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Thread: Cow - Roleplay (Lycan x Nyarly)

Disclaimer To Mods This RP does not contain any zoophelia or such content that of. This is merely portraying a human and an anthropomorphic character. Roaming the pastures of Stonewall Farm as the dwindling dawn reached the day's light, Adrian, the farmer, couldn't help but smile as today was the first of many he had been looking forward to as where his cows weren't getting any younger, he had received a special breed of heifer the day before, with almost extraordinarily buxom breasts and fresh milk that would keep his dairy business booming till autumn. Adrian continued to stare in anticipation of the sunrise before running off to tend to his new animal. Making his way to the barn, Adrian had only one heifer in the stables. She was beautiful, voluptuous, and might he say -- comely? As well. He walked up to the elegant, naked beast her curvacious, milky skin glistening in the sunlight outstretched from the hay-loft's rafters. The cow was standing up, her upper torso and abundant bosom showing through the wooden frame that windowed her stall. She was tied up by her ankles against a post with a trough to feed her below the window she had been leaning into. Adrian came over and began to brush the young cow's hair, before having his hand slope down the soft bank of her back. He took a grasp on her rump and began massaging it, his fingers like twine against her tender flesh. The farmer, as he laid his hands on her supple flesh couldn't help but think of how attracted he was to this animal. Not only was she beautiful, but he had been its master. Such a good girl, Adrian smiled as he grabbed his milking machine and began to apply the suction to the cow's big, round nipples. --aren't you, now. He said, stroking her hair again, relishing her reaction to the feeling as milk began to pump out of her breasts into a separate compartment. He let it run for a few more minutes before finally releasing the pressure from the machine and unhooking the device from her breasts. Watching her heaving chest, her nipples now red and swollen, Adrian knelt before the animal, his own animal instincts coming to light as he took hold of her breasts once more, but in his bare hands, and began to suck on her nipples too until a current of fresh, delicious milk began to run through his mouth. Do you have a picture of what your character or what my character should look like?
Thread: The Nympho Neighbour! (Jack Stalker and mudcrumpet)

Chiaki pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy, her breathing ragged with arousal as she looked through the little hole in the wall. Frank wasn't home yet-- a tough day at work maybe? But her obsession with him had escalated to the point where even just looking at his empty apartment would excite her. Who knows, maybe one day he'd finally notice she was there, watching his every move and well... confront her about it. She moaned as she thought of them finally coming face to face. She sat on the floor, her legs spread wide open and her skirt hoisted up to her waist. No point in taking off her clothes she needed to be able to follow Frank as soon as he left the room. She was as faithful a lover as anyone could want, although it hadn't always been this way. For one thing, she was a nymphomaniac. By day she was a tight-lipped office woman who walked around with a vibrator stuck in either her pussy or ass. By night, she was the hottest callgirl in town, highly in demand for her sexually-frustrated boss roleplay. Anyone, as long as they had enough stamina could satisfy her. That all changed when she found the hole in the wall a few months back. She had half a mind to plaster it over, but then her curious side took over. She looked inside to see Frank being the hardworking person she pretended to be during the day, and she developed a little crush on him, which soon escalated to obsession. Horny, she still was, but now she was sure that no one else would do. Chiaki looked at the clock. He would be home any minute now. Her toes curled in excitement.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Ryan Morris Age 35 Height 5' 11 Weight 195 lbs. Hair Brown Eyes Hazel Body Type Athletic. Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. He owned a very successful company that sold consumer electronics to various businesses. That and due to some great investments, he was able to make a lot of money. He walked into the bar that night just looking for a drink or two. He didn't frequent the bar too often. But, he just closed a big deal so he deiced to treat himself. He would have liked to celebrate with his girlfriend but she broke up with him a couple of weeks ago. She got a promotion that took her out of town and didn't believe in long distance relationships. He just came from the office so he took off his suit jacket and tie. He left them in the car and walked in just a blue button up shirt and black slacks. He was about to sit down at the bar when he saw a very attractive woman sitting at the bar alone. He walked up to her and said, Hey there... This seat taken? he pointed to the empty bar stool next to her.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Hayden rolled her neck at the tension she was trying to release. The scotch wasn't doing much work, and she needed some kind of attention. She was in a dead-end marriage. If she divorced the man, she'd loose her job, house, and a 7 year relationship. When she was little, she always wanted to be with one man and that was it. Her husband was the lucky one. Married out of highschool, and have been married for a dreadfully long time. Hayden brought the scotch to her nude lips, reflecting on how pathetic she felt knowing that this scotch was giving her more pleasure than her devoted marriage. She took in a careful breath, thinking until her thoughts were inturrupted. A man caught her attention, turning her dark brown eyes to the button up-blue shirtted man. She watched him for a moment before she contemplated his offer. No harm done in a seat stolen, right? Not that I know of... She answered. She wasn't sure what brought herself to the idea of checking his hand for a ring. It wasn't like she didn't have a ring on her finger. She carefully folded her hands in her lap, sneaking the ring off of her finger before slipping it into her pocket. No harm done, right? She didn't want the ring to interfear with any kind of friendly conversation between her and the stranger. Let me switch the tables around and offer you a drink? What are you drinking? She asked him, with a light smile. One that she didn't have to fake.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Ryan smiled as he sat down. I'd love a Jack and Coke... I'm Ryan. He held out his hand for her to shake. Ryan gave her the once over and she looked absolutely beautiful, whoever her significant other was, they were a very lucky person. But she looked sad, and to him that didn't just didn't seem right. A pretty woman like her should never be sad. So, what brings you here tonight?
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Hayden. She replied to his introduction. She saw him look over her, but she didn't give much attention to it. Over the past years she had numbed herself to the attention other men potentially gave her. Just another devoted wife. She was getting sick of the wife title. But she was so comfortable with her husband... She turned and ordered him his drink as she looked down at her glass with a smile. Mm... the scotch. She laughed. Yourself? I feel so under-dressed next to you. She joked. She was just wearing a loose white t-shirt and jeans. The man still had slacks on. But perhaps he had just came from work. She wondered where he worked. Why? It was just a good distraction to the troubling emotions.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Ryan smiled when Hayden said that she was here for the scotch. When she asked what brought him out tonight he said, My girlfriend dumped me because she got a promotion and had to move to Denver and she doesn't believe in long distance relationships. And, instead of just hanging out at home I decided to get out and try to enjoy myself. He took a sip of his drink.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

That blows. But at least he wasn't suck in an endless relationship. She watched him for a few seconds longer before turning her attention back to her scotch. Sorry to hear that. She said. No she wasn't. He was free and could do anything. She wasn't. How long were you two together? The question had substance to it. She was curious to find out this man's history. Why? Perhaps it was the whole idea of meeting another male that her husband didn't have a chance to completely shoot down. Not literally, of course. Hayden swung her chair a little playfully, turning to the man and resting her foot on one of his foot bars on his own stool. It was there just to keep herself facing him, instead of allowing the stool to swing back forward. The scotch was starting to get to her. She wasn't nearly drunk at all, but it definitely made her a little playful, upbeat, and generally happy. Which was the tragedy in this situation.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Ryan took a sip of his drink when she asked how long they had been together, 5 years... You want to know something funny... I was getting ready to propose to her... he took another sip of his drink and looked at her, How about you? What's a very attractive woman like you doing alone tonight? He knew that there was no way this woman was here on her own. She must have been waiting for her friends, her boyfriend, her husband, a blind date, somebody. Whoever was this woman's significant other was one of the luckiest men or women on Earth, in his opinion.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Hayden looked at the man. She felt bad for the guy. Especially making the choice to want to be with someone, and for her to just leave... that put her pathetic love story to shame. When he asked about why she was here, she wasn't sure how to answer. It wasn't that she wanted to hide her marriage, but it certainly wasn't something she was proud of admitting. She assumed people were miserable in marriages anyways. A small smirk broke on her face, though, despite the tragedy. It's complicated. She said, then leaned a little forward, ready to vent everything she has had pent up inside of her onto this poor, poor man. I come here because it is the only place that gives me some sort of pleasure. I'm in a hopeless marriage with a man that I'm- bless his heart - trying to make it work with. I feel like we were young, and I feel pathetic to even think that I'm unhappy. The worst part? My whole family absolutely adores them. And everyone thinks we're so happy... all they ever do is talk about how wonderful the wedding was. Hayden vented, pouring it all out with a sour face as she put the rim of the glass up to her lips. I didn't even like the cake. She added, before she took another sip from the glass. She sighed, laughing. The situation was far from humorous, but it was the misfortune that she had found funny. Laughing was easier than crying, especially with the help of the scotch. Sorry. I don't... I didn't mean to do that. She said, bringing a finger to her lips, just sitting there thinking.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Ryan's heart fell for the woman next him... He put his hand on hers and gave it a little squeeze. That's ok... This poor woman was trapped in a loveless marriage and obviously need someone to show her what it means to be a woman. Your husband is a fool... He's blind to see what a good thing he has... If you were my wife you'd never be unhappy, I'd treat you like a woman like you should be treated... with lots of love... He took another sip of his drink. I know we just met and you can tell me to get lost if you want. But, would you like to go back to my place?
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Hayden gave a weak smile at his explaination. At least someone else saw it. She was surrounded by the phonies who believed her lies. This was actually the first time Hayden could ever recall being honest about her marriage. An interesting comcept, really. Grand that it happened in a run-down bar. Her weak smile turned into a real one. But when he mentioned going back to his place, she wasn't sure how to answer that. No. She knew that she shouldn't. She was married, completely devoted. Maybe it was just a friendly gesture? Gestures were innocent. Hayden was not justifying on going back to the place of this stranger's. Not a stranger. Ryan . She finished her scotch, and turned to him with a smile. Yea, this place is dulling out anyways. She said, reaching in her pocket for a few singles as she set it on the bar stand, turning to him. Where do you live, exactly? She asked, curiously. She'd like to know where she was going after this, in case shit hit the fan.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Ryan smiled when Hayden said yes to his offer. Not too far, just up the street. Ryan got up paid for his drink and then they walked out of the bar. He opened his car door for her and once she was inside he went around and got in. It didn't take long to drive to his house. It was a nice home in the suburbs. They walked inside. It was tastefully decorated. So, Hayden? What would you like to do? Have something to eat? Sit in front of a nice fire and talk? Or maybe we should just head upstairs? He said with a smile and a wink.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Hayden was nervous the whole car ride there. She wasn't sure if her thoughts were normal. A huge part of it would be blamed on the alcohol later, but Hayden was well aware of what she was doing. She was going to enjoy herself for tonight. Her husband would never find out anyways. He was in bed very early, and would most likely not even notice that she was gone. When she entered his place, she admired it. It was nice. Her home was probably just a bit smaller, but she could certainly tell the man was well off. Her eyes trailed over to him with a coy smile. What was she doing? She was clearly a little crazy, and perhaps mildly intoxicated. What kind of girl do you think I am? She questioned. It was more of a challenge. She wanted to test him before anything. She wasn't sure if she was trying to stall, or just nervous. Clearly she had accepted his invitation... so why was this still hard for her? She let her fingertips gently glide over his sofa as she walked along into the living room. Her footing just a little bit off as she looked around further. Nice place.She called.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

I was just joking about going upstairs... said Ryan as they walked into the living room. In truth he was only half joking... He really wanted to have sex with Hayden. Ryan left Hayden alone for a few moment and returned with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. When she said, Nice Place... he walked in the room and said, Thank you... He moved over to the sofa in front of the fireplace and pored them each a glass of wine. Then he turned on the gas fireplace. He patted the couch for her to have a seat, So, tell me a bit more about yourself... Do you work?
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Hayden smirked at the the man as he came in with wine and set up the fireplace. He certainly could wine and dine. But that wasn't why Hayden said yes to coming over here. If she wanted more alcohol, she would've stuck out at the bar. She backed up behind the man on the other side of the sofa as she leaned forward, her cold fingers tracing along his chest as she slowly undid one button, two buttons...three buttons... and then she stopped as kissed at the base of his ear, then a couple down alongside of his neck. I'm a set designer for HSN...but are you really interested in that? She asked, with a non-believing tone. She smirked again as she continued to kiss alongside of his neck, undoing a few more buttons on his shirt. Her dark brown waves fell over to her side, gently tickling down her arm.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

Ryan was a little surprised as Hayden unbuttoned his shirt. As she was kissing him along his neck. Ryan took ahold of the hem of Hayden's T-shirt and started to pull it over her head.
Thread: A Taste of Something Different (Ryanmo97 x Hayden Stone)

When Ryan went to go pull her shirt off, Hayden grinned. She'd be a tease until he couldn't take it. She backed up, and swung over to the sofa, sitting next to him casually as if non of this was effecting her. She grabbed the glass of wine and took a sip from it. Mmm... She smiled against the rim of her glass. Secretly, Hayden was going crazy. There were so many areas her mind was at. Ryan, what she was doing, her husband, what she actually wanted...the wine... She didn't bargain for all of this tonight, and maybe a few more sips would calm those thoughts.
Thread: Prize of War

Her cream coat of her equine half strained over the slender yet muscled form, meeting her pale flesh of her human half. Slender, young and just coming of age to be able to wed. Her somewhat small breasts,firm, ripe where hidden beneath a pale silken top, a pale purple that bared her shoulders, yet flared around the remaining length of slender toned arms. thee was a v cutting down between the valley of her chest. Silken blonde strands were held high in duel tails, matching the same off blond of her tail. Which flicked in annoyance. Strands hitting her flanks. She stood in the hall near the throne room, elven like pointed ears straining to listened to the words spoken. One in which belonged to her father, the other strange, foreign deep with a slight hiss to it. Dragon. Its rang true to her ears as she stepped into the doorway to gaze at the men in the room.Each protected by guards. Her Blue eyes narrowing as she glared at the man, the monster, the dragon on which was her enemy. Leader of one of the dragon clans. Her eyes went to her father. Questioning what was going on, what reason had he to allow the enemy behind the safety of there walls. Father? She started her voice soft, gentle, but held her worry with it. Why is he here? She waited for his reply. Coming slowly into the room. Her dark hooves clicking against the wooden floor as she went to her fathers side. Her eyes locking onto the man. Her father remained quiet. Mulling over how to explain her fate. Before turning his more darker golden form. Scars running here and there on his equine hide. Daughter He started. The Dragon clan has posed a truce, and willing to side with us. But for a cost. His face softened, hes grew wet with unshed tears as he looked at his youngest daughter. He wants your hand my dear child, I do not like this, but it's for our peoples sake. We are losing steadfast Aylah paused, her heart stilling within her chest as she stared wide eyed up at her father. He was joking please be joking. She wanted to cry out, as tears began to fill her eyes. She shook her head in disbelief . No father there must be another way She said trying to convince him otherwise, but nothing changed as he turned his head away from her. She turned her head back to the strange dragontaur. Her heart racing frantically in her chest as she stepped back.
Thread: Prize of War

The leader of the dragon clan was large larger then the guards sent to protect him that were larger then her father he was covered in scales that were a deep charcoal black and his fur a light ash gray that flowed across his body completely covering him. With his body built like a mountain with large abs and biceps half the size of her arm showing that his body was built for battle with him covered in large heavy crimson red plate armor that shined in the light of the room making him more intimidating then his size alone. When she had walked he looked at her body with sweet bliss with his deep red eyes then smiles with his large shark tooth smile please at what he was seeing at this point and time then spoke to her me and your father both agree that words of truce are only as strong as the ones who fallow them. He had said then paused to grab a goblet with his large clawed hands to take a sip of local wine before he had continued to speak then we both agreed that there is nothing thicker then blood so if we join together through blood then there will be lasting peace with you the mother of the proof of the bond that are two clans have made he said as his tail waved side to side. He had finished off his goblet of wine then said to her with a grin on his face as he looked her up and down now why don't you pack up all of your thing we will be leaving soon to are home on my land he said as he walked up to her rubbing his hand across her flank. Then stopped to grab her hair running his fingers through it before he had took a nice whiff of the flowery smell that came from her hair .
Thread: Prize of War

Aylah stared at the large dragontaur. Ever muscle within her bdy remained tensed. He was by far one of the largest creatures she had ever seen. Aside the draft subspecies. He was the largest in this room at the moment. Did it really matter to her? No meant the harder he would fall if he stepped out of line. But what had mattered to her was that her father was giving her to him to conclude the treaty. Her eyes went to her father, narrowed and not very pleased with what sh had just heard. She was no object to be given away. Even though a small part of her knew that without their held more of her people will be slaughtered. what's stopping you from turning against my people once you have me? She wasn't stupid, or the normal naive youth. She gave a small flick of her tail. one would notice a fanning fabric the same soft purple of her top tied to her tail. Blocking the view to her sex. She watched his smug grin. Like some child at a fair. Her eyes shifted to the goblet then to his eyes, so red, nearly evil. She folded her arms beneath her small yet full breast, shelving them slightly. Pack really. She cast her nervous gaze to her father who simply nodded to her. sighing she turned back to the leader of the dragon clan Yet you wont even give your name She didn't move as she watched him wearily. Coming to her flanks his rough hands on the satin smooth of her equine body. The muscles beneath twitching and then drew taunt before she moved away. She didn't like how he made her feel so small. Tiny in comparison. His hand in her hair was unwelcome, but she remained still allowing him to draw in her scent. Once he released her hair she turned to leave. Watching him carefully. Not all to pleased in what had transpired against her wishes. As she walked through the coordinator she was met with a handmaiden. Who said her things were already packed while she had been gone.