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Thread: (Chickenbone & Nyoko)

Sith knew she was probably uncomfortable, but he knew this way might be the safest. He didn't really want her running away just in case she thought about it and he definitely didn't want anyone snatching her up. He figured he'd let her free when they got to a decent part of town. When they got away from the town square he turned to her and undid the ties on her wrist before taking of the color. He smiled at her hoping she'd feel at least a little more comfortable. Here we are. He said turning to the building, This place has some pretty nice clothing. I have a friend who buys his daughter cloths from her... that's how I know about it.
Thread: (Chickenbone & Nyoko)

Nyoko followed along, and smiled when he removed her bonds. She rubbed her wrists to get the feeling back in them, Thanks, sir. She said, but felt so strange without her collar on. She had worn one since she was little, but felt embarrassed to ask for it back. She felt the empty space around her neck and looked up at him, Okay, thanks for getting me some clothes. She said and then decided to ask for the collar back, Um, sir, can I wear my collar? I don't mind it, its what I'm used too. She blushed as she asked this. Her eyes staring at him, and her tail limp, she was shy sometimes.
Thread: (Chickenbone & Nyoko)

He smiled kindly at her. It's okay. He took the leash part off of the collar and handed it to her so that she could wear it. He kind of understood how it would be strange. And it's okay, I'll get you anything you need. He said as he walked into the store and expecting her to follow. You can pick out a couple of outfits to wear. I'm... not really much into the shopping thing so I can always get a maid to come get you some things.
Thread: (Chickenbone & Nyoko)

She slipped the collar back on around her neck and smiled, that felt much better. She smiled up at him and followed him into the store. There was no reason for her to run from him, he had been nothing but kind to her. I don't need much, sir. Just maybe a few outfits. She never thought she needed much, and was never given much anyways. Her tail wagged contently behind her and she was a bit happier now that she was out of that cage. You have maids, master?
Thread: (Chickenbone & Nyoko)

Sith looked over at her, Yes, they help me around the mansion. They do get paid for it though, they are not like you probably would know of. And you don't have to call me master. He reassured her as they walked through the cloths sections of the store they were in.
Thread: (Chickenbone & Nyoko)

Nyoko nodded, she figured the maids weren't slaves like she was. He looked to uncomfortable when he bought her to have had many slaves. She was surprised she didn't have to call him master, even though it might slip out sometimes, Okay, sir. She said and looked around at the clothing.
Thread: (Chickenbone & Nyoko)

Thank you. Sith said happy she didn't do it again. He knew it was a habit and some habits were just really hard to break. He stopped and let her lead them around since he didn't know what she'd wear, I don't really mind buying you anything though. It's not like I'm poor.
Thread: (Chickenbone & Nyoko)

As they walked along she stayed next to him or behind him, not wanting to lead. She pointed out a few outfits she wanted but that was it. She didn't want much, just some nice clothes to wear, Thats all I think, sir. She smiled at him, thankful soon she would be out of these clothes.
Thread: (Chickenbone & Nyoko)

Okay, He smiled at her and took the cloths up to the counter to pay for them. After he payed for the cloths he walked out, Now let's get home. The maids will be delighted to have a girl to take care of now. He laughed. It's not that far, just right outside the town. It's in walking distance. He said as he started off in the direction he wanted to go.
Thread: (Chickenbone & Nyoko)

Nyoko smiled as they left the store and she carried some of her new clothes, Well wont you be taking care of me, sir? She walked along behind him, her tail up and swishing back and forth. She hadn't been this content in a long while. She kept following him as they started home, and noticed people staring at her, because nekos were so rare. One of the reasons she liked wearing her collar, those preying eyes would know who she belonged too.
Thread: The Frost Elf (Daddy's little slut and Papanomics)

For several months, we have been investigating a bizzare, unique, and rare kind of humanoid creature in these parts... we have no name for it yet, but we call them frost elves. In this icy climate, they live comfortably, without hassles and disease free. We have yet to obtain one, but our research shows that these elves only come in the female gender. Being humanoid, we are curious and excited to see how their body relates to the bodies of our everyday women. This is doctor Adam Randall, logging off. Adam pressed the red squared button on his recorder and stopped it from collecting his voice. Jason, Brett... we're going out to the fields. Make sure you've got your scarves on. He said with a smile. We need to catch one of these beautiful little angels or no one in the world is going to believe our claims.
Thread: The Frost Elf (Daddy's little slut and Papanomics)

Re The Frost Elf Daddy's Little Slut and Papanomics SHe watched him from afar, her pale white skin covered only by a thin gown, after all frost elves ignored the cold. She twitched her ears curiously and ran over to him, going in plain view. H-hello she said nervously, looking at him. She had her hands over her perky b cup tits, but the gown showed off her nubile young pussy clearly. She looked about sixteen in human years.
Thread: The Frost Elf (Daddy's little slut and Papanomics)

Re The Frost Elf Daddy's Little Slut and Papanomics Adam Randall hopped back as soon as he entered the tundra. This elf that he had been seeking for so long was not only approaching him, but she also spoke to him, and in english too. Then Brett rushed out with a camera and started to snap pictures frantically. Adam did notice her clad wear, but most of all, her absolute adaptation to such turbulent weather conditions. Adam couldn't wait for Jason much longer. Hello. My name... is Adam. What is your name? He spoke to her like a simpleton, he didn't want to confuse her or scare her away. He wanted to kill Brett for taking pictures so aggressively.
Thread: The Frost Elf (Daddy's little slut and Papanomics)

Re The Frost Elf Daddy's Little Slut and Papanomics She smiled softly, looking at adam and ignoring brett. I'm Alicia She said softly walking over to him. Hello... Adam. SHe was cute and innocent, not noticing her near nudity. my tribe... not want me can I go with you? She asked with a girlish smile. She knew humans were bad but he was so nice....
Thread: The Frost Elf (Daddy's little slut and Papanomics)

Re The Frost Elf Daddy's Little Slut and Papanomics Adam smiled, Yes. Yes, actually, we have a safe... house. A safe house. Where we are... trying to know more... about you. He spoke with his hands, the moved and circled each other to emphasize meaning. Would you please, follow me? He said, starting to step backwards in the snow, making his way to their research house where at least he didn't have to freeze. Brett was still taking pictures, particularly of her pussy and tits.
Thread: The Frost Elf (Daddy's little slut and Papanomics)

Re The Frost Elf Daddy's Little Slut and Papanomics She followed him, letting them take pictures. She smiled shyly her tits very perky and excited from the attention. She was a very submissive girl, and loved being ordered around, even if these were not really orders. SHe looked at brett and winked.
Thread: The Frost Elf (Daddy's little slut and Papanomics)

Re The Frost Elf Daddy's Little Slut and Papanomics Brett grinned, running his fingers through his black spiky hair. She's so fucked.... He said with a wider grin, following them inside. Adam led her inside, finally able to remove his jacket, later dropping it off on top of a chair. Um. Alicia. This is our research facility. It may be a little warmer than what you're used to... but it's ten times more comfortable for us in here. Please sit down... He said, taking a seat himself in a lounging chair.
Thread: The Frost Elf (Daddy's little slut and Papanomics)

Re The Frost Elf Daddy's Little Slut and Papanomics Alicia sat in a chair with her legs crossed, hiding her pussy for the first time, she smiled at Adam and Brett, shy and slutty at the same time. She didnt have any concept of privacy which was why she wasnt upset with bretts pictures. Adam what did your friend mean when he said I was... Fucked? She tilted her head as she saw his jacket, having no idea what it was made of, after all her gown was made from the purest silk, extracted from a secret flower. She picked up his jacket and began to examine it.
Thread: The Frost Elf (Daddy's little slut and Papanomics)

Re The Frost Elf Daddy's Little Slut and Papanomics Adam glared over at Brett. He said that to you? He asked, his fists starting to ball. Brett grinned and waved. Oh come on... I was just kidding with the whore. Adam stood up, Brett please get the fuck out for a moment. You're going to scare the girl away. He couldn't deny though, this elf was a damn sexy woman.
Thread: The Frost Elf (Daddy's little slut and Papanomics)

Re The Frost Elf Daddy's Little Slut and Papanomics The young elf looked at the two of them, her ice blue eyes full of naive confusion. She watched Brett leave, grumbling and angry. She ran a hand through her pale blonde, almost white hair. It's warm in here... Adam. She smiled innocently. Why is he angry at me? did I do something wrong? Her voice had a soft undertone like the ringing of ice being struck, he probably would not have noticed because of the wind outside. She tilted her head, stroking his jacket absentmindedly.
Thread: The Frost Elf (Daddy's little slut and Papanomics)

Re The Frost Elf Daddy's Little Slut and Papanomics Adam watched Brett leave and finally turned to look over at her. I am sorry about Brett. He's an idiot. He said quietly. You said there was a tribe?
Thread: WAR! Survivor00 & Confrazzled

Ethan stirred a few times during the flight, catching only a brief glimpse of the treetops skimming past only scant inches below him before lapsing back into the realm of unconsciousness. He swam in the black void, his body aching horribly, for what felt like years. Yet the constant pain told him that he was still alive?still alive against all odds. He finally stirred, his head pounding as if though a battery of howitzers were going off in his skull. He let out a pitiful groan as his head rolled loosely on his shoulders. Unaware of his surroundings or his restraints, he tried to move, only to gasp out in pain as a fiery lance of pain speared his arm. He didn't dare move it again, he know that it was definitely broken. He cracked open his eyes slowly, the dim cave lighting slipping in and out of focus, pulling itself from the gloom. He let out a groan, lifting his head. ??Where?am I?? Ethan muttered groggily. Once again, he tried to free himself, only this time he realized that he had been bound to a tree trunk. ??What the hell?!? He snapped, his eyes suddenly wide with surprise and shock. Everything that had happened, the Romin , the convoy ambush, firing at the fragon... He stiffened like a board when he saw that dragon laying there, every bit of instinct and training screaming at him to run. But there was nothing he could do! ??Help!? He shouted, hoping that someone would hear his pleas.
Thread: WAR! Survivor00 & Confrazzled

??Noone??s going to hear you from here, Atlovian,? Lizreth called, not bothering to turn to face him. Her eyes instead were trained on her forearm, on the swaths of gauze that she wrapped expertly over the raw, rock-scraped, flesh. A minor wound, but a clean one now, washed as it had been and scented sharply with herbal linament. A week, perhaps, to heal, maybe two. Not nearly so minor were the wounds of her dragoness. ??But if that godawful cauterwaul persists, it shall prove rather annoying to my dragoness and I. Do we need to gag you?? He could see her, from where he was bound. At least, he could see the back of her, where she sat, tailor-style, beside a shallow hollow on the floor of the cave. The hollow was obviously stocked for a later fire, but as yet, none had been lit. The young woman herself was not quite so visible, her back turned to him as it was, the long, inky-black flag of her hair hanging loose to spill out onto the ground behind her still snarled with brambles as she had not yet tended to it. Wounds before vanity. If he were looking, he could see her wriggling as she struggled to tuck in and tie off the end of her bandage, one-handed, then sever it with the sharp flash of a ebon-handled switchblade. She tucked it away, into one of the myriad pockets, darting a sharp, dark glance towards him, over her shoulder, but quite obviously none too fazed. The dragoness regarded him too, from that one azure eye. The beast was stretched out docilely enough but more than enough strength still resided in those coiled, steely muscles to smote him from the face of the mountain in a single talonned swipe.
Thread: WAR! Survivor00 & Confrazzled

Even though the voice of the Ancelterri pilot that bound him entered his ears, it took several moments before Ethan was willing to look away from the large dragon that lay before him. No Atlovian POW had ever been retrieved from the Ancelterri, and nobody knew what was done to them, or if they did, they weren??t telling. The most common rumor among the Atlovian forces was that they were simply fed to the dragons, and as he stood here, bound to a tree before a dragon ?? one that he had wounded - he just couldn??t get the thought out of his head. Finally, he turned and glared at the woman with blue-green eyes, only able to see her long, black hair and a glimpse of her flight outfit. His eyes blazed with anger at her slaughter of his friends and countrymen. She looked back over her shoulder quickly, also glaring back at him. He had wounded her dragon, and she had killed his friends and taken him captive. It didn??t seem like an even trade to him. ??Fucking Ancel.? He growled, ??You??re not going to get away with this. We??re going to crush your country into dust.? He said to her, trying not to move, as any struggles sent pain lancing through his broken arm. He knew somewhere in his mind that his tough guy act wasn??t working, but it was the only comfort that he had. He had lost, they had driven into an ambush and gotten wiped out, there wasn??t anything else they could do about it, the dead were already dead. But he couldn??t give up. He knew that Atlova had to be sending more forces to make up for the loss and then some. Anceltierre couldn??t last for long, they would have to run out of dragons, and once that happened? Hopefully the war would be over fast? He winced as another stab of pain jolted his arm, but he refused to look away from her.
Thread: WAR! Survivor00 & Confrazzled

??Crush us? You? You??re not even fit to crush an ant, Chtzni,? retorted the woman, none too fazed, and employing a distinctly Ancelterri term, one reserved for the weakest, most malformed culled dragonets. One he probably failed to identify as anything other than necessarily patronizing and derogatory. She laughed, a sharp sound, though laced with an undercurrent of its customarily smoky tones. ??You seem to forget who between us is tied to the tree. And is going to remain so.? She was in charge of this situation. She. Lizreth Cirruswheeler. He did not even need to know her name, if she wished otherwise. As it was, the pilot did not even flick her eyes towards him as she unfolded those loosely leather-garbed legs and gathered up her precious supplied, having set them to rights in the confines of the small emergency medical parcel that each pilot was allotted for personal use. Worth its weight in gold, she??d heard time and time again of the little wicker-and-leather satchel. She strode towards the mounds of supplied unhitched from the dragon and heaped in the orderly pile among the harness-leathers, elfin point of her chin raised preternaturally high. Tucked it away, before rummaging through for another, more personal satchel, to retrieve a comb. Now she could attend to vanity. Arrogant, prig-headed Atlovian, she internalized, reining in guttural, angry muttering, as she stalked. At the shared thought, Evaleen let a soft whuffle erupt from her nostrils, a concurrence, draughtier than any blacksmith??s bellows and sending puffs of smoke sharply against the ground, whence it eddied, swirling upwards slightly, and drifting towards the prisoner. Lizreth smirked, knowing just how strongly such a gesture from a deadly dragon was sure to frighten him. It amused her to prolong the image, so bent low over the pack, fiddling a little longer than necessary.
Thread: CoNfUsEd-KiDz

A Fairy And Her Wish ---Peter PanTinkerbell--- Tinkerbell had never really thought about what she wanted. She would always just tag along with Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, helping them on their little adventures. She was so small she could only hold one emotion at a time, so since she was always consumed by the feeling of either being free or rushing adrenaline from the mishaps the Lost Boys and Peter were always getting into, she never gave a second thought to much else. Well, at least until one night when she was tucking herself into her little clock tower of a room. As she lay there, giving off a faint glow she peered out of the clock and looked down at a sleeping Peter Pan. She couldn't hold back a smile and a wave of happiness consumed her body. Peter Pan was a terrific lad, and though he never wanted to grow up, he had let himself do such just a little. He was now just at the age of eighteen, and the Lost Boys had followed his lead letting themselves grow up a bit as well so that the majority of them were sixteen and fifteen. Tink had always been seventeen, so it was nice to see that all of them were a little more mature and closer to her age now. She had always been like a mother figure among them, but now that was changing. And as she looked down upon the sleeping Peter Pan she could feel something else was changing as well. As she gazed with her big blue eyes a different kind of feeling began to wash over her. She gave a very slight frown and pushed her tiny tissue-like blanket away from her small body. She crawled to the end of her 'room' and leaned forward, tiny hands on the edge of the door leading out. Tinkerbell narrowed her eyes curiously and leaned forward. Such action caused her to tumble out from the clock room and land beside Peter with a soft thump. She shook her head, fairy dust sparkling off her body, and leaving a thin trace of it layered on the sheet. She glanced worriedly at the teen hoping she hadn't woken him with her bright shining in the middle of the night. Seeing as how she hadn't landed on him, he had barely noticed, and only stirred slightly. She scurried closer to him, and sat herself near his chest. She could feel the warmth radiating off his larger frame, and couldn't help the feeling of intense warmth take over her small body. She sighed, as if now content, and sprawled herself against his sheets getting comfortable rather quickly. Next to Peter Pan's warm body Tinkerbell began to relax and slowly drift off to sleep. Her wings fluttered every so often through the night, and her small glowing body didn't glow too bright for it to be a distraction.
Thread: CoNfUsEd-KiDz

Co-Worker Fun Elizabeth Porter sighed, leaning against an empty booth's table and glanced around at the crowd in the restaurant. It wasn't packed, but not exactly dead either. She saw someone's hand go up, and pushed herself to walk over to them. She glanced over to the side to see if the other waitress was busy, and she was currently waiting on another table. Elizabeth make herself smile for the customer who called for her over. Yes Sir? She questioned politely, running her fingers through her dark locks. The man ordered another round of beers for his table and Elizabeth wandered off towards the bar section. She leaned against the wooden counter and called out, Scott, two Budweiser, a Heineken, and a Coors. She chewed on her full pink lip and glanced over her shoulder. A grin dances along her pretty face as she noticed a few people staring. She turned her hand and leaned her chin into her palm, watching Scott taking the beers from their fridges. Elizabeth was dressed a little provocatively today, but the boss never payed any attention, as long as his waitresses and waiters wore their smocks it was fine with him whatever they chose to wear under them. Today the nineteen year old had on a very short leather skirt, and a black zip up shirt with short sleeves to match. Though she kept it a tad unzipped, the lace of her black bra peeking out just a little. Her legs were covered with leather boots that stopped just below her knees. The only reason Elizabeth was dressed this way because after her shift was over at nine she was planning on going out to a club to party. It was a Friday night, and this girl loved to dance. Here ya go Izzy, Scot said setting the beers on the counter before her. She shot the older man a smile, and grabbed the bottles by their necks, stepping away from the bar with a quick, thanks to the tender. She turned on her heel and headed back towards the table. Setting the beers down next to their appropriate drinkers the men thanked her and she replied, Is there anything else I could get you all? She heard one of then snicker and knew they had been saying somethings about her. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, then they told her they didn't need anything and dismissed her. She happily left their table, letting her eyes roll now. Her dark eyes lifted when the door jingled and watched them be seated. Elizabeth strut towards the other waitresswaiter and nudged hisher arm gently, You wanna take them? Or want me to? She asked with a slight smile. Izzy didn't mind the boygirl, not at all, she actually thought she was kind of cute, and hisher big eyes were just adorable. She glanced over to the seated couple and then back to her co-worker. Elizabeth hooked a thumb into her loose belt behind her apron, moving her other wrist to jingle her bracelets a bit.
Thread: CoNfUsEd-KiDz

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Thread: Well I feel like I have to ask.

Yu-Gi-Oh....? Ups, downs. Lay it on me.
Thread: Well I feel like I have to ask.

Ehh it's the show was alright, the card game was decent. I still prefer Magic the gathering, it's more challenging
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If I had a cock, I would cock-slap the newer show.
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Well I agree with both of you. I love playing card games and I thought just as a stretch to talk about one of them.
Thread: Well I feel like I have to ask.

I find the television show absolutely hilarious, so I love it! But, when it comes to the cards, not really. I played with them for a few years when I was a kid, but the ever changing rules made the game sort of boring. I don't mind minor rule changes to games, but when things change every few months drastically is confuses me! Also, all the weird shit that happened in the show that is impossible to pull off in the actual game was strange, but maybe I just found it confusing because I was a kid at the time. Now I have to find out what time yugioh is on because I want to watch it.
Thread: Well I feel like I have to ask.

Calista said I find the television show absolutely hilarious, so I love it! But, when it comes to the cards, not really. I played with them for a few years when I was a kid, but the ever changing rules made the game sort of boring. I don't mind minor rule changes to games, but when things change every few months drastically is confuses me! Also, all the weird shit that happened in the show that is impossible to pull off in the actual game was strange, but maybe I just found it confusing because I was a kid at the time. Now I have to find out what time yugioh is on because I want to watch it. Click to expand... I randomly turned my T.V. on this morning Sat around 11 and it was on the once WB.