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I'm looking for someone who wants to play a female magical companion in an adventure style RP. I want to do this combining The Elder Scrolls with ideas from Corruption of Champions and the Monster Girl Encyclopedia.
The creatures and non-human races of the world are replaced by futa monster girls. The monster girls, although rare, prey upon passing travelers. They capture women for breeding and men for food. They don't eat the men, but they are kept like cattle for their 'milk'. Both are eventually transformed into monster girls.
Potions using monster girl semen are especially powerful and can be used as a powerful aphrodisiac. These potions work just like normal potions, but they have a special side effect. Based on the monster girl the potions are made from, the imbiber takes on an aspect of that monster girl. This is a big taboo, but is sought for.
The hero and his magical companion are twins, born from a futa monster girl and human mother. The sister looks just like a normal human female, but can take on the aspects of other monster girls. The transformation requires a sample of monster girl semen, whether through seduction or force.
The Empress is trying to find out why the world has been changed so drastically and has her best agents searching for the answer. The hero and his sister have been imprisoned, falsely accused of smuggling monster girl semen into the Imperial City. They are to be taken to the arena and their fate will be decided within.
When they earn their freedom in the ring, the Empress sees their worth and before releasing them, she requests that they search Ayleid ruins to search for a reason for the monster girl invasion.
Throughout the story, the multiple encounters with monster girls will also cause the sister to become pregnant and she will lay soul gems that contain the soul of fully mature futa monster girls that can be summoned for a period of time for aid or more ingredients.
Kinks: Monster Girls, Futanari, Incest, Non-Con, Romance, Bisexuality, Body/Gender transformation.
My style of futanari are females with a penis, no external testicles. However, exceptions can be made.
All listed kinks are prerequisites, more can be added. Just let me know what you like. I'm very flexible.
Please PM me if you are interested. Please DO NOT REPLY here. Its not required, but let me know if you are willing to RP via email.
Example Posts:
Into the Fire:
Dax had already been standing there with them in the room. He actually had seen much of Cynil after his first encounter with her, he didn't purposely avoid her, but really wanted to avoid her brother mostly. Her brother was much stronger than he was and was a trained fighter. Dax had little time for violence and spent all his time indoors reading or outside working on some invention. Dax had a little smirk on his face, enjoying the Master's little quip. But he kept his mouth shut.
He had gotten here half an hour early and had ample time to discuss his interests and goals with Gilmore while they waited, a bit impatiently for Cynil to arrive. Although, Dax couldn't ignore the fact that Cynil was a pleasant sight, at least that was something to look forward to. But then he remembered his father. The tensions between their families, it was more likely he was going to get sick of seeing her sooner than later.
Dax didn't want to bring himself into their conversation. Instead, he waited patiently for Master Gilmore to possibly introduce him, do some kind of orientation or at least have some kind of lesson plan. But not knowing the mage very well, he wasn't exactly sure what to expect, he didn't really know how mage apprenticeships worked or even if it was the same for every wizard. Though he was very eager to learn.
He cleaned the lenses of his brand new and polished brass spectacles, in a sense of habit, and a sense of pride, since he made them. They sat balancing perfectly on his nose, with no temples resting on the backs of his ears. A long delicate looking chain hung from the side and went to rest in the pocket of his shirt. The shirt was a bit tight on him, his height made it difficult to get fitting clothes, but he wasn't very impressive in build. His arms were wiry, though working on his machines gave him a small regular workout, he didn't spend much time exercising. He wore a long black cloak that almost reached the floor over a laced brown shirt with a moss green vest. His pants were plain looking black with a leather belt strung around his waists. The buckle, which was also of his design was a cog, with a strange thin glass tube protruding from it with a thin copper filament inside. When he would touch the buckle the bulb would glow and flicker.
Survival Island:
A spark of light spears across the sky as distant thunder rolls in from storm clouds drifting around the horizon. Accompanying the thunder are the low rumble and hiss of calming waves rushing toward the wet sand on the cold shores. The pale light from the large round moon shines down and causes two wet figures to sparkle on the beach.
The two unlikely sibling survivors lay impossibly on the calm beach. The storm bellowing quietly in the distant tore their vessel to shreds and cast them into the sea, swallowing all the other passengers, only seeing fit to allow these two passage. One of them stirs.
The young teen, Zash, stirred from his short coma, the great waves overtook him and pulled the breath from him. Luckily on the shore he found it again. Coughing the cold hard sea water from his lungs onto the wet, soft earth below him, his body burned and his body felt dry inside, despite being soaked to the bone with sea water. His muscles ached and his eyes burned with salt. He rubbed his eyes. "Oh, no my glasses!" he felt around on the sand, he could hardly see without his glasses. He felt cold plastic against his belly and reached into his shirt.
He pulled our a dirty pair of glasses, a bit thick but still working. He secured the lenses in place and cleaned them off with his wet shirt. Putting them on he looked around. Behind him the storm roared in the distance looking very ominous. He took a deep breath, which caused him to cough again. He looked down the beach and notice a figure laying in the sand. He ran over to it.
She was laying on her belly, he flipped her over. It was his older sister, "Mindy!" He felt about her frantically in a panic thinking about what to do. He took another deep breath and calmed his mind. He put his head to her chest. Her heart was beating, but she wasn't breathing. "Oh no!" He cried, tears welt up in his eyes, but he wasted no time. Pressing his hands to her chest he pressed, trying to expel the water from her lungs and then put his lips to hers, pushing his ragged breath into her. "Come on, Mindy!" He cried out repeating the process with more vigor than before.
Star Wars: Search for Darkness
The Empire is in ruins, the Destruction of the 2nd Death Star along with the death of the last two known Sith brings a strange imbalance to the force. Out of the shroud of the dark side, a new self-proclaimed Sith Lord and his apprentice search the galaxy for the ancient secrets of the Sith.
After their recent discovery of the Temple of Exar Kun on Yavin IV, the master Darth Lazarus, has secluded himself on the ship and began communicating to his apprentice through visions and prophetic voices in his mind.
With vague orders from his master "The path to our destiny lies below, you will know what we seek, I will guide you," the young apprentice, Darth Malice, is now descending on the healing planet Geonosis. With little knowledge of what he will find below...
In the pale light of the orbiting moon, the Nail descends onto the dry desert plains of the savage planet. It gives off little sound, landing in a small crater outside the boundaries of the city of Stalgasin. A spotlight flashes on, illuminating the ground as a lift descends from the belly of the metal beast.
From the ship descends a man on a crude old fashioned speeder bike is brought to the ground. Shrouded in a desert cloak with only his black hair and cool grey eyes, filled with purpose, visible the man gives off an heir of determination. Flicking the ignition, the bike lifts, hovering in place off the ground and with a kick of the accelerator, it flies off toward the distant lights of the city's skyline leaving the ship behind.
Darth Malice, the young apprentice of the new Dark Lord, internally isn't completely sure why he is here other than the vague visions and cryptic voices from his master. As far as he can tell, the dark side is making him aware of a untamed presence within the city, a feint beacon of power. He is not sure what this power means, but if it is strong enough for him to sense, it must be worth investigating.
As the city becomes more shaped and less silhouette, he spots a small abandoned building which looks to have been partially filled with sand from lack of occupants. He parks his bike within and decides to walk the rest of the way. Besides his cloak, he carries little in the way of gear or currency. A small blaster pistol hidden in a sensor blocking holster and a vibroknife hidden in his boot are all he carries for protection.
After a about an hour of walking, he finds himself in a pretty busy district of the city. It seems like this area, from what he was made aware from the vidcom, is where the nightlife is for the city. Many casinos, cantinas litter the area as well as the main attraction, the Stalgasin Arena, where slaves and prisoners spend their last days fighting for their next meal and shelter. Exotic creatures are shipped from all across the galaxy to bring the audience much entertainment as its a fight to the death for
all members.
Something draws Malice here, the beacon, a bit stronger than before lies within this place. It maybe a weapon, creature or even possibly a gladiator. The young apprentice won't know until it is revealed to him by his master. He enters the arena, views the vidscreen for the upcoming fights. He sees many odds flick the screen some much better than others. Pulling out his purse he puts a small wager on a prisoner with very weak odds. He isn't sure why, but something tells him, the odds are better than they look.
Malice grabs his receipt, proof of his bet and heads into the stands. He finds a dark corner hidden in shadow to sit, but has a good view of the arena. He waits, albeit impatiently for the fights to begin.
The creatures and non-human races of the world are replaced by futa monster girls. The monster girls, although rare, prey upon passing travelers. They capture women for breeding and men for food. They don't eat the men, but they are kept like cattle for their 'milk'. Both are eventually transformed into monster girls.
Potions using monster girl semen are especially powerful and can be used as a powerful aphrodisiac. These potions work just like normal potions, but they have a special side effect. Based on the monster girl the potions are made from, the imbiber takes on an aspect of that monster girl. This is a big taboo, but is sought for.
The hero and his magical companion are twins, born from a futa monster girl and human mother. The sister looks just like a normal human female, but can take on the aspects of other monster girls. The transformation requires a sample of monster girl semen, whether through seduction or force.
The Empress is trying to find out why the world has been changed so drastically and has her best agents searching for the answer. The hero and his sister have been imprisoned, falsely accused of smuggling monster girl semen into the Imperial City. They are to be taken to the arena and their fate will be decided within.
When they earn their freedom in the ring, the Empress sees their worth and before releasing them, she requests that they search Ayleid ruins to search for a reason for the monster girl invasion.
Throughout the story, the multiple encounters with monster girls will also cause the sister to become pregnant and she will lay soul gems that contain the soul of fully mature futa monster girls that can be summoned for a period of time for aid or more ingredients.
Kinks: Monster Girls, Futanari, Incest, Non-Con, Romance, Bisexuality, Body/Gender transformation.
My style of futanari are females with a penis, no external testicles. However, exceptions can be made.
All listed kinks are prerequisites, more can be added. Just let me know what you like. I'm very flexible.
Please PM me if you are interested. Please DO NOT REPLY here. Its not required, but let me know if you are willing to RP via email.
Example Posts:
Into the Fire:
Dax had already been standing there with them in the room. He actually had seen much of Cynil after his first encounter with her, he didn't purposely avoid her, but really wanted to avoid her brother mostly. Her brother was much stronger than he was and was a trained fighter. Dax had little time for violence and spent all his time indoors reading or outside working on some invention. Dax had a little smirk on his face, enjoying the Master's little quip. But he kept his mouth shut.
He had gotten here half an hour early and had ample time to discuss his interests and goals with Gilmore while they waited, a bit impatiently for Cynil to arrive. Although, Dax couldn't ignore the fact that Cynil was a pleasant sight, at least that was something to look forward to. But then he remembered his father. The tensions between their families, it was more likely he was going to get sick of seeing her sooner than later.
Dax didn't want to bring himself into their conversation. Instead, he waited patiently for Master Gilmore to possibly introduce him, do some kind of orientation or at least have some kind of lesson plan. But not knowing the mage very well, he wasn't exactly sure what to expect, he didn't really know how mage apprenticeships worked or even if it was the same for every wizard. Though he was very eager to learn.
He cleaned the lenses of his brand new and polished brass spectacles, in a sense of habit, and a sense of pride, since he made them. They sat balancing perfectly on his nose, with no temples resting on the backs of his ears. A long delicate looking chain hung from the side and went to rest in the pocket of his shirt. The shirt was a bit tight on him, his height made it difficult to get fitting clothes, but he wasn't very impressive in build. His arms were wiry, though working on his machines gave him a small regular workout, he didn't spend much time exercising. He wore a long black cloak that almost reached the floor over a laced brown shirt with a moss green vest. His pants were plain looking black with a leather belt strung around his waists. The buckle, which was also of his design was a cog, with a strange thin glass tube protruding from it with a thin copper filament inside. When he would touch the buckle the bulb would glow and flicker.
Survival Island:
A spark of light spears across the sky as distant thunder rolls in from storm clouds drifting around the horizon. Accompanying the thunder are the low rumble and hiss of calming waves rushing toward the wet sand on the cold shores. The pale light from the large round moon shines down and causes two wet figures to sparkle on the beach.
The two unlikely sibling survivors lay impossibly on the calm beach. The storm bellowing quietly in the distant tore their vessel to shreds and cast them into the sea, swallowing all the other passengers, only seeing fit to allow these two passage. One of them stirs.
The young teen, Zash, stirred from his short coma, the great waves overtook him and pulled the breath from him. Luckily on the shore he found it again. Coughing the cold hard sea water from his lungs onto the wet, soft earth below him, his body burned and his body felt dry inside, despite being soaked to the bone with sea water. His muscles ached and his eyes burned with salt. He rubbed his eyes. "Oh, no my glasses!" he felt around on the sand, he could hardly see without his glasses. He felt cold plastic against his belly and reached into his shirt.
He pulled our a dirty pair of glasses, a bit thick but still working. He secured the lenses in place and cleaned them off with his wet shirt. Putting them on he looked around. Behind him the storm roared in the distance looking very ominous. He took a deep breath, which caused him to cough again. He looked down the beach and notice a figure laying in the sand. He ran over to it.
She was laying on her belly, he flipped her over. It was his older sister, "Mindy!" He felt about her frantically in a panic thinking about what to do. He took another deep breath and calmed his mind. He put his head to her chest. Her heart was beating, but she wasn't breathing. "Oh no!" He cried, tears welt up in his eyes, but he wasted no time. Pressing his hands to her chest he pressed, trying to expel the water from her lungs and then put his lips to hers, pushing his ragged breath into her. "Come on, Mindy!" He cried out repeating the process with more vigor than before.
Star Wars: Search for Darkness
The Empire is in ruins, the Destruction of the 2nd Death Star along with the death of the last two known Sith brings a strange imbalance to the force. Out of the shroud of the dark side, a new self-proclaimed Sith Lord and his apprentice search the galaxy for the ancient secrets of the Sith.
After their recent discovery of the Temple of Exar Kun on Yavin IV, the master Darth Lazarus, has secluded himself on the ship and began communicating to his apprentice through visions and prophetic voices in his mind.
With vague orders from his master "The path to our destiny lies below, you will know what we seek, I will guide you," the young apprentice, Darth Malice, is now descending on the healing planet Geonosis. With little knowledge of what he will find below...
In the pale light of the orbiting moon, the Nail descends onto the dry desert plains of the savage planet. It gives off little sound, landing in a small crater outside the boundaries of the city of Stalgasin. A spotlight flashes on, illuminating the ground as a lift descends from the belly of the metal beast.
From the ship descends a man on a crude old fashioned speeder bike is brought to the ground. Shrouded in a desert cloak with only his black hair and cool grey eyes, filled with purpose, visible the man gives off an heir of determination. Flicking the ignition, the bike lifts, hovering in place off the ground and with a kick of the accelerator, it flies off toward the distant lights of the city's skyline leaving the ship behind.
Darth Malice, the young apprentice of the new Dark Lord, internally isn't completely sure why he is here other than the vague visions and cryptic voices from his master. As far as he can tell, the dark side is making him aware of a untamed presence within the city, a feint beacon of power. He is not sure what this power means, but if it is strong enough for him to sense, it must be worth investigating.
As the city becomes more shaped and less silhouette, he spots a small abandoned building which looks to have been partially filled with sand from lack of occupants. He parks his bike within and decides to walk the rest of the way. Besides his cloak, he carries little in the way of gear or currency. A small blaster pistol hidden in a sensor blocking holster and a vibroknife hidden in his boot are all he carries for protection.
After a about an hour of walking, he finds himself in a pretty busy district of the city. It seems like this area, from what he was made aware from the vidcom, is where the nightlife is for the city. Many casinos, cantinas litter the area as well as the main attraction, the Stalgasin Arena, where slaves and prisoners spend their last days fighting for their next meal and shelter. Exotic creatures are shipped from all across the galaxy to bring the audience much entertainment as its a fight to the death for
all members.
Something draws Malice here, the beacon, a bit stronger than before lies within this place. It maybe a weapon, creature or even possibly a gladiator. The young apprentice won't know until it is revealed to him by his master. He enters the arena, views the vidscreen for the upcoming fights. He sees many odds flick the screen some much better than others. Pulling out his purse he puts a small wager on a prisoner with very weak odds. He isn't sure why, but something tells him, the odds are better than they look.
Malice grabs his receipt, proof of his bet and heads into the stands. He finds a dark corner hidden in shadow to sit, but has a good view of the arena. He waits, albeit impatiently for the fights to begin.