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Thread: Something Witty and Vaguely Funny (lit M x F) New Plots?

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Thread: Something Witty and Vaguely Funny (lit M x F) New Plots?

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Thread: Something Witty and Vaguely Funny (lit M x F) New Plots?

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Thread: Seeking fantasy, supers, Star Wars

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Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

After sparring and wrestling, Sasha was finally able to slip away and go back to her duties. It was difficult for her to work when they were marching through the woods even when she rode in the back of one of the wagons, it was difficult to do much more than simple mending and polishing. Now that she was on steady ground, she could sharpen weapons, fix armor, pound out some more arrowheads and check the shoes of the horses. They had only been on the road for a week or so and had not encountered any resistance other than the random bear or pack of wolves so there wasn't much difficult labor for her to do, mostly just light maintenance. Sasha finished up her work near the cart that was their makeshift armory and was about to head towards where the horses were kept when suddenly the whine of arrows through the air and the surprised shouts of men hit her ears. Ambush! To arms! To arms! Scatter! To arms! The small camp was soon abuzz with shouting and people running everywhere, to their tents to get their gear or to the cart that contained extra weapons. Sasha saw many bodies down on the ground and while her first instinct was to run, she knew there would be no outrunning an arrow from a well trained marksman. The only option was to stay and fight, so she hurried to grab her gear. Armed with only a small buckler and her sword, she felt relief that the archers must have run out of arrows because no more death was raining from above. Now there were creatures coming towards them, four heading towards the men and women who were forming ranks and two others running after the stragglers which were of course the specialists the female medics, the male cook, and Sasha herself. After seeing one of the savage creatures slit the throat of the cook, Sasha knew she had no choice but to fight the animal who was approaching her. An orange, cat-like beast approached Sasha with inhuman speed and in her fear that this monster would soon be upon her, Sasha thrust her sword wildly forward. The young blacksmith looked nearly as surprised as the creature she had speared when the hit connect, the sword driving into the animal's side.
Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

As soon as she saw the knife, Sasha thought that perhaps her request would be granted that she would be killed right here, right now. Death was scary in its finality but better than the life she would live as one of these beasts. It is better to pass on than to be tied to this world as a ghost. Yes, better to die than to be turned into one of these creatures and be forced to live a life that was not her choosing. That was perhaps where all of Sasha's resistance came from choosing. Her father had never forced her into anything - had not forced her into marriage, had not forced her into a trade that was 'lady-like', had not forced her to stay home when she had voiced her desires to travel and earn money for her Masterwork piece on her own. Sasha had been one of the very few females in her village to be offered choices in her destiny and now, with all those choices removed by this beast, she would rather die than be forced to become an animal. Determined as the girl appeared to accept death, her face fell when the creature said that the knife wasn't to kill her, it was actually part of the ritual. Again, she struggled in her bindings, digging the rope into her wrists and ankles but refusing to give up despite the pain. NO! I WILL NOT BECOME ONE OF YOU! Sasha shouted as she struggled, screamed as the knife cut her flesh her wails sounded as though they came from someone whose spirit was being broken rather than someone who was undergoing physical pain. Bound, dehydrated, fatigued, and wounded, the girl put up one hell of a fight. The young blacksmith's struggle was all in vain. All she had managed to do was injure herself further. The bindings were too strong for her to break free from and all her wriggling had reopened the claw wounds to her shoulders. When the creature had put the knife down after making all her cuts and moved to apply the salve, stubborn as Sasha was, she tried to bite at the beast whenever she could...though this too was a useless gesture because Chelle was so fast. As the putrid salve was spread over her wounds, her anger and frustration were the only things keeping her from vomiting at the stench of it. When it was all over and she was told again to drink the tea, Sasha refused. After all that she had experienced today, none of her believed that a stupid drink could provide any relief for the suffering.
Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

Rather than a sip of bitter tea, Sasha launched forward and tried to bite at the tall creature again, coming within millimeters of her flesh. With a growl, she glared daggers at the other female who was acting as though Sasha was being unreasonable. Of course she was going to act like this! She had been ambushed, had her skin clawed and torn before getting knocked out, then had woken up naked and tied to a pillar! Then to top it all off, she was being forced to partake of some perverse ritual that was going to turn her into one of these...cat things, against her will. So she growled and thrashed, refusing to do anything other than be difficult, at least up until the first strike of pain lanced through her body. Searing pain lit up the blacksmith's nerves as the salve began to take it's effect somehow the putrid smelling cream managed to make her muscles feel as though they were burning and cramping at the same time. Stubborn as ever, Sasha refused to cry out, after all, the pain was no worse than the many times she had burned herself over the forge as a clumsy apprentice. For a little while her stubbornness was working, she had fallen to the ground and was trying to stretch and tense her muscles as much as the binding would allow her, effectively reducing the biting pain she felt...but once her stomach began to roll, it was all over. There wasn't much for the blacksmith to throw up, she hadn't eaten in quite awhile, and yet she still heaved and wretched into a little bucket that Chelle had brought her. Well at least I don't have to lay in my own vomit. If the circumstances were different, Sasha would have been able to properly see that Chelle was a nice person, er, cat monster thing. The creature was trying her best to take care of her, even after Sasha had tried to bite her, even after the young blacksmith had cursed her and flat out refused this, Chelle was trying to make a horrible situation better by not leaving the poor scared smith there alone. Why would anyone choose this? Sasha croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming and the bile that was eating away at her throat. Why did you choose to stay here?
Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

By the time the real pain and the vomiting began, Chelle had positioned the bucket in front of her, sitting next to the smithy, gently running her fingers through her hair and stroking her face, confident that her attempts to bite or struggle would be put on hold for the time being while the pain took much of her attention. Choose? Very few of us chose this. We had just as much of a say in becoming what we are as we did in being born, or as anyone does when they die. She lifted a hand to mop up the sweat at her brow, and clean her lips of the sick gently. I was a merchant with my husband, picking mushrooms in the forest when we were ambushed, choice has nothing to do with it. Acceptance though, like birth and death comes with time. She lifted the bucket up with one hand as the girl retched again, her other hand slipping to her back against the wooden post caressing gently, it was all she could do to soothe and comfort. Raelis was not so kind, remaining seated, bitter and agitated as the pain and vomiting took told, forced to retch through the tiny separations between the uneven wooden logs of the floor. If the smith had drank the tea, none of this would have been an issue, she would have passed out by now, and the rest of the transformation would be seamless through the night. Fur along the arms would be the first to make an appearance, always matching of the natural hair color, with the exception of blonde, which always turned white during the change. As for why I stayed...where else would I go? Did I ever mention I tried to escape several times? I was always stopped, but in the end I realized, what would I do if I had escaped? I would be regarded as a freak where I come from or captured and sold as a slave. Not to mention if others learned of our existence in this forest danger would come to everyone here...just shhh, breathe deep it will be over soon, the new sun will be a much easier day. She mopped her brow again after setting the bucket back down
Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

The identity of Akara's killer would be a secret that Lexa would take to her pyre. While it may provide the other female closure to know that the blacksmith girl was young and couldn't have been more than 18 summers, that she had drawn her sword in fear and had killed their sister in her clumsiness rather than malice...Lexa could not divulge such information. She didn't think that Naria had it in her to hurt a fly if she knew who the killer had been, but she didn't want the caretaker to be filled with sadness every time she laid eyes upon their new sister either. Naria... Lexa sighed, her ears drooping in sadness as she watched the despair in the caretaker's eyes. This is why she never wanted a mate this heartbreak that she could see the other Sapphress experiencing. She had always called Akara mad for wanting to bond with someone...there were many threats to the warriors humans, the weather, wild animals. But, well, Akara had been in love and had wanted nothing more than to be with Naria and only Naria. I am sorry I do not have any better ne- Naria! Lexa rushed over to the other female when she collapsed to her knees, her strong arms enveloping the caretaker protectively. It was a bit awkward at first Lexa still wore her leathers, still smelled of the wilds, sweat, and battle...and was nearly a head taller than the small caretaker and much broader and more muscular. It took a little adjustment, but eventually she managed a comforting embrace for the grieving widow. Shhh...shhh...just breath. Lexa ran a calloused hand over the other female's bare back, trying to soothe her. I do not know what it is like to lose a mate, but I do know what it is like to lose friend. I am sorry you have to go through this Naria, but remember, you do not have to go through it alone. I am here for you, the tribe is here for you, and Akara's spirit is still here for you, watching over you from the sky. After a long silence and a deep thought, Lexa spoke up again, . Naria...I pledge myself to you, if you will have me. Whenever my services to the tribe are not needed, I will be at your disposal instead. Akara was my mentor, she taught me how to use this new body, taught me how to survive in the wilds...the least I can do to honor her memory is to protect her mate from sadness. I know it is not the same as having her here with you, but, I will stay by your side if you wish it, I will help you care for your hut, and I will keep your furs warm at night. And I will do this until you release me.
Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

It couldn't be true, it just couldn't, but Lexa wouldn't lie. Why, why was this happening? She couldn't breathe, and every gasp of air she attempted to suck in, only caused her to sputter more helplessly as tears streamed down her cheeks along her fur. For a fleeting moment nothing seemed more appealing to her than hurling herself into her own fire pit in order to end this surge of misery and suffocation, until the strong arms of Lexa wrapped tightly around her. Her first thought was to wrestle herself away, but the strong arms and rough hands along her back seemed to free her lungs, allowing her to breathe again as her sputtering gasps for air turned into uncontrolled sobs, her body shifting inward, against the larger sapphisari, burying her face into her neck. There were many within the tribe who devoted themselves to one mate, just as there were polyamorous groups, or individuals like Lexa who preferred to share a bed with whomever and whenever she pleased, and none of these lifestyles were frowned upon here, even if the latter was something Naria didn't understand. Breathing deep, Naria noticed Lexa's scent was similar to Akara's, the sweat and musk permeating her fur from running, fighting and training along with familiar fragrance of the worn leathers was deeply comforting, reminding her of her now deceased lover, but there was something foreign about it all, not just that there was a different smell to Lexa, but that she smelled of others as well. Lexa's pledge was meaningful, but did really understand what it was to have a deep bond with one person? Or was this a ploy to bed one more, and not just anyone but the mate of her mentor? She shook the thought away. Negative thoughts were plaguing her no matter how much she tried to focus on the love of Akara and the good 4 new sisters brought to the tribe, she felt hopelessly lost. Please...hold me. Don't let go. She pleaded weakly between sobs, her thin arms wrapping around the broader woman tightly as if letting go would cause her to plummet endlessly into a void of nothing.
Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

Lexa was the type of person to find comfort in structure, duty, and honor. Her parents were both farmers, honest, hard working people. Her father was a veteran of the last great war and so once Lexa's aptitude with a blade, her power, and her size were noted by some of his military friends, she had been sent away and trained as a personal guard for a nobleman's daughter...a task that she had seen as little more than a step above handmaiden and somewhere slightly below nanny. The job had paid nicely though, she had sent a lot of money back home to her family...even though watching over a brat who constantly got into trouble had nearly been the death of her. She had only spent a year as a guard dog for a spoiled noblegirl before the conflict between Berges and Trinil broke out and once it had, she had immediately enlisted in the military. Military life was good for Lexa providing her the structure she craved as well as a sense of personal fulfillment because she was serving her country. When her squad had been captured on a scouting mission, her patriotism made her assimilation into the Sapphisari difficult. But after a few months here, with Akara as her mentor, she saw the bigger picture. She saw the care the creatures had for one another, the peace they lived in...it wasn't perfect all the time, nothing ever is, but it was a lot better than the human world. And it was just a relief to be around women all the time...men had constantly tried to force themselves on her during long marches, some had succeeded...she couldn't say that she missed that old life much. The soldier had spent her human life swearing allegiance to her country and serving it, and as a Sapphress, she had sworn to protect her tribe and serve it, now, as just a woman indebted to her mentor, she would swear to give comfort to Akara's widow for as long as she needed it. Lexa didn't view such a pledge as a burden. Of course she knew that she would not be able to come and go as she pleased anymore, but perhaps that would be a good thing. She often felt empty when she was off duty, as though she had no purpose...hopefully helping Naria grieve would make her feel less listless until the new moon when she would go back to the forest. As you wish. Lexa's voice took on the tone of a soldier receiving an order Akara used to pick on her when she said such things like, 'Yes ma'am', or, 'As you command.' While Naria had not given her an order, merely a request to not let go of her, the guard was reverting back into the habits of her old life in order to make this tense situation more comfortable for herself. When she started to feel the other female begin to lean more heavily in her arms and heard her sobs become a little more hushed, Lexa nuzzled at softly. Naria... She kept her voice low, knowing that the caretaker must be getting tired, Come, let me put you to bed. It's late.
Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

She barely knew Lexa, only in passing or during large feasts had they spoke, or from stories Akara had told her while they cuddled by the fire and now here she was comforting her over her loss. Akara on the other hand, she knew everything about, she was there from her first moments within this forest, she even saw her as a human, oversaw the ritual that made her sapphisari and despite the taboo learned a considerable amount about her past. They had been inseparable since the beginning. Naria was only seventeen summers old when she was turned into a sapphisar and had been a personal whore and slave to a high lord, sold to him by her family when she was young. The lord had ran afoul of some mercenaries after deciding not to pay them for a job, and when they ambushed his carriage on the road he had his driver take them into forest, believing the stories of disappearances would force the mercs to cease their pursuit. They did, but not long after the carriage was ambushed by the natives. Joining the Sapphisari, Naria was able to make something of her life, learning to care for the sick and the elderly, becoming a respected individual rather than just property. Akara had been captured when chasing a slaver into the forest, having grown up a slave herself but was freed at a young age and taught herself how to fight, making it her goal to kill as many slavers as she could. She was initially quite defiant upon capture but was able to relate to Naria when she shared her past, and finally agreed join the tribe peacefully if she was allowed to execute the slaver herself, the rest is history. The caregiver held on tightly to Lexa for several moments as she sobbed, finally nodding weakly to the suggestion to be brought to her bed. Shakily she got up, but allowed herself to mostly be carried by the significantly stronger woman until she was set down into the large bed of furs. Her arms remained firmly around her neck, refusing to let go. She couldn't, wouldn't be alone, not tonight. nights without Akara sharing her bed were often torture even when she was alive, but this was something entirely different. Needily, she pulled Lexa into the bed with her, using all of her weight. Her sobbing was much more controlled now, less manic than it had been when she collasped. Soft hushed whimpers continued to escape her throat as she nuzzled the warrior's shoulder, wrapping one leg around her, her tail coiling around Lexa's before dragging her tongue along her neck. Coping with the loss of a lover as a Human was different than a Sapphisari. Where a human often took a considerable time moving on to another if they did at all and taking another lover too soon was considered disrespectful, the Sapphisari were such affectionate creatures that moving onto another immediately after the loss of their mate was not only instinctual dating back to their days as more feral creatures, but a respected form of grieving in the common day, even if it seemed a little off character for Naria due to her sole devotion to Akara.
Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

When Lexa felt the other female nodding against her neck, she carefully began to stand, making sure to keep her arms around Naria so that she could help her up. It amazed her how light the caretaker was, how so very unlike she was to all the other women Lexa usually held. The soldier tended to share her furs with the other guards and the hunters people who were like her and knew the wilds, people who were strong and well suited to live for days without civilization. Naria was different she smelled of healing herbs instead of campfires and the woods, her touch was gentle and not roughened up by calloused hands, she was soft and feminine instead of built of hard muscle...it was all so alien to Lexa. Naria did manage to surprise her with a very determined latch to her neck though, I will not leave you, just let me remove my leathers.... Lexa cooed soothingly, but Naria did not allow her to remove her clothing, instead, the other female tugged her into bed with all of her weight. After the other female had tangled herself up in Lexa and gotten comfortable, the guard began to unbuckle her armor with one hand. She made sure to keep one strong arm draped around Naria to give her a feeling of safety and companionship as her other hand worked to strip herself. The leather was light and comfortable comfortable in comparison to Lexa's old armor which had been plate and chainmail, but sometimes the fastenings could dig into her flesh, especially if she were laying down like this. Plus she didn't want to get the bed dirty the leathers were a bit of a mess from being worn in the forest for the last thirty days, she maintained them when she was out in the field but they could still use a proper cleaning now that she was back in town. Such a task would have to wait until tomorrow though, so she tossed her jerkin and her kilt to the floor. While some Sapphisari were comfortable in their nudity, Lexa was not. The guard wasn't shy of her body, her brown and black striped fur did a good job of covering most of her battlescars there was part of one that could be seen on the left side of her tanned stomach, but other than that, her skin did not appear overly marred. It was just...she felt naked, well, vulnerable really, whenever she was out of her armor. The soldier didn't like that feeling often wearing some sort of clothing to bed. Even when it was hot in the summer, Lexa would cover herself in something light. Tonight she wouldn't be wearing anything though, she would let Naria press snugly against her, skin to skin and fur to fur. She in turn would hold the small female protectively and once the caretaker began to show affection, once she started to lick and nuzzle at Lexa's throat, the guard began to show care in return. While Naria stayed buried in her neck, she moved to the girl's ear, very delicately nibbling the sensitive tip of it as she whispered soothing words. It will be okay... I know your heart aches, but Akara would never want to see you this sad... Do not cry yourself to sleep tonight...just take a deep breath and relax...