Fucked Up Fantasy Scenes (f seeks m)

[Fantasy Red]

About Me

I've been role-playing on and off for over a decade. I have an insanely filthy mind and I enjoy sharing that. I like scenes that have build up, tension and character exploration. I generally write 3+ paragraphs (often more), with replies in a day or so. I'd like similar from a partner, with understanding that life often intrudes.

I'm open to pitches for scenes at the moment if you honestly think I'd like them.

I only play in the forums. It's just easiest. Please message with any interest or questions.

Ons 'n' Offs

Ons

• Broken Boundaries/Consent
• Clothing/Lingerie
• Oral (giving)
• Playing Younger (16+)
• Public Scenes/Exposure
• Taboo Encounters (incest, age gaps, power imbalance)
• Water Sports (receiving)

Offs

• Apocalypses
• Breeding
• Face Claims
• Footplay (some is fine, lots isn't)
• Furries
• Moms/Your Mom/Older Women
• Pregnancy (tho am open to lactation)
• Scat
• Vore
• Zombie Apocalypses

Fantasy Scenes

Blood Lines
The first (and only) born daughter of the House of Howert was a disappointment from the moment they looked between her legs. Only a Lord could rule the Howert lands, and only a Lord with a strong son was safe from treachery and invasion.

Ananaria's hard birth had left the good Lady Tianaria barren, and a Lord who left his Lady was a Lord no longer. In this instance, Lord Steell also loved Tia very much. But he needed an heir. One with the purest blood possible. Lady Tia had been his second cousin and his third cousin before she'd become his Lady. Such close relations were all too common in ruling families.

Bereft of other options, Lord Steell of the House of Howert turns to his daughter. Firstly, she is to be married off to a local minor Lord, Froudrick Sessle, who has a large plot of land and a larger gut. He also has 30 years on teenage Ananaria. After the vows, Froudrick will join her at the castle and have his meals doctored to leave him capable in the bedroom, but incapable of fertilising any soil where his seed spills.
Lord Steel will instead insist on nightly visits with his daughter and once she's with child, the family will announce two pregnancies at once, with plans to announce a tragedy for Ana's child whilst Tia enjoys her new baby.

The only problem is, Ana doesn't want a baby by anyone and whilst she learns to  occasionally enjoy her father's visits, she still takes the special tea her maid brings her each morning.

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So you'd play Lord Steell and the clammy husband, I'd play Ana and possibly her maid. The opening scene would be right before her marriage ceremony when she's reluctant to take her father's first advances. We could throw in an actual love for Ana too. A man or a woman. Ana's relationships with her parents will alter and evolve, as will her opinions on her father's visits.

Once established, we could stretch out and perhaps find other people to play, with connecting storylines.




Char's Hunt TAKEN
Hi, my name's Charuthrah, but everyone just calls me Char. I'm a witch. Well, not yet, but I will be soon if I work hard and learn from Madam Brimloch.

She likes to set me tasks, and this month, I have to collect hard-to-find ingredients! There's a lot of items on my list, but Madam B gave me a whole bunch of helpful spells to move around the countryside and others to aid me with some of the trickier items!

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MC, Char, will have to gain items from various races, from Ogre to centaur to pixie, etc. If the items aren't sexual themselves, then she's going to be having to perform all kinds of tasks to get what she needs!

Char is positive and cheerful under almost every circumstance. She exclaims a lot! You'd play the other characters in any way you like. Rough, creepy, honest, hot. Who would you be first? A tiny pixie eager to explore or a troll who needs to vent?

YC sets what they want from Char. I'd happily help if needed, but you'd be free to go where you want. Make some of the creatures female or non binary if you like. Variation is crucial.

Item possibilies I've thought of so far include pixie dust. A centaur's shoe. A troll's semen. Elfish gold. Dwarfish steel. Then I've thought maybe have a Merman, goblin, ogre, tree / water spirit, maybe mythical beasts. A human wizard, maybe. I think it would work best if you played all the characters, but you could be a companion at times, perhaps.




Diplomat
Proud and scathing, Harleetha of the forest clan travels with her retinue on a diplomatic mission to (men/dwarves/your choice). Her mission is crucial. She needs to save the trees that make up her homeland. Nothing else would cause an elf to depart the woods that no-one has left in centuries. The trees are dying. There are only a handful of years left before the disease will reach the capital city of the Great Woods. From there, it will spread to all corners of the elvish kingdom. The memories elves still recall events that have long since passed out of the (human, etc) minds. The great forest wars and tree felling happened almost a millenia ago as (man etc) sought to expand their lands, but to her race, the scars still burn.

Well into her hundreds, Leetha is experienced in courtly life and political wiles. She might look like a young woman to a human or dwarf, but they can be such dumb creatures. They've forgotten so much. Now, they avoid the great forests out of habit and superstition. Elves, to many, are mythical creatures that feature in fireside stories of terror. They are worse than ogres or trolls.

The handsome prince she negotiates with knows he has the upper hand, given her desperation. Whether he has the cure for her problems is debatable. The power balance swings wildly and the closed debating chamber sees all manner of things as Leetha seeks aid to save her home, her kin, and her family.

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With this I'm thinking a very switch scene where neither quite gets the upper hand and the smut level is high, with the Prince being a dirty bastard from the start, maybe he's being blown in front of his servants and aides as she introduces herself. Watching a show where a dwarf woman is fucked by a mythical beast etc etc.

There will be xenophobic elements in the story as the races clash. Lots of made up insults between them.

Leetha will never be fully compliant and even under stress is still high handed and bitingly sarcastic. A little force or an unusual request doesn't phase her. She can be pretty tough herself.

I'd like a partner who can play a quick witted, somewhat sadistic, pervert who knows he's untouchable, but someone who also understands that balances can swing wildly. She'll make him offers he'll beg to receive. Embarress him infront of his royal parents. Lead him on and leave him hanging. He'll extract every ounce of revenge and pleasure he can get.

We can include all kinds of fantastical things within this. Potions prolonging orgasms and other sexual benefits. Magical sex toys, weird creatures that effect mind or body. Fantastical beasts. You name it!




Faithless
A man who trusts his wife is no man at all, but a fool before the gods!

Jenik Boadmun, the stableman, had heard this many times before he married his goodwife Kytel. Always, he had dismissed it until one day, after delivering a horse across town, he decided to surprise her with an unexpected visit. He found that she was not home. That was unusual, and it got quieter at dinner that night when she declared that she had been home all day, sat out the front sewing and shelling beans.

Jenik fell victim to suspicion and visited the spellmaster. From him, he obtained a shape changing spell with plans to test his wife. Each casting lasts only a short time.

Kytel, who had spent her morning arranging the payment on a newly born foal for Jenik's birthday, is instantly wise to his suspicions, follows him to the spellmaster and decides to have a little fun, instantly falling to her knees for whoever (or whatever) Jenik appears as.

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Not totally dissimilar to another scene here. You play Jenik who's sometimes in despair and sometimes carried away by his various bodies fucking his wife and how wild she gets for them. I play Kytel and have fun with all those males.




Ogre Slut
Barmaid Jen Jendau really, really wants to fuck an Ogre. It's ever since she saw one in the woods taking a leak. She's a size queen and she knows it. She's already taken the biggest men she can find, the impressive width of the dwarves, and even a centaur. She recruits her friend Bess Leigh to help her break out of the city one night in search of some big fat Ogre cock.  Nothing can stop her from her new goal in life.

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This is a pure smut quick scene. Big, tall and strong, the ogre can treat Jen like a ragdoll, has very, very base urges and a huge prick under his loin cloth. He's basic but not gross. Think clean, but very sweaty. Beth can be included or written out totally.




Whipping Girl
As the new classmate of the royal princess, although well fed and looked after, the girl exists only to be punished when the princess is wilful. The idea is that she will see the girl's pain and curb her ways. The worse she gets, the more the girl gets hurt and the punishments are not the friendly play of a lover, but true strikes intended to hurt and scar. The only problem is, the princess doesn't care. Worse still, she might like it. Especially when the tutor likes it too.

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A fairly smutty torture-based scene. Punishments can be pretty much anything we dream up. Pure pain, deprivation, bondage, whatever! You play the tutor and I play the Princess and the girl.




Horse Play
MC meets a male centaur. Hi-jinx ensue. The intro I've written speaks of a deeper story, so it could play out further and start involving others. I've no real conception of whether the centaur would be smart or more bestial, but affection grows between them.

Horseplay Opener

  The morning of her naming day the girl dressed in the white robe her grandmother had left out for her. She fetched water from the well near the treeline and after performing her usual morning ablutions tended to those tasks that were required on her special day.

  Brushing and plaiting her hair was a more laborious task when doing it alone the girl realized long before the first long braid was even close to being completed. Her mother or grandmother usually helped or sometimes one of the other girls in the village. The girl likewise often helped them in return.

  Slowly weaving the braid together took time. Especially if it was to be perfect. Today demanded perfection. The girl considered this as her small hands slowly worked their way past her neck. Perfection in word, in look and in manner. The three tenets of their worship. Look your best, do your best and be your best. Perfection was the goal always.

  Today she would be perfect inside and out. If not, then she would be cast out and left to wander the forests and plains forever more as a nameless abomination. If she succeeded, she would be given her new name and shw would progress from the child of the tribe to a woman of the hearth. Then, at last, she would be given the freedom of the woods and shown the secrets of the flesh.

  Truth be told, the girl had a fairly good idea of the latter already. The basic mechanics of it all were on show in the East fields on most days. The goats and pigs were hardly shy in their desires, and she had been sent there with messages often enough to work most of the secret out.

  Although perhaps human males were different from their bestial counterparts, the girl considered, tying off one braid and beginning on the second. It was very hard to tell. By tradition and good practice, the younger menfolk were mostly kept separate from the women of the tribe. Together, the boys and men slept in the longshelter with the women living in smaller huts scattered around the larger wooden building.

  Hunting, fishing, farming and guarding were tasks for the men, whilst the women stayed in the village and woods for the most part. They practiced gathering then preparing food and medicines, making clothes and some weaponry and making and raising the young and looking after the infirm.

  The girl finished up her hair and silently headed out alone for her next task, nodding politely to the folk who were already building the large fire in the pit. To either side others were setting out the break-fasting food and filling the jugs with water for all.

  Father Hamble nodded to her as she passed him, busy in his tasks. She nodded shyly back at him and made the Sign of the Morning, crossing her fingers before pulling them apart, silently wishing him a good day in this new dawn. He touched her shoulder briefly and leaned in.

  'I know your silence has started, girl. When you've your new name, you come see me, yes? The full moon in 8 days, yes?' He smiled at her with only his mouth as his eyes tracked down her body and then released her from his light touch. The girl only nodded and headed past the guard on the Western Fence.

  Two miles through the late spring foliage of the Westwood there was a warming pool, one of three close by. This particular pool sat close to a briskly flowing stream, one deep enough to dive into should the bather get too warm. The ground surrounding them was lush and fertile, and walking through it helped the girl forget about the Father's grasping gaze.

  The girl reached the pool and shed her smock dress onto the stone path before pinning her dark auburn braids up atop her head. It wouldn't do to get those wet, after all. Keeping to tradition, the rest of her body was hairless for her naming day.  Her pale body entered the warm lake slowly until it reached her neck. Her breasts were lifted by the water as the girl leaned back and kept herself afloat with small strokes.

  All day she must be away from the village. At nightfall, the elders would begin The Search and then naked, she would be brought home and introduced to her tribe. Introduced to her friends and family. Then, she would be celebrated and named. Then, 16 years after her birth, she would get her name and her life would begin. But for the rest of the day, she was nothing and had nowhere to be, no tasks to do.

  The girl smiled and closed her big brown eyes. The morning sun was so nice on her face, the water so comforting.

When she awoke some time later, it was to the sound of a hoof on the stone path.

The Quest
Going through a looking glass, down a rabbit hole or through a wardrobe are the easy ways to reach another realm. What if the means of access was more ... challenging? I play a girl who, after either forced or degrading sex finds herself transported to a magical realm full of pixies, elves and centaurs. There she finds her true purpose, a quest to help the citizens of that land. However each visit can only last a few hours and to return she needs a similar experience. The more outrageous or shameful the sex, the longer she gets to stay there. Even once she's in that land, perhaps the folk there aren't as cute as stories would have us believe.

The Quest Opener

  The pain drove into her in jagged waves, each one ripping over and through her, consigning her to nothing more than empty pieces of woman. In and out of her. Sawing across nerve endings in their hundreds, their thousands or millions, each one firing off signal after signal. Each one urgently relating to her the same hysterical message. Each one ever more desperately screaming the same thing. You are being damaged. Make this stop.

  You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged. You are being damaged.

  Make this stop.

  Make this stop.

  Please. Please, make this stop.

  You are being damaged.

  6 Hours Earlier

  Mariah Erin Latterly laid the table for dinner, the same as she had done almost every night ever since she had been old enough to be trusted with the knives and forks. Four places, because Henry was at his Jake's place tonight - again. The third time this week. Her father had laughed it off, saying that one less mouth to feed was fine by him and Kane was happy there was more elbow room and ice-cream to share around. Mother hadn't said much of anything, but Mariah felt a little sad that for the first time in her life, they didn't all eat together all the time.

  Some families, she knew, spent every meal time either bickering, in silence or, worst of all, stuck in front of the TV. But her family wasn't like that. Every day at 7 they would all sit down together and take turns discussing their days. It was half an hour or so of respite from the rest of their lives that they all appreciated.

  Mother always had small stories from the school in which she taught, one of nameless children saying or doing things that ranged from the adorable to  the quite horrendous.

  Henry would tell of gossip from his friends or complain of the unfairness of his own teachers, whilst her younger brother, Kane was more preoccupied by his latest video game or building project from the depths of garage. They were both amusing enough, but her father's stories were the best.

  Her father would spin ridiculous tales of increasingly crazy customers to visit the repair shop. The stories would start truthfully enough, but would turn into tales of kidnap and extortion or film stars and drug deals gone wrong. Sometimes, he would sit and recount how a man with a giraffe had come in to have a family saloon modified into a convertible for his new pet. Her father's favourite tho, the story he brought out more than all of the others, was the leprechauns whom, he claimed, would offer him bags of gold to go with him to rescue their king. Over the years, these stories had become ever more elaborate with a now vast collection of characters and events that had occurred to this fantasy realm.

  "They came back this morning," he would announce, stony faced over a bowl of pasta. "The griffins escaped again and ate a herd of gazelle. They wanted me to go and rig up some kind of alarm system for them. But I had my hands full with that Ford that Guy Shojim brought in last week. Returned later on. 350 head of gazelle and 5 keepers all dead because I had to fix the wiring on a window mechanism... still, I got it working right before I headed home."

  Mariah enjoyed her father's nonsense, it was a nice relief after being shut in her room studying after school finished each day. Sometimes, after dinner, she went over to Angie's to study. Angie, who lived 5 streets away - 3 if you took the short cut through the grounds of the old hospital, was a great study buddy because she didn't care about gossip or wasting time online watching funny clips or sharing make up tips. Angie just got on with it.

  When Mariah arrived at Angie's after dinner, true to form, her friend had called her straight upstairs, and they had begun testing each other for the upcoming bio exam. They had both done reasonably well before moving onto the old exam papers for chem, at which Mariah had not done so well. She knew she had time to get on top of it, plus Angie was a great tutor. She knew this stuff backwards.

  Just before 1,  they'd said goodnight  and Mariah had headed home, her head still full of chemical notations as she turned into the car park of the old hospital without a second thought.

  2 minutes later she had been flat on her front with her panties around her ankles, her pretty red skirt torn off and her new black blouse pulled open so hard all the buttons flew off in random directions. Her bra pushed down. A pair of rough fingers parted her and made her ready for the inevitable. Although a virgin, Mariah had heard enough chatter to know what to expect next. But still, she was surprised by the thickness of what forced itself inside of her.

  Easily thicker than 4 bunched fingers, the hard cock hurt far more than the girl ever thought possible. She lay there silently as he raped her. The voice in her head, her voice, began it's monotonous chant. You are being damaged. Make this stop. You are being damaged. Please, make this stop. Over and over, a liturgy against the humiliation and pain as she was torn open by this savage monster of a man.

  She went somewhere else ...

[Fantasy Red]

I really shouldn't, but I can't resist going....

Bump!