Hell Yeah [MxF, MxM, FxF, FxI] (Plot Ideas Update 6/12/21)

[Berry Sicksy]

Intro & Preferences

Hey all and welcome to my darkened corner. This is the place where I make my demands of all you lovely people and hopefully attract some interested parties. Let’s begin, shall we?

Pairing Preferences

Please note that these preferences are for sex rather than gender. Non-binary characters are welcome!

MC: Male, Female, Intersex**
YC: Female, Male*, Intersex**

* My preference in male character partners is for femboys. Also willing to play as a femboy depending on the pairing and plot.
** Having both male and female sexual anatomy, such as characters having breasts, a cock and balls; having no breasts and a vagina, etc.

Writing Style & Posting

Mainly I write in the third person, past tense. I'm not one to go into extreme detail about the environment or background happenings of a scene. My focus is largely on characters and interaction. Speaking of which, my characters will usually have a quirky personality with exaggerated characteristics. Most of my inspiration is drawn from anime, manga, visual novels and games so you might see some of the tropes of those mediums influencing my character design.

My post length can vary from a paragraph to a few pages depending on what the scene calls for, but I don't consider one-liners to be an acceptable response. If what's going on in the story is a back-and-forth interaction between our characters I prefer to keep it short so as not to add unnecessary padding. If there's a big action scene going on I like to describe the action to the best of my abilities—where appropriate.

I'm not too anal about spelling and grammar. I know I make mistakes sometimes a lot, and so do most people, so I'm not going to sweat it as long as it's intelligible. If my ability to understand what it is you're trying to write becomes a frequent problem we might need to talk about it.

Normally, I'll try to respond at least once every other day, as long as life doesn't get in the way. I won't pressure you to respond in any set amount of time, but please just let me know if you need to pause the roleplay for some reason. I'll be sure to do the same if something comes up that prevents me from responding any time soon. I'm pretty easygoing and won't hold it against you if you ghost. Nonetheless, I'd much prefer that my partners reach out to me so that we can discuss any issues that might lead to ending the roleplay. I'm open to suggestions and criticism, so don't hesitate to tell me if there's something I'm doing that's bothering you, or if there's some way that we could make the roleplay more enjoyable.

Character References

I will do descriptions (preferred) or anime/drawn character references. I won't generally do real life photos for character references, but I could possibly be convinced if I'm really into an idea.

Smut Level Preferences

So, I like smut. I'll confess to being a pervert, and I like describing the naughty stuff. But unless there is something I'm really, really interested in, I don't usually go for pure smut roleplays; I prefer a good story, likable characters and meaningful interaction between them. Generally I shoot for at most 60/40 or 50/50 plot to smut ratio. But if you have an idea that really hits my g-spot I will submit to total debauchery.

Contacting Me

When contacting me about a potential roleplay, I ask that you send a sample post if possible. This isn’t a strict requirement, but it helps me to figure out how well our styles will mesh. If you don’t send a sample I may check out your public work to get an idea of what your style is. In the case that you don’t have any public work and don’t send a sample of your writing I may request a sample. I don’t like to be too harsh about this sort of thing, but it’s better to know what to expect before starting a roleplay.

I also appreciate thoughtfully written messages. You don’t have to send me a dissertation or anything, just enough that I can get a feeling for how we’ll get along and give me an idea of what it is that you’re looking for in a roleplay. This could include plot ideas, potential characters, preferences, kinks, or whatever you want to include.

Sending me a message with a single line asking if I want to roleplay is less likely to interest me and your message might be ignored depending on the vibes I’m getting. I like being friendly with my roleplay partners if possible, or at least polite, and it’s not really courteous to just come up to me out of nowhere, ask for a roleplay and leave me to come up with the rest. Just meet me halfway is all I’m asking.

General Interests

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Here I'll list some general interests of mine. Please note that I will rarely play as canon characters with only a few exceptions.

Settings & Genre

• Action: Modern
  
• Fantasy: Medieval/Historical > Modern
  
• Sci-Fi: Space Opera > Dystopian > Post-Apocalypse > Modern
  

Anime & Manga

• A.I.C.O.
  
• Akame ga Kill!
  
• Asobi Asobase
  
• B: The Beginning
  
• Children of the Whales
  
• Daily Lives of High School Boys
  
• Darling in the Franxx
  
• Deadman Wonderland
  
• Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba
  
• Devilman Crybaby
  
• Eureka 7
  
• Fate/Apocrypha
  
• Fate/Stay Night
  
• FLCL
  
• Hi Score Girl
  
• Kill la Kill
  
• One Punch Man
  
• The Disastrous Life of Saiki K
  
• Violet Evergarden
  

Games

• Drakengard
  
• Final Fantasy X, XIII, XV
  
• Nier: Automata
  
• Nier: Replicant/Gestalt
  
• Resident Evil
  
• Steins;Gate
  
• The Legend of Zelda:
  
  
  
  • Ocarina of Time
    
  • Twilight Princess
    
  • Wind Waker
    
• Warhammer Fantasy
  
• Yakuza
  

Random Themes & Ideas

• Action
  
• Adventurers
  
• Aliens
  
• Androids
  
• Angels
  
• Bounty Hunters
  
• Comedy
  
• (Demi)Gods
  
• Demons
  
• Drama
  
• Dungeon Crawling
  
• Genderbending
  
• Isekai
  
• Mages
  
• Magical Boys/Girls
  
• Mecha
  
• MMO/VR
  
• Monster Boys/Girls
  
• Monsters
  
• Psychics
  
• Romance
  
• Summoning
  
• Synthetic Humans
  
• War
  
• Warriors
  
• Zaniness
  

Ons & Offs

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These are some of my turn ons, turn offs, and things that I might be interested in depending on the context. This isn’t a completely comprehensive list, and I’ll be updating it as needed.

Yes

• Sexual tension/buildup
  
• Monster girls/boys
  
• Vaginal
  
• Anal
  
• Cunnilingus (Giving)
  
• Analingus (Giving)
  
• Blowjobs (Giving)
  
• Crossdressing
  
• Femboys
  
• Size difference
  
• Foreplay
  
• Big butts
  

Maybe

• Dub-con
  
• Furry/scaly/anthropomorphic*
  
• Sentient monsters
  
• BDSM
  

No

• Fetishized gore, mutilation or extreme torture
  
• Ryona, sexualized violence
  
• Non-con
  
• Fisting
  
• Scat
  
• Inflation, expansion, other fetishized extreme body modifications or transformations
  

* Please be aware that I don’t really have any experience with furry characters and my interest is mostly based off of fantasy or science fiction races of an anthropomorphic nature. Basically, go easy on me if you want to involve this element, ya? Try not to lay it on me too heavy or I’ll probably get intimidated.

Plot Ideas

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Note: If you're interested in a plot but would prefer to swap roles, please let me know. Most of these are just my preferences rather than definite. If I don't specify MC or YC's role in a plot, I have no preference.

The Last Defender ❤
(High Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Anthropomorphic, Adventure, Action, Monsters)

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YC finds themselves shipwrecked after having been taken captive aboard a prison ship. Fleeing from their pursuers into the strange new territory they have found themselves in, it seems they have gone out of the frying pan and into the fire. This land is swathed in jungle and inhabited by all sorts of dangerous creatures—not only that, but YC must always be watchful for their captors, who hunt them relentlessly.

When it seems there is no hope of escape in this hazardous place and cornered by a massive predator, YC is saved at the last moment by the appearance of a monstrous, reptilian warrior who emerges from the forest to drive away the creature. The mysterious hero (MC) hesitantly reveals that he is one of the last remaining members of an ancient race of humanoid reptilians who once ruled over the entire continent, but had been driven to virtual extinction by an ancient enemy whom they had sacrificed everything to defeat.

The roleplay will follow the adventures of our characters as YC learns more about MC’s past while coming into increasing conflict with those pursuing them. YC is probably someone of importance—perhaps kidnapped royalty, an individual with latent abilities or ancient blood—who the primary antagonists will stop at nothing to take prisoner again. MC will become their unlikely protector against these villains as well other hostile actors. There is also a looming threat in the ancient evil that MC believed to be destroyed, but may have somehow returned—and their return might be linked to the presence of YC in this new land.

Despair: The Black Door
(Modern-Victorian, Demons, Horror)

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Character A inherits an old estate in the countryside from their grandfather. As they're currently living in a crummy apartment, they decide to move in until they sell the place. However, after moving in, they realize they've inherited much more than a manor. Deep in the mysterious mansion, their grandfather imprisoned a demon which he had bound using a magical contract, giving him the ability to control the demon. After his death, the Character A’s grandfather passed on the contract to them, so now they own Character B.

This demon is quite powerful and has the ability to grant many, if not every, wish. However, the contract has a price... Character A must keep the demon "fed."

Demon Slayers
(High Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Modern, Action, Demons, Monsters)

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In a land overrun by bloodthirsty demons who prey upon the weak, YC gets in over their head and almost falls prey to one such monster. But at the last moment, MC, a wandering demon slayer, rescues them. Whether they are a rookie demon slayer themselves, or perhaps just someone trying to survive in this dangerous land, YCends up following MC for protection, for training, or for some other reason.

This plot leans more heavily towards action and violence, so consider yourself warned that I'll expect it to include a reasonable amount of descriptive fighting between the slayer(s) and demons. The setting could be akin to feudal Japan, or a medieval fantasy setting, or maybe something a little more unique like a post-apocalyptic setting or hostile alien planet setting. I’ll also consider a modern setting.

The Stolen Prince
(MxM, High Fantasy, Romance, Drama, Action)

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For many years two kingdoms have been in conflict, standing on the verge of war and causing misery for their people. It was a joyous occasion indeed when a treaty was agreed upon in the form of an arranged marriage between the prince and princess of the opposing royal families. So long as they are wed the peace can be kept, at least temporarily. But while the prince (YC) is staying as a guest in the castle of his betrothed, he also meets someone else—perhaps the princess's brother or bodyguard (MC). Before he knows it the prince has fallen for the charming man and ends up in a forbidden relationship with him. Now he must keep his love a secret while pretending to remain faithful to the princess.

There are some different ways we could twist and spin this plot. If you bring an interesting idea I might also consider a version with a princess falling for a prince's brother. Or we could have some darker themes involved like blackmail, but I'd rather not get too dark with it. As always, let me know your own ideas!

The Voidwalkers: Perilously Sexy Space Adventures
(Sci-Fi, Space Opera, Action, Aliens, Androids)

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The Voidwalkers are a misfit crew that pilot a mysterious, experimental ship through the darkest expanses of space in search of adventure, profit and booty. Be it smuggling, salvaging on derelict ships, or exploring alien planets, the common cause unites them is their lust for loot. Leading them is their eccentric captain, an individual of great skill but also a lot of baggage. But that's okay, anyone in this profession is at least a little strange.

This plot is going to be fairly free-form in nature, much like an "adventure of the week" kind of story. Ideally we'll have a cast of characters to make up the ship's crew; if you're not comfortable with playing multiple characters that's cool too and I can handle the rest of the cast. What kind of character you want to bring is up to you. I'm hoping for at least some diversity of character design, from androids to sexy aliens. Of course this is up for discussion depending on what your interests are.

More to come!

Samples

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Children of the Earth
(High Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Mecha, Male Perspective)

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“Get up… get up, get up!”

“Deschamps, answer me! Tell me you’re still out there!”

No matter how he shouted, no matter how the fear tore through his shaking voice, it wouldn’t make a difference. Roy Deschamps was gone. Only silence answered the frantic communications he sent out into the void. Joe was alone now in this sinking wreck of a titan frame. The last one. Somehow he was the last one.

“How…?” Joe ‘Wrecker’ Wilson fell back into his pilot seat. All the strength was quickly being sapped from his body by the shear strain of keeping the frame alive. “How the hell could we lose?”

“Warning.” An apathetic, synthetic voice echoed in the cockpit as warning lights flooded it with an eerie red glow. “Core link threshold exceeded. Sever link immediately. Warning. Core link threshold exceeded. Sever link immediately. Warning—”

“Shut up!” Joe smashed his fist down on the controls. ”What good will that do me now, huh?”

The 360-degree view screen flicked back to life all around him. Once again he was forced to stare into the eyes of his doom. It was not only his. The doom of the human race loomed over him. A massive form, at least ten times the size of his Duo Class frame, towered into the air, almost completely obscuring the skyline of the ruined city of New York.

“Warning—”

“Alright!” As he sank his hands back into the piloting shackles, the titan frame creaked into motion. His mind was gripped by desperation. “Alright… if it’s the last thing I do… I’m taking you down with me!”

With a scream of fury Joe forced the frame to leap forward. The energy draw that struck him was enough to immediately cause his head to spin and his vision to darken around the edges. Even as he yelled he could feel the blood bursting from his mouth as his insides were ripped apart by the force of the core link’s searing fingers reaching inside him.

“I’ll crush you!” His voice echoed in a gargled yell from the titan mech’s exterior speaker. The warhammer grasped in both bloodstained hands swung down into the body of the beast. “You monster—!”

A great hand swept towards him, and all was darkness.

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Eden’s body trembled as his eyelids opened. The dread he felt from his nightmare was still fresh and seething. Sweat created a faint sheen upon his fair, lithe frame, glistening in the sunlight that found its way through the branches above. Though he had seen it before, and even though he knew nothing of those people who he saw and felt within it, the dream haunted him all the same.

“Humanity…” He ran the back of his hand across his forehead with a shudder. “Humans?”

“It’s a warning from beyond this realm.” A voice from his past reminded him, a memory of someone who had once watched over him. “A message. We must never forget the doom that befell humankind, those who walked the Earth long before our people tended the land. Never forget, young Eden.”

Master… Now that the dreams are making more sense to me, I wish you were still here so I could tell you all about them. Because I’m afraid of them. I don’t even want to dream anymore.

“Hey.” A pair of sandaled feet came rustling through undergrowth to approach him. “Eden. This is where you’ve been since dawn?”

Now standing over him was a man of the same age, arms crossed over his brawny chest. He was tall, dark of complexion and had a somewhat scary expression perpetually on his chiseled visage. Eden knew him too well to let that worry him, though. They had been friends since they were children. His rather large, pointed ears jutted somewhat comically out beyond his cropped black hair.

“Daydreaming again?” Merit asked with a quirk of his brow. “At a time like this?”

“Mmh…” Eden sat up, scratching lightly at his tousled, light brown hair, revealing one of his own pointed ears. “I thought I’d get more rest out here. It’s tough to sleep when everyone back at the gathering is on edge, you know?”

“How could you even sleep right now?” His friend scratched his head in wonderment at his astounding dedication to laziness. “The Attunement ceremony is in just a few hours. We’ll finally have our Affinity revealed and be assigned to our own Golems. Even you must want to finally know what it’s like to Attune.”

Lowering his eyes, Eden’s shoulders rolled in a shrug.

“Mmh.” The noncommittal sound caused another shake of Merit’s head. “I guess so. Aren’t you just a little bit scared of them, though? The Golems?”

“Of course. We’re all a little scared.” A hand was held out to Eden in an offering of aid and encouragement. “But this is what we were born for. We’ll all do our best. And I know you’ll be fine.”

Hesitantly, Eden grasped his hand and rose to his feet. His friend towered over him as always, but today the physical strength of the body didn’t matter. It was what was within that would give them the power to change their world. He couldn’t let the terror from his nightmares become his reality.

“Thanks.” He smiled awkwardly. “I’ll try not to let everybody down.”

“We’re in this together. We might even end up with the same golem. If we do, I’ll protect you.” Merit’s serious tone actually caused Eden’s cheeks to burn slightly with embarrassment. “Come on. Let’s get ready for the ceremony.”

Eden nodded, and they walked together toward the heart of their home, the Gaean Vale, a forest city of the aelfen race. One of the civilizations that rose from the ashes. The ashes of the ancient civilization of humankind who once walked the Earth.

The Distracted Bodyguard
(Modern Fantasy, Male Perspective)

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It was days like these that made living worthwhile, and almost let Kazuki forget that his profession involved killing people for a living. Walking side-by-side down the lively city street with his master felt deceptively peaceful. Like a piece of someone else’s world he could only glimpse during these moments of calm.

There was something truly special about the air of excitement and the smells of tempting food while passersby were all around, smiling. The summer festival was a reprieve for many who spent their days toiling thanklessly under the rule of the powerful, and the usual tension that haunted most everyone was swept away with the atmosphere. Not to say that no one was tense.

After all, that grinning old man at the food stall could have a bottle of poison hidden up his sleeve. The laughing couple strolling past on their left could be carrying concealed throwing knives in their kimonos. Even that child seemingly immersed in a fish-scooping game could have a packet of gunpowder hidden in her bag. As far-fetched as that might sound, Kazuki’s life was dedicated to protecting Luna from any possible threat. When everyone else was relaxing and having fun he alone needed to remain as vigilant as ever. There were few festival-goers who could be seen carrying a sword at their hip as he did.

Not that many people would think of trying anything, even if they didn’t know the power and influence his master held. After all, Kazuki was a man who towered over most of the throng and what could be seen of his form beneath his reserved, navy blue kimono and ash gray hakama was powerfully built with finely sculpted muscles. He had the dangerous grace of an experienced fighter in his movement, and his pale blue eyes caught every hint of movement surrounding them. His jet black hair was drawn back into a small topknot reminiscent of a samurai, accenting a ruggedly handsome visage that was lightly tanned by the sun.

Then the sound of the kitsune’s voice pulled him away from his expressionless searching, and he found himself being pressed to a stop.

“A prize?” Kazuki asked blankly, looking puzzled until he was able to snap out of his rigid state of mind. He felt a small pang of guilt; more than just guarding Luna, he was also supposed to be accompanying him. “Hm…”

Was this the first time tonight he had let himself really look at Luna, or rather gaze at him? His lord’s bewitching beauty was dangerous though. Those mischievously glimmering eyes that captured his stare and silently invited him. His supple body that haunted him with desire to caress and feel every soft curve. Beautiful white hair that was silky to the touch and always exuded a pleasing scent. Playful foxen features that would send goosebumps up his body when merely brushed against. And none of it was helped by the provocative attire he dressed in, inviting anyone to look.

“Of course.” Kazuki’s deep, strong voice carried easily even in the din of the festival. Maybe he was just trying to drown out his own thoughts. “I would win any prize for you, my lord.”

Despite all of that he felt he had to resist the warmth of Luna’s body against his, and he made himself draw back just a little. There was a struggle still going on inside him as he was torn between staying respectful toward his master, and revealing how much he wanted to be with Lulu as a lover. Rather than move away he wanted to feel Lulu’s body pressed firm against him, to embrace and kiss all the way down his—

“Perhaps this one?” He resisted those dangerous thoughts and turned to gesture at a ring-toss game nearby along the street. “Should I try it?”

The game, surprisingly, had some interesting prizes. An assortment of folding fans painted with varying landscapes. Fanciful masks to be worn around the festival. Charms of fortune and protection to hang in one’s home. It was no surprise, then, that the game looked impossibly difficult. Quite a few people were trying and failing to even come close to winning.

The Bird-Riding Knight Arrives
(High Fantasy, Male Perspective)

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“You there. Civilian.”

Matthew’s back straightened at the heavy sound of hooves pounding the dirt road that ran past his farmland, turning to look at the soldier who rode toward him at the head of a group flanking a wagon.

“We’re gathering able-bodied men for the militia,” the soldier said. “You’re being drafted to protect the kingdom from the foul beast that’s burning fields and terrorizing the countryside. Come with us.”

“Hear now.” Matthew stared at them incredulously. “I have a lot of work to do—”

“You’d best just come peacefully.” Another soldier warned him as he dragged a young boy out of the farmhouse. “We’d rather not have to force you.”

“No…!” The farmer started to run toward his son with his hoe clutched in hand. “Let me boy go—”

With a grunt he was knocked to the ground by a heavily booted kick thrown by the soldier trotting past on his horse.

“Hail, friends,” called a new voice into the fray. “What’s all the fuss about?”

“Who—” The mounted soldier turned about to look back. “What in the…!?”

Riding up to the farm came a man unusual both in dress and steed. What drew stares first was the creature upon which he rode. It was a great bird, larger than any bird the soldier had ever seen before, with vibrant pink plumes that exploded out behind it in a glorious display. The man upon it was dressed oddly with a sash of some kind flowing over his shining, engraved breastplate. He was not so heavily armored as a knight, but was clearly armed. Resting upon his back was a spear and large round shield gilded with a pair of feathered wings.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I couldn’t help but notice the commotion going on.” The sandy-haired man smiled jovially around at the scene. “Could I be of some assistance to you, noble protectors of the realm?”

The mounted soldier scowled at him, glaring suspiciously at his avian steed and his odd attire.

“No, we need nothing from you,” he said. “From where do you hail? Your clothes, and that monstrous creature, I’ve never seen anything like it. Are you some stranger from another land? What’s your business here?”

“Monstrous creature? Oh, you mean Dandi here?” The man laughed and gave the bird a gentle pat. “I suppose we are strangers to this land, but from what I’ve heard we’re just what you need. You’re having dragon problems, aren’t you? I’m here to rid you of them.”

“Huh? You? You don’t look like you’d last five minutes in a real battle.” The soldier scoffed and waved a hand. “Off with you. Once we’ve drafted a large militia force we’ll have no need for untrustworthy mercenaries such as you.”

“How would you know I’m untrustworthy until you’ve given trusting me a shot?” The stranger sighed and rubbed his chin. “Well, I don’t really see any reason to turn back just because you told me to. I came here to slay a dragon, and that’s what I’m going to do. So why don’t you let that man go back to his work and stop wasting his time? A militia isn’t going to accomplish anything, trust me.”

“Bugger off.” The soldier spit toward the ground near where the stranger stood. “It’s none of your business—OOMPH!”

His eyes bulged in their sockets as he was thrown from his saddle by the butt of the man’s spear and crashed noisily to the ground. The other soldiers yelled and grabbed the hilts of their swords, only to be bowled over by the screeching bird as he trampled them. In the aftermath the family of the farmstead huddled together with fearful looks.

“They’ll surely punish us for this.” The farmer’s wife lamented. “What do we do?”

“No need to worry. For a while I’m sure their only interest will be finding me.” The stranger gave them a reassuring smile. “Oh, if anyone asks, my name is Andal Milos. They’re free to hunt me all they want. By the time they catch me the dragon will be vanquished and there will be no more need to trouble you folk.”

The farmer nodded solemnly. All they could do was trust that the man was right. He had left a group of soldiers out cold on the ground in a mere minute. Maybe he wasn’t just boasting about what he could accomplish.

“Sir… before you go.” The farmer’s son piped up with a curious stare. “Where are you from, sir?”

“South.” That was all Andal said before waving at them and giving his bird a light touch with his heels to ride off. “Farewell!”

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The arrival of a stranger riding a huge avian was enough to draw no small number of stares as Andal came in through the gate of the castle town. People in the street whispered and pointed at his companion when they passed.

“They act as though they’ve never seen a man riding a bird before,” he said to his friend with an amused smile. “It’s a good thing we made it here before those soldiers, or—”

Andal’s words were interrupted by his companion letting out an alarming screech and flitting back from the road ahead. He let out a yelp and grabbed on as the avian let out wary squeaking in the direction of a woman cowled by a dark cloak.

“Dandi, come on now! Acting like a giant chicken…” The man looked at the woman in befuddlement. “Since when were you so jumpy around people?”

He cleared his throat and addressed the hooded woman while trying to calm the bird down.

“Sorry about that,” he smiled and rubbed the side of his neck awkwardly. “My friend here can be a little silly sometimes, but he doesn’t mean any harm. I hope that didn’t startle you too much.”

It certainly startled the other people who had been gawking at him. They had all scurried to get away from the seemingly aggressive Dandi.

You’re My Favorite Customers!
(Modern Sci-Fi, Comedic, Zany, Male Perspective)

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They’re still out there, somewhere… maybe...

Tsuzou let out a quiet sigh, idly sweeping the same area of the floor for what felt like the hundredth time that day. The small convenience store had been quiet today. There was little for him to do except clean, but without any foot traffic to carry filth in from the outside, it was more of a formality as he lightly brushed his broom against the linoleum tiles. More than that, it was a way to keep himself from dozing off at the register. Such was the degree of his boredom.

Maybe I could get some studying done.

It wasn’t the most exciting proposition; still, he knew there was no use procrastinating. Slow times like this didn’t come around every day. Not to mention that the manager wasn’t around right now to balk at him if he started ‘slacking off’ again.

“Oi.” Something tickled the back of his neck. “Store boy.”

“Eugh!” Tsuzou yelped with a recoiling jump, tripping over his broom and almost crashing face-first into the glass door of the freezer ahead of him. He wheeled about as his heart thundered in his chest. “Who!?”

Standing just behind him was a … somewhat amazing looking woman. She was tall, with long legs and a rockin body, and her hair was long and fiery red. Her attire, too, was something else: resting upon her head was a cowboy hat, with matching aviators hiding her eyes. Down lower the woman wore a tiny pair of hip-hugging jean short shorts and a black t-shirt with the interesting phrase, “Shouting at my chrome guitar, I died just yesterday, HOLY SHIT!” and the faded image of an antique Ford Mustang tearing out of a grave printed in white. Of course she wore what looked like biker boots to top it all off.

“U-Uh…” It took a moment for Tsuzou to tear his eyes off her wild appearance. “Can I help you?”

Awkward…!

The woman grinned at him and jerked a thumb towards the register at the front of the store. In her other hand was a small shopping basket loaded with various items.

“Check me out,” she said in a tone that was a little flirty, yet at the same time mocking. “Stud.”

“....” Tsuzou felt his face heating up. Was she hitting on him? No, she had to be joking. His voice came out in an awkward mumble. “Yeah, sorry, I’ll ring you up.”

Setting the broom aside, he accompanied her to the front of the store. It took a great deal of effort not to keep sneaking curious glances at her. This town wasn’t very large, as towns went, so it was unusual to see someone dressed so garishly just walking around in public. She definitely wasn’t a local. Most likely she was just passing through, but to him it often seemed like this town was like a dead end. Where was she going, he wondered.

Ah… this is...

While scanning each item he took from her shopping basket, in his hand Tsuzou found a box of condoms. He had been zoning out so much he hadn’t realized it until he’d already taken them out and scanned them. Shifting nervously and trying not to meet the woman’s gaze the young man hastily went to bag the offending item. Naturally, his awkward haste would cause him to drop them on the floor with a yelp.

“S-Sorry!” He stammered, fumbling as he recovered the box and tossed it into the bag.

“Ehh…” The woman’s grin widened, her weight leaning forward against the counter to rest her generous bosom on the surface. “You a naughty boy?”

All he could do in response was shake his head frantically. Sure, it was a little suspicious of him to act so embarrassed over what was really a mundane item. Sure, acting like this made him seem a little too interested. If he could’ve just casually bagged them like any other item this would be no big deal. But it was too late for that. Now she was going to think he was some kind of pervert--

“No need to be shy~” she said, her words flying like a kick to the head that blasted away Tsuzou’s train of thought. “Huhuhu…”

There was no chance for Tsuzou to react—this whole, bizarre situation was blind-siding him—before he felt her hands reach over the counter to grab him by the collar of his shirt. This woman was stronger than she looked, and even as he tried to grab the countertop in a last ditch effort to anker himself she pulled him off his feet. Somehow he found himself being drawn onto the counter (knocking down everything that had been stacked there with a ruckus) and pressed upon, the woman climbing up to straddle his hips.

“Wait a sec—” He tried to speak in protest only for the red-head to trap his words with a hand over his mouth. “Nh!”

“Shhh…” She whispered, slamming her other hand down next to his head as she leaned closer. “No more words… I’ll take good care of you, baby~”

What’s going on here!? This is real, isn’t it? Or…!?

“OOIIIIIII!” A new voice boomed into the convenience store as the glass doors were thrown open. “YOUUUU!”

Tsuzou’s frantic eyes twitched to the side, barely able to see a new agent of chaos join the fray. A tall man dressed loudly in a bright red sport suit, a leopard-print shirt, golden chains hanging from his neck and shiny white shoes on his feet stormed into the building. Not only did there seem to be garish jewelry adorning each of his digits, but several gold teeth were revealed as he bared his fangs aggressively. That wasn’t even accounting for his amazing hair style, a huge blonde pompadour. His appearance brought a sinking feeling to Tsuzou’s stomach. These two had to be partners in crime, or something. This couldn’t be a coincidence that two insanely styled characters would just happen to walk in one after another.

Is this a robbery? Am I going to be held hostage or something!?

“You, who do you think you are!?” The man yelled, marching grandly up to the counter and pointing right into Tsuzou’s frightened face. “What the hell are you doing with my girl, HUH!? You think you can just steal her from right under my nose!?”

“NHH!” Tsuzou tried to shout in denial, but the woman’s palm was still firmly planted on his lips. “Nhh nhh!”

“Why don’t you say somethin’!? You some kinda mime or something!? EH!?” The red-faced man was growing ever redder, his eyes furious as veins stood out on his forehead. “There’s only one thing I hate more than a mime, and that’s a mime that thinks he can canoodle with my honey and get away with it!”

“Bored now,” the woman interjected, releasing her grip on Tsuzou and sliding down off him to the floor. “You ruined it.”

With a loud yawn she walked lazily in the direction of the door, her expression one of long-suffering. The angry pompadour chased after her and caught her wrist.

“WAIT!” His teeth clenched, his expression one of despair and rage. “You’re… my… GIIIIRRLLL!”

“Nah,” she said in a bratty tone, casually shoving a finger up her right nostril to scratch an itch. “Gross.”

“Whyyy!?” The man howled, tears streaming down his face as he raised his fists. “Where did our love go!?”

“I dunno.” The woman removed her finger from her nose and rubbed it on the front of his suit coat. “Gross.”

“First you throw my honest love in the trash…” He trembled with rage as she wiped her snot on his clothes. “...then you treat me like a tissue. That’s it… I’m gonna go out with him now! He’s my new honey, a better honey than you were!”

Tsuzou, who had climbed down from the counter and was slowly trying to sneak away from the dramatic scene, found himself once again being grabbed and dragged into it by a supernatural strength. The suited man pulled him close, clutching at him like they were lovers.

“W-What are you doing!?” He was manic at this point, feeling like he had been drawn into another dimension by the idiot pair. This level of absurdity was all too much for him to comprehend. “Get off! I’m going to call—mmrrgh!”

With his chin held firmly in place by the man’s powerful grip, he was helpless to escape the smooch being forced against his lips. All at once the world seemed to go dark, his head spinning. Then it hit him like a bolt of lightning. A surge of pure energy that assaulted all of his senses and made his whole body go numb and limp.

“Gross.” He heard the woman repeat her comment once again from somewhere off in the distance, but his mind was too broken by the force crashing down on him to really process anything else.

If this doesn’t stop… I’m really going to... I’m going to...

The world turned into a screen of pure light and energy. His consciousness was rising to a new plane of awareness and it was like he could see and feel all the life of the universe. It wasn’t enlightenment, but it was awareness of something much greater than himself. But rather than feeling afraid, he felt… comforted. He wasn’t cowering before this great presence because he was a part of it. It was all connected. They were all connected by this unseen layer of existence that sank into his very core.

Going to…!

His eyes rolled up in his skull as his whole body experienced intense tremors, a weird sound emitting from his throat before finally he went lax and crumpled to the floor. A small amount of drool was escaping from the corner of his mouth as he lost consciousness.

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Deez stood over the crumpled body of the unfortunate store employee who had gotten caught up in their game. She nudged his face with her shoe a little, sliding down her sunglasses to peer down at him with a bored expression.

“Eh…” She prodded him again. Nope, out like a light. “You broke him.”

Meanwhile, the man known as Chin strode to the door with a smirk on his face. He stopped only to look back at her from the corner of his eye while smiling in a cool manner, giving a thumbs up. The sunlight silhouetted his form in a dramatic scene.

“My honey is stronger than he looks,” Chin said. “Some day he’ll save the world. You can bet on it.”

“Gross.” Deez cast one last glance at Tsuzou before following after Chin. “Let’s party.”

“I want to dance.” Chin laughed grandly. “Let’s party.”

The two anomalies disappeared from the store.

Slayers / Distant Singing / Unusual Guests
(Sci-Fi, Female Perspective)

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It wasn’t until Claudia had disappeared from sight that Emi abandoned her hiding place among the trees to turn and venture deeper into the woods. Despite whatever was said, she knew that would be the last time they would speak to one another. The slayer would tell those people about her presence, and they would interfere again. They would warn Claudia about her. The next time they met there would be no warmth when her name was spoken.

Will I have to fight her? Fight again?

There was no answer. The cool air of nightfall approaching stirred her matted hair like a whisper that she couldn’t quite hear. It brushed over her body in a way that made her acutely aware of the unpleasant sensation of sticky blood drying on her skin. Wherever or whatever she would have to do next, before that Emi wanted to be rid of this noxious filth.

Having already scouted the area around the town it was only a brief trek before she found the large creek that she knew was nearby. Without any fear of being spotted the pale woman stripped away her tattered clothes as she descended the embankment, sinking unflinchingly into the cold water. Rubbing the water against her bare body, Emi paused. A sound in the distance caught her ear. Her head turned, eyes piercing the line of trees across the creek and into the distance to search for something far from that place.

Already… I can hear more of them.

Holding her breath, she allowed herself to sink deeper, submerging her head while squeezing her hands over her ears protectively. The sound was still there, but muffled, so she would remain that way as long as she could. Her body pleaded for air. Darkness was starting to close around her vision. Yet this was all more bearable than hearing that sound right now. All she had to do was stay here in a watery abyss.

“Emi, huh?”

All at once Emi burst from the water’s surface, gasping for air and trembling slightly. She looked around but saw no one. Yet the voice had rang true in her mind. A voice that drowned out the distant singing. It left her stunned, but her mind was clear. Without hesitation the woman climbed out of the creek, picking up her sodden clothes and dressing. Then, with a calm expression, she went back in the direction of the town.

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“Don’t worry about it,” the mayor said with a small wave of his hand. “This is the least we can do.”

The building the man was leading her toward looked as if it had once been a traditional Japanese inn, but unsurprisingly the years had not been kind to it. Its exterior walls had been largely rebuilt using scavenged materials; it was akin to looking at a patchwork body forced to hold together despite having passed from the world long ago. Yet it was a roof overhead and protection against the elements. In a remote town like Aikawa, one couldn’t hope for much more in current times.

When her gait faltered, the mayor didn’t notice, or at least he chose not to remark on it if he did. Instead of questioning he stopped by the front door of the inn to open it for her while giving her a patient smile.

“Miss?” He gestured. It looked like the man wasn’t planning on taking no for an answer at this point. After all, the weariness in Claudia’s step was growing more visible as the weight of the day grew heavier with the setting sun. “After you.”

Waiting for them inside stood an elderly woman dressed in a surprisingly tidy kimono, her white hair done up in a bun; it was like a reminder that there were still those who remembered and clung to the days before the world had been laid to utter ruin. She bowed her head politely to the slayer before leading her to one of the rooms. The floor creaked in complaint under their feet, and a slight draft had found its way in through some weakness in the shelter, but it was a surprisingly cozy place all things considered. The room that was revealed as the old woman slid open a sliding door was a bit musty inside, yet it was warm and furnished with a comfortable-looking futon and a tea table.

“Please make yourself at home,” the mayor said, stopping at the doorway to her room with a bow of his head. “Your meal will be brought in shortly. If there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask. Miss Satoda will be just down the hall.”

The old woman nodded in acknowledgement, and with that the two turned to leave. However, before they could take more than two steps, both of them stopped with synchronized sounds of surprise. There was an awkward silence, then the mayor’s voice rang out.

“Hold on, where are you—”

A moment later, Emi appeared in the doorway. She froze in place at the sight of Claudia. Behind her appeared the flustered mayor and the alarmed innkeeper. That was how they remained, stopped awkwardly in the hallway while Emi ignored them. Stranger still, the white-haired beauty’s body was flushed and damp, her clothes sodden and her dripping hair stuck to her face. The state of her attire left little to the imagination with how the fabric clung to her body to accent the shape of her breasts, hips, and butt. Apparently the cold was affecting the perkiness of her nipples as well, as they were plainly visible through her shirt.

Fortunately, the sword Emi had been carrying was nowhere to be seen.

“Er…” The mayor interrupted the silence, glancing at the woman before looking away hastily to instead address Claudia. “Do you know this woman, slayer? Eh, hold on a moment.”

Emi began to step into the room, only to pause when the mayor put a hand on her shoulder. But with a casual shrug the slayer shook off his grip before sauntering into the room with only a cool backward glance at the baffled townsfolk. Sinking down, she sat in the far corner with her knees folded beneath her and her hands resting in her lap. From there the woman looked determined to ignore them, eyes slipping closed with an air of meditation. The mayor ran a hand over his head anxiously, watching her while shooting questioning looks at Claudia. The innkeeper was busy frowning at the wet footprints that Emi had tracked across the floor.

A Half Orc’s (Not So) Pleasant Dream
(Erotic, High Fantasy, Intersex, Female Perspective)

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“Dura,” a soft, muffled voice reached her ears through the door of the room she was renting. “It’s Lizette. May I enter?”

Heart skipping a beat, Dura’s eyes fluttered open and she bolted upright on her bed. Was she dreaming just now? Surely she had to be—Lizette Posich, daughter of Lord Posich, couldn’t possibly be here visiting her in this humble inn. It had to be a dream, or the whisper of the wind outside.

“Dura…?” The gentle voice came again. “Are you awake?”

“Lady Posich!” Dura’s heart jumped into her throat, and she practically threw herself out of bed to start grabbing at her clothes from where they had been carelessly tossed on the floor. “Just a minute, I just need to get—”

But despite her frantic rambling, the door latch clicked and allowed it to creak open enough to admit her visitor. That was strange, had she really not locked the door? Well, it was too late to worry about that now. Right in the middle of pulling up her breeches she froze under the gaze of the lady herself. The words of her hasty explanation were still caught in her throat.

“My lady… I…”

“I have a confession, Dura,” Lizette said, looking up at her as she approached with flushed cheeks. It was only then that the half-orc realized that Lady Posich was, in fact, completely naked. “Ever since you returned after defeating that man-eating serpent, I haven’t been able to sleep, I haven’t been able to think about anything else other than you. About the feeling of your powerful arms holding me… the feeling of your glorious blade…”

Before Dura even knew what was happening, the lady’s slender armies were wrapping about her. Mouth falling open slightly, the warrior dropped her trousers in surprise and was left standing there with all her body laid bare.

Is this really happening right now!? Is it!?

“Lady Posich—urk…” A grimace crossed Dura’s face for a moment. That was strange… Lizette’s arms were surprisingly strong as they snaked around her midsection.

“It’s alright… just give in…” The lady’s smile widened, looking deeply into her eyes. “I want you, Dura. I want all of you.”

“Lady… grrk…” There was something wrong. It felt like her ribs were creaking from the pressure of the woman’s embrace. “Let… go… you’re…!”

“Soon you’ll be…” Lizette’s pupils, staring so hungrily at her, gradually narrowed into reptilian slits. “...all mine.”

Dura’s eyes snapped open as she woke with a snarl, looking down at the coiling, scaled body that was slowly crushing her in its embrace. The monstrous serpent that loomed down over where she lay sleeping by the campfire let out a rumbling hiss and looked into her eyes like the lady in her dream. She let out a curse and strained to grab the hefty battle axe that always lay nearby where she slept.

Gods! What does it say about me that I almost enjoyed that nightmarish death?

Fingers wrapping about the haft of the axe, the half-orc let out a roar as she swung it around to chop at the muscular tail that had her in its grasp. After a few vicious chops it let go of her with a hissing shriek and retreated long enough for her to force herself unsteadily to her feet, gasping for breath. Any warrior with a weaker constitution would have succumbed to death’s embrace just then, but her orc blood had at least some advantages. Yet to make things all the more awkward the tent in her pants raised by her lustful dream was still standing as she readied for combat.

Wonderful. I might be the first warrior to ever fight a giant snake with a fully raised mast.

Having that humiliating thought to comfort her in what might be her final moments, Dura leapt into combat with the serpent and let out a battle cry that echoed fearsomely through the night-cloaked hills.

More to come!

[Berry Sicksy]

Rise once more, my creation, rise and live again! (Please excuse the rough formatting, the hour is late and it's still a work in progress.)