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Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

As Mikayla stepped out of her room once dressing herself, she bumped into Grace and Eun in the hallway. Oh, good morning. Mikayla said sweetly but also surprised to see them still there. Alright, I figured she would be, she usually does when she drinks that much. Mikayla answered, wanting to desperately speak to her mother about all this, but appeared that she wouldnt be able to get the chance, probably not until after the weekend. Mikayla looked to Graces eyes then to Eun as the told her that she did a good thing the night before with her mother. Yeah, well shes a pain in the ass, but Ill still help her when she needs me to. Mikayla looked back to Grace, blushing softly and shaking her head. N.no, I was too tired so I just fell asleep. She answered slightly nervous. The two women closed in on her and she tensed up slightly, feeling Grace place a soft kiss to her temple and Euns knee between her own knees, a deep blush formed in Mikaylas cheeks. Remembering what she saw between Euns legs last night only made her slightly more nervous. I....I hope you both slept good. Mikayla said, trying the distract the pair of them. It didnt appear useful though as Grace pulled the hair tie from her hair and began running her fingers through it. Mikayla kept her head still as she felt Grace lightly pull at her hair while Eun lightly breathed against Mikaylas neck. The actions sent shivers through Mikaylas spine like crazy until her hair was tied into a more fashionable ponytail and the two women stepped back. Mikayla nodded in response. Okay, Ill write one now. She answered then walked towards the kitchen. As the two women began showering, Mikayla found a piece of paper and began neatly writing out a note, explaining that she had gone out with Eun and Grace, that she was sure that the woman would be in contact with her later and if not, Mikayla would call her later if she wasnt home soon then left the note on the kitchen counter. As she waited, Mikayla grabbed a banana and ate it for breakfast. Once it was gone she poured herself a glass of juice taking a sip at it before placing the glass back down. Mikayla walked to the front door and grabbed her flip flops from the shoe rack, slipped them on and walked back to the counter, picking up the glass once again and drinking the rest. Mikayla looked to the hallway and watched Eun and Grace walk out and head towards the front door. Mikayla rinsed out the glass and placed it in the dish drainer before walking towards the woman. Pausing a moment when a vibrator was mentioned. In the change room? Isnt that too public? She asked shyly. As Grace and Eun left the apartment, Mikayla followed, locking the front door behind her before walking down to the gold coloured vehicle still parked in the lot, climbing into the back seat and buckling her seatbelt up.
Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

Mikayla was in shock, the moment Eun's lips touched hers, Mikayla's eyes opened wide and she froze. Reluctantly Mikayla returned Eun's kiss, there was nothing she could do, even if she wanted to move back, Grace was standing right there with a hand from both women on her back while her hands carried the bags filled with new glossy toys. Mikayla was confused, the woman's lips were soft and much more delicate then those of her boyfriend and it actually made her enjoy the kiss more with Eun. Once the kiss was broken, Mikayla opened her eyes slowly, panting softly a couple times before her head was forced to turn to the other side, another set of lips pressing against hers. Like the kiss with Eun, the kiss with Grace was just as soft and delicate, though both women had almost immediately shoved their tongue's into her mouth, Mikayla knew that it wasn't a 'love' kiss and more of a sexual kiss, the women showing her how much they wanted her. Still, Mikayla returned Grace's kiss before being passed back to Eun, listening to Grace's statement about the weekend starting. Once Eun broke away, ending the kiss, Mikayla panted and blushed heavily. She didn't respond to the cashier and instead quickly walked out of the shop and back to the car and as soon as it was unlocked, Mikayla rushed in and buckled her seat belt. You're opening the bullet now? Mikayla asked, her cheeks still pink from blushing while looking at Grace in the front seat before turning her attention to Eun as she spoke of her outfit. Okay? So what did you have in mind then? Mikayla asked Eun except there was no response and she just assumed that she would find out soon enough. Eventually they had parked and as Mikayla looked out the passenger window to see, she was distracted and her attention turned to her lap as she felt something vibrating in her lap. Wide eyed and a soft gasp, Mikayla picked up the bullet, it was quiet but the bullet buzzing could be felt in her wrists. Great. Mikayla whispered to herself as she knew that she was going to have a hard time with this. she released a long sigh as she listened to Grace speak to her, giving a slight nod as she continued to inspect the silver bullet. Okay. Mikayla answered simply then unbuckled her belt and climbed out with the females and walked with them to the shop. Inside much like the last, there were isles and isles but instead of toys, there were beautiful clothing. The sales person pounce and Eun lead her away, seeming to distract her while Mikayla followed Grace yet again. I have no idea Grace, my mind is all over the place right now. She paused looking over the clothes. What do you and Eun like? She asked. What would you like to see me wearing? Mikayla asked softly, sighing as if to relax herself as she looked over the clothes, glancing at Grace once in a while.
Thread: Where could I put this?

So after giving the same advice twice, I'm considering writing a Making Your First Request Thread post, just giving general tips and a template to help newbies. The question I have is, where could I post it? Could I get it stickied on the Req forums? Should I just post this as a reply in Introduction threads?
Thread: Where could I put this?

The How to Write an Intro Thread guide is at the top of the Intro forum. So why would a guide on req threads be tucked away in OOC General Chat? I would expect that forum to be full of, well, video games and other off-topic chat. That's not where some fresh-faced newbie looking to start RPing is going to go first. But even if they did, I just went to the OOC Gen chat, and I don't see the guide stickied. So how are they even supposed to find the guide in the first place? I don't think look around is sufficient simply because while there's lots of things you can choose to not include and be fine, there is info that should be in every thread. Where do you RP PMs, Threads, Discord, etc, post frequency and size, any gender preferences. That's fairly important info to have up front. But even if you think it's sufficient, new users need to actually see the advice for it to be helpful. If it's included in the Welcome PM, great. But unless new users are tripping over the advice on their way to posting their first req thread, they're not going to see it. And I think they should see it before hitting Post Thread.
Thread: Mx Female Romance!!!

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Thread: Second Life (LukeDeadwoodXSWN1994)

Abdul was as silent as could be, making not even the slightest of noises as he was corralled around with a group of others of his status. There were no protests from him as he was compliant as he had been from the beginning and as he always will be, his slavers knowing that quiet well at this point. His bright yellow eyes looked onward, looking but not seeing the body in front of him as his mind wandered. Briefly he wondered what this new 'home' of his was going to be like...but clearly there was money involved considering how he'd been fitted with newer, fancier clothes that he wasn't quite sure what to do with--being a devout Jain, he didn't think he was worthy to have such nice materials to be placed upon his person. He hadn't earned them and so he wanted nothing more than to remove them before Karma could start building up. After the moment passed Abdul focused himself once more and with a silent sigh shut his eyes. His dark, cocoa colored hair hung passed his waist and his darker tanned skin showed off his Indian descent, making him stand out somewhat compared to the various other slaves that surrounded him. Only the bracelets on his forearms made a sound, jingling as he reached up to tighten the band that held his dark locks in their pony tail. Though having his wrists bound the way they were, it proved to be quite a challenge--while his slavers knew he wouldn't attempt any form of escape or make a scene, it was customary. A preventive measure. Abdul's eyes opened once more when he heard the call for them to move and one by one the others in front of them began to file out, stepping into the large room that awaited them. He was the last to step out, an expression of a stoic calm holding firm on his face as he stepped to the side of the woman that had been before him. In unison with the others he bowed forward, the sign of respect they were taught to show before he and the rest straightened once more and looked straight ahead. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he noticed how one particular occupant of the room seemed to stare at him. Just briefly Abdul looked over, tilting his head slightly with curiosity showing as he examined the stranger. Then as quickly as it came it disappeared and he faced forward again before anyone could notice that he had looked away.
Thread: Second Life (LukeDeadwoodXSWN1994)

The slave was not out of place to say the least. They have had many slaves of every race and color, but this slave was so different still. Something about how he held himself, how he presented without worry in his eyes nor the shakiness that others held. Urion couldn't help but stare on, his parents going on about a matter of sorts which did not bother the reborn being, and he noticed as the other suddenly looked to him. His eyes were so pretty. Hair was longer than many women's and skin a rich coco color. If the young prince was to stand beside this slave it would be easy to see how they boys were different. Urion was pale, his once grey skin traded in for a complexion of ivory, and light shades of muted pink dusting his lips. This slave though, he held the prince in a captive stare for so long that he felt his father's hand on his shoulder. Have the Gods cursed you to stare upon one being? Uh...n-no... not at all father. Urion replied as his eyes were finally ripped away from the new slave. The slaves began to be given both their jobs within the king's home as well as much simpler clothing to wear as there was no reason to have them dressed as dolls. Without a word the slaves were stripped of their clothing and given white tunic with a short cloak, the material was not kind at all and each slave would have an ill-fitting attire which was either too small or too big for them. Life of a slave. That night the prince found himself filled with wanderlust and began to roam around halls of his home. He came across the slave quarters and peeked inside wondering what the slaves were doing at this hour. These new slaves would be given the night to adjust before being sent to work in the morning. Urion began away to the well and found himself wondering back to the under realm and hoping everything was okay. Coming to the well the young man sat down beside it and leaned his head back against the cold stone. He was unseen from where he sat and he wanted that. This was the slave's well after all and he rather not frighten any slave away from it. But the garden would not be accessible during this time of night and he didn't want to give his brother a chance to come and bother him.
Thread: Second Life (LukeDeadwoodXSWN1994)

Faintly Abdul listened, hearing what jobs he were to do come morning and all he did in acknowledge was a blink and a slight dip of his head. Then when it came time for his clothes to be removed, his posture did relax slightly. That minor concern of his was gone with the wind, not even the slightest bit of discomfort was seen despite the slightly larger size and the less-than-friendly fabric. He was genuinely relieved, unlike many of the others at his side who couldn't hide how uncomfortable they were. It was from that point that he drifted on, though, paying little attention. Night came along and he was the only slave who wasn't either asleep or nervously chatting with another. Abdul sat on the floor with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees. His eyes were shut and his brows drawn together in focus, attempting his meditation as he was certain he wouldn't be able to get much of it done tomorrow--first days were usually the most difficult for all slaves, including him. But after a moment he sighed and his shoulders drooped, opening his eyes to look around. He wasn't going to get far with mediating at all with the worried voices speaking around him. Not to mention he was certain that he'd heard faint footsteps outside the room for a moment, but after a bit of thought he decided that it was his own nerves getting to him. This was a new place he was in, after all. With another soft sigh Abdul pushed himself to a stand and ever so silently excused himself from the slave's quarters, looking around for a short minute before making his way outside. He wandered for a bit, seeking out a spot with peace and quiet. After some searching, he found himself near a well. It didn't look as if anyone was around when he took a gander, then he sat down and assumed the meditative position he'd had previously. He was exceptionally quiet, even the faint sound of him breathing being just barely audible. With the near silence aside from the normal noise that came from the night, it was much easier for Abdul to empty his mind and focus on halting whatever karmic attachments threatened him. After some minutes of that he bowed his head and softly began utter a mantra, or at least what he could remember of the prayer.
Thread: Second Life (LukeDeadwoodXSWN1994)

I have another decade before my death... perhaps it won't be so bad. At least I won't need to worry about Zeus popping in whenever he pleases... Urion was deep in thought and found himself wondering about other matters he had no control over until he heard soft muttering. Perhaps a slave was trying to pray to for aid or to a God outside of this territory? Either way the prince listened on and was unable to make heads or tails of what the person was saying. Peeking from the around the well the young man paused seeing who it was and couldn't help but feel his heart race. This was all so strange and new when it came to these human emotions and understanding. Furthermore, he was still developing in many ways and brought about new sensations which the reborn God had long passed. Urion waited till the slave was done before slowing coming out. Coughing softly to provide a heads up that he was present the prince looked down to the being. Up close he was even more alluring. Almost as if he had been molded from clay into the perfect human being. At least to Urion anyway. I'm sorry if I frighten you, I just couldn't help but notice you. Urion said softly as he stepped back and ran his fingers though his hair I am Urion. he spoke without giving his title as in hopes not to scare off the human before him. Offering a hand to help him up May I ask what you are doing out so late? I would think you'd be tired from such a long trip.
Thread: Second Life (LukeDeadwoodXSWN1994)

Abdul went on with that he could remember clearly, struggling and stumbling a bit at certain parts until he reached the parts he couldn't remember. No, it's not that he couldn't remember it, it was there somewhere in his mind and he knew it. It was on the tip of his tongue but the words weren't connecting together and he wound up just falling silent. He couldn't continue a mantra that he couldn't remember without making himself frustrated in the process--it was something that should've been so simple yet it was not. With a low sigh the slave reached his right hand up to gently pinch the bridge of his nose between his middle finger and thumb. A slight throb of a headache had tried to make itself known, but he swiftly eased it away before letting his mind wander...it was about time he returned to his room, right? At the sound of the cough Abdul tensed and opened his eyes with a start, his hand falling back to his lap as his gaze settled on the male in front of him--wasn't that the boy from earlier, in that large room he and the other slaves had been brought to? What reason did the other have to be in this place, near the slave quarters? He kept quiet at first, golden eyes watching as the boy stepped back. ...Abdul, He replied after a moment, his voice low and soft, almost hushed like a whisper. He didn't mean to be wary and wasn't aware that he held an aura of mistrust as he looked to the offered hand. Not that it wasn't uncalled for, of course, considering few offered their hands to a slave without having some form of double motive. But Abdul swallowed up his hesitance after an awkward minute passed and accepted the male's hand to be helped up. I came out here to meditate and pray. He added once he was standing, looking up before immediately turning his gaze to the ground when he almost made eye contact by accident.
Thread: Second Life (LukeDeadwoodXSWN1994)

Ab-dul? Heh, its a lovely name. Urion replied as he tried to be friendly. He knew the status of their levels in this life and knew that he shouldn't be so friendly with someone so below him, but Abdul had a strange pull on him. Something even the God couldn't explain. It wasn't hard to notice the mistrust in the other's eyes nor how he seemed wary of taking the prince's hand. Who could blame? Who knew what life he had been going though. Though once his hand was taken the young man couldn't help but smile brightly. At least he seemed willing to try to trust him. I see. I apologize if I interpreted. Urion frowned slightly seeing the other turning his gaze away. Of course he'd look away, every slave was taught that. Mmm, well then I should be returning to my room. he said looking away as well as not to make it as if he was staring. Even if he wanted too. Noticing he was still holding Abdul's hand, the prince slowly pulled away and offered a kind smile. I wish you a good night's rest Ab-dul. Hopefully we can see each other again. the prince spoke softly before offering a small bow to show some respect before heading off to his quarters. The next morning the prince was woken by a strange large golden bird. Zeus. Groaning the boy sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes Morning Brother. Always kind to be visited by such a busy man. The bird honked before waddling over and laying it's long neck across the bed Mmm, I supposed you are tired? Has Cerberus have anything to do with this? Urion knew his beloved and loyal dog missed him and he wasn't the easies to care for if his beloved Master was not there. Across the palace the new slaves were being lined and given their task of the day. Many sent to clean and to be useful to other workers within the palace grounds. Abdul was sent to the gardens, stating he would be caring for the floral and to be careful as the prince adored the garden. IF anything displaced the prince the young slave might find himself facing death much sooner than later. Urion found himself now in the present of his brother's true form and couldn't help but complain how Cerberus was just restless all the time and would chase many of the Gods if they came to close for comfort. ...Well he only really does listen to me...and being gone so long this would upset any loyal pet. That is why I brought him! You what? I brought your beloved pet. I had to transform him into normal dog, but he seemed excited. Zeus said happily, clearly proud of himself. Urion stood up quickly and looked around So? Where is he? Oh...Oh no... Cerberus had escaped and found himself in the gardens, his master's scent scattered all around the place. The prince was already rushing to around the palace until he figured his pet would find the place he spent the most in the gardens.
Thread: Second Life (LukeDeadwoodXSWN1994)

Cerberus sniffed out his owner, the scent getting stronger once he reached the gardens and he began to search around for Hades. Cerberus, compared to what the humans knew of him, was like any other dog minus the three heads and such and such simply was just worried and wanted to see his master. The gardens themselves were vast and for a lonely worker it would take all day to do. Not to mention with Cerberus there it may even take longer than that. Though at the moment the dog was simply going around the trees that held his master's scent the strongest. Slowly another scent began to enter the gardens. The dog had been transformed into a smaller dog, although his fur remained dark as coal and eyes were hues of red which shifted on their own. Suddenly there was a human before him, this one not dead and looked much different from the humans he kept in the under world. The dog moved forward, sniffling the other and he found a scent of his master on this being. Cerberus! Cerberus where are you?! Urion called out as he entered the gardens and began down path Cerberus! he called out again as he looked around before stepping off the path and heard a howl. Following the sound he paused seeing his dog on top of someone. No! Urion rushed over and grabbed his pet off the human, in fear that he had just killed someone till he saw who it was. Cerberus wasn't attacking the human, he was being a dog showing affection as he was excited to smell something so familiar on this person. The pale prince felt his face burn up with embarrassment to see how affectionate his dog had gotten with a complete stranger. That was very rare. I'm sorry, he, erm, enjoys meeting new people. the prince lied though his teeth as he wasn't sure really why Cerberus would react as such to Abdul. After ensuring the slave was okay and Cerberus mirroring his actions with his beloved master, Urion offered a cloth to the slave to clean him. Another way to apologize.