Scribe's Retreat

Ideas and Archives.

These threads died out, but I'm up for reviving them!


Alice in Hentailand (REALLY INTERESTED. FxF)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=15807

Twins (REALLY INTERESTED. FxF)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=15631

Alice and Aliester (interested. MxF)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=27283

Catgirls and Tentacles and Rape, Oh My! (interested. SF parody, tentacles)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=28714

Evening Alone Together (interested. FxF)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17808

Lemon Futa (interested. F x Futa)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=16678

Maid for the Night / Rescued (interested. F x Futa)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17707
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17708

Massage (interested. MMF)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17700

Onee-chan (interested. incest yandere)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=16103

Personals (interested. F x Futa)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=28713

Pocket (interested. SF N/C)
Based on: http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/222/d/d/test_pilot_by_elpinoy.jpg
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=20981

Succubus (interested, demons)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=28919

Subway (interested. student x teacher)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=15629

Unicorns and Demons and Hentai, Oh My! (interested. incest, etc.)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=27569

Awashed (sorta interested)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=15984

Werewolf (finished. N/C)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=15977

Ane Ane Mix

Yummy smutty doujinshi, in which the submissive male character is coereced to have sex from women of all kinds. If you're like to play the main character, we can change the main character to a female and I can play the various females. Otherwise, I'll play the main character, and you will play the females.

"You could almost pity the little guy--if he wasn't so damned lucky! Handsome gentle Naoyuki has been left in the care of his Aunt Nanase, who has some pretty exotic ideas of how he should be raised. (And she hates being called "Aunt.") But her treatment of Naoyuki is a notorious open secret, and many girls want to free their beloved Naoyuki from her dominance--for themselves! His oh-so-innocent student body president with a hair-trigger temper. His romantic yet determined childhood friend. Even his soft-spoken sensei will do anything to help him do better in school! Add in the school girls volleyball team, the school pro-wrestling club and an all-out showdown between his "girlfriends" and you better pray this boy gets a "20" on his Stamina roll..."

http://www.doujintoshokan.com/series/Ane-Ane-Mix

Bible Black: New Testament

"What do you make of this, detective Imari?"

The young woman looked at the crime scene. The man had been burned to a crisp, yet the woman was barely injured. Both were students at this high school, yet both were completely naked.

As a psychic detective, Imari had special talents that were invaluable to the Japanese police department. But this case made her very afraid. A serial murderer had been killing couples at this high school. The latest was a faculty member and a high school girl. The men were all burnt to a crisp, and the women untouched, except for their genitals.

Yet this was not what she feared. Imari had graduated from this high school. Years had passed since Walpurgis Night, the horrible dark ritual that corrupted faculty and students alike. She was part of the Witchcraft Club, led by the school nurse, Kitami Reika, a terrible woman possessed by forces unknown. Imari had blocked out what happened on Walpurgis Night, and did not care to know what happened to Kitami Reika. Yet she could not shake the feeling that Reika was still here -- at every gruesome murder site, a blonde ghostly woman was seen. Could it have been Reika? And what were the references to the Lance of Longinus? What was this mysterious artifact? Did it have any meaning.

Imari knelt next to the girls' body. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, forcing all other thoughts out of her mind. She touched the dead girl's forehead and watched the last few moments of her life.

Anyone interested in this? I'm looking for a female writer to join me on this one. Send a PM and ideas where to go with this opening -- I originally wrote it a year ago.

Update: Will write it with K.

The Callgirl

Angela nibbled the end of her pen.

She looked up at the application form she held just below her eyes. Melissa sat across the desk from her. Blonde curly hair... tall curvy body... 36DD definitely. Yes, Melissa looked good, but there was much else necessary to be a call girl, especially here. Angela looked down again and noticed, in her experience section, the word, "Teachers". Hmm, Angela thought to herself, looking at the transcript Melissa enclosed. Angela smiled to herself. "Yes, you did do very well in school," she said to Melissa. "So tell me your reason for working here."

As Melissa replied, Angela nodded. "Yes, nothing wrong with needing to pay the rent to work here. Many of the girls working here are working their way through college. But I am concerned about your experience. We have a few... unusual clients, and they're rather demanding." Angela paused, nibbling the pen again in her mouth.

She smiled. "Well, I'm the good cop here, and I'll be sending you to the bad cop. My associate Jacqueline will... test you. We have a need for a submissive woman and you indicated you were up for that sort of thing." Angela pressed the intercom button on her telephone. "Jacqueline, the interviewee will be arriving shortly. Please welcome her." Angela stood up.

"Walk this way." Angela opened the office door, and walked down a series of nondescript hallways and the occasional stairwell. "We're inside the club proper, where we occasionally entertain our guests." Angela knocked on a plain-looking door. "Please enter. Jacqueline will question you."

From something I wrote a year ago. Not into dom as much anymore, so I'm open to modifications. PM me with your ideas!

Something from an old PM

Rave giggled back. He enjoyed both her sense of humor -- and her fingersnails up and down his inner thighs.

"Mmm..." he said, nibbling on her neck. "Grandma has a big and wonderful present, and he's gonna eat you up!" Rave playfully growled into her, as his nibbles became persistent licks and teasing, his own hands unwrapping the gift underneath him. He first pulled up her tshirt, pinning her arms underneath. "Why, Red, what fine tits you have," he smiled. He licked the top of her exposed cleavage, gently running his fingers across the tops of her breast. He then unsnapped the top button of her jeans, and pulled down the zipper. "Why Red, what a smooth shave you have," he smiled.

He unzipped his own jeans, allowing his cock free. It pressed against the slim fabric of his boxers, as he lowered it against her exposed bikini bottom. He began to rub himself against her. "Now guess what's big and it certainly isn't teeth," Rave smiled.

Anyone women want to continue this with me? I'm sure we'll have a good time...

This space reserved for post with Succbus Lilith

Some notes a for post with Succbus Lilith

Senoy = Monk
Sansenoy = Tired Human
Semangelof = Demon

I assumed separately? I'm trying to think of how "across time and space" the three scenes can interact, but have no idea. But stories write themselves -- mebbe the monk writes a warning message but the tired human missed it, but the demon doesn't?

I'll research the three angels tomorrow or so. Could you start the thread? Something like Lilith has finally tracked down Senoy (monk) and is entering his chambers -- through the window, of course!

RE: This space reserved for post with Succbus Lilith

Oni and Unicorns and Hentai, Oh my!

Plot notes. I do find plotting over IM to be particularly helpful. Not necessarily sane, but helpful!

(12:52:33 PM) random_comment: Eh, it's anime -- we can have her shinto priest father be a perv who dresses up his daughter in egl. He finds out about unicorn horns being an aphrodesiac, and wants them. His research tells him that a "fair maiden" must seduce a unicorn. But his wife won't let him spend any more money on costumes because he's blown the budget on egl cosplay.
(12:52:34 PM) random_comment: Done!
(12:55:19 PM) Dusk Dawn: That works!
(12:57:36 PM) random_comment: Hahaha -- I'd like to add a cynical brother who talks back to Dad. He keeps telling him how absurd this all is (because it is!). Dad keeps refering to brother as, "Oh, my untrustworthy daughter! Do you not have faith in your father's plans?"
(12:58:30 PM) random_comment: To which he replies, "I'm not your daughter! You just dress me up in these effeminate costumes!"
(1:01:06 PM) random_comment: We'll just use him as a sounding board to set up the scene. I don't think he'll be boinking Haily. 'Cuz I didn't see incest as one of your kinks, lol.
(1:03:08 PM) Dusk Dawn: It should be on there
(1:03:09 PM) Dusk Dawn: lol
(1:03:31 PM) Dusk Dawn: yep, it is
(1:03:34 PM) random_comment: Oh! There it is. Man, my eyesight's totally shot.
(1:05:29 PM) Dusk Dawn: lol
(1:05:36 PM) Dusk Dawn: So does that give you more ideas?
(1:05:57 PM) random_comment: Yeah! Or instead of bro, he could be the father or Haily's demon pet familiar! Y'know the ones who talk back to their masters. We could have a scene in which Haily refuses to seduce the unicorns unless she has some demon c*ck. The demon pet in demon form is especially attractive to Haily because he's "doubly equipped".
(1:06:46 PM) Dusk Dawn: Doubly equipped as in two cocks? <3
(1:06:53 PM) random_comment: Ho yeah.
(1:06:59 PM) Dusk Dawn: KINKY
(1:07:02 PM) random_comment: hahah
(1:07:05 PM) Dusk Dawn: How big?
(1:07:22 PM) random_comment: Well, I read the "Lage Dicks" part, so... large? lol
(1:07:27 PM) Dusk Dawn: lol
(1:07:34 PM) Dusk Dawn: I wanna play now D:
(1:07:37 PM) random_comment: hahaha
(1:08:01 PM) random_comment: Well, I usually write late at night because I got to do stuff during the day. Sorry about that!
(1:08:04 PM) random_comment: What else...
(1:08:10 PM) Dusk Dawn: It's ok
(1:10:07 PM) random_comment: We can make him a demon brother -- in a previous adventure, brother's body got "swapped" with a demon, so Father can force him to "swap". The demon has double equpiment *and* tentacles!
(1:10:24 PM) Dusk Dawn: Kinky stuff
(1:11:33 PM) random_comment: lol -- I think bro doesn't like this because when he gets "swapped", he ends up in hell, where they force him to do MORE egl cosplay. (That's just background material.)
(1:12:21 PM) random_comment: "The succubi originally wanted to **** me, but when they saw the outfit you sent me to hell in, they started to want to sew!"
(1:12:33 PM) random_comment: Father: "That is the power of COSPLAY!!!"
(1:12:38 PM) random_comment: Son: "Shut up!"
(1:12:54 PM) Dusk Dawn: LOL

Scribe's Retreat

Alice and Aliester

Co-writer's been offline for awhile, so PM me if you're interested!
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=27283

Aliester woke up. The sun was above, gently smiling upon our somnambulent couple, the shining rays caressing their just sleeping bodies underneath. The short grass lay underneath them, tickling Aliester's ear as if to wake him up. And Aliester was underneath, as well. He gently snored under the prone body of his lovely sister, lying face-down atop his gentle body. He felt a warm, pillow-like softness upon his cheeks, a heavenly cloudy firmness, slowly stiffening as he moved his face back and forth, rocking gently. He opened his mouth, to taste the cleanliness of freshly laundered fabric, pressed against by the innocent yet wonderous bosom of Alice on top of him. He could not help but move his lips, almost suckling at the softness pressed into him, almost distinguishing the firming nipple entering his mouth. Still half-awake, he began to relax and move his jaw, suckling at the wonderful breast, lightly providing a voice of contentment. However, a slightly less light voice was to appear!

"Oh, no! I shall be late! I shall be late!" exclaimed the most unusually dressed woman. Though perhaps the notion of riding a red skateboard on a forest path would be more absurd. She wore a red one-piece shoulderless tuxedo-styled Playboy bunny suit, that showed off her lovely long stockinged legs. And she was quite audible with her "Oh, noes", as she was listening to an iPod while she was riding her red skateboard. And, of course, she was wearing bunny ears and her costume had a bunny tail.

But where would we be without an encounter? A red skateboard on a forest path was indeed absurd, as, at the most inopportune moment, the young woman, who we shall name Bunny-san, hit a most inopportune rock, and flew off the skateboard indeed. She flew off the skateboard to, where else, but the general direction of our hapless couple. "Oh, no!" Bunny-san repeated once again, her luscious body prone and reclining, and her chest firm and mysteriously aroused, and Bunny-san herself optionally unconscious if convenient. And, from her purse, she spilled carrots! But these carrots... they weren't quite carrots! Carrots certainly weren't blunt at the end, where they? And surely, these batteries that fell with the carrots... they wouldn't fit an iPod at all! It was indeed a most mysterious sight.

The carrots bounced, and so did she. Her nearly unwieldy breasts nearly spilled out of her Playboy bunny suit. She fell to the grass, convenietly between the spread legs of Alice and Aliester. One of the carrots just happened to bounce, bounce right between the legs of Alice! It found its way into her skirt, attaching itself right to her most tenderness of privacy! Such a bad carrot it was, and it showed its displeasure -- or pleasure, as you would have it, by wriggling and stroking tremendously.

"Oh, where is my carrot? Where is my carrot?" the well-bosomed rabbit cried? Aliester then felt a presence, a delighted presence, as the fingertips of another well-graced his thigh. He could feel the manicured fingernails and fingertips gently ascending his loins, to approach his zippered need, slowly responding to both touch Alice and rabbit. "Oh, *theres'* my carrot!" the bunny exclaimed taking out his member and delightfully stroking it. "I wonder how it tastes!"


Bunny-San scan from Miyuki-chan in Wonderland:
http://enchantedworks.tripod.com/night/bunny.jpg

Unicorns and Loli and Hentai, Oh My!

Co-writer hasn't posted, so this one's open. PM first!
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=27569

"GRARRRR!!! HRARRRRR!!! URRRGGHHH!!!"
"What? Are you constipated again, Dad?"
"NO! My insolent daughter!"
"I'm you're son!"
"Then why do you persist in wearing women's clothing?"
"Because they're fucking hand-me downs! And I'm older than she is!"
"Insolent daughter!"
"SON!"
"Insolent daughter, do you see what's in my hand?"
"A white dried out piece of poop?"
"NO! Wait. YES! Waitaminute...."
"And why the hell am I wearing this gothic lolita shit when I'm the OLDER brother?"
"YES! Here it is! Behold!"
"Looks like a sharpened white dong."
"NO! Wait. NO! Insolent daugther! It is a rare aphrodesiac more mighty than the rhinosaurus horn! The tiger's whisker! Love Potion Number Nine!"
"Actually the part of the tiger that's the aphrodesiac is..."
"QUIET, insolent daughter!"
"SON!"
"The unicorn's horn is the most powerful aphrodesiac known to man!"
"You still haven't explained why you were making those weird constipated noises!"
"I seek more of the horn! You must dress in your most maidenly outfit and seduce a unicorn!"
"We live in a fucking Japanese shrine! Where the hell are we going to get a unicorn?"
"You must have faith!"
"We're fucking Shinto! We don't need faith!"
"You must have faith that you can seduce a unicorn with your feminine wiles!"
"I'm your SON!!!"

The old man paused.

"Indeed you are. I now must continue my chants of summoning, to release the demon sealed inside of you. The demon whom I must bring forth to satiate the insane lusts of your younger sister! Who has a really hot body! I now chant again, GRARRRR!!! HRARRRRR!!! URRRGGHHH!!! COME FORTH GREAT DEMON TO SATIATE YOUR DESIRES UPON MY ONLY DAUGHTER!!! BRING FORTH YOUR LUSTS UPON HER LICENTIOUS SOUL!!!"

Suddenly, the younger man convulsed. He screamed as his chest opened, releasing an unholy light of spewing vapor. His body burned, turning his chest into a rabid flame, ungulfing him with burning fire. His arms wetly melted, transforming into hideous slithering appendages. Another scream, as his body stretched, transformed, horns erupting from his skull, a tail from his body, and... two cocks. They twitched, unmercifully, as they sought young flesh to fuck and devour. Another gutteral eruption left his body, as he turned towards the house, to find his sister.

"Hmm..." said the old man, picking up some burnt fabric. "Maybe I should have made him strip first!"

Snow White
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=27560&pid=785678#pid785678

The forest seemed to grow darker with every step. The light became choked, the dampness of the clearning became fog itself. It was as if the glade was enchanted, though in a dark and sinister way. The man behind her was the huntsman. His job was to kill, though game meat and humans made no difference to him. He beheld her in the forest, a nervous rabbit looking over its shoulder. He loved the hunt, releasing his captives, only to find them and execute them on the spot. However, he had other desires as well. Sometimes, if the captive was attractive enough, he would merely rape them. It was fate worse than death, and often they would plead for either their lives or for him to end them. Both ended very poorly. He was pleasantly surprised at how easily it was to find and creep up to the young girl. His hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder, painfully.

"Now, missy," he said, forcing her onto her knees, "We can do this easily or with difficulty. You're a rather attractive young lady, and I think we can come to terms. I haven't had a good suck or a decent fuck in a very long time, and I think I might keep you alive." Holding a blade to her cheek he continued, "Pull down my pants and do a good job. Suck my cock like a good little girl."

Snow White
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=27560&pid=785678#pid785678

"Let you go? Oh, no. Never. I'm going to fuck you now, then take you back to my quarters and fuck you there. Forever. The queen sent you here for you to die. She won't care if I fuck you to death, either." His voice was a steely grin, his hot breath a steam in the cooling evening air. "You know what I'm going to do with you? First, I'm going to fuck your mouth. I'm going to stick my dirty hair cock in your lovely pristine mouth and fuck the hell out of it. Then, I'm gonna fuck your tits. I'm going to stick my log in your breasts and fuck you again. Then, I'm going to spread your legs and fuck your dainty little twat until I cum into you, spewing my hot thick come into your tight little twat. And you're a virgin. The queen doesn't even care enough who takes your delicate little flower!" Pressing her face against his hardened cock in his pants, he pulled down his pants releasing his hard stiff member. "Now suck on this! Suck on this or by hell I'll cleave you in half and fuck the body!"

Tete-a-Tete

It was Friday afternoon, and I wanted to fuck her. We worked in a white, sterile, corporate drone world, of cubicles and recyled air. The glass panes were miles away, only visible when we popped our heads up, prarie dogs. I wanted her pussy so bad, my cock straining in my casual relaxed office code Friday except when a client is visiting but never sees anyone beside the heads pants, wanting to feel her soft vaginal walls around my hard stiff cock.

We did this every Friday, every hot sweaty Friday as we anticipated fucking each other after work on a Friday afternoon. I looked at the clock, and it was now seven. Seven-o-fucking clock. It was time to put away the papers I never read, the forms I failed to fill. I wanted pussy and she had it for me.

I made my way up the stairway and saw her. Her fucking beautiful body covered by the dress code that would never end. Her beautiful conservative skirt ready to fall onto the ground, her buttoned top that hid all her features. I wanted to fuck her from behind, scooping up her beautiful breasts in the palms of my hands, while pounding her with my wonderful swollen meat.

"Ready?" I asked.

The White Snow
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=27560

He gave out a scream, thundering through the disheveled forest. He held his prick, covered in blood, bent beyond recognition. "CURSE THEE WOMAN!" he shouted, his lungs as shrill as he screams, "MAY THEE ENCOUNTER A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH" not that he was now unacquainted with that. The forest, however, was of little alternative. The hurried footsteps of the young woman echoed fruitlessly into the dampening clamminess of the forest mist. The fog had rolled in, yet settled, as if it were the lone cold denizen of a world long forgotten. For this was the Cursed Grove, a forest no one had returned. But, to the young woman stumbling through bramble and bush, she would know and see later. Her steamy breath echoed the fog still in the glade. Its warmth soon chilled, as if being sucked into the cloudy mist hanging over the wet ground. And the ground here was hardly firm, as her footing gradually sunk into the muck, perhaps herself to be sucked in and never reappear. And except for the windy brambles weaving around her, there was not a sound in sight. Except... and then she felt it. A branch had alighted upon her shoulder, suspiciously low from a hollow tree. It face of bark and log glared menacingly at her, its socketless eyes peering into her very soul. And then another. And another. They seemed to fall from the trees to descend upon her. Yet this must have been an illusion. But, as the mud was beginning to take her down, she had others things to attend.

Co-writer dropped out of this one, so I'm looking for another writer.
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17808

Angela called Isabella and Natalie her two cohorts in the Redhead Club. Well, okay, Isabella had brown hair, but henna would fix that sometime. Anyway, Angela wasn't too thrilled with life herself. William had called her to ask her if it was alright for him to start dating another woman. At first, Angela was a little upset. She then started realizing that her feelings were less of loss than rivalry. They had been friends, but that's all they were. They had many interests in common, but it seemed that her closest male friend did not arouse her. Wasn't she supposed to be so by him? She only wished... hmm, what *was* there to do that night?

She received Natalie's call. She could feel the hurt and pain through the phone. She felt more for Natalie's loss than her own, if a loss she indeed had. Angela being Angela, it wasn't too hard to find several ice creams in her freezer, and bottles of liquor on her shelves. She knocked on Natalie's door. She wasn't sure what to expect, and wasn't sure of what role she would play tonight. She knew sympathy lead to intimacy, and intimacy lead to other things. She pushed the idea out of her head as Natalie opened the door.

---

The Massage

Co-writer dropped out of this one, so I'm looking for another writer.
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17700

Four footsteps entered the room. Perhaps it was management's way of apologizing for the delay in service with an addtional masseuse? Beautiful sweet music followed, and the lights dimmed. Just out of eye's reach candles were lit, their small white flames silently flickering from virgin white staves. Upon the nearby table was placed a silver tray with glass bottles filled with what must have been oils. As a bottle was lifted, a vanilla scent just barely was discernable within the room.

The massage begun. Her hair was lifted, and gentle fingers soothed the warm oil into the base of her neck. Slow symmetrical circles made their down their way to her shoulders. The careful hands became four, as each pair slowly, thoughtfully, made their way down her shoulders, lightly massaging the oil into her soft skin. Only briefly leaving her skin, the fingertips returned again, anointed anew, as they gently rubbed between the shoulderblades. Firm knuckles kneaded the vertebrae of her spine, a slight pain alternating with the pleasure of tension released. Hands spread with palms then, still symetrically, rubbed the sides of her abdomen, the scented oil permeating her body. As the hands treated her body, the sheet was slowly pulled down, revealing her pale yet beautiful skin.

The hands slowly made their way up her body, to reach her arms. Again, they massaged deeply, removing subtle knots and pains, brought on to her from days and nights of repetitive study. Delicate fingertips massaged her fingers, increasing the bloodflow with insistent, yet diminuitive, circles upon her palms. These circles were reflected in her feet, pressing and massaging the points of revitality of her body. The hands travelled up her calves and thighs, slowly but persistently, slowly pushing up the sheet, until only her bottom was covered.

It had been over an hour since they entered and finally a voice spoke. It was soft and not unpleasant. "Miss, I'm not sure if you were told, but your masseuse is not able to make it today." The voice was of a male. "Myself and my companion are at liberty to provide you additional time, without cost, for the inconvenience." The gentleman held a towel. "You may turn onto your back and I will place this towel on your chest. Or you may lie face down and we will remove the sheet. Would you like us to continue?"

Catgirls and Tentacles and Rape, Oh My!
Thread's started up. PM if you'd like to join! Female writers only.

"Curses!" screamed The Very Evil Queen MILF S'mthingrthr. "Can't you dimwits shoot a simple space scout from the skies?"

"Well, our Very Expensive and Evil defense system was meant to defend against an armada of ships, not a lone scout ship. That ship is difficult to hit. It has the most sophisticated randomize defensive manuevering algorithm I've ever seen. It's as if... as if..."

"As if what, pea-brain?"

"As if someone was sliding around the cockpit cabin chasing a tin can in an attempt to do anything but steer the spaceship."

"Idiot." The Very Evil Queen MILF S'mthingrthr smacked the pod creature with her Very Evil Staff of DOOM. "Now call my henchmen!"

"HENCHMEN!!!" the pod creature yelled.

"I could have done that," she yelled, whacking him again.

Only a handful showed up, which actually was quite normal for a series like this for some reason. The Very Evil Queen MILF S'mthingrthr pointed to one of her Very Evil minions and asked, "Which one are you?"

"T'K'La'T'Hp'Vt'Tr'K, of the Cl'D'F'H'J'K clan of the Race of the L'H'J'Kl'Fr'K", it replied.

"Oh, right. Fred."

"And you?"

"Chuck."

"Got it. Fred, why can't you have a normal name?", she said, smacking Fred on the head with her staff of DOOM. "Go get the Very Evil and Expensive CGI Beast and greet our friends. Nyahaahahaa!"

"Nyahahaahha," chorused her minions.

"Shut up!"

*****

"Nyahahahaha", said The Very Evil Queen MILF S'mthingrthr. She was watching her Very Evil Henchmen and the Very Evil and Expensive CGI Beast on the monitor overhead. She saw them greet the Magical Space Pirate Ninja Catgirl Ranger Princess Maids. "Hmm. What are they saying? And why the **** can't we get a monitor that *isn't* above our heads?"

"Well, in our language, it's 'Hello, sisters. I mean you no harm. Let us sit down and discuss peacefully the dismal state of women's rights in this quadrant of the galaxy'," replied the pod person.

"Hmm. Do any of them have translating devices?"

"Well, if not, Fred's going to be in a bit of a surprise."

"Why? What did he say in their language?"

"Hmm. Well, I just typed in what Fred said into Google, and it translates, "HEY YOU SKANKY HO BITCHES, WE IS GOING TO RAPE JOO. NOW BEND OVER AND LET US **** YOUR BIG FAT ASSES.'"

The Very Evil Queen MILF S'mthingrthr paused a bit.

Then she threw her head back. "Nyahaahahaha!"

"Nyahahaahha," chorused her minions.

"Shut up!"

Battle Chess

The great mage stroked his whiskers and surveyed his land from his tower. Mighty fields of darkness and rolling hills of despair led everywhere the eye could see. Grumblings of orcs, dragons, and the occasional errant demon wandered within view, only to disappear beneath the blackness of the crags.

"What a pain in the arse!" he mumbled. "Orcs smelling up the place. Demons burning everything. Why the hell are Wizard's Towers so high? You can smell everything from here!" He turned to his books and grumbled. "And those damned adventurers! Killing this, killing that, searching for loot, trying to kill me, it's like I can't get a good night's sleep!" He slammed his fist on the table. "Ouch! And my body can't take it anymore! Between making sure everyone doesn't kill each other and making sure my hips work right, I'm not getting anything done!" He sat back in his chair, ignoring the pains of age. He dreamed of his quest to create the philosopher's stone, the alchemist's grail for... whatever the hell it did. "Hmph," he snorted.

He looked upon his chess pieces and mused. "I could just poison myself, but what would that achieve? Half the kingdom wants me dead so they can take my loot, the other half are the bad guys." He gave snort and picked up one of the pieces. He smiled. "I know. A trap. A lovely and wonderful trap. A trap to find someone worthy of taking over my kingdom, and a trap to take the souls of the rest." He glanced at a nearby manual: Uncommon Phylacteries for the Household Lich. "So my flesh can wither away, and my bones continue."

****

Many years passed.

Kicking the bones and dust on the floor, he muttered. "Well, that didn't work well." Many a wise man had heard of his trap, but only stupid adventurers dared face him. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He jumped around, cursing his soul-stolen youth. "Idiots all of them! And now their challenging me is taking up all my time!" He kicked a skull out the window. "Maybe I should stop being Lawful Evil and just be Neutral Evil. That way, I can just poison them!" Instead, he was obligated to the chess board device. The mage had long poured his soul into the infernal thing. When played, it would devour the soul of the player who lost the game of chess, and invigorate the spirit and body of the victor. Naturally, the loser's body would turn to dust and his bones would fall onto the floor. This left a huge mess. "Shouldn't have played against the housekeeper first," the mage muttered.

But it was time to face another opponent, for the chessboard dictated it. As the mage turned around, he raised a brow. His ennui had been sated merely looking at his opponent. "Well, hello," he said, unctuously. "Have a seat."

Kitsune
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He looked up at the cloudy sky, snow falling from the clouds above. It always marveled him to see these silent raindrops fall out of nowhere, the alight upon the ground without a sound. Several white petals fell on his face, only to disappear. He sighed, a white cloud of his own appearing before his face. He could not remember the beauty of his wife whom he lost long ago. He wanted to see her again, but could not face the cowardice of leaving this world alone.

But he had finally settled matters. He trained one of the young men of the village to take his place, picking herbs from the countryside, mixing them in the right proportions to heal the others. The village was quite unsettled at this. He was far too young to train another, won't he take another woman for his wife? But, no, this was not what he wanted. Eventually, the village accepted his decision. He was quite satisfied he was no longer needed. Indeed, it was one of his errant walks through the mountains that led to his wife's death. He had spent several days in the countryside selecting plants for his medicines when she fell. He cursed himself for not being there with her. What use was all his knowledge when he could not save the woman he fell in love with?

And she was beautiful. So beautiful. Yet he cried when he realized he could no longer see her face. He knew then it was time to join her, wherever she may be, for the rest of eternity, in dreamless sleep. He had heard rumors of a beautiful woman living in the mountain, and he decided to see her. She was not his wife, but he hoped her beauty would remind him of her. And, if not, it did not matter.

The snow crunched under his feet as he made his way up the mountain. Those were the only sounds to be heard.

Myumi and Myavi (Neko-girl x Futa)

Myavi stood in the bright forest glade, the violin tucked under her chin. She proceeded to play, Rosamunde wafting through the trees like the autumn afternoon air. Her fingers were graceful along the neck of the violin, as an unseen instrument in the distance joined her. Her soul and spirit flew along the musical notes through the trees, nurturing them with her soul and spirit. She closed her eyes to feel the song course through her body, energizing her with the beauty of its sound. Her eyes were closed, but she looked up, to see the warm sun outline the girl who was not a girl. Her pale pink-white skin glistened in the sun. Her greyish hair brightly lit the sky. As the music raised higher, Myavi put down the violin, to fall for the girl's beautiful eyes. She fell into them, as she touched the girl's chin and gave her a deep soulful kiss.

Meanwhile, Myavi held the kitten to her breast. The room was cold, the paint peeled, yellowing. There were no windows, only the occasional poster to give meaning to her soulless life. Myavi huddled in the rotting bed, the mattress held by rusted bedframe. The sheets were simple, but gave her solace, as she curled around the precious thing.

Meanwhile, Myavi held the kitten to her breast. She snuggled the dear thing, rubbing her cheek against her furry head. Myavi was warm, happy, among the curled sheets of her bed, with her newfound visitor and companion. As Myavi dreamily dazed, she gave little licks and nibbles to her dear little Myumi, the grey and white cat Myavi loved so dearly. Myavi's hands fondled and caressed Myumi's fine fur, stroking it tenderly in slumbering dream. Myavi's head slid to the creature's chest, as she nuzzled it in catlike purring.

Meanwhile, Jacqueline looked over the month's receipts. Thanks to the recession, income was getting low. And, thanks to the internet, competition was becoming greater. Jacqueline at least breathed a sigh of relief that she had Myavi. A shemale may not have generated more income from the mainstream audience, but it certainly gave her niche supporters. And Myavi's half-asian, half-European looks made her exotic enough to stand out from the ladyboys and Brazilians who were giving her fierce competition. Jacqueline was also grateful that Myavi didn't mind the webcams in her apartment (although whether or not she was *told* about them was a different matter). After all, it was Jacqueline's. Certainly being able to spy on a bona fide shemale wasn't something your average video could offer, and, ironically, Myavi's lack of overindulging sexual behavior gave her webcams more "sticky eyes" than Jacqueline had additionally thought. Jacqueline absentmindedly peered up from her papers to see that one of the webcams in Myavi's bedroom caught her with another woman. This was a little unusual in that Myavi infrequently brought women home, and surely Jacqueline, as the other resident in the apartment, would have noticed this sort of thing earlier. Jacqueline raised a brow. That... that wasn't a woman at all. Jacqueline was unsure what to do next.

But she hoped they'd fuck. After all, that was what brought in the profits.

http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae304/kittensrawr/Anime/NekoGirl.jpg

Myavi was freezing.

The dorms were closed, but Mother was on a week-long vacation on a Hawaiian cruise with her boyfriend. Myavi's mother and father divorced when she was young, with her mother taking custody of Myavi, and her father of Dani. Her memories of her father were not well, and when Myavi contacted her sister, she felt somewhat relieved that she would not be visiting her father, either. Why not stay with her for awhile and see what snow actually looks like. Why, not, indeed, thought Myavi, forgetting how the other coast defined cold. She pressed and pulled another lever on the driver's side, only to roll another window down. It was grey and cloudy and cold outside.

But she would be inside and seeing her sister. She had fond feelings for her sister, although her last memories were when they shared the bathtub together. Myavi could swear at the time that she was a girl, but Dani told her the differences between boys and girls and so Myavi was a boy. Myavi smiled that Mother took awhile to straighten things out and say that, indeed, Myavi was a girl -- after all, girls wore dresses, didn't they?

Finally finding her sister's apartment, Myavi found how to roll up the damn windows and looked upwards. The clouds were thick with grey, and snowflakes fell from the sky, as if appearing from nowhere. So calm. So tranquil. Until a nasty gust of wind sent down the corridor made Myavi think she'd grab her bags and get the hell out of the parking area.

Apartment 401... 401... She looked up at the apartment where her sister lived and realized she'd be walking up four flights of stairs. Rather amazing, considering how much they talked on the phone a few days ago about anything but lugging up suitcases of luggage to the top of an apartment. The hell with *that* and Myavi grabbed her weekend luggage.

*****

"I'm so sorrryyyy!!!" Myavi apologized. The shower was warm and she had now slipped into her pajamas. Or rather, the pajamas were in the suitcases in the car outside, and she wore a t-shirt and panties. "No, no, it's okay. We can share the bed." Myavi's stocking feet told her how cold the floor was, and there was no way she could let her sister sleep on that. Besides, the effect of the warm shower was fading, and she welcomed a warm body next to her through the night. She was tired, she was cold, and she was exhausted. She welcomed the peaceful slumber of a good night's sleep.

Except, of course, she was in a completely different time zone and unwelcomely, drowsily, awake.

Dark Alley Playtime
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Joe wanted her.

His cock would rise every time that sexy thing came out of the studio. He'd wait just to see what clothing she was wearing, and it was all sexy -- at least on her. His mates didn't exactly understand, but kept teasing him about it. "You gonna fuck that girl? How's your girlfriend doing? Still stalking, eh? Why don't you have the balls to do something about it?" Yeah, this day he'd do it. The others pushed him just a little too far, and he was a little too horny to ignore it. She was walking down the alley in her red jacket, black boots, and sexy goddamn ass. He want to fuck it, plunge his hard thick cock deep into her ass, pussy, and whatever damn hole he could find. His mates were standing nearby, just out of reach and in the shadows. But he could hear them, taunting him, teasing him to fuck.

So, fuck. He'd do it. He grabbed her arm, and, in cold white bursts of breath, asked, "Hey chickee. What's a nice girl like you doing in place like this?" A lame pickup line, but a threatening one. Joe looked at the young girl with hard piercing eyes. He was massively built, but his shaven head was stubble, and his face showed how long he was in the streets.

"Here chickee... here here chickee... chick chick..." The other's voices were emerging from the shadows, their faces still unseen in the darkness of the alley. How many of them were there? They lingered like spectral entities, hanging around this alley like some unseen ghosts. "Chick chick chick..." they clattered.

But another tug to the arm was the immediate threat. His other hand crawled down her jacket like an disgusting bug, fingers pressing against her as if it were naked flesh. "Whatcha doing here, huh? Wanna do some modelling for me?"

Battle Chess
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The mage licked his lips. "No, you go first," he smiled.

Though trapped in a young body -- or perhaps because of his young body -- the mage squinted his eyes as he drunk the lovely beauty of the sorceress-woman in front of him. He cackled, musingly, wondering what her soul would taste like, consumed by the board.

He looked down upon it, and raised a brow as the chess pieces transformed. On her side, an aura of femininity embraced her pieces. The pawns were of gilded hair, princesses to be wed off to other nations solidify alliances. The rook, a crystalline golem of female flesh. The bishop, a sultry none in a curvacious habit. The knight, a woman in full armor mounted on a horse. The king, whose features seemed oddly ambiguous. And the queen. The queen was an exact reflection of his opponent. Of course, the queen would appear as such, yet it made the mage think of what the rules were now. Capture the king, only to find out the queen was the piece to be taken? But he loved the challenge, and perhaps she would provide one indeed.

He looked down upon it, and raised a brow as the chess pieces transformed. On her side, an aura of femininity embraced her pieces. The pawns held swords, but were female swordsmen of the loveliest kind. The knights grew wings, becoming Valkyries on pegasi steeds. The bishops grew curved, as their vestments became tight and slitted, showing the more creamy of legs. The rook crumbled, the castles revealing beautiful angels with gilded wings. The king became the Goddess of Fortune. And the queen, the mighty queen, became an evil reflection of the lovely opponent sitting across him.

Another anomaly. His own pieces. He found it quite interesting that they, too, morphed into another shape. No longer were they the abstract pieces, just resembling the chessmen they represented. This time, things were different. The front line of pawns were burly, crude, orc with great muscles. The rook was a stony golem of great height. The knight was a dark armored man riding a wyvern. The bishop became a hideous demon.

As the sun retired for the evening, the two most power rulers of the kingdoms sat against each other, pondering and maneuvering their pieces on the board. Now when a piece fought another piece, the capturer would gore and destroy the captured piece in hideous splendor. Yet, he felt, something else differently would happen against this opponent.

Eternal minutes ticked by as the two studied the chessboard. Eventually, pieces moved, with her white maidens stepping a dance against his creatures of black. The first piece was taken.

"Pawn takes pawn," he smiled. He smiled less out of triumph than habit. And curiosity. He wondered what would happen next.

Pawn reference:
http://danbooru.donmai.us/post/show/496457/aqua_eyes-arm_grab-bent_over-blonde_hair-blush-bre

Kitsune
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The howls of the wolves mingled with that of the wind. He was unsure which was worse, to be torn apart by dogs, or to freeze slowly to death from the snow. He did not mind his fate, but had he truly sought it, he would have been dead long ago. He continued trudging up the mountain. Somehow, he found shelter. He saw a cave up ahead, and, as his legs were weary, entered it. He would build a fire here, rest, and ponder his face in the lonely cold mountains.

Entering the cave he saw it. Its white coat made it look like part of the snow, but the blood stains could not be ignored. He knelt down and saw it, a fox of whitest white. He tore part of his sleeve to make a makeshift bandage. Some sticks he brought for the fire would become part of a tourniquet. Medicinal herbs would aid healing the wound. After bandaging the fox, he built a fire. Was it to provide warmth for the fox, or just him? He pondered as the small fire sputtered to life. Shadows danced across the frozen walls. He smiled a bit. Perhaps his fate was to perish in his sleep as the fire died out. Then he would be a meal for the fox he had just found. He cradled it in his arms, gently stroking its fur. He lay down on his side and cried a bit as he thought of his wife. He knew he would meet her, but still could not remember her eyes, her face, or any other of her wonderous beauty.


More notes: In the end of the story, my character is shown, much younger and inexperienced, in a flashback boasting he will capture a kitsune. He's placed seals and such around the mountain and village. The other men of the village joke at him for not capturing one, but he's the doctor's son, so they put up with him. One day, they ask him yet again if he's captured a kitsune. He says, "Who cares? I met the most beautiful woman and have fallen in love with her!"

Other ending / Three scenes:
* Hot springs:
* Wedding night:
* Furry x Furry:

Intermission scenes: My character finds mice and other rodents in the cave. He carves a small well into stones to hold melting snow. However, he is slowly starving.

Ending: My main character and kitsune become foxes and run off into the night.

Succubus
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"Rise. RISE!!!"

The great demon spread his wings as he lifted his bloodied arm. The souls of women fallen were his to reap, and the most nubile and low of them would be his servants. The hardening magma rose to the surface, suggesting the naked form of a demoness with wings. But she was but a creation, infused with the soul of the recently dead. The path to become a succubus was long, fraught with peril, but rife with pleasure. The whims of greater demon could spell annihilation, or favors to become a full-fledged creature of hell. Her skin blistered with the heat of hell, yet was as smooth as the hottest of molten rock. Her body was a curvaceous delight, her legs long, and her breasts full. Horns grew out of her forehead, and longed incisors to match. Her hair was long, voluptuous, and pitch black.

He looked down upon her naked form, wings still unfolding from her back. He wondered if it was painful, her transformation from dead to unholy life. He smiled upon her figure. Though every succubus was villainous temptation to man, no two forms were quite alike.

"So," he cackled. He brushed her chin with his clawlike finger. "Tell me of your life and how you fell to hell."