washing over her as she granted him another sweet smile, I'm glad... You really worry me sometimes, Kyon. Try to be more careful. She once again resumed her lunch, which had been left open on the table in her panic. Even as she did so she sent warm, knowing glances in his direction, as if searching for a moment when her eyes would meet his. Unlike Koizumi and the Mikuru that Kyon was more familiar with, the Mikuru of this universe had few qualms about passing hints concerning her feelings, or at least what could be easily interpreted as such. With Mikuru, it could be difficult to properly gauge her intentions, after all. Koizumi simply nodded in reply, turning his attention back to his lunch as the conversation faded away entirely. Once finished, he stood up and gave both of them a slight wave as he took his leave from the room, Well, I should be headed back to class. My classroom is all the way across the school, after all. I would have preferred it if Haruhi had joined us, but as always she seems to have something else on her mind. With that, he slipped from the room and closed the door after him. Mikuru looked up to face Kyon more properly now that the two of them were once again alone, her own lunch almost finished, with just a few pieces left. She began to fidget a bit, her hands holding her chopsticks in an awkward manner as if unsure what to do with the unused utensils. Perhaps she hessitated due to the worry that someone else would burst through the door uninvited if she dared to attempt feeding Kyon again, or perhaps she simply realized the possibilities that opened up to them when Koizumi stepped out. For whatever reason, however, she seemed both pleased and at the same time perplexed now that they were once again the only two occupants in the room.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Sorry, Kyon apologized with serious intent. His heart was practically melting with that smile, and there was just no way he could refuse or make a snide comment when faced with it. At the very least, he hadn't exactly been planning to choke on his food, and so it was an easy request to follow. He was also certain that meeting Asakura probably wouldn't be conducive to a long life either, even if they hadn't met before. He was smart to predict how this would go, and he wasn't eager to be stabbed again. Their glances mt as they ate in silence, with nothing to talk about. Eventually Koizumi finished his food and got the hint, taking his leave from the clubroom. That was one less thing to deal with, and Kyon merely waved as he departed. They would have to get going soon enough themselves, but for now they could relax a bit and enjoy simply being alone. Certainly Kyon didn't mind sitting in the presence of the person that he had known, and fantasized about so much before. Even with his departure though, the conversation didn't resume. Mikuru seemed nervous hardly a surprise and Kyon was left to muse on things. So Ryoko hadn't shown up yet, had she? That left him to think about the as of yet unseen member of their group, and he sat back as he considered it, before taking the plunge. 'Hey Mikuru, he asked calmly. Have you heard of someone named 'Yuki Nagato'? He might as well ask, and he was ready to pass it off as nothing should she inquire further. It paid to be prepared. But at the same time, he was eager to hear what she might say. If anyone could help him figure this out, it would be her.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Mikuru set down her chopsticks when confronted with this question, her right forefinger reaching up toward her lips as she considered her answer. The room began to feel slightly colder than before, as if Kyon's question had touched upon a topic that simply did not belong. Mikuru, however, appeared oblivious to this fact. She closed her eyes for a moment then replied, No, I'm afraid I do not know anyone by that name, Kyon. Is Nagato one of the first year students, perhaps? She looked over at Kyon with interest, as she had likely picked up on the fact that he had not simply asked the question out of idle curiosity. Whoever this person was, she wanted to know their significance. No jealousy or mistrust resided within her eyes, which shimmered with a hint of excitement. Not one to be caught up in rumors or the like, Kyon rarely asked her such things, so she assumed some importance to his request. If you really need to know, I could ask Ms. Tsuruya for her advice, Mikuru smiled, She knows a lot more people than I do and she might have heard something about that person. She seemed intent on helping Kyon, as a rare opportunity to do so had appeared before her. The clock hands on the far wall continued to move in their usual circular motion, ever rotating about on the same central point, counting the moments as second by second of their lunch break ticked by. The true reality of the situation began to sink in like a thick mist. For whatever reason, the brigade in its current form did not include the taciturn bibliophile. The full extent to which this had effected the progression of events in this universe remained to be seen, however.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Kyon grunted as Mikuru revealed that she didn't know who Nagato was. Admittedly he had suspected as much with the mention of Asakura, but the revelation confirmed it and sent a chill through him. If she wasn't here, then who would protect him from Asakura? And beyond that, who would he be able to turn to to help solve...whatever it was that was going around? Without the alien, it was like a support leg had been ripped away, and he would have to figure this out himself. But there had to be some clue, right? If everyone else was here, she couldn't simply not exist too. Yeah, I think so, he confirmed with a nod, though there was the slightest bit of hesitancy in that. But of course, Mikuru was always willing to help, no matter the reason or whatever the topic was. Sure, that would be a real help, he replied, nodding in response to her offer of checking with Tsuruya. If anyone would know, it would be her. And it would probably be worth whatever physical pain was inflicted upon him in the process. With that done he relaxed a bit, and worked on finishing his lunch before they had to get back to class. One way or another, he was determined to work this out.
Thread: Your Living Underwear (F, M or Futa Character)

sounds interesting. Might be more fun if the underwear was a person and they get turned into the panties, or maybe other clothing as well. Maybe even objects.
Thread: Your Living Underwear (F, M or Futa Character)

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Thread: Your Living Underwear (F, M or Futa Character)

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Thread: Your Living Underwear (F, M or Futa Character)

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Thread: The Elvish Hero & the Bandit Queen {darkest_fate&translucentfeathers}

RE The Elvish Hero the Bandit Queen darkestfate ah, the defiance of an unruly captive. The mercenaries had seen that time and time again. Who hadn't seen such fire and heard those flippant words? Maxwell chuckled, already knowing that Zuri's anger would be growing with each passing moment. Well, it only worked to his advantage for his alchemist and sorcerer to be angry at his captive. Still, he couldn't very well allow a prisoner to speak like that to one of his lieutenants. So without any further indication, he lashed out with his foot, aiming to deliver a swift kick to Briala's gut. with no wind and possibly even put the point of retching, she'd be considerably quieter, at the least. I'm thinking that you don't quite understand your circumstances, Maxwell said, before kneeling down and grinning at his captive. You're our prisoner, and we get to do with you whatever we want. Well, he held up a hand to cut Zuri off, nearly. We can't kill you, because the elves want you alive for some reason, he reached out and plucked at her top, pinching it between his fingers and lifting it slightly. She'd be wearing bandit garb, which likely meant well worn leather. Not at all like Maxwell's loose chain, but not too far off from Noogock's mismashed leather pads. You're quite fetching when you glare like that, he said, tilting his head to the side. You know, he looked back at his lieutenants, I can't recall the last time we scored some elvish pussy. Either of you? Been a while, the half-orc grunted. That's what happens when you keep taking deals with the empire, Zuri said, flicking her hands. She did eye Briala in a manner that indicated all too clearly that when Maxwell spoke about the group scoring pussy he wasn't simply talking about the males. Those red eyes ran along Briala's slender curves, clearly taking them in with an expert's appraisal. I do have some new medicines I've been dying to try out... Those the ones with the... what did you call 'em, permanent results? Maxwell asked, grinning. he looked down at Briala, knowing full well that she'd be listening intently to every word, likely gritting her teeth and preparing to resist at any possible opening. He leaned a little closer. Still don't feel like sharing? Or should I, how did you phrase it, ask more nicely? he lashed out, aiming to slap Briala across the face this time, figuring another blow would be precisely what she required.
Thread: The Elvish Hero & the Bandit Queen {darkest_fate&translucentfeathers}

RE The Elvish Hero the Bandit Queen darkestfate The kick to her gut had her slumping over herself, crumpling with a short gasp of pain through her gritted teeth as she glanced up through the long tendrils of hair that fell over her face when she hunched over. She heard the smug voice of that human man and it made her very skin crawl the way he was grinning and leering at her. She knew men like him, demanding and domineering, always expecting to get what they wanted. It made Briala want to stick a knife in his gut and drag it from one hip to the next. She shifted away as much as she could when his large hand had reached out to tug on her clothing lightly. Soft worn leather breaches and supportive vest she wore along with the green linen shirt were light and afforded her easy movement though not much by way of protection. She took a turn to eye all three of her captors, grimacing and going silent, unwilling to play into their game as they threatened violence and forcing themselves. She refused to allow them to see her flinch. Briala's mask, however, slipped slightly when she heard the dark elf mention something about a drug. Eyes widening she turned her gaze back to the ground and she chewed on her lip. Were they poison? Some horrid painful concoction that would eat her from the inside out. She ignored the slight tremor of fear and when the man's hand struck her her head snapped back, loose curls fliying with the movement. Briala wet her lips, tasting the welling of blood pooling in the corner of her mouth before spitting at him, eyes narrowed darkly before she leaned forward and cracked her forehead against his nose in hopes of breaking it.
Thread: The Elvish Hero & the Bandit Queen {darkest_fate&translucentfeathers}

RE The Elvish Hero the Bandit Queen darkestfate The mask slipped. Maxwell had been too busy leering to see it, and the half-orc hardly cared, but Zuri had been paying attention. She had seen the bandit queen's momentary drop, that guard lowering for those moments. She'd seen the demure gaze, the chewed lip. For a moment, Briala's elvish blood had even seemed more apparent somehow. It intrigued the shaman, and made her more determined than ever to make this spitfire her guinea pig. Maxwell, however, still slapped her. He'd been ready to start gloating when Briala had countered. The cocky mercenary hadn't been expecting such a sudden move. Briala's head connected with his nose, resulting in a sickening crack and the young fighter jerking backward. Blood fountained out of him for a few moments before he clapped his hands to his face. Filthy bitch! he roared, moving to lunge forward. A hand lay upon his shoulders, primal dark magic soon surging through his body. The mercenary stiffened and groaned, shuddering, eyelids fluttering. The sheer pleasure of being healed by Zuri's magic always struck people in such a way, and often it resulted in orgasm as their bodies simply had to release the pressure in the means that made the most sense. This happened for the already aroused Maxwell now, as his relatively impressive cock shot several loads into his trousers while he jerked and spasmed. Gonna pay for that, Noogock growled. The impressive half-orc lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of Briala's curled hair. He wrapped it quickly in his wrists before turning and twisting, staring down into the pretty face. The orcish blood always left its mark upon those who possessed it. Noogock's twisted features had a slightly porcine look as a result. Thick tusks jutted out his jaw, and the scars only made him look worse. He reached down with another hand, grabbing onto Briala's shirt for a moment. Ought to give you what you gave him, he growled, tugging for a moment. While Zuri finished tending the twitching Maxwell, the half-orc grinned, Or maybe I'll do one better, he said, before moving his hand between Briala's legs. he soon began rubbing near her crotch, his intentions quite clear. After all, you gave the boss one hell of an embarrassing orgasm. What's the saying? Eye for an eye? he chuckled at this as he began pawing eagerly at the spot between Briala's legs, his determination a good deal higher than his skill.
Thread: The Elvish Hero & the Bandit Queen {darkest_fate&translucentfeathers}

RE The Elvish Hero the Bandit Queen darkestfate Briala smirked when she saw the warrior fall back in pain, what she wasnxt expecting was the calculated look that the woman with them gave her through the experience. It left her unsettled and her lips twisted into a frown. She wasn't left with much time to think on it though, Maxwell was roaring insult and lunging. Briala braced herself for an attack that never came, and after a moment she opened her eyes slowly, glancing to see why the warrior had stopped short. She could smell it on the air, the dark magic oozing around them as it healed the man in front of her eyes. Such primal and magic she had heard left many people overwhelmed, causing them to shudder and release as it seemed to be doing to the mercenary captain in front of her as he thrust gently within his pants, twitching through his climax. Briala shifted, cursing herself for becoming distracted by the pair when she felt a large meaty fist take hold of her hair. There was a sharp pain to her scalp and she gasped in response to the way he hauled her close, his repugnant face glaring down at her own. She felt his free hand tugging briefly at her shirt before he seemed to get a better idea, growling out something akin to her causing their leader to experience an embarrassing orgasm which at her glaring. His own damn fault, she growled out, jerking despite his hold on her hair in attempts to free herself. Blame your blasted witch healer for his orgasm, I had no hand in it. When the orc's heavy hand dragged down, sliding firmly between her legs she bucked and squirmed her hips to try and get away from the persistent and rough handling. He continued to grope at her and despite herself she felt a small flare of heat blossoming in her from the ministrations that had her cheeks tinting as she cursed and writhed. Let go of me!
Thread: The Elvish Hero & the Bandit Queen {darkest_fate&translucentfeathers}

RE The Elvish Hero the Bandit Queen darkestfate You're the bitch who gave him the wound in the first place, the half-orc growled, clearly not buying Briala's logic for a moment. He kept pawing and working at the bandit's crotch, mashing and pressing with lewd intent. He'd done this several times before, and could see the efforts already bearing some fruit for the pretty little thing. She looked pretty thin and fragile, the kind of girl who'd break when he skewered her with his cock. Already blood started pumping there, even though he realized that his boss would likely want to be the one punch into this pretty little thing first. Maxwell deserved it too, after what she'd done. The flare and the curse had Noogock chuckling. Sure thing, 'bandit queen,' he said, chuckling. he leaned over and licked her face for a moment, before releasing her crotch with his hand. He held it out for a moment so that she could see that he had, indeed, let go of her there. Of course, his other hand remained in her hair, several chestnut strands looped tight around his fist. He then jerked her forward. Besides, I'm thinking that a naughty little girl like you should be spanked, he said, chuckling. He shifted and brought his meaty hand down upon Briala's rear. The crack sounded loud even with her pants to cushion the blow. The orc certainly didn't hold back he clearly intended Briala to feel it. He brought his hand up and delivered another slap to the bandit's tight ass, before beating a near steady rhythm along it, all the while twisting her head up so that she'd look toward his boss and the shaman. Said boss was still twitching, but Zuri watched with some amusement. Her lips twisted for a moment as she saw her companion's hand rise and fall, delivering blows to the naughty little thing. It did strike Zuri as a good start to a proper punishment, but she also thoroughly liked Noogock's twisted sense of justice. She turned, yelling for subordinates. Several were to take Maxwell to his tent to recuperate, while others were to head to hers and gather her medicine satchel. Then she turned to watch, her eyes glinting with obvious pleasure, as the half-orc continued spanking the bandit queen.
Thread: The Elvish Hero & the Bandit Queen {darkest_fate&translucentfeathers}

The long lick across her face had Briala shuddring violently in the other bastards arms as she struggled against her bindings to break free from his hold to get away from the orc's tongue. She felt a slight pang of relief when his hand left the juncture between her legs and she bit back the sigh she wanted to release before her eyes flew open as the large creature jerked her around by her hair. She felt herself getting positioned and heard the chuckle in his voice as the large hand came down over her clothed ass and had her lurching forward against him, startled by the flare of pain that raced through her. Get off of me, she ground out, unable to bite back the angry words and violent thoughts any longer. You disgusting, vile piece of filth, she spat out before her body jerked violently again in pain at the next broad handed strike. She groaned and shifted her hips, her hands tugging violently at the rope looped around her wrists to restrain them. The harsh blows took on a steady rhythm and she bit her lip so hard she could taste the blood welling up again from where the warrior before had struck her. Briala was unable to hide her face, the orc's hand using it's grip in her hair to force her to stare directly at the mercenary captain and their shaman. Briala pressed her lips together firmly, determined not to cry out against the forcefuk strikes despite the overwhelming pain she felt growing with each one. She stared openly, feeling a bit of triumph when she saw the warrior being taken to a tent to recover though it faltered when she caught sight of the dark elf watching her. The woman was getting a twisted pleasure watching Briala suffer through the orc's rough treatment on her and it caused the tinting in her cheeks to return in embarrassment as she shifted, testing the hold on her hair. I will kill you, one day, she muttered out around rhe heavy handed blows. I will find you and gut you like the pig you are, she seethed at the orc.
Thread: The Elvish Hero & the Bandit Queen {darkest_fate&translucentfeathers}

Might get off in you, or maybe on you, but ain't getting off you, the half-orc replied, chuckling at his own humor. He could hear the insults and all, but he'd actually been called worse by his own mother, let alone some uppity forest bitch. This girl should've learned her lesson, applied her skills to a band like theirs. Sure, she'd probably have fucked the boss by now, good looking wench like her, probably have fucked Zuri too. Noogock knew full well that those two shared all kinds of meat between them. Sometimes he got to join in as well. For now though, he was thoroughly enjoying humiliating the Bandit Queen. what a stupid title the slut was just another pretty face who happened to have gotten people to follow her. Smack her ass a few times and she spat and moaned just like everyone else. Noogock could even hear her threats. You'll have to get in line for that, bandit slut, he replied before delivering another hard blow to her clothed rear. He stopped hammering her for a moment, his hand instead returning to grope along between her legs. I'm betting you're all hot and bothered, right? You're a half-elf. Everybody knows those type got daddy issues. Bet that's why you're all uptight and self-righteous. Daddy never loved you enough, he chuckled and patted her sex a few times, the gesture clearly condescending. Enjoying yourself? Zuri asked as she walked closer, looking down at the two. You're looking rather flushed, bandit slut, she exchanged a smile and a look with Noogock sometimes the half-orc's lake of finesse worked. At that moment, a scrawny looking guard arrived with a bag that appeared to be made out of poorly stitched together skin. Zuri began sorting through it, drawing out various implements while the half-orc kept rubbing Briala. We're going to be trying out a new little drug I've been working on. We're always looking for aphrodisiacs and the like, she gave Briala a knowing look, sex can be so monotonous sometimes, all that thrusting and cumming. We've tried a few things, but then something occurred to me why not use darkly primal magics to ignite a heat frenzy within someone? Zuri smiled as she drew out the various vials and a long needle. She punctured the needle through several holes. Unfortunately we're still working out the bugs. Last subject went insane needed too much fucking. This dose though, if I've got it right, should just make it so that the subject goes into a regular heat needing to be fucked, oh, the darkling shrugged, every few hours or so? We're really going to need to test it out first. I suppose I should ask for your consent. She fell silent as she pierced a few more needles into a few more vials of liquid and semi-solid, eyes falling on the Bandit Queen, who was, of course, still being groped by a burly half-orc.