[M4AplayingF] [Exotic] 10 NSFW Plots Available - Choose your favorite(s)

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I am 18+ and all characters/participants must be 16 years of age or over, and/or the physical and mental equivalent.

**RULES - Read before proceeding**

1) You MUST BE DETAILED. Two paragraphs minimum.
2) First impressions are important. If you message me, get to the point. No one-liners or you will be ignored and deleted. 
3) DON'T leave me on read. If you're going off for whatever reason, let me know beforehand. Don't just disappear without an explanation. Communication is key.
4) I'm open to any suggestions. Feel free to ask questions, pitch your own ideas/thoughts. 
5) No ferals. All characters must have a humanoid figure/features.
6) Bring your own references. I'd recommend a few.
7) I also accept Futa refs. 
8) I'm Dominant

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              EXOTIC (FURRY) PLOTS 1-10


Plot 1 - Mating Season Volume 1
It was that time of the year when men had their needs and went out to find some meat. Long story short, m/c is on the prowl, going out to the wilderness in search for some ass. The very hung bull was starting to leak between his legs, lots of slimy pre milk dripping. Hours and hours later after hunting some food & camping it out for the night, was another day without any lucky. M/c is known as an alpha and walks the forest like he owns it. The ripped and dried, milk-stained shorts are barely holding the enormous package as each step makes the sweaty bells sway from side to side. On the other hand, y/c was also wandering around in the middle of no where in the woods, in predator territory. And y/c was everything m/c is looking for to breed; big round ass and a nice body. What were you doing here all alone? Were you lost? Were you picking up wood or finding something? Were you skinny-dipping in the lake? Were you being a little slut perhaps and trying to catch a dominant predators' attention? (Describe any reason, doesn't have to be those listed.) Eventually, m/c smelled someone nearby, a prey as he's skilled when it comes to hunting. Y/c's scent could be detected and m/c sees you behind those bushes, seeing a silhouette of a feminine body... and so the muscular hunk walks to y/c asking what she's doing here- (to be continued)

Plot 2 - Mating Season Volume 2
Our colony isn't in their strongest phase and this generation has become a total embarrassment. 85 years ago, the warriors representing the colony were real men and women. And today, it has aged terribly where you see femboys and weak women & men walking these streets that were once dominated by powerful, ruthless bodies. M/c is part of the special forces that go out to battle the colonies' freedom every day for a better future. The special forces used to carry around 15,000 men/women but now hold around 300 at the base. Rumors have been circulating of many more enemy cites nearby wanting to take this land. This colony accepts all races, species; all ages and non-judgmental. That's how m/c was accepted as he isn't related to anyone here who are a whole different animal race. Felines were the most you see here and m/c is a Bull. The king of the colony demanded a new rule to the books and hosted a conference meeting back in his enormous pyramid. There, the conversation and topic lasted for a full day until a verdict was finally finalized. What is it exactly? The next morning, the civilians and everyone came to the announcement speech to hear out this urgent news that will have an effect on the colony. The representative of the king holding a sheet said the following - "All adults need to hear this as this will be super important. Every single person will be involved in this rule from the ages 16 and above, mentally and physically. And it will take place next week. Since we're losing so many warriors monthly, cornering us to under 300 brave men/women, it is time to have an enormous breeding session week, for next week. All women will be sent to the pyramid where you'll be guided to a stall to get bred by our men. We need more life and to save this generation. Our new-borns will grow quick and we'll raise every single one to become an elite warrior from here on out. This is unacceptable in what we have become and now its time to change it! In three days, all you women will report to the pyramid and will offer your bodies to the men who are in the special forces. Their sperm is guaranteed to bring life to the future and most powerful genes." All of this had a mix reaction from the crowd; some confused, some protesting and others patriotically accepting for the greater good. Y/c shows up to a long line down the main doors. The pyramid alone was intimidating to look at since y/c is not sure what will happen or how one will be treated inside. Every floor inside had around twenty stalls next to each other. Y/c is assigned the second floor in stall number 10. The walls were thick enough so y/c can have some privacy and not hear the other women next door. All stalls were a small room with hay on the floor, water, lube and other minor things. Y/c was nervous, rubbing her arm as she waited for the man who's going to mate with her. All of a sudden, the door slot opens as he says "hands on the wall and bend over." M/c says, voice sounding deep and strict. And who would've known y/c is going to be handling the biggest one of the special forces. 

Plot 3 - Big Booty Neighbor nurses Hung Stallion 
You are a self-employed individual who works here and there, having a medical background has surely worked on you over the years. Being a college drop out, you were now debating in life whether to go back to school to finish it up since you half-assed it. You have a boyfriend(/or girlfriend) living with you. You're both happy and moved to this neighborhood about two months ago. The ones living next door to y'all are siblings. You always got along with the sister as you rarely saw the brother since he works late-night shifts. One early noon, my little sister comes to knock on your door to ask if you could do her a favor? She explains the issue of her brother (me) who's having a problem with his genitals lately and since she knows you have some knowledge on these things, asks if he could come over for a quick check-up? You accept, since you don't have things to do today and she promises to pay you once she's back from work. The sister is on a hurry, giving you a quick hug before running to catch the bus. You're basically going to check on me, almost like a physical. In an hour she said he'll show up so you make yourself some brunch, then cleaning the living room before you hear a knock on the door. You sigh and walk to the door wearing tight clothing that shows off your best and doughy assets. You open it only to see a tall, muscular and good-looking Anthro waiting to come inside. You're speechless for a second, being the first time you see this horse during the day. And he didn't leave much of a imagination since his 'enormous' personality could be seen poking through the fabric of the shorts, letting you realize the big situation you are going to have to solve with your nurse gloves. You welcome him inside, making some small talk before leading the way to the bathroom where you'll examine his massive bells that aren't able to reproduce. You sway your hips from side to side (intentionally/ unintentionally), grabbing his attention. Once you both make it to the room, you ask him to pull his pants down so you can get a close look on what the circumstances look like. 

Plot 4 - Stranded on an Island 
A pair of friends who went for a yacht weekend party turned into a disaster. It was supposed to be fun and friendly but when a hurricane had suddenly showed up the same day as the scheduled sea-ride, things ended up bad. It was a total of ten people; 9 friends, 1 captain. I invited over my little teen sister (+16) who knew the others but was obviously younger than my colleagues. There was drinking, karaoke, games and more heavy drinking (with the exception of you, who wasn't allowed and were mostly in your room). We all had our bags inside the rooms, including some extra accessories like you sneaking a condom inside your purse as I didn't know you had the intention of wanting to bang someone during the trip. Unfortunately for you and everyone else, the storm hit us hard. It was a four-hour travel before the yacht lost communication with the operators. No signal. No signal. No signal for the next three hours until the report was sent within the first hour of no sign of life. Apparently, huge waves came to us and we later lost control, crashing into large boulders near an island. Nobody survived with the experience of myself and a unresponsive sister who I dragged to shore, giving CPR until she coughed out water uncontrollably. We both didn't know what the hell had happened as we saw the yacht half a mile away, destroyed. The bodies weren't there and gone. The island had a strong mist that made it difficult to see around our surroundings, later to find out this was like a ghost island. We must've somehow hit a small crevice that led into a portal since the special rescue teams could not be able to find us for weeks, spreading everywhere. Two weeks turned into three, four and later eight weeks. It had been over four months since we been stuck here. During those months, we did what we could to escape. We built boats but they wouldn't last long and get crumbled by the waves of the beach. The climate was odd here and much more powerful. We built our own home, a tent for us to sleep in near shore, in the woods. We surrounded the perimeter with hundreds of sharp and thick bamboo so no predators could get to us. There were lots of animals but the only thing I can say is that we have only explored about 15% of this island. The only time we confronted danger is when we went too far out of our comfort zone and spotted a tiger. We managed to escape but that made us make weapons. I could've squashed it but I didn't want to put you danger since they could always have the chance to use you to beat me. We had spears, traps and more. The bags we recuperated from the ships that belonged to us and our fallen friends lasted a while. The snacks and food were obviously used during the first week but there were other things we could still use like a flashlight, lighter, rubber bands and other small minorities. We hunted food, searched for a lake to do laundry and learned to use our weapons expertly. We came down to our last pair of clothing since the others worn the past months were ripped or in bad condition. It exposed more skin between us and you only had your last pair of panties. But with all this going on, also plays a huge mind game in our head. Stuck in here has me pent up and frustrated, both sexually and also in desperation of wanting to escape. Our clothing is ripped and we have no extra ones. With that, we are somewhere in bad condition as we are half naked or close to there. We've made a small tent near shore (or in the woods), sleep together and hormones are just skyrocketing. I'm in heat, and in need to 'blow' some steam with all the testosterone stored up. We go back to shore to work on the boat, building it twice as bigger and stronger, stacking it up with thicker material. It's a long process and patient process, since it is going to take a while to have it standing. Around this time, you noticed your brother's bulge getting bigger as time passes. You even take care of doing our laundry (cleaning our clothes at a lake a mile away from our home), and you see big pre-cum stains on my last pairs of underwear, needing to scrub them off hard. But the smell is strong and makes you feel a certain way anytime that musk and cum scent hits your nostrils. That's when you start to unlock your own heat. A few days later, we take a trip to the lake since we need to bathe and also clean the clothes. As we move, you notice that huge dong swaying side to side under my shirts, an obvious silhouette under the shorts that no one could miss. You didn't have much on you either in terms of clothing, taking a backpack with you. As I cut through the bushes, we find the large, beautiful lake. I put the bag down holding our belongings, beginning our camp for the day and organizing. I make sure there aren't any wild animals and predators in general. Since I'm over 6'5 and weigh over 350lbs of muscle, I'm known to be a dominant beast too. That's when I ask you for the soap as I start to strip down. 

Plot 5 - Facialed N' Fired!
Not too long ago I hired my very own secretary to work for my company. The problem is, you were terrible at your job. I've had complaints about you making mistakes and not being all too bright. There's not really any strong points to say about you besides your heavy rack which isn't even something work-related. You probably already had the idea that the reason I hired you was because your big fake tits were basically almost falling out of your white buttoned shirt during the interview. The only reason your colleagues didn't have the balls to report you or come to their boss was because of the looks you have, always showing off too much cleavage to the point where your lace bra were always exposed. They all loved being nice to you, giving you sweet good morning greets and being fake only so they can get lucky enough to get into your pants which isn't going to happen. As said previously, there were many complaints but it was coming from the customers you attended before. After many angry emails, I as the boss, had to adress the issue. Everyone kissed my ass in this company. Your boss is a good-looking, tall and handsome man. Just because you were receiving negative feedback didn't mean it was 'cause you were lazy or dumb. You always did your best and tried to make yourself look good, especially when your boss was present during your work hours. The question is, are you a dumb, big-tittied secretary? What's the issue with you? All you have to do is look pretty, be on the phone and make appointments. One evening, I told you to stay for over-time since it was a busy, hectic day. Everyone was gone at this point and for the first time in three months, you were doing okay-ish. The damage was already done and my manhood was on the line. And that's unfortunate because in a personal stand point, I got along with you with the few times I had my chats. I was going to get rid of you tonight since I can't afford to have bimbos messing up such an easy job. I ordered you to come to my office in ten minutes. You thought you were going to get some raise or praise for your work ethics from your hottie boss. You made sure to fix your little slutty skirt and you definitely had the top buttons undone to show those bimbo milkers. You make your way to the door, knocking as I tell you to come in. My office was nice; a work desk, 10k couch, fancy Italian paintings from the 1600s, a big see-through wall behind my chair that has the perfect view of the city and much more. You sit down across from me on the chair, ready to hear what I have to say. Your boss was doing some paperwork, hands full before giving you a glance of slight disappointment. That's when I bring you the news about the drama that has been going on around here behind your back. You go in denial that you been doing a terrific job and doing everything I ask you to. Even going as far to saying that they are jealous of you and how you are more popular. I chuckle, shaking my head as I agree with you that in terms of popularity, you are winning. My eyes stare at your cleavage, pointing with my pen at them "the reason you even lasted a month was because of that rack. And because of all the emails and backlash, I as your boss, need to dismiss you." I say. Your heart skips a beat, gasping as you say how this is unfair and that everyone is making up things because you look better than their wives. I cut you off losing patience, giving you a choice - "put that mouth to good use for once... or be FIRED."

Plot 6 - Stuck at a Cheap Motel
It was a busy evening as I (age 28) went to go pick up my baby sister (age 18) from the airport late at night. The drive was quite long and hectic, not expecting the amount of traffic that got in my way to get you. When I got there, we got all your bags into the trunk and left quickly. It'd been a while since I've seen you and sometime I think you are just evolving in terms of your body... knowing full well every guy wants to bang you hard. After driving an hour, I knew we weren't going to make it. One is, I'm already exhausted and second, it'll just be better to get some rest at this point. We came across an old town and I parked the car in front of a motel. I knew this place wasn't going to be appealing, especially to a young girl like yourself but we had a budget. If I could come across something better, I would. But knowing the way back home, it'll take another hour before we can find anything. I went to the office, getting our room. I grabbed your bags and went to the door, unlocking it before kicking the door open since my hands were full. Upon entering, I turned the lights on and dropped the bags on the couch. The place looked old and unwashed? It seemed off and unimpressive. You could tell the bed sheets haven't been washed in over a month. "Well, this is our place for tonight. It's the best they had, unfortunately. Come in!" I say all exhausted, walking to the bed. I take a seat on the edge of it, looking around as I notice some details. "Huh... only one bed? Hey sis, can you check the air conditioner for us? Its a little hot..." I say, kicking my shoes off. There was only one bed and didn't know how you will feel about this. I surely didn't like it but am also the kind to just give it to you at the end of the day. I would never let you sleep on the couch or on the floor. Especially not in here. Hell, there could be rats and roaches around. You came in a little after me, checking the place out and immediately not being a fan of it. When you heard me to check the air conditioner, you did so. "Yuck... ummm. Am I doing this right?" You clicked a few buttons but to no results. You knew something was wrong and after a few tries, you came to the conclusion that it wasn't working. "AC is broken, big brother." You sighed, walking back to see the bedroom or the section of the bed. And of course, things couldn't be more uncomfortable as it already was as you notice there is one bed. "Ughh, I won't even have a good night sleep." You whined, placing your belongings on the floor next to the side of your half. "You can have it all. I'm going to sleep on the couch." I say as you freeze before turning around. "That's kind of you but I wouldn't let you do that. Just lay there. We'll make it work." You smile, turning around and bending over in front of your brother unintentionally, getting your things from the bag. The night was super hot and with no AC, things were going to get tough with hormones all over the place. 

Plot 7 - Milking and Selling
It was the year 2040 when most farms were on a crisis because of an unknown flu that was hurting the animals like chickens, goats and cows. Businesses for them were on jeopardy and markets increased the prices of eggs and milk by 5x from its original price. Living in the country side of things was tough, especially owning your own farm. There were some hens at your place that were still healthy. But it was only a few. Your father is the main man of the farm and land you live in. He's been working here for over +30 years, always doing well and enough to support his family. Competition was always crazy here since all the farm owners were also picking the pace up, selling their products quicker than others. But because of what is happening, sometimes your father would recieve visits from others who have their own land like his. You heard it all from panick to when is this going to end or what is the hold up with finding a cure to help these animals. Finding tasty, fresh milk was very difficult and the animals who reproduced all this weren't the only ones being affected. Men were also and the human population was declining by the mid 2030s. There were some healthy men out there that could be worth thousands for the factories. There could be so much done with sperm from both animals and humans. Your old man had a very important meeting to attend from another state. He told you he wasn't coming back for a while, probably two weeks so he left his own daughter in charge to look over the barn. There was a lot of pressure and put all his trust on you to feed the animals, clean and have the stuff ready for delivering at 5am. You gave him your word that you'll do everything to keep the place running and active. He gives a sheet to make you learn the steps on how to milk the cows, what or who to shave and let for a walk...etc. After a few days later, business was super slow and lackluster. You did everything you had to do, selling the pigs and giving some others medicine. Rent was due by the end of the week and you noticed your old man didn't give you enough for the bill. You gave him a call but to no answer. You called over and over again, even leaving a voice-mail. There wasn't enough time and he even emphasizes that he'll be super busy the whole week. You acted quickly and did some research in the meantime. You went to the local Laundromats and stores, posting some ads that would catch the eye of men. They were posted all on paper boards from like Laundry places, gas stations and other public spots with your email written on it. You listed the conditions and what you're looking for specifically. 1) Looking for healthy men with a doctor's record of all the tests on your body. 2) Show proof and send a pic of yourself. 3) Message me back and we'll plan a schedule. 4) You will earn something back in return for your assistance. The last part was specified in depth that you'll be getting a cut from the money if all plays out well! A day later, you recieved around 15 messages. At first you got excited but then saw many men who were out of shaped, looked like they were on drugs or many who didn't show the slips. The last message however did do everything you asked for. The pics, doc, and information about himself; it was an overly hung Bull/Horse (Anthro). You knew this was the right one to do business with. You send him a message that same hour "I milk you and sell the product with you getting a cut from it. Sounds like a good deal, right?~" you send this message to him. He agrees to split the money with you and plan to meet up at your place at the farm in your barn. You bit your lip, having the machine ready and having faith this will work. You went to the barn, taking care of all your responsibilities. The next morning, you got ready, wearing something a little provocative and revealing as you got a text that he's at your porch with a macho-like, cocky vibe. "The bull is here." 

Plot 8 - Visiting the Coffee Shop to get your very first milkshake
There was this unique coffee shop where they sell products that are only for the mature audience.There was "other" interesting things on the menu like the special section where you can get natural protein shakes and fresh milk on the spot, all healthy and tasty. The only odd thing about this section was that there was only two types of milk available - option 1 was salty warm milkshake, Option 2 was sweet warm milkshake. Then you, the customer, had the option to either let the worker do it on itself or *assist* in helping out. You and your girlfriend decide to visit this shop, getting your own table and reading through the menu to see what is on store for today. The anthros were the waitresses and one comes to your table, asking what you want. Your girlfriend asks for the generic ice coffee with some vanilla on it while you were curious to order something on the special sauce section. You tell him that you need a minute as you whisper to your friend what these two toppings truly mean, needing more context. She giggles before telling you the true "Oh girl~ I forgot you are new to this dungeon~" she teases and giggles. "So look, come here." You lean as she whispers into your ear. You nod before your eyes widen a little as she explains how that milk is fresh off those men, literally. "Wait really??? You have to be kidding me? No way. Are you sure this is the place. Doesn't look like i-it." You look around, forgetting the beast is in front of you waiting for your order. "Oh my bad! Hmmm... I'll be getting-" He is standing in front of you both, hot as hell; strong masculine body, built like a bull, naked underneath with nothing but a white apron covering his body as it is a dress code in this shop. "May you please come here, sir, pretty please~?" You ask in a flirty tone as he takes the bait, walking towards you as you look side to side to make sure the people in here are minding their own business. You were a little shy but the curiosity was killing you, especially because of all the stuff your friend told you. The male waitress stands in front of you as your sat, your face eye level with his waist as you bite your lip, pulling his apron up to see what he has in store before that large thing flops down, hanging loose between his legs "Oh my God! Why are you so big daddy?! I mean, s-sir." You had a cock-shock meltdown, in disbelief on how huge he was, the musk unlocking your submissive perverted side and sex drive as your crotch began to ache while a small amount of drool was forming on the corner of your lip. "Umm, what will you be having ma'am? I need to get going or I'll get in trouble." He says, getting ready to leave before you grab onto his apron tightly, saying "Hold up."

Plot 9 - Big Bull breeds Busty Cow  
We were part of a struggling, low-class family who owns a farm. We're also part of the animals owned by the family; doing heavy lifting, working, cleaning, and assisting on anything the old man or old woman needs. You're a busty cow who does your own work and tests while this tall bull, me, has his own section, mainly working heavy duties. While you're working on hay, lifting buckets and feeding smaller animals, I'm on the field working on the crops, picking up boulders and cutting trees. Sure, we didn't get money but we didn't mind since there's not much of a choice. Plus, it's not the worst place living here as we get our own stall to sleep in, inside the barn. That includes water, food and space to sleep comfortably somewhat. But we always have to wake up at 5am sharp to start the day ahead of others who also own farms miles away. The fam weren't earning the best in these tough times and at one point were middle class. Pfft, middle class. As if that exists. You're either poor, or you are either wealthy. That's what I got taught from the previous owner as a youngster. Three days of the week the gals would get milked like yourself. Obviously the studs couldn't help on that part since only humans could properly use those machines. If I were to use them, I'd accidentally break it with my huge hands. Every five days the truck would stop by to get the stuff they need. Some of those meetings the old man would come back with a smile that meant business was okay. And other times he'd come with an upset expression meaning not much was made/sold. That only motivated us to work much harder; growing more vegetables, sacrificing most of his savings on chickens to lay eggs, goats for milk and pigs to breed. But there's always a limited budget, barely able to buy enough for hens since the price has doubled. I was self-aware that it's going to take time to get back on their feet (the husband and wife) so there are some options where we wouldn't need to pay exactly. The old man and lady along with their kids were going to be out of the farm to get something in the main city they ordered. Us furs weren't informed what it was but they told us to keep charge of the place on their absence. They weren't sure how long this could take from going and coming back but an estimate could be anywhere from 12 hours to over a day? Either way, I promised to watch over as they also trusted you, probably leaning to you more than me. Once they left, the gates were closed, barricades, everything so the animals stay in their cages. We both continued to work though since there are cameras covering the field. Since there isn't any in the barn, anytime you went inside to clean up, I would follow you in. To assist right? No. I started groping you inappropriately, harassing, dry-humping, all of it. I wasn't doing it to be annoying or be a pervert. You got really annoyed but you couldn't do much since there's such a size difference between us. Though, you could sense and smell that the big black bull reeks of heat. The odor got stronger and musky, full of testosterone and hormones that need to be flushed. You'd walk away to continue your daily routine and then came back in the barn to finish up on what the old lady left. And then there I came following you from behind before groping you. My large hands massaging and rubbing your heavy milkers, teasing you. I had my plans that wouldn't just benefit me of course, but also benefit the family financially. How so? Breeding this cow in my stall~ 

Plot 10 - Morning Wood Strikes Again!
One of the things that always ruins my sleep after the beautiful sunrise shines is that annoying ache between my legs. The more you grow, the bigger the problem. Did it have to do with age? Or maybe because I'm a tall and heavy creature? Science has proven that males who lift heavy things everyday produce lots of sperm. So maybe that's it? Does my body have too much testosterone that it's becoming more of a chore than desire? There were lots of questions and could be any of the above or maybe there some other explanation that I'm not aware of? Then again, I'm not the brightest in the world. It was around 6:50am when I felt a terrible pain between my legs. And not to my surprise, a large tent could be seen below my waist from the blanket. I checked the time, having over an hour left before work since I leave at 8:30am. I sit up, getting a small stomach ache. I could literally feel how much it's throbbing and to the point where I cannot think straight. I stood up and slid into my flip-flops, looking down to see how big it is... but my hunger had now taken over. I didn't want to piss it out, nor touch myself. My body was craving pussy and I have someone in my apartment whom I have to take to school in less than an hour. I could ignore it and go to the bathroom. Or I can knock on your door and ask for a BIG favor for a HUGE problem? The issue is I know what you're going to say and feel. It's definitely wrong and well, I have to put my pride away for this one time. God, I'm nearly panting... and almost sweating. I hear some sounds coming from your room, knowing that you're awake by now. And so you were, waking up with a yawn, having barely any clothes as your assets were showing off to the windows. You went to your closet to check what clothes you're going to wear before taking it to your bed. You sat back in bed with small little panties and knee high socks. You wanted some rest before school until you heard the door knocks. Who would've know that what leads to this will make you lose an important day of school. (This Plot is flexible. You can play as my sister, best friend, roommate, etc.)

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Lalo

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Lalo

Don't waste my time 🥂
6'5 made of thick steel with sex appeal

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Lalo

Don't waste my time 🥂
6'5 made of thick steel with sex appeal

Pm me for my Telegram