Kitty's Got an Itch (F/F, M/F, all gender identities welcome)

[Pastel Kitkat]

*all stories can be modified to suit either a m/f or f/f theme.

Welcome to my thread for craved story ideas. Please check my O/O's thread.
If you're interested in any of the ideas below, or in hashing out an idea based on shared Ons, please send me a message.
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Snow White and the Seven Demon Princes In Play
Content: Blood play (mild), Incest, various kinks and fetishes TBD. Preferably each Prince will have their own fetishes for Snow to fulfill.
Setting: Modern Fantasy
Requirements: Able to write 2-3 paragraphs per post, or as much detail as the scene requires to react to one another. Posts at least once a week. Is comfortable playing multiple characters. 

I intend for this story to be conducted in seven acts, one for each prince. Snow will strive to win each of their affections and loyalty by giving each of them not only a taste of her blood, but also her flesh.

Background

One cold winter’s night, a small package was left outside a fire station. It sat there for hours without notice, the steadily falling snow gathering atop it. Nearly an inch of snow had fallen to rest atop it before anyone took notice of the package. An aging fireman—who had the bad habit of smoking cigars—had wandered outside the firehouse to satisfy his craving, when he spotted it there on the doorstep. A small red cooler, glaring in contrast to the white snow that covered the firehouse steps. Curiously the man opened the cooler to find a bundle of bloodied white blankets that stirred before his eyes. Peeling them back, the man was astounded to find a baby, pale as the snow that fell around them, and half frozen to death. The man took action quickly and rushed the baby to the hospital, surprised to find that the baby was perfectly healthy. Given the amount of time the baby had spent in the cooler out in the snow—which was apparent by the accumulation of snow that had been on it—the man had expected the worst.

The baby—a precious little girl—spent only a night in the hospital before social services came to claim her. They placed her in a loving home with parents who promised to care for her, but just three days into the adoption process the couple backed out. There was something strange about the baby they said; she never cried, only stared with icy eyes, and was always freezing to the touch. She was brought back to the hospital and thoroughly examined. When nothing could be found wrong with her, she was placed with a new family. This lasted a week before that family too wanted nothing to do with the strange little baby. Social services were at a loss. Every family they placed her with, every foster home that took her in, would eventually give her back. She was scary, or so they claimed. Like a little porcelain doll; cold and soulless.

She was three years old when someone who would love and care for her was finally found. The same man who had found her years before; Fire Marshal Henry White. He named her Snow and taught her how to laugh. The older she grew, the more he loved her and the warmer her eyes became. She was always a strange child, but Henry loved her oddities and took it upon himself to teach her ways to relate to other people. He taught her how to make little glass dolls and paint happy faces onto them, which taught her how to contort her face into pleasant expressions. He taught her various dances, which always got her blood rushing and warmed her skin and made her laugh. He taught her how to smile, how to pout, how to scoff and how to yell. The only thing Henry wouldn't teach Snow was how to cry. But there was no need for tears, not when he was there.

Then it happened. It had been a frustrating day at work for Snow—who was a phlebotomist in the outpatient clinic at their local hospital—and to cheer her up Henry decided to do what he did best. He pulled the fire truck out onto the street, put on some music and lead her around the fire station in a dance. The other firemen clapped and hooted and Snow and Henry laughed as they did the Charleston around the garage.  He was beaming at her, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling in the happiest of expressions, he always looked at her like that when they danced. The fall was sudden, and at first everyone thought he was joking, but when Henry didn't move the firehouse paramedics jumped into action. They loaded him into the ambulance and rushed him to the hospital. Snow clutched his hand the entire way, staring blankly at Henry's calmly sleeping face as the paramedic performed chest compressions and tried desperately to restart his old friend's heart.

Snow sat in the emergency room for what felt like hours, her expression cold and her skin icy. It was a mere thirty minutes before a nurse came out and led her to the critical care room. Henry lay on a hospital cot, his shirt cut open, the gray curls covering his chest bared. He was dead—a brain aneurysm she was to be told—and for a long time she just stared at the man who had raised her. The man who had loved her when no one else would. In twenty-seven years not a single tear had passed her glassy brown eyes. In that moment every one that had been denied release rushed forward. Snow wailed into her father's chest, soaking the soft curls in her sorrow. The grief was unbearable, her screams were heartbreaking and she was inconsolable. Snow's breakdown was so intense that she herself was admitted to the hospital and sedated.

Story

The story will begin when Snow wakes up in the hospital in the middle of the night sensing a presence over her. It is the demon prince Lust. Though initially there to kill her, they find themselves unable to do so; entranced by her beauty they steal a kiss and wake her from her slumber. They find themselves bewitched by her and tell Snow of her unconventional heritage. She is the daughter of the devil, who mated with a mortal witch to fulfill an ancient prophecy. The combination of the witch’s white magic and the devil’s evil aura would run a powerful magic through her veins. So powerful that anyone who drank her blood would gain immense strength, enough to conquer worlds. When the witch learned of the devil’s plot, she and her coven birthed the baby in secret, and as she was born bound Snow’s magic to hide her from her father. By the time the devil was suspicious, Snow was already gone. He killed the witch and her coven in vengeance, but was severely wounded during the battle that had been fought, and has been asleep ever since.

Her brothers, the seven princes of hell, each rule one of its seven circles, but each wishes to overthrow their father to become the ruler of hell and keep it separated from the mortal realm. They’ve all been looking for Snow; to drink her blood and destroy their father while he’s weak, and now that the bind on her magic is beginning to break she’ll be much easier to find.

They tell her all of this; compelled by one kiss. It’s a preposterous story of course, and Snow dismisses the man as crazy, until upon discharge from the hospital she is attacked by vicious otherworldly animals.

The Sins

Lust

Envy

Sloth

Gluttony

Wrath

Greed

Pride

Predator in a Skirt f/f only
Content: Dub-con, substance influence, power play.
Setting: Modern Realistic
Requirements: Able to write 2-3 paragraphs per post, or as much detail as the scene requires to react to one another. Posts at least once a week. Skilled at playing a female or trans female character. 

Story

Her name was Sora Lane, but around the office it was Miss Lane, or Ice Queen. The latter being when she wasn’t within ear shot. Sora knew her faults though–resting bitch face they called it–and she could tell her coworkers were weary of her from the distance they kept. She preferred it that way really. Though their CEO pushed that old family dynamic scheme, Sora kept her private life just that, and when she was on company time was only interested in company matters. Not her coworkers spouses or children or whatever gossip they nibbled on in the break room. If that made her a bitch, then she was fine with being one as long as her work didn’t suffer.

Determined to force Sora to bond with her coworkers, her manager drags her to a company function under threat of a poor performance review. Sora spends the night quietly drinking at a table in the corner of the room, completely tuned out in pure spite. Eventually she notices a woman from her department being bothered by one of the division leaders. Already annoyed and fueled by righteous female rage–and alcohol–Sora loudly intervenes. Her coworker is so grateful that she spends the rest of the night at Sora’s side. Maybe it’s just the alcohol or adrenaline, but Sora finds the woman’s attention charming and spends the rest of the evening drinking and laughing.

Late into the night the two women share a taxi and emboldened by alcohol and quite sure she’s being flirted with; Sora’s own predatory nature begins to show. 

The Benevolent King and his Poison Flower
Content: Romance, bdsm, power play, negotiable
Setting: Historical fantasy, loosely based around ancient Chinese dynasties. Inspired by watching too many Cdrama’s.
Requirements: Able to write 2-3 paragraphs per post, or as much detail as the scene requires to react to one another. Posts at least once a week.

Background

Their world centered around fate; those lucky and unlucky in it. The scholars claimed it was no matter of luck but good karma. The more your soul accumulated the more fortune the gods would grant you in life. Now that had always made her wonder; did those who suffered do so because they deserved it? It was the only logical explanation. It certainly helped the nobles of Shin sleep quite peacefully as peasants starved just beyond their gates. Zhi Ruo had always counted herself among the lucky. Though she hadn’t been born a noble, her father had fled the kingdom of Shin at the first signs of social unrest. He took his infant daughter south to warmer climates, to the prosperous Xi kingdom and built a new life for them. Fourteen years later the kingdom of Shin fell. Refugees poured in and stretched Xi’s resources to the limits. The citizens felt the strain, and unrest gave way to violent prejudice when disease began to spread. The people of Xi blamed the refugees for bringing disease to their kingdom, and became unhappy with their king for inviting them in. The King of Xi was merciful and wise, and called forth anyone with knowledge of herbs, flowers and medicine no matter their social rank or age. Zhi Ruo’s father was summoned to the palace, and she accompanied as his assistant. It was he that discovered the medicine was passing too quickly and needed time to kill the bacteria in the gut. His adjustments to the formula to treat the disease was the most effective. Fate had smiled upon the refugees of Shin that day, for one of their own had saved the kingdom of Xi.

Zhi Ruo’s father was appointed chief herbalist of the palace, and to cement his dedication to merging the people of Shin with his own, the wise king betrothed Zhi Ruo to his eldest son Crown Prince Hongli, who was only eight years old. The people rejoiced, though behind the palace walls jealousy spread and poisoned the harem. The ladies of the palace court were all in agreement; Zhi Ruo was far too common and completely undeserving of the title of Princess. It wasn’t a title Zhi Ruo cared for anyway. The palace was suffocating. The rules, the expectations, the constant curtsying. Zhi Ruo struggled to adjust to her new life, and the idea that she would one day wed the doughy little prince. He was royalty, akin to a god in their world, so naturally he was terribly coddled. The queen mother spoiled him; though he was not her own he was the king’s first son, and therefore a treasure to the kingdom. He was whiny, and quick to tears, but studious and gentle-hearted. Zhi Ruo saw him often as they both grew, for once she had been named as one of the Crown Prince’s future brides, the Queen Mother had ordered Zhi Ruo into her palace to serve as her personal attendant. It was she that taught young Zhi Ruo etiquette and poise, whether she wanted to learn or not. It was the Queen Mother who nurtured Shin’s poison flower, teaching her to navigate the treacherous swamp that was the palace harem. Driving into Zhi Ruo her purpose; to protect her king. Her sweet hearted little prince who grew before into a wise thoughtful young man who always seemed to have ink stains on his fingers.

Only with a vicious and dedicated queen could a virtuous king rule. This was the queen mother’s lesson; to protect the king’s heavenly light from any. Those who would snuff it out or use it to bring their own glory. When the time came for her little prince to become a king, Zhi Ruo would be there to ensure his rule was long and prosperous. By any means.

Though the king had dominion over all, and the right to choose his queen, it was she who would take control of the haram, and the queen mother would be sure her son would make the right choice in his queen.

Story

Willing to explore all possibilities; playing out the romance between the queen and her king, bringing down a conniving concubine or general. Open to ideas.

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