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Thread: With Wind and Sound [BlinkyWinky & Raziel99]

Just as he asked the question about the other activities, Sona could tell that he knew exactly what she was talking about. He took a step closer to her, connecting his chest to the palm of her hand. She shivered when he spoke her name, and she could feel the sound resonate down to where her hand laid on his skin. As she looked up to him, an arm encircled her waist, a gesture that was firm and gentle all at once, and then he pulled her to him, making their body gently crash together. The movement was laden with lust from the both of them, and Sona eagerly angled her face up to meet his kiss, her hand running up his shoulders and around his neck. The kiss was hot, sweet, electric, and so many things more, and the girl could hardly hold herself back. Yasuo pulled away, leaving her breathless and gasping for air, but her hunger was yet to be satiated as a haze of lust fell over her. She finally understood the kind of attraction that was held while being in the arms of another champion...it was one thing to know the skill and power of a man in battle, but quite another exciting thing to know the skill and power of a man in bed. Her arms reached out for him again, but he easily deterred them, explaining their situation. It was true that they could be easily discovered here, and she let out a brief mental giggle. It would be amusing, to say the least. Not many people would mind, but word of it will get put to the public, as all scandalous things do, and you may walk out in a week's time being the most popular male champion. In any case, I know of a place we can stay where we won't be disturbed . A flirtacious look crossed Sona's face, a sly and almost lustful smirk playing upon her lips. She glided to the door and exited the place, grasping onto Yasuo's hand and pulling him along with her. She could feel heat building within her, an uncomfortable situation to be in given the fact she was moving, but she managed to mask it well enough to make it unnoticeable to the other visitors. Stepping outside, she pointed to a building that was far off from the Institute, situated at the edge of the small town. There. That is where all the champions go to rest...we created it as something of a private place to talk amongst ourselves. There are rooms above the first floor, they are quite comfortable, I can assure you that.
Thread: A Dark Place for a Cat to be! FxM (Fantasy RPs wanted)

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Thread: A Dark Place for a Cat to be! FxM (Fantasy RPs wanted)

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Thread: Therapy - LittleRooster & QueenofWolves

Malcolm had just got home, he still couldn't believe what just happened. He loved her for fucks sake! He had been seeing Laura for 12 months, he adored her in a way that he had never adored a woman before. Malcolm was a rather insular and cautious man, he rarely spoke and tended to live in his own mind a fair bit. It seemed to him that the one thing he was good at was taking a beating, he sometimes called himself Pavlov's dog, he kept getting zapped and was rather immune to the hits. Malcolm was a big guy, tall and well built, he was never very popular and didn't like to socialize very much. Well at all really, he had met Laura on an online dating site, typing on a screen enabled him to get to know people in a way that speaking in person couldn't. He and Laura had an instant bond, yes even online he felt the emotions as did she. They met after a couple of weeks of online chatting and had been together for 12 months, until last night she told him she wanted to see other people. Those words still reverberated around his head, See Other People, couldn't she just say he was dumped? What the fuck! He saw it as a break up but to her it was just that, a break, time to see others. He didn't get that, he had always been about finding the one and now at the age of 40 he felt he had done that. He poured himself a glass of scotch and walked to his bedroom, he tried to avoid looking at himself in the mirror, more than he usually did, he hated to see himself, balding, chubby, no wonder Laura wanted to see others, she was beautiful in every way. He drank the scotch and went to sleep. The next day he woke up and did the usual morning duties before going to work, he was a therapist, he sometimes laughed at this as he could help others in need but not himself. At least he worked for himself, no politics there, he hated office politics, he always ended up someone's butt monkey. So he looked at his files, he was to see an new client this morning, a young woman, he didn't take details over the phone so he would have to wait and see what kind of issue she wanted to talk about. Her name was Kenna and she was 18. He opened his laptop and looked at porn sites before she arrived, he quite often would make up little stories about the women posing nude, legs spread wide and pussies held open, they were all romantic stories regardless of the poses they were striking. He realized he was alone again, as per usual and that Laura had taken his only reason to live. Then his intercom went off, this new client was at the door.
Thread: Therapy - LittleRooster & QueenofWolves

Kenna was sick and tired of hearing her parents screaming at her all the time. Even though she was 18, they still treated her like their slave. Her father was above and beyond mentally and emotionally abusive. He constantly berated her about how she needed to lose weight, or how she was always depressed. Truth was, she wasnt that depressed, she just hated being around him. At her minimum wage job, it wasnt like she could move out. At least she was able to go to college and work towards getting her degree. The moment she received that degree, she was out from under him. Kenna didnt really get a choice in having to go see someone though. Her mother demanded that she go and talk to someone. Maybe her mother realized what her father was doing to her. Regardless of the reasoning, her mother found her someone. So off she was to go talk to a shrink about her problems. She didnt think itd be nearly as bad as she thought though. It would actually probably help her gain some self-esteem. After a half hour of searching and getting lost, Kenna finally found the office. Heaving a sigh of relief, she made her way to the door. When she tried to open it, it refused and she saw the buzzer sitting there. With a shrug, she buzzed the door and waited for it to allow her entrance. As she entered the office, she saw her counselor and smiled brightly. Along with her pretty smile, her hazel eyes sparkled with delight. Sitting before him, she smoothed her shoulder length brown hair. Hello sir, Im Kenna. I had an appointment with you today.
Thread: Therapy - LittleRooster & QueenofWolves

Malcolm waited for Kenna to enter and as she walked into his office, he was immediately taken by her appearance and bright hazel eyes. She seemed so young to be seeing a therapist, he wondered what her problem may have been, boys probably, he decided still feeling jaded over his broken relationship. He stood up and greeted her, ahhh Kenna, so nice to meet you. Why don't you take a seat. Firstly I just want to tell you that even though your mother wanted you to see me that everything is still confidential, I will not tell her anything OK so don't worry about that. Secondly I would like to get to know you a little bit, start by telling me what you hope to get from counselling and also tell me what kind of problems you are having or if you feel you aren't having any issues tell me what problems your mother thinks you are having. And please take a seat or lie on the couch there and I will listen and take some notes while you answer the questions he said to her.
Thread: Therapy - LittleRooster & QueenofWolves

Kenna felt a little dwarfed by her therapist. He was tall than her small frame and she had to look up at him. Gently, she grasped his hand and shook it. Once she was sitting, she looked over the man before. He wasnt exactly unattractive, but he also was much older than she was. He wasnt generally her type but she could find things shed like about him. His eyes seemed kind and that just drew her in. Kenna heaved a sigh and shrugged lightly. I know its at least confidential, Im 18 and Id have to give permission. After a pause she decided it was necessary. Which I absolutely dont. Again, she shrugged in response to his questions. My names Kenna, Im 18, my mom thinks Im depressed. I think I might be a little depressed. My dad doesnt always say the nicest things to us. Sometimes he gets a little out of hand and hits us. I guess I hope I could get some confidence and strength in myself? I dont really know. She crossed her legs before him and tried to think what she was ready to say to him. Im not really liked at my school. Boys never pay any attention to me at all, and the girls tend to be rather mean and nasty. I dont even want a boyfriend, I just want some friends. Is that a lot to ask for? She was frustrated that much was clear.
Thread: Therapy - LittleRooster & QueenofWolves

Malcolm nodded as Kenna started to open up, he could see she was cynical, someone who had taken some beatings herself and now believed that no one was on her side. As she spoke more he realized indeed that she had been slammed her whole life and now was no doubt feeling quite empty and dead like there was no longer a purpose to any of this. She crossed her legs in a way that was quite ordinary and yet to Malcolm it was sexual, Malcolm took a moment to think of all the things that were sexual to men and yet to women were just normal mannerisms. He focused back on this young beautiful lady. Kenna, why do you think boys don't like you? Do you think girls are nasty to you because they feel challenged by you? And tell me more about your father, what does he say and do exactly? he asked her hoping she would open up a little more. I know you must feel quite alone, but I assure you, you're not he added.
Thread: Therapy - LittleRooster & QueenofWolves

Kenna felt really comfort with her therapist, like she could talk about anything. She just spilled everything she had out to him. He listened with attention and care. Finally, Kenna went quiet and watched her therapist. He was silent for a while, mulling things over probably. He was probably trying to think how to help her. There was no true way he could help her till she was out of her horrible home. Kenna lightly shrugged her shoulders to his question. Mostly because they dont talk to me. They always seem to avoid me. I dont know, Ive never challenged a girl before. I generally leave them alone and they just seem so angry at me all the time. Roughly, she ran her hand through her hair as she thought about her father. He degrades me. He tells me Im a bitch, a cunt, he tells me Im fat, that Im an idiot and Ill never amount to anything. Hes hit me a few times. Kenna weakly smiled at her therapist as he made sure she knew she wasnt alone. Shifting around in her seat, she sighed.
Thread: Therapy - LittleRooster & QueenofWolves

Malcolm smiled warmly and with understanding as Kenna continued to explain her situation, he related to the young woman and hoped he could help her. He also started feeling the first signs of temptation, of abusing his power with her, he had always played by the book and received nothing but beat downs in return. He felt that perhaps if he was going to start being more of a prick then perhaps this Kenna who was so used to being treated like crap would be the one to experiment on, certainly if she tried going to her father he would just laugh at her and disbelieve her. He let the thought wander to the back of his mind to be taken up at a later date. Your father shouldn't degrade you like that, he is wrong to do so, do you think that he is trying to prepare you for something? Trying to toughen you up for life? Sometimes parents can fuck up like that he started to explain purposely swearing so that Kenna knew that he was laid back and not talking down to her. Sorry, but I am a straight talker, I won't bullshit you around here Kenna, without condoning what your father is doing to you I think that is important we look at reasons why he might be doing it, do you think he has problems of his own or that he might in fact be the one who will never amount to anything? I don't think you are fat either, we will talk about your friends and how they treat you soon but lets discuss your body as well, tell me what you think about it he said hoping this would also set the door open for abuse in the future.
Thread: In a smutty kinda way...

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Thread: In a smutty kinda way...

Looking for a good hard BUMPing after a long unexpected absence!
Thread: In a smutty kinda way...

Nice...would be fun playing with you...do you play on yahoo? Smuttified said Hi all... I am new to the site, but not new to roleplaying or forums. I adore a good smut filled plot, and prefer potentially long term story ideas. I love playing with and as Hermaphrodites, Shemales, and Females. I will occasionally play with males, but only for a decent incest plot. I know there is not much here, and hopefully that will change with time... but for now, hopefully my F-List will help get things moving until I can add more. Please do not post here... Just send me a PM! Click to expand...
Thread: In a smutty kinda way...

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Thread: Looking for Male Partners

Bump, still no plots
Thread: Looking for Male Partners

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Thread: Looking for Male Partners

Question, would this be a furry andor anthro only for characters? I can admit, I've honestly never had any characters that were either, and am willing to try it out if you are willing to have me.
Thread: Looking for Male Partners

No, it isn't furry or anthro only. But im still looking if you want to try it, just pm me.
Thread: Hail to the Queen [Alleyway Ravager]

Dear Maria DuClare We regret to inform you that the city of New Lorient had been relieved of your care. Your recent actions at court and testimony of the nobility have shown that you are not fitting for such a fief. Furthermore, the Empress herself has judged that you will not receive compensation for this. Please, step down peacefully and we will make sure to keep some semblence of your reputation honorable. You were in charge of a colony in the name of Her Grace, not to run your own kingdom. Submit to the infinite wisdom of the Uniter of Europe. Glory to the Empress and her Steel Legion Undersecretary to the Empress Johnathan Macabee Damnit, this thing is mentioning her ! Maria DuClare was promised land. She was the governor who was sent by the council to maintain the Empire's hold in Africa. After conquering and uniting Europe in the late 1700s, this European Empire turned it's eyes to treasures in other lands. A combined effort of Ottomans and Russians halted their advance into Asia, but their greed was not sated, and a new age of colonialism began. One that Maria took advantage of. She was told South Africa held beauty and secrets. She found out once she arrived that it held endless deserts and jungles where everything wanted to kill you. Regardless, she accepted her new position ruling the port city of New Lorient, shipping all the riches of the continent to France for distribution. Africa seemed near absent of human civilization, the undiscovered country. Natives were easy to remove, and untapped resources were everywhere. Due to an ocean separating them from Europe, Maria found it easy to set aside a few precious gems and pelts for herself. Along with some 'necessary' taxes directly for her, she thought she had a good thing going. It didn't last, she was exposed, and now being evicted, harshly. Maria Duclare read the letter once more, seeing the Empress' name being used. This was big, she had to disappear. If the woman didn't do exactly as the royal family dictated, she knew she'd be assassinated. The woman opened all of the drawers in her bedroom, taking out every single stash of valuables and packing them away into a bag. Her manor was specifically built on a cliff overlooking the city, essentially removed from it. Walls and hired thugs kept people out, but today none of her people had showed up. Evidence of treachery, someone close to her must have planned all of this. The noble herself was actually a bit small, barely standing over 54'. While wearing colorful clothes befitting her station, the woman now wore a simple, brown set of robes for blending in. Her long, blonde hair was wrapped in a simple ponytail. In one of the pockets on the robe, Maria holstered an old master-crafted flintlock pistol. There were better weapons to buy now, but she preferred things quick and easy. Stick to the contingency plan. Just get to the docks, then I'll move out of the Empire. We have connections... We can make it. Maybe go to Arabia. OOC City name has ALWAYS been that way. EVERYTHING IS FINE IN KREMLIN.
Thread: Hail to the Queen [Alleyway Ravager]

Had Maria been more concerned with the matters of her former colony she would have noticed the urgent letters from the military garrisoned nearby. Recent scout reports, strange sightings, and even an entire platoon being killed by mysterious attackers all pointed towards one thing. It was unfortunate the Empress' letter arrived first, otherwise Maria might have been prepared for what was to come. The Hive had stirred. From a distance they might be mistaken for humans Perhaps. But once you were closer there was no mistaking their monstrous appearance as anything even close to human. They where large, standing about seven feet tall and walking upright on two powerful looking legs. They were like insects, covered in a hard, black carapace over almost their entire form save for a few yellowish, muscle-like sections at the joints and around their abdomen. Their heads looked like a cross between a praying mantis and a ant with power mandibles where its mouth would be and a pair of large black eyes topped with a pair of antenna. From its thorax two pairs of arms extended, the top pair ending in claw-tipped fingers and looking similar to the human build, while the second pair was held only two fingers and a thumb, the claws much longer and dangerous looking. They were the hive, and they were at her door. The group of insects crawled across her lawn, over the walls of her house, and atop the roof. A layman might think them a mindless swarm trying to get in but a solider would see the intelligence working amongst them. They were guarding every exit, no matter how small or out of the way. Windows, chimney, doors, there was now no way out of the building. And as Maria held her flintlock pistol in hand, something she believed could protect her from any threat, she would hear the chittering of the squad outside and a strange, almost sweet smell, in the air. The clicking language they used was talking about her, and if she looked towards any window she would see the face of one of the invaders looking back at her.
Thread: Hail to the Queen [Alleyway Ravager]

Maria had been distracted in trying to carry her completely legitimate tithes with her, but she could no longer ignore the noises she kept hearing outside the house, especially when she could hear them on the room. The noblewoman turned her head, staring out the window at a nightmarish figure glaring back at her. Without thinking any further, she fired her weapon, breaking the window and hopefully whatever thing was behind it. Maria dropped the pistol, her breath rapid from what she saw, and took off downstairs immediately. She saw things like that in the capital, made by scientists with too much free time, but usually it was just one or two pet projects. This was different. Too many arms, too chitinous, too monstrous of a head. Too many of them outside. She had to run. On the first floor, she found the dining room. In it was a trophy rack containing a rack of old firearms from the first colonial era. Maria cursed to herself and undid the display cabinet, taking out a bayoneted flintlock rifle in decent condition. It wasn't one of the modern flame casters or shock lances, but it was better than nothing. As she inspected the weapon, she glanced outside the nearest window to see the insectoid horrors all over the courtyard. Walking out was death. staying in was death. She had one option. A secret hatch in the house that would lead to an emergency escape route. First she needed a diversion, or a deterrent. The woman rushed into the kitchen nearby, looking in cabinets until she found a box of matches. The smile on her face lasted only a second once she got a hold of some, stomaching what she was about to do. Striking the first one and lighting it, Maria tossed it onto the wooden cabinets where it began to spread. She ran back to the dining hall, lighting the table on fire as well. Then she took off, passing by the stairwell and igniting it as well. The exit was in the basement, Maria just hoped this would cover her tracks, from the abominations outside, and any incriminating documents left inside the house.
Thread: Hail to the Queen [Alleyway Ravager]

The creature let out a high-pitched screech as the shot and broken glass struck its face sending it tumbling to the ground below. The clicking of the others grew more agitated and the scraping of many clawed hands echoed around the house as they crawled over it. As she ducked inside the basement she would see their shadows leaping away from the windows as the flames lept up inside the house, some even seeming to take wing in the sky above them adding a new note to the terrifying symphony of the hive. Her hunch was right though, they would not follow her through the flames. But they didn't need to . What awaited her in the basement wasn't the exit she was hoping for. The first thing she would have noticed would have been the sticky, organic wire that was stretched over the doorway around her ankles. A very effective trip wire for creatures that could crawl on walls. They had effective herded her to where they wanted her to go, covering all the exits save for the basement and letting her run right int their trap. A host of them wait below in the darkness, crawling on the ceiling and walls as they await their prey. At the bottom of the stairs more of the thick, web-like material lay in waiting. It was a just right for their purposes, just sticky enough to hamper her should she land in it. More than enough for them to move in for the final assault.
Thread: Hail to the Queen [Alleyway Ravager]

After the arson, Maria was in a hurry to leave her property. The exit was suppost to be an underground cavern that led to the coast near the port town. In her haste, she ran right into the trap that they had laid. Her legs ceased to move as it was stuck to the wire, tripping her body into more of the webbing stuck around what was her one hope. NO! No no no no! This can NOT be how it ends! Not at the hand of some monster I've never seen before! The woman thrashed and swore while she was suppressed, struggling for dear life to break free. She was effectively stuck. All Maria could do is try her best to aim at the first horror that crawled into sight, shoot, then stab the rest to her death.