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Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Max shook his head a bit but it was with a smile, No not here, to many ears for my taste to discuss that subject... and I somehow doubt Brawler is keen on leaving you alone with some wandering rogue of a swordsman who has been drinking. He chuckled a bit at that part, though she had called him sir he seldom really felt like a knight these days. Aside from his skill and his family name there did not seem to be much in his eyes that set him apart from any other wandering warrior out there in the wild world of Gaia. He sipped at his ale and then ordered another before leaning back and stretching, unwittingly giving quite the view of his broad chest and sculpted arms to those who bothered to look closely enough. My father died when I was young so I can relate to that, all I had after that was my Master... but the beginning of the Zaiboch war took him as well so now it is just me by my lonesome. So I have not spent much time in any given place. Just wandered and tested my mettle against any challenge that the world gave me. It has not been an easy life but it has been interesting more often than not. His crystal blue orbs met her sparkling green gaze and he could not help but wonder what mischief danced in her eyes. He knew that she was a strong woman and that seemed able to handle herself. The scar she had shown also suggested that she had seen her share of trouble over the years. But still he wondered what exactly she might have in mind. He downed the recently delivered ale and then ordered another as well as something a little stronger. His eyes wandered a bit without him realizing it as he took in Bridget's large bust and toned body once more, she might be called amazonian if she were taller but as it was she was simply a very tempting and well muscled package. He smirked a bit and then downed the recently delivered ale and leaned back to rest a bit. He realized he should know better than to eye her like that... if Brawler caught him looking at her like that he might find himself in a bit of trouble. Part of him however wondered if it just might be worth it.
Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Max finished his ale then downed the glass of potent spirits as well before accepting her offer and savoring the roasted meat of his homeland. He also motioned that his drinks should be replaced. He did not speak for a time as he thought about what she said. He had always been a bit of a loner and so had never really given it much thought to be honest. His families home was outside the city after all and so the woods and mountains were more home to him than the city really was. They traveled to the city for needed supplies and so his father could speak to the King... his father had sworn fealty to the King but there was no familial oath for the house of Draco. It was why he was technically considered a Knight Errant. Finally he spoke, I suppose I am more used to keeping to myself... my home is no small cabin but it is outside the city and more a part of the mountain and forest than anything else. I suppose my wandering has given me a lot of time to myself as well, just me and Kaiser out in the wilderness save for the animals and the land. He sipped his fresh ale and continued to work at the roast meat when it was offered to him. He was also suddenly aware of just how close Bridget was to him and had to force his eyes, and his mind, from wandering once more. It was part of why he was nursing the tankard of ale and eying the hard spirits once more. It was a distraction to dull his senses just enough that he could fool himself into thinking she was just another merchant and not a powerfully built and buxom beauty, he smirked and suddenly thought that might take more ale and spirits than the pub had to offer in the long term. One advent of the long times he spent alone is despite looks that easily rivaled those of the knight he used to train against, and a body of sculpted muscle much like that of his late master... he had far less of an impression on how it affected those around him. So he was neither cocky or overconfident in his appearance. He slowly nursed his ale before he continued with his earlier questions. Yes the prevention of such abuse of power is why my family never offered a familial oath of fealty... each generation choose a king or kingdom and it ends with the death of the one who uttered the oath. He took another sip of his ale before continuing even as his crystal blue gaze stared out into the night, So I am guessing Brawler is rather particular about who he leaves you with then... seems the protective sort... though I suppose out in the woods he could relax a bit if he wanted.
Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Max felt the ale and spirits having an affect on him though not quite the one he expected. Even as he noticed Bridget taking longer and longer glances at him while she spoke of Brawler trusting him and her desire not to simply be married off to some rich family... his own eyes went more and more to her lush figure and those fiery eyes. He found himself tempted to mention that generations of knighthood had left his family fairly well to do but that he had no such concerns since his mother had died in childbirth and his father fighting at the side of the King of Fanelia. When she stood he found his eyes glued to the sway of her full hips and the bounce of her large bust when she went up the stairs. He shook his head a bit and then looked down at his ale and finished it and the meat she had ordered. He wondered why he could not stop looking at her as far more than just a merchant or employer, when he looked he saw a strong and very attractive woman. Part of him wondered if Brawler had some agenda of his own but that simply made him chuckle and then he finished the glass of powerful spirit and leaned back to close his eyes. Though his minds eye was no less affected by his thoughts than those he had just closed, and it too was filled with images of her lush curves and toned limbs. He felt himself flush at those thoughts and something inside him stirred a bit. He shook his head clear for a moment and then stood and walked over to the barkeep, he tossed enough currency on the counter to cover his drinks as well as everything that Bridget had ate and drank and a decent tip for the server. The barkeep raised an eyebrow and spoke softly, The young lady already payed for everything. Max shook his head a bit then spoke softly as well and slide even more currency across to the man, Let her pay for the crew, but this should cover her room as well as the meal and drink we had and my room... so you can remove those charges from her tab. The man shrugged but then nodded and took the money. Max made his way up to the room that had been arranged for him , he wondered for a moment how large the rooms on the ship were... he did not mind cots or even bedrolls but he had the means ti get a few beds for those deserving if the room were large enough and he new a few craftsman in Asturia so perhaps he could see to something when they arrived there. For now he striped down to his undergarments folding his clothes and placing them at the bedside upon a chair, he leaned his weapons against that chair as well and then lay down and closed his eyes. He lay there with his powerful frame uncovered and simply relaxed on the lavish bed letting himself drift off to sleep.
Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Bridget awoke the next morning early as she always did. After stretching around in the bed, she picked up her scattered clothes off of the floor and got dressed, pulling her boots on over her feet. Making her way downstairs, she was adjusting her bodice as she met the person in charge of the inn. Not even caring to see the tab, she just asked how much it was and paid it before making her way toward the ship. Knowing that most of the men were still asleep, she took the chance to return to the ship and take a quick bath. Once cleaned up, she rubbed herself down with some fragrant oils before putting on a fresh shirt and trousers. Attaching a bodice with embroidery on it around her middle, she pulled part of her hair up into a high bun then wrapped the belt around her throat to cover the long scar on the side of her throat. Now she was ready to get to work and would do so. As the sun rose, Bridget sat in her small office in the airship, writing up request orders for supplies that she would take into Fanelia with her. Once the sun had gotten an edge on her, Bridget left the ship and walked through the busy streets of Fanelia. She rather enjoyed the liveliness of the city, already seeing some of the supplies they had delivered being put to good use by the civilians. Stopping at an armory, market, and linen store, she ordered what she needed before deciding to take a leisurely stroll through the industrial district. After ordering some raw materials that could be used for repairs on their ship, Bridget found herself sitting at a little bakery eating some bread. Her emerald eyes flicked around the crowd a few times before shifting the saber at her side. It had been a long time since things had been so peaceful, but it was a pleasant change to how things had been during the war with Zaibach. Once she was finished with her breakfast, Bridget started walking toward the ship, a bounce in her step as she waved to members of her crew as they started to emerge from the inn. When she was closer to the ship, she barked a few orders out to the crew who were loading up supplies. Grabbing a few things as she inspected the crates, she helped the men secure a few in place so they wouldnt move once they were back on route to Asturia. Smirking a bit, she went to the bridge and patted Brawlers shoulder in greeting as she sat upon the railing between the upper and lower levels of the bridge, her legs swinging a bit as she watched the members of her crew monitor the instruments of the ship. It was all typical maintenance they did while docked somewhere for more than a day. Bridget glanced around at the ship a few times, wondering if Max was wandering through the city or somewhere on the ship. Immediately feeling her cheeks flush a little, she shook her head and smacked her cheek to get her head out of the clouds. She had things to do, and she did her best to distract herself with them as the afternoon slowly approached.
Thread: Apocalyptic fun (Fiye and Zombie)

Joan sighed, pulling on a long overcoat. It was finally her time. It wasnt even like she was the best candidate she was just the one that was chosen to go. It wasnt fair, but then again there was no way it could be after what had happened. They had started a war larger than any other. Larger than any they could even contain. And then it happened. All Hell broke loose, quite literally. No one knew exactly what caused it, but it had happened none the less. It was the worst thing that could have happened. At the time, Joan was with her family on a cruise. When they finally got word of the war it was too late. They ended up wrecked on an island, not completely deserted, but close enough to it. It was obviously owned by a very wealthy person because the island was covered in buildings, about to be opened as a resort. Now it looked awful. Many buildings had burned down, but it wasnt completely ruined. Now the people that made it off the ship and into the barricade seemed to be the only survivors. There werent too many of them left after only a week. It was not looking good. They had started drawing straws to see who would be next to go out to scavenge for food, water, and whatever else they could find. They mainly stayed hidden in a secret basement after they heard the screams of the people that were actually still on the island. Now Joan was handed the gasmask. It was almost too big for her but the straps were tightened and it was fine. They didnt expect her to come back anyways. It was the little bit of hope they had that she would bring food and they wouldnt have to eat each other that kept them doing this. She sighed, waving goodbye to the few she knew and then she was gone. She was very cautious as she left, making sure not to be seen, though she couldnt be sure. She sighed, though it wasnt enough to be heard by anything. She didnt know where to even go. She eventually found her way outside and found a convenience store that was still intact and went in. She found the first food she could and kneeled down, not even realizing or just not worrying about showing her panties to whoever was watching. She didnt expect anyone to even be there though.
Thread: Goo Days

The countryside was peaceful placid was a good word for it, in fact.. Along one of the roads that cut through the land like a gently rolling, twisting brown snake Ai sat, her nigh transparent body laying in the tall grass. The sunlight refracted in her body, shining off in random directions, almost making her appear as a living diamond. Her breasts, perky and large, sat proudly upon her chest, the gentle curve of her hips pressed against the soft grass. She was quite beautiful, despite being made from goo.. The wizard had seen to that. Currently, his tower lay destroyed off in the forest. He'd intended to make a bride.. but.. he'd received much more than that. A magical catalyst he'd made.. and she'd made short work of him. Admittedly, she now wished she'd kept him alive a bit longer. There was an itch in her body.. something that desperately needed to be scratched. Scratched in a way only a male could do.
Thread: Goo Days

Vince had been traveling nearby this area where she laid in the grass, a fresh new disciple of the kings high commander. He had been being trained for quite some time and was now taking a walk along the countryside, looking for some fresh prey to kill. He kept his hand on his sword as he journeyed, walking across the lush field of grass and flowers. He looked from side to side, not seeing a single thing to kill. The other disciples had told him that monsters ran across these plains all day, it seemed as though they may not have been entirely truthful. His will was strong though and he continued to push on. As he was walking though he thought he saw something laying in the grass a bit away from him. Pulling out his sword, he readied it in his hands as he journeyed onward towards what he saw.
Thread: Goo Days

Ai was humming cheerfully under her breath, the sound quite like the tinkling of bells, though it was muffled and somewhat tinny, as if underwater. Her legs crossed, one foot gently swaying through the air as she lounged in the sun, feeling herself go, well, gooey beneath the heat of the sun.. and then a shadow fell over her, that of a young man. She glanced up at him. Oh.. he was quite attractive. The itch intensified. She slowly turned ,her hair falling over her shoulder, her legs gently kicking behind her, crushing the grass gently. Hi, she burbled cheerfully. Who are you?
Thread: Goo Days

Vince blinked as he looked down at her, tilting his head to the side. Was this a monster or was it just his imagination. Shaking his head slowly he then said My name is Vince Nesmin, third disciple to Lord Chekan and you'll have to be my prey for today. He had never seen a monster like this before, so he wasn't entirely certain what he should do. However he held his sword with both his hands and went into a defensive stance, in case it attacked.
Thread: Goo Days

Ai looked at him curiously, slowly standing as he brandished a piece of steel at her. And... she disappeared. The puddle of goo quickly zipped over to him, reforming right before his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, before she once again turned to liquid, going over his shoulder, forming behind him. Her hands pressed to his chest. What's that pointy thing? she asked in his ear, resting her head on his shoulder.
Thread: Goo Days

Vince thought he was ready, but what she had just done there he couldn't have comprehended. As she quickly slid over to him he gasped and almost stumbled backwards. As he was about to though he felt her appear behind him now, turning his head quickly to look at her. Feeling even more confused now when she asked about the sword, he said It's my sword, it will strike you down monster! He tried to make a quick movement, spinning himself around and to slash where she was behind him.
Thread: Goo Days

However, as Vince turned around to strike at her with his sword, he'd find nothing there. She'd already become goo once more, in a puddle between his legs. She lurched up, her body slipping under his armor through every little crack she could find. She was there on him, a thick blanket, pressed against his hard muscles, bypassing metal and cloth..
Thread: Goo Days

Vince looked wildly about for a moment as she was nowhere to be seen. He then gasped as he felt the substance move up under his armor, it felt like it was enveloping him completely. He let out a startled shout and dropped his sword, reaching up to rip the pieces of armor off of him, trying to find where it had gone so he could get rid of it. Tossing the pieces onto the ground he soon found himself naked, staring at the goo.
Thread: Goo Days

Ai rippled across his entire body, a small face forming at her top, at the base of his neck. Hi there, she said cheerfully. You're naked, she pointed out helpfully, her body dropping off of him, reforming into the beautiful young lady she normally was. I have an.. itch inside of me. Do you want to scratch it? she asked, innocent heavy in her voice.
Thread: Goo Days

Vince groaned as he noticed that he was now naked too. About to pick up his sword however he stopped short and looked up at the monster. It was quite attractive, he didn't know why he was trying to kill it two seconds ago. Leaning back up to stand he listened to her request, a little confused at first he, his eyes then went a little wide, as he pointed to himself and said You mean...me...and you?
Thread: Goo Days

Ai offered him a watery little smile, before her legs coiled up a bit.. and then she was on him, her hands on his shoulders, her body baring his to the ground. Yes, you silly man, she said, poking him on the end of his nose. She fell on top of him.. aiming wasn't an issue when her body was completely and totally permeable.. he could fuck her elbow and still get inside of her.. His cock nestled up into where her stomach would normally be.
Thread: Goo Days

Vince fell backwards and gasped at this feeling, her body surrounding his cock with the gooey substance. It took him a second to get used to the idea and he looked up at her. Looking back down at her body, he wondered to himself if it mattered but obviously not. It was still a little too strange for him to comprehend, all he knew was she was there and it felt good. Biting his lip for a moment, he said Where exactly...is the itch?
Thread: Goo Days

She smiled down at him, her slowly feeling his cock come to hardness inside of her gooey body. The fact that she was vibrating around him was probably helping.. And the fact that her body was more or less a gigantic aphrodisiac when she wanted it to be. Mm.. get a little bigger, and you might reach it, she murred, her hips twitching gently.
Thread: Goo Days

Vince took a deep breath when she said that, his cock twitching a bit as she moved around it. It was within the realm of possibility he hadn't reached his full hardness yet. He let out a moan as she continued moving against him, something about the situation made it horribly erotic, after letting out a small breath, his cock became longer and more thick, as it became harder.
Thread: Goo Days

Ai let out a deep groan as the cock extended up into her, sliding up far into where her stomach would normally be.. She could take him like no woman ever could. Her fingers splayed out over his chest, running along the well-defined muscles as she pushed herself up, bouncing happily. He was so warm, so hard.. so well-defined, deep in her gooey, translucent body.. his cock could even be seen inside of her!
Thread: I need help designing a siggy

I'm not really sure how to do it. But i would like a picture of a futa, preferably one i chose with some cursive writing of my name....but i have no earthly idea how to do this....any help would be greatly appreciated. Whether it be telling me how to do it myself, or if anyone simply likes to do them.
Thread: M.E; Un-cataloged Events. --- Missedstations&Relix

Lieutenant Isabel Jones requested personal leave after attending the funeral of C.O Sergeant Stevens, and received it, to her surprise. She did also get a little note telling her not to investigate... Fucking military asspants bastards. She could bet it was Cerberus. They had killed off military personnel before, and managed to pay people off to kill the investigation. Almost her entire life had been in the military she joined up as soon as she could, leaving behind a boring colony life which would probably have been spent farming . As a biotic, she had been appreciated in the army. A decent salary, an interesting life, maybe sometimes she got shot at, but most of the time she had something to shoot back with. Maybe she never had a permanent home, she spent it going from military ship to ship, but a military pension was a good one, and she was saving up for a little place of her own. Maybe on the Citadel, taking a job in C-Sec or something when she retired from the army. But it was worth it, she though, to break open her savings account and get a fare to Feros. She might have joined the Alliance to get out of a poor life, but she did firmly believe in justice and equality, in that all strange deaths should be explained. Being a tourist was hard, though. Officially, she was there to broaden her mind and see some Prothean ruins. Y'know. Just out of curiosity. But stuck in the port, she epically failed at it. She managed to dress like a civilian, but there was still a concealed firearm somewhere and her red hair was in a tight bun. She looked rather more like a mercenary than a soldier, but it worked. Roughly. She managed to spend a while in a coffee shop, staring at the storm outside. She was told it was unsafe to leave, and her leads were not in this location . The waiting was making her stir crazy. Then some idiot human tried to join her, telling she had such lovely pale skin and such wonderful bone structure... That her hairstyle offset it so beautifully... She almost punched him in the face. Instead, Isabel ran off to a gunshop, dragging her suitcase with her. It didn't really encourage her potential paramour to follow her. He was left sulking with her half-finished drink, while she was talking to the turian stall-holder. ??Oh, I just love the new model. Feels so soft in the hand, hardly any recoil...? ??I am actually quite fond of Rosenkov Material's Karpov pistols...? ??Never tried them myself, but I'd like to!? ??Can give you a test run...?