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Thread: Fight the power!!!(Razgriz and I)

No one aboard the Dai-Gurren knew of their sole tracker, as she still a fairways behind from where they were now. Of course, the giant 'footprints' left by the colossal mech would make it a bit easier to follow them, hence why they traveled underground more often than not. The scouting party had not returned quite yet, performing one final sweep above ground before they would return inside. Simon still chuckled at the memory of Nia's first attempt at cooking he personally thought it was fantastic, but for whatever reason it wasn't a huge hit with the others. Now, however, she and Old Man Coco were the finest chefs on the surface world - or at least that's what Simon would say. No, he said he was going to do an extended search alone everyone else is back though. Said he would be back in a little bit Probably not something she wanted to hear, but Irula sometimes did that. Still...With his experience, there were few Simon knew could handle themselves on the outside. Irula meanwhile, was looking around in his Gunman near a cliff wall about ten miles from where the Dai-Gurren was 'buried', trying to find the very thing Simon had wanted him to look for. Finding it at night would have been easier, but hopefully the residual dawn would still make it somewhat simple to spot. After a few more minutes, his eyes rested on what he was looking for. Simon, I'll give you credit Nia's going to love this. It was a rare luminescent flower, one that produced a vibrant pink glow. The petals were long and evenly-spaced, seeming to hold their weight with only the tips drooping in a rough bell-shape. He didn't know what it was called exactly, but it was something he'd seen before. However, right as he was getting ready to dig it up, he heard something. Smelled something that sent a cold shiver down his spine. A threat. A low rumbling growl left his throat, his eyes flashing dangerously as he muttered, Beastman. It had to be nothing else that had this scent would have followed them out here. Seemed the flower would have to wait and he was too far away to go back and warn them. And he couldn't risk radio communication, since he knew that bastard Viral was smart enough to equip a unit or with a radio analyzer. That meant he was alone...He would have to deal with this threat by himself, something he knew about as he ducked behind and had his Gunman start to make his way up the back. If he had the high ground, he might be able to surprise these assholes.
Thread: Fight the power!!!(Razgriz and I)

Hmm, Lily pondered as she stared intently at the ground, her eyes narrowing slightly before she saw the tiniest clue on where the trail picked up. Aha! Can't fool these eyes, hehe! She wasn't paying attention to her tracker, since she was doing things the old fashioned way. Of course she had slowed down quite a bit trying to pick up the remainder of the trail. She hoped she could make up for lost time, but it didn't help that whatever was obscuring the trail had done so that she couldn't just follow a straight path. Seems like she had to walk from now. Though something made the hairs on her tail stand on end. She felt like she was being watched. It was impossible that her pack had caught up to her, so what was that? She moved her hand to her turn on her tracker, and while it was faint, she saw an energy reading, and it was close. Very close. It wasn't Dai Gunzan, it was something else... She couldn't open up her communication channel, so what could she do? If it was a human, they would probably see her as an enemy. She had to plan this out carefully, otherwise she might end up fighting them, which she wanted to avoid. She had to get close, but how?
Thread: Magical Harem RP

If other men are allowed to join, I'd be down.
Thread: Magical Harem RP

Sure, I'd be up for it.
Thread: Magical Harem RP

SithLordOfSnark said If other men are allowed to join, I'd be down. Click to expand... Male players, certainly. I'm still thinking about male characters and how to implement them into this RP. I was thinking it'd be nice for there to be one male character to undergo gender transformation when they wear a bracelet
Thread: Magical Harem RP

I don't play females, so I'd rather just play a regular male, no gender transformation.
Thread: Magical Harem RP

I'd be interested in playing a magicalmonster girl for this.
Thread: Magical Harem RP

I would be up for this could play magical girl or monster girl whatever you want me too
Thread: Magical Harem RP

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Thread: The Newest Little Sex Witch {darkest_fate& 	CaptainNexus616}

The air felt thick, heavy, ominous, almost as electrified by powers that simply could not be properly processed. It oppressed the senses, weighing down on her as she blinked slowly, fighting to regain consciousness slowly. Her body felt sluggish, as if she'd woken from not just sleep, but anesthesia, her body fighting to regain control, her brain kicking in painfully slowly. Everything seemed to be in place two arms, two legs, a head, all the right parts in all the right positions. Two wide brown eyes blinked again, though she couldn't see. Another blink, and she raised a hand. The pale white of her delicate fingers showed. So it was the room the room was dark her eyes were fine. She took a breath, lowering her hand, working her fingers. Her hand brushed against her torso. she felt something, something different. Frowning, she looked down. Why am I wearing--- she said, twisting to look. A Hogwarts uniform, ripped right off the screen. The sweater hung on her, the dress shirt, even the skirt wrapped around her hips, all done in the appropriate color combinations. Someone had dressed Emma Watson as Hermione Granger again. The outfit didn't quite fit she'd grown, if slightly, since she'd last put this on. Then again, they'd purposefully worked to hide Emma's growing curves, to push back her womanhood and make her look like the eternally brainy teenage girl. For many, Emma and Hermione had become too tightly intertwined. That helped explain why Emma's love life almost made Hermione's look torrid. At least Hermione likely got her love to sleep with her Emma remained untouched. Well, she had toys, but... Definitely not what she should be thinking of. The foggy girl forced herself to her feet, wobbling. Her lithe, strong legs normally had no problems, but whatever had been used upon her did not seem to want to leave in a hurry. Emma felt it still weighing her, still making her body heavy, too heavy. She brushed a hand against a skirt, shifting someone had even changed her undergarments. She'd been wearing... something else, something designer, most likely she often did. The girl dared pull the skirt, flushing as she saw panties that matched the Gryffindor colors. She quickly smoothed that. I've been kidnapped by perverts with a Hermione fetish, she whispered, looking around. She laughed dryly. You'd think they could have left me a wand, at least. Emma extended her arms, moving them in grand sweeping motions while she began taking tentative steps, desperate to explore the room around her and start answering all the burning questions.
Thread: The Longest Forty-Three Minutes {darkest_fate&Google}

And Selena had thought that her outfit would look silly. The red leather and transparent white nylon outfit had looked great when she'd done her performance and all, but it definitely wasn't the sort of thing she wanted to wear when out clubbing, and certainly not with the heeled boots to balance. But compared to what several of the people in Purgatory wore, it was downright tame. Selena lost count of how many flashes of body she saw peeking out through leather, vinyl, and who knows what else. Just in the few minutes she'd been in the club, she'd seen at least three sets of breasts, one dick that appeared to be wrapped in a zippered pouch, and no less then a dozen bared asses, often in chaps. The sight had already been burned into her virginal mind, likely never to leave. But she'd agreed to this, though she now sorely regretted it. Selena already promised herself to never, ever make a bet like this ever again. Her dancer must have had some inside information or something. Plus, Selena hadn't figured that this club would be... like this, like she'd entered the pages of 50 Shades of Grey only with about ten times as many doms. The outfit did hug Selena's slender form well, encasing the girl's petite breasts and making her rounded ass look scrumptious. Selena's curves had only recently started to fully develop, but now there was no denying the smooth contours of her sexy body. Nor could one overlook her pretty face, especially with the light makeup enhancing her pretty dark eyes and her nearly cherubic expression. Dark, almost maroon lipstick dotted her lips, but otherwise, she'd put on only the usual. Without a team, she couldn't quite match the hair she'd worn for the show, but she'd managed to draw it up and let it fall in curly waves along her slender shoulders. People recognized her. She knew they did, though no one had said anything. Well, nearly no one a guy who looked about ready to bust out of his leather had asked if she was a Selena Gomez impersonating and if she'd touch his dick for fifty dollars. Selena had then sprinted away. Her eventual journeying had taken her to a surprisingly empty back booth. Selena didn't question her luck, sliding in and adjusting as best she could. She'd tucked an ID and some money away in the outfit, not wanting to carry a purse all night, though now she was regretting it. She dared dick her slender phone out of a side holster, frowning at the time. The dare had insisted at least an hour, and it had only been seventeen minutes. Selena groaned and placed her head in her hands, pretending like she didn't hear the sounds of pulse-pounding music or people moaning in pain, pleasure, and God only knew what else. Her imagination provided quite the pretty picture, but she still preferred just keeping her head down and fighting off the night. She only needed to last forty three more minutes, after all.
Thread: The Longest Forty-Three Minutes {darkest_fate&Google}

Some men would arrange for some entertainment when they went to a place like Purgetory, perhaps the most popular and most exclusive bdsm club in the country. You didn't want to leave a place like that alone of course, there was only one sort of thing you could have on you mind as you walked out the doors and to handle the urges on your own just wasn't much fun at all. But Vincent LeMarcand was not most men and on that night he had felt the desire to go to Purgetory without any plans in advance. This was something he did frequently, it was a good way to find some hot new flesh for the films that he produced and starred in, a good way to find something fun to play with. He had arrived a little while after the club opened, a bit of a problem with his computer causing a delay in the release of his latest video and he did have deadlines to meet if he wanted to keep his fans appeased, after the release of those 50 Shades books his audience had tripled and he could barely keep up with the demand anymore. There was a line at th door but he ignored it just as he ignored the people in line trying to get his attention, mostly young women who hoped to be one of his featured fucktoys in his videos... He rarely saw anything in the line that was worth paying attention to. He bouncer let him right in, the clubs ownership had anticipated that he would be there that night and a booth had been set for him, a private affair with a curtain that could be lowered and a simple card on a stand marking it as his table, the logo of his website printed on the card. As he passed the bouncer he did hear some juicy gossip though, apparently some Selena Gomez look alike was inside... Inside some tried to keep his attention but he ignored them, grabbing a bottle of beer from a passing waitress as he moved to the booth. He looked down on most of them, trying to hard, while they wore fetish gear he was in a simple pair of dark slacks and a tight t-shirt, he didn't need to dress to display he was in charge. Approaching the booth he moved through the crowd, the lesser people parting before the true alpha male in their midst but it wasn't until he was practically in his booth that he saw it wasn't empty, an eyebrow raised at the curious sight of the look alike that sat before him, nervous as a lamb in a room full of hungry predators... And she had just walked right into the den of the most dangerous predator. He slid into the booth beside her, pulling the curtain closed as he blocked any escape she might have, later the curtain might rise but for now he wanted a moment or two. You are in my booth... He said slowly, narrowed eyes appraising every inch of her, the resemblence was uncanny. Which means you are lost or you are right where you want to be. There was a smile, but it did not quite reach his eyes. But really it doesn't matter, you are where I want you for now.
Thread: The Longest Forty-Three Minutes {darkest_fate&Google}

It showed just how overwhelmed Selena was by the whole experience that the sound of the sliding curtain didn't even register for her. It wasn't until she heard the unfamiliar voice that the girl jerked up. Blinking dark eyes took in the man standing before her not dressed in any of the normal gear. He looked, in fact, like he might have just come from a casual dinner or something along those lines, and Selena did make note of how that t-shirt clung to him. Yes, he even looked classier by far then the vast majority of the clientele, a lot more like the type of model used for advertising erotica of this nature to desperate housewives. The words processed slower then his visage, and Selena blinked. What? Oh, I'm so sorry! she said, looking around and flushing. The Latin blood darkened Selena's complexion most of the time, and the flush only served to darken it more. She looked around for a moment, just noticing the signs reserving it. Oh God, there's a sign and everything, she said, nearly whimpering. So much for her hopes of having a few minutes of peace and quiet. Selena looked back up at the man. Had he been appraising her? Who was she kidding of course he'd been appraising her. This club practically forced everyone to appraise one another very, very carefully, and while Selena's garb might not be nearly as revealing as some, it did help emphasize her. She scrunched up a little, drawing her hands in as she sheepishly smiled up at the man. I really am sorry, she repeated. I'm, uh, new to places like... she gestured toward the floor, like, uh, this and it's all just a little overwhelming and your booth was open, she gestured, and quiet so I just... she bit her lip, flushing again. How embarrassing, and worse she'd have to---wait, hadn't he said something about her being right where he wanted? I'll just be going now, she mumbled, beginning to scoot her way toward the exit again. Why did the booth even have curtains? So as to not have the various scenes disturb the people sitting in it? If Selena had only seen those before, she might have pulled them herself. save for the somewhat dimmed music and the occasional loud cry, there was little indication that they were anywhere near as debauched. Of course, Selena couldn't see the little things, like hooks in the table's base for roping chains around or another rigged to lower from above or how the booth's fabric looked far, far too easy to clean fluids off of. After all, the virginal starlet wouldn't know the first place to even look for such things.
Thread: The Longest Forty-Three Minutes {darkest_fate&Google}

The smile vanished very quickly when she spoke, not because he heard anything that angered him but instead because he heard something that made him curious, a look of contemplation in his eyes. She was about the right age and build, do the hair right and the make up... Well it wouldn't have been hard to look like Selena Gomez for a little attention but the voice was perfect. He didn't sleep much so he watched more tv then most, that coupled with her shitty pop music all over the radio served to make her voice very easy for him to recognize. This wasn't some barely legal impersonator, Vincent suspected this was the real thing. Looking closely at her he saw a spot on her tight outfit where the material was flattened out in an unnatural way, a spout about the size of a credit card... or a drivers liscence. There was of course one way to be sure about her identity and Vincent had to be certain. As she tried to scoot out he stayed where he was, blocking her path easily and his hand moved quickly, almost too quick to follow his left hand was gripping her jaw and throat lightly, enough to keep her in place and afraid whole his right hand brushed over the material of her top for a moment, teasing her breasts before two fingers carefully slid the Id and money she cared from where it was tucked. Don't move. He instructed her, the tone making it clear that he did not want to be disobeyed as he released her throat and started to flip through what he had taken from her. The money was tossed aside right away but the lisence was examined carefully... He had a lot of experience checking id to ensure he didn't film an underage girl and this seemed to be real. From the Id he looked back to her with a smirk, left hand withdrawing his phone from a pocket, turning on the camera and panning it from id to her face before standing it up on the table using a stand built into the case. Miss Gomez. He said as he set her Id down, the smile back in place but his eyes aight with hunger and lust. What a shock to find you here... In my booth. Could it be that you need some excitement in your life? Turning in the booth he was able to properly face her, moving to dominate the space and force her back deeper into the booth.
Thread: The Longest Forty-Three Minutes {darkest_fate&Google}

Something in the man's eyes frightened Selena, frightened her and made her mind race. She hadn't bothered to get a false ID, not since she could definitely enter a club like this of her own will, which meant that the smiling face and the identification would match up. She didn't quite process that at the moment, so entranced was she by his domineering presence. She stared at him, wondering what he was doing. He moved, almost too fast, cutting her off. She froze, fear gripping her muscles and locking them into place. A hand snatched out, grabbed her throat, and she whimpered. Another little gasp left her as he pulled the ID out, all that information tumbling out. She made a quick grab for it, though considering their size difference, his presence, even Selena knew she stood no chance. The money went away, but the ID... I'm legal, she assured him, looking at it, and I really just--- she stopped as he said her name, her eyes going wide. In his... he didn't think... Selena flushed darker then before, scooting away. Unbeknownst to her, that scoot pushed her further into the booth, into an area that would be ever so difficult to escape from. The nervous girl swallowed. I just look like her, she said, remembering her cover story, waving a hand, really. The ID's kind of a joke, you know? Since everyone says it. Gets a laugh and all, she gave a nervous one of her own. And I really, um, didn't, like, know what this place was, she gestured around with a hand, the motion fluttery, choked by nerves. A friend just made me this bet, told me I should wear this and come here for an hour and all, she swallowed and smiled. It's been quite a while already, she said, hoping he didn't check the timer that still ran on her phone, letting her know exactly. So I should be going. People are probably noticing me. Sorry about your booth, really, and she worked to scoot, finding it difficult to maneuver in the booth, and not really noticing that her frantic escape actually drove her deeper and deeper.
Thread: The Longest Forty-Three Minutes {darkest_fate&Google}

She was being honest with him, at least in part. The ID was certainly not a fake and Vincent was now certain that this was Selena Gomez in his booth but he did believe her in the story about the bet, that she had come here because she had lost some sort of wager and because of that had to tempt the perverts of the club. Of course the time limit really didn't matter now, her attempt to get away from him had only driven her towards the back of the booth and without her knowing it she had gotten very close to some of the special provisions offered by the private booth. You are lying. He said slowly as though speaking to a child. I have seen many fake IDs in my time and that is genuine. A grin on his face, ideas coming to him, what could he do with a video of this pretty and virginal young thing? She was gorgeous in a very innocent way, better then most he worked with and more important she was famous. A video of her would make him a lot of money and of course even if he didn't release it... Well he would have power over her. He moved swiftly again, pressing closer to her, reaching up above and behind her to snatch a looped cord of silk from a hanging hook, gripping her wrist before pulling the rope tight, ensuring escape would be more difficult and that she would be pulled into an awkward position if she tried. From this point on you will be honest with me Selena. He instructed as he moved closer to her, practically pressing his body against her smaller form. If you lie I will punish you. In an instant he was gripping her chin again, forcing her to look I to his eyes as he leaned in to brush his lips over hers, teeth catching her lips as the kiss broke. Do you understand?
Thread: The Longest Forty-Three Minutes {darkest_fate&Google}

Selena had already started moving again, though her eyes remained on the man all the while. He unnerved her, made her want to run scurrying away as fast as she possibly could. Oh, how she wished she'd entered another booth. This one had just seemed so open and inviting... just like a good trap should be. The next words that came from him sent another chill down Selena's spine he knew, or at least he acted like he knew. Technically Selena had given no proof the ID truly could be faked and there were girls out there that looked like her. However, the moment he'd said those words, she looked startled, a little shock and a little fear once more rising onto that pretty face. There might not be any real physical proof, but the man only had to look into those pretty eyes to knew that he spoke complete Truth. Before Selena could recover, he moved. She gasped as she felt her hands going up, soon finding her wrists tied together. Her body stretched, the leather and fabric stretching taught. Selena hissed as she felt that leather drag against her small breasts, terrorizing her nipples for a moment as the whole thing went up and over. The girl immediately started to try and wiggle away, only to find the rope seeming to grow tighter still. The panic and fear that had been developing since the man made his appearance deepened further still, making Selena nearly whimper. From this point on, be honest? Or... or he'd punish? Selena's mouth opened to offer protests or promises, only to find her pretty lips seized by something resembling a kiss. His teeth dragged along hers, just catching, and she let out a little yelp as they broke. Her eyes again went to him, that fear showing. Really, you've got the wrong person, she insisted, trying to move to get away. Honest I just look like her, and I was totally here on accident. C'mon, just let me go. There's plenty of other people here, prettier people and all. I'm sure you can find someone who's a lot more interested, Selena started to thrash all the more, her panic starting to rise. She pulled down, pulled away, just plain pulled, desperate to find some means of escaping the situation she had accidentally tumbled into.