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Thread: Furry strip club! (J_D and I)

No Problem hun, and yes I think... She paused for a second and saw Sara coming in around, waring a skimpy dress just ready to be taken off. Zen garbed ahold of Sara's shoulder, Hay Girl this cute cat over here wants some 'excitement' do you think you can do it? She whispered in to her ear. Sara just nodded to her and gave a smile. Okay good I will see you in a bit hun. And with that Liam the Zebra walked off. Sara came behind Liam and started to rub his chest in a seductive way. So, I hired the little Kitty wants to play.
Thread: Furry strip club! (J_D and I)

You have good sources. Liam laughed as he looked around to see Sara. He was beyond ready for her to get started but he figured he'd stall a bit for playfulness' sake. So tell me gorgeous, do you have a name or do you just go by Sexy. Liam laughed at his own words before saying. And I got that one out of a cereal box.
Thread: Furry strip club! (J_D and I)

She smiled to Liam... Hes kind of cute... I think might have fun with him. Cute. You can call me anything you want here sweety. But many call me Sara, She said as she started to give him a neck rub and do a little foreplay with her hands. So do you want to go do a privet show, or do you want to start here? She said with a seductive smile.
Thread: Furry strip club! (J_D and I)

We could start here and close the curtains latter. Liam says smiling.
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

wow, very well done.
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

I take it your interested in this role play?
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

yep yep, let me know.
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

If theres anything you'd like to add just ask, right now were just waiting for more people to take interest.
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

Name Zibby Age 16 Physically Gender Female Orientation Bi Male Pref Magic Light Sorcery Appearance Long black hair down to just above her ankle, she's the average around 2 feet tall but more accurately around 1'10. She wears a dark pink robe, almost red and wields a staff of comfortable size for her. Race Gnome BioZibby is young in her society, but a skilled healer and diplomat, thus assisting her rise through the ranks in gnomish society, especially for her healing ability and bedside manner not a sexual pun.. She was sent to represent her race, being a healer those who voted to send her believed her to be the best choice since someone who helps all can easily be friends with all. Position Gnome Diplomat Personality Zibby helps when she can to a fault. She rarely uses her magic to harm, but then again she's rarely been pushed into conflict. She cares about herself but only a little bit more than her friends. Fighting style Zibby uses her sorcery at range, while it's weak for fighting she's the most comfortable using magic. She has a staff but fights cautiously, thrusting it like a spear to keep her distance. Preferred weapons Staff, Daggers, Sorcery
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

Accepted!
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

Name Kid'le Age 25 Gender Male Orientation bi Magic Dark sorcery, and some training in ritualism. Appearance Somewhat tall for his race, but only by several inches. He is very skinny, which is normal for Basilisks. He is very pale with black hair, that flashes iridescent green when light hits it. He has piercing violet eyes with the and sharp face. He carries the customary Basilisk tattoos, and the mark of the Boa clan on the back of his neck. As a diplomat however he represents all Basilisks from the Cobra to the Rattle clan. Race Basilisk Bio Born to a rather poor family, he was raised with constant abuse from his parents and older siblings. He later passed on this cruelty to younger generations, starting with his younger sister. Unfortunately, his sister proved to weak for this abuse and was therefor disowned by her clan and therefor banished from Basilisk society. opening for character Kid'le however managed to build a name for himself despite his humble background. He became a priest and taught many the Basilisk word, from Basilisk children to Elven children in attempt to enlighten the other races. Because of his devotion to the book of coercion and his dealings with other races he was the first choice for a diplomat. Position Basilisk diplomat Personality very cold and aloof, he will frequently however commit acts of terror to gain respect and trust in the form of fear. He will not do these acts however when he sees no need to gain ones fear. Fighting style Almost immediately goes for the neck, with quick, strong, attacks. Preferred weapons His own fangs, venom, magic, and these knives. !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href ... -M4111.jpga!-- m --
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

Interested, indeed. C I'll work on a character sometime. In the meantime, how's it going, OP? listulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

Yay, a new member. Sorry for taking so long to get back.
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

No problem. I had just begun to fear that it was a dead thread.
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

Well, it's not dead, but it's not alive either. -
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

Name Thoumad Stonewarden Age 37 Gender Male Orientation Hetero Magic None Appearance Race Dwarf Bio Thoumad Stonewarden comes from a minor noble family who is related to the current king through a number of distant cousins. As such, he was able to get a lofty position in the dwarven government, eventually becoming the chief diplomat for his entire race. As such he spends most of his days outside the mountains now, but has not lost his distinctly dwarven characteristics. Position Dwarven Diplomat Personality Thoumad is a very stern dwarf, much like the rest of his race. He is slow to act, but once he does he never changes his mind. His sense of honor is impeccable, and it is because of these virtues and personality traits that he was chosen as the diplomat to represent the dwarves. Fighting style Thoumad fights in full-plate armor, armed with his trusty two handed warhammer. He fights very defensively and conservatively, preferring to win a fight through superior skills and strength rather than through flash and cunning. Preferred weapons Dwarven Warhammer
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

Accepted, does anyone want to start this or wait for more people?
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

Accepted, does anyone want to start this or wait for more people? Click to expand... Im fine with either.
Thread: Fantasy Role Play

Alright, I'm gonna start this role play soon, others interested in joining can join us later.
Thread: Goddess <Yoshie>

Starting off from the boy's life on the streets, then? Soon to be picked up by your character? I told you, kid. I don't care who you are or what you're doing here. You walked into town homeless. You have three options. Work for me, get out, or die. A man stood before a small, teen aged boy. He grimaced down at him, his many scars coupled with years of age casting horrific lines across his face. The boy, not even aged enough to be out of high school, cowered before the man. The boy's sparkling blue eyes had barely begun to adjust to the light. He blinked, trying to pick out any details of the man in front of him. The man sneered, and the boy saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. Pain surged up his left cheek as he stumbled back, swiftly caught by the man's thugs. This beating continued for nearly an hour, causing much damage to the boy's formerly flawless olive skin, his black hair soaked in blood by the time the man decided to stop. He fell to the ground, sobbing, the man giving him one last kick to the stomach. Now, boy, what will it be? Work, Run, Die? the man held a knife to his throat, the look in his eyes reflecting his inner evil. Clearly, there was only one option. The boy stopped sobbing just long enough to gasp out a quick Yes! before receiving another kick to the chest. The man's thugs picked him up and dragged him to another room. He was dragged past a nice enough house, somewhere in the middle class side of town. His work would be in the slums, of course, but the boss apparently did more than just crime. The two thugs threw him into the shower, clothed, quickly washing the blood from his body before taking him out. He was taken from the house, given many instructions as they drove to the bad side of town, where the boy had taken up residence...in a box. They threw him out of the car, yelling a taunting See you later, Jake.. as they sped away. The boy, Jake, fell to the ground. He was weak, broken, bleeding. He whimpered once, slowly closing his eyes, not managing to get to the safety of his box. Within moments, the vision before him had faded. He was off to better times in the world of his dreams. Didn't plan on having your character be from the slums, most likely from the high class part of town...then she would have disposable income to do what she eventually does....your choice, though. There's the post.
Thread: Goddess <Yoshie>

I'm dead....am I? Jake opened his eyes, glancing around the dirty streets. Broken bottles, vermin, and other bums littered the streets. A rat was sniffing casually at his arm, he pulled away just fast enough for it to bite into his thumb. He gasped, smacking the rat away. Blood trickled down the base of the wound, pooling onto the cement. Not dead, yet. Have to take care of bite... He continued to lie in the street for a time longer, half conscious of the world around him. Cars pulled by, gunshots sounded in the distance, nothing important happening. He began to breath deeper, falling back into sleep. He awoke, what seemed like, hours later, as someone picked him up. The boy whimpered, feigning death. He was couldn't fight, nor could he do anything but close his eyes and wish he didn't get hurt. To his surprise, no beatings came. He didn't even feel a hand creeping down his pocket, towards the few dollars he had in his wallet. Instead, something was wiped against him, removing some of the blood from his face. He heard a snobbish man's voice, something about stray dogs. Another voice, coming from directly above him, silenced the man. It was obviously feminine, yelling a short command. Jake opened his eyes enough to peek at the woman. She was beautiful, more so than any other woman he had seen in his life. He allowed the man to pick him up, waiting for the lady to get in the....was that a Rolls Royce? The man placed Jake on the womans lap, started the car, and pulled away. Jake opened his eyes a little more, managing to whisper out a quiet Whe-where are we going? Terrible poast. Blarg...
Thread: Goddess <Yoshie>

Seduction looked down at him and smiled, a smile that didn't happen too often. It was happy, yet disdain. We're here. Jorgan said as a slight sigh creeped out his mouth. He helped Seduction out the car but stopped when he reached for the boy because Seduction gripped him hard . Jorgan got the idea and just left the door open. She climbed out of the car, prize in hand and headed to the estate. The place was huge. It held twelve bathrooms, nine garages, ten bedrooms but the one that took the cake was the Master's bedroom where he would be staying. She entered the room and placed him on the bed. The bedroom was as big as a mini house. The bed was a canopy bed the color of the room was lilac colored with silk drapes around the bed. It was soft, pillows of all size were laid out for him. The covers were made of arctic polar bear fur. The Carpet is plush soft like your toes sink inside. At the table there was fruit of every kind grapes from all over the world. The windows let in a significant amount of light whereas the bedroom was literally illuminated and shined with intensity. In the room adjacent to the bedroom was the Master bathroom where the bathtub was a jacuzzi self turn-on the faucet was voice commanded. The sink was made of pure platinum. The Mirror was laced with gold and the toilet paper was as soft as the carpet. On the bathroom walls were models of famous artists and their paintings. The hand washing soap was literally velvet and it turned pink when your hands were clean. Back in the bedroom the bed was a California King, the biggest bed of them all and the softest compared to most. When she laid him down into it he literally sank in. She then stood up to answer his question in the car. Welcome... to Tengoku ! Welcome to Paradise my prince. She said in a seductive accent. I am Winry Seduction, of the Winry Estate Manor. You, my pet can have anything here that your heart desires. She said and then she turned away. You... are not hear against your will and you can leave if you so choose. But for tonight you are to dine like the Prince that you are. Whatever your wish I shall clap my hands and it shall be yours. She then claps her hands twice and Jorgan appears in the doorway. You called? This is Jorgan, he is my personal assistant. He is yours for tonight and as long as you stay here. She turns and says to her butler, Make sure he is as comfortable as a fully fed cat. Jorgan nodded and then bowed. I am at your service.
Thread: Finally Equal {Original Content & Methos}

Liberty was never allowed to mingle with the other slaves. She was the prized possession for her rare abilities. Her home was considered as exquisite amongst the common slave shacks. No leaks seeped through cracks when it rained and wind didn't howl through the broken windows. As a reward for slime buckets she was kept in high enough esteems for the sake of her appeal. Otherwise she was beaten and spat on like the common slave. Today was a different story all the same. She stood upon her stoop in her shreds of a shirt and skirt-- no shoes. She watched as the slaves rushed from their shacks and into the streets to the site of much disarray. From Liberty's perch she could only see crazed citizens and hear frantic screaming. If she were to change now to a small bird The Dirty Bastard would notice enough to punish her. Her lengthy ears drooped to her shoulders as the fear of being caught overwhelmed her. What is happening? Some one tell me, please? Why are you all running? She yelled to anyone that passed her stoop, but none seemed to notice. They never had before. They were always beaten if they looked her way. Damnit! Someone answer me! She reached out and grabbed an innocent young man by his arm before he could sprint by. He averted her eyes out of trained fear. Answer me, please. Why all of this? What has happened? The wander that came to the settlement, do you remember him? Yes, what of him? We have many unfortunate- He has killed The Dirty Bastard! He summons us to the gates. We may be free yet! At those words Liberty lost her grip on the boy and he scampered away with only a single glance backwards. Free? Someone had once told her that her name meant freedom but the word quickly lost its meaning as she was given many names to the loyal servants she rewarded . She couldn't believe it. Not until her own torn ears had heard it. Who knew? This wanderer could be yet another tyrant and she would have a new roomful of hungry men to please in any form they requested. For once she stepped from her cage and dashed into the crowd toward her namesake.
Thread: Finally Equal {Original Content & Methos}

Patrick found himself rather bewildered with the situation he now found himself in. Hed arrived in this outpost resembling civilization to the north. Their dictator had attempted to recruit him into the guards that had a fairly free run of the town and its surroundings. But he hadnt been interested. Patrick had wanted to move on in search of the almost mythical city that lay further on yet. But hed not had a chance to do so. Rather hed been conscripted. Thus for several days hed simply laid low and pretended that hed come around, but upon the third day hed been standing around close to the dictator, grabbed another of the guards guns and killed the man and a number of the other guards whod drawn their weapons before a one of them could fire back at him. Strangely it had been that simple. Everyone had cringed in fear of Galvin and hed exploited them. Holding women as slaves, conscripting people into the army, distributing supplies as a chokehold over the population - and then he was dead. The young stranger whom had killed him seemed to be relieved when none of the tyrants flunkies seemed to seriously seek vengeance upon his behalf. Those who feared the anger of the populace had simply melted away, other had simply appeared stunned. The startling part was that a number of them began to kneel before him as though to acknowledge him as their new ruler. A few moments later a crowd had gathered and they all bowing and kneeling and addressing him a lord and king. Evidently killing the tyrant had been a rather popular move. Hed found it rather baffling thus as people crowded around him his mind worked and if he was going to be vested with authority at least temporarily he might as well act upon it. Hence he demanded that everyone assemble around him, the whole of the town with its thousands of people. A strange thing to have a crowd like that milling around him all looking at him expectantly. He simply remarked I have killed your tyrant! Now what I say shall be law. He seemed to receive a murmur of assent for that. All slaves for which you havent a lawful deed of sale are hereby freed unless they choose not to be. I wont deprive people of what they paid money for, but those that were captured or seized will be freed. He idly seemed to consider the matter And all those slaves held by the tyrant which are now mine are freed, save those that do not wish to be. Having made that pronouncement he simply shrugged and started to walk through them as he remarked Thats all for now. Ill let you know when I have more to tell you. Now he simply trudged towards the tyrants residence with a slight grin. After all it would be hard for anyone to put things back the way they were after that.
Thread: Iridium248/Revan Leonhart  (Unnamed for now.)

As the subway train was coming up to it's next stop, a man looked at another as he gave him a small nod. There was a group of 'punks' on the subway train... but one would have never known by looking at them... after all, they didn't look the part. They sure didn't really act like it either, but that's what kept them under the radar. There was about five of them on the train as they had spread out a bit. As the train doors open, most of the people had left the train. Now the only people that were left on the train were the five punks... and a blond woman that they had an eye on. The one closest to stood up from his seat as he walked up behind her while she was standing. She seemed to be rather lost in though, so to start things out with, the man softly ran his hand up the inside of her leg, then removed it as soon as he reached her inner thigh.
Thread: Iridium248/Revan Leonhart  (Unnamed for now.)

The train was quiet as it rattled along the tracks, towards the next stop, half an hour away- The carriage was empty, the mid-morning rush cleared out nicely, except for five nondescript young men...And a single woman. Really, she was quite hard to miss. Long, loose auburn hair, a slim muscular figure the product of her having been on nearly every school-sponsored team for anything in the past 3 years, and full, perky breasts, their ripe softness pressing sweetly against the simple orange tank-top she wore...Emphasizing everything quite nicely. Kyoko Nagisa hummed to herself, her green eyes locked abstractedly on the distance, lost in the reverie of long-distance travel She was wondering, vaguely, whether her husband would be coming home anytime soon- Even though she knew he was on a business trip, somewhere- her tanned skin gleaming invitingly beneath the lights Her feet, arched high on heeled sandals, tapped out a little rhythm against the steely floor, her ragged blue denims clinging enticingly to her long, toned legs... Her reverie ended in a gasp, her face flushing as she felt a hand run up the inside of one slim leg- She glanced back, only to see one of the 'punks' drift past her, seemingly entirely unflustered Still, Kyoko felt the touch linger, her stomach fluttering in a feminine shudder of affection. Her husband had been away for soooo long, and sometimes it was sooooo lonely- Surely she was thinking too much about it? She bit her lip, though her face went slightly red...It was clearly an accident, though she couldn't see how...
Thread: Iridium248/Revan Leonhart  (Unnamed for now.)

Of course, a woman with her good looks and body would be the target for this group of punks. And since the next stop was about a half an hour away, the group of kids were going to have a lot of fun with this woman. Though right now the other guys didn't join in just yet...they wanted to see her reaction when the first punk made his move on her in front of all these 'strangers'. As the touch had lingered, she could tell how the man's hand seemed to seem rather.... well, manly. At least more manlier than her husband's. A few seconds later the mans hand ran up the back of her leg, then moved her to her inner thigh as he gave it a soft squeeze. Instead of a normal though like screaming for help, a more perverted thought had popped into her mind... and image of the man feeling her up and kissing her in front of the random 'strangers' on the train had popped into her mind. His hand then move up from her inner thigh to her nice, plump ass as he gave it a soft squeeze, his fingers digging lightly into the clothes that had separated his fingers from her flesh. A surprisingly pleasurable sensation shot up her spine, her body hadn't at one point felt repulsed at her touch... in fact, it seemed like it welcomed it! Perhaps her husband has been away for too long.
Thread: Iridium248/Revan Leonhart  (Unnamed for now.)

Mmmmm! Kyoko stifled a gasp, as she felt the slow, caressing touch run up her toned legs- Resting on her inner thigh and squeezing, ever-so-lightly, growing bolder- Drifting down to cup the full cheek of her pert behind, so tight in her denims...And squeezing again, sending a startled jolt up her spine! A hot flush was spreading in her face, her lips ever-so-slightly parted- She could have turned around, but she didn't want to. Perhaps if she ignored it, he'd go away...? Yeah, right. her mind tautly informed her- Even as her fingers tightened on the handgrips, keeping her hands up and safely out of the way, in a form of deliberate helplessness! Her mysterious assailant clearly knew his way around a woman's body- And despite herself, she was intrigued by the feel of a man's touch, after soooo long...She could always scream, or slap him away if he went too far- Though to the dusky beauty, 'too far' was a rapidly shifting category!
Thread: Iridium248/Revan Leonhart  (Unnamed for now.)

The man loosed his grip on her ass, smirking at the hot flush that spread on her face... and yet how she looked like she was so 'helpless'. He gave her ass a soft spank, her ass cheek jiggled underneath her denim shorts as the man yet again gave her ass a soft squeeze. As he did this, another one of his hands slowly ran up the curve of her body and gave her large breast a soft squeeze, his fingertips gently kneading at the soft flesh through her tank top. At first the man's touches were light, but eventually they had deepen a bit as the mysterious assailant was obviously much more skillful than her husband. It wasn't until a while when the man removed his hand from her ass and gently pressed his crotch against her full ass, as a nice, big bulge in his pants pressed up against her as it was also obvious that he was much bigger than her husband as well.