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- Aug 8, 2017
Basically would love to have a GM or someone willing to play a character in this vague idea of a city with my character, a Viera bunny girl named Mary (My profile pic but with big long cute bunny ears of course.)
How this goes can be literally any way you'd like as long as it's got the following 4 things.
Lewd looks: Have her find or force her to wear sexy/cute things (skirts, thigh highs, tiny tops/bikinis, jewelry, skimpy leather armor, etc.
Lewd people: someone needs to want to fuck the Bunny. Someone or something. A desperate merchant, a pompous nobleman, a wretched fat innkeeper, hunky hero man, tentacle monster around the corner, etc. It can be your main character of course if you choose to have one.
Lewd lengths/volumes: I'm a size queen. I like big dicks. I mean anything from 9 to 18 inches. Mary is stretchy on the inside, she won't break. Huge balls, massive loads are a huge plus.
Lewd situations: Give her encounters that lead her to doing sexual things whether willing or unwilling, and ending with her being left alone, escaping, or brought to some other situation. Examples?
Gore is fine, no death. No toiletries whatsoever. Furriest are okay but should be exotic and different if used.
However you play it out. You don't have to ask me anything, just respond to the intro.
The intro
In a medieval fantasy universe there's a young bunny girl who has ran away from her small village in the woods amongst her Bunny tribe at 16 years old. She's hunting for what a travelling Bard had described one night as he told tales of the greatness of the capital city where he had come from (You pick the name). "There's everything you could imagine there!" He exclaimed to the circle of young bunnies around him. "Warriors, craftsmen, Grand performers, men and women of all sorts, noblemen and women of beauty, scholars and priests bearing profound knowledge, and more I couldn't think of." He had leaned in and said so quietly that only the ears of bunnies could hear then, saying "Oh and of course music. The music there can encapsulate you in a way that has you jumping about in revelry without a clue as to when you had started, and those about you who dance are so beautiful and enticing you can't help but feel like there's no better place to be." The boys about him had considered with wide eyes the idea of beautiful women dancing, but the sensation of joy is what caught Mary in the end, who was always a dancer at heart.
All of the lures of the great capital city pulled the young girl's heart strings with an inescapable grip, her eyes set and her mind focused on arriving at the capital. She may not have had her parents blessings, let alone anyone else, and had abandoned a village that had planned for her to marry a particular alpha bunny male, but all of that was uninteresting to her, and so she left. With her father being the Chief of the tribe and her Mother the Village's herbalist, she was the closest thing there was to a princess in the place, though her lifestyle was anything but. She had grown up roughly wrestling, dancing in the rough and dirt, swimming among the devilfish and spending time with her father learning how to sneak in the woods, comfortable with creeping up to boar and speedily leaping up to slice their throats, as well as shooting with precise aim with a bow upon full-sprint deer. She could track beasts and knew the proper plants to pick to bring home and use in concoctions with her mother for the people.
She left with her pack, containing several silver pieces, a week's worth of rations, several herbs for aid in healing cuts or bruises, and a couple sets of spare clothing - little more than a few strips of fur that were stitched to hug her body enough to cover her sensitive bits but diligently showing off her curves. With her quiver and short bow with a few spare sets of bowstrings, her father's old knife (as sharp as ever), she was running through the night and into the light of dawn to break out of the trees and see the capital in the distance. No more than a day or two's walk if she went to the road.
Her kind was rare but not unheard of in the capital, some of her own tribe visiting for necessary supplies or to even establish it as their new habitat, like Mary, so she walked in confidence, a naïve kind of confidence of someone too excited for what pleasures could lie ahead to pay any mind to what dangers lurked therein.
The bard did not only fail to go into length about the thugs, extorting merchants, manipulative vendors, crime syndicates, slave traders, corrupt kingdom councilors leading to large portions of slum living.
He also failed to mention that the city itself was a place of monsters at night. When the sun vanished below the horizon, furry clawed beasts, slimy monsters, ghastly spirits, slimy oozes, even small troupes of goblins would emerge from shadows and sewers to stalk the city and look for the vulnerable. The unique arcane sigil placed on every house in the massive city by the kingdom's Mages were the only thing that kept the people safe then. Though the dark creatures that lurked and hunted weren't in every alleyway and street, if you spent an entire night outside, there was always a chance they would spring out and attempt to kill, capture, or breed you if you seemed able to host their children.
Her body didn't make things any better for her situation. At 16 years old, bunny girls were almost entirely developed, and Mary was an exceptionally developed member of her tribe. She could attribute most of it to her mother - one of the most beautiful viera in several generations, only with Mary's round and sweet face, she lacked the mature refine look to match her body - which was an eyeful. Mary's large teal eyes, expressive eyebrows, thick full and long hazelnut hair, plump pink lips and full face was adorable - even beautiful, but her body was what took almost all of the attention of others. Her breasts are enormous, so full and voluptuously swaying when she moves, her large pink nipples hiding under her thin fur top that did nothing to contain the shape of their protrusion nor the natural bounciness of their entirely. Her athleticism allowed her a thin waist that curved dramatically to wide hips and a huge ass that jiggled as she walked in such an enticing way that it left young bunnyboys, and every single and married adult male, staring in awe. Her thick thighs that led down to cute fur boots and small feet in full made her exceptionally curvy body a complete alluring and wonderful sight.
She had always been a stubborn and confident girl, and so she walked along the road on the way to the capital, to see all there was to see and do all there was to do.
And she had no idea what kinds of things she was going to be getting herself into.
How this goes can be literally any way you'd like as long as it's got the following 4 things.
Lewd looks: Have her find or force her to wear sexy/cute things (skirts, thigh highs, tiny tops/bikinis, jewelry, skimpy leather armor, etc.
Lewd people: someone needs to want to fuck the Bunny. Someone or something. A desperate merchant, a pompous nobleman, a wretched fat innkeeper, hunky hero man, tentacle monster around the corner, etc. It can be your main character of course if you choose to have one.
Lewd lengths/volumes: I'm a size queen. I like big dicks. I mean anything from 9 to 18 inches. Mary is stretchy on the inside, she won't break. Huge balls, massive loads are a huge plus.
Lewd situations: Give her encounters that lead her to doing sexual things whether willing or unwilling, and ending with her being left alone, escaping, or brought to some other situation. Examples?
- An alpha bunny finds her and seduces her, fucking her and she wakes up, robs him and runs off. She is caught by him again and she falls for him after a while. Romance as he struggles to catch her while she evades him and gets in trouble all the time with unsavory people.
- A big tentacle monster captures her, impregnate her, and she hobbles off to lay eggs and then go take a very needed bath. She finds and kills the tentacle monster, sees a small younger one and goes to kill it but - decides maybe another go would be nice with one not so huge. And there you have it, Mary has a pet that likes bunny butt.
- Enslaved and collared, she is bought by a merchant and kept until he rips off a barbarian who rips off his head in turn, keeps her for himself, takes her out to his buddies out in the woods, attacked by goblins and all die but her, she gets away for a couple days but gets caught by the goblins, waits for a chance to kill all of them, take their loot and head back to the city (might he pregnant with a goblin by then, might have already had one by the time she could escape), or a paladin comes along and saves her, etc etc.
Gore is fine, no death. No toiletries whatsoever. Furriest are okay but should be exotic and different if used.
However you play it out. You don't have to ask me anything, just respond to the intro.
The intro
In a medieval fantasy universe there's a young bunny girl who has ran away from her small village in the woods amongst her Bunny tribe at 16 years old. She's hunting for what a travelling Bard had described one night as he told tales of the greatness of the capital city where he had come from (You pick the name). "There's everything you could imagine there!" He exclaimed to the circle of young bunnies around him. "Warriors, craftsmen, Grand performers, men and women of all sorts, noblemen and women of beauty, scholars and priests bearing profound knowledge, and more I couldn't think of." He had leaned in and said so quietly that only the ears of bunnies could hear then, saying "Oh and of course music. The music there can encapsulate you in a way that has you jumping about in revelry without a clue as to when you had started, and those about you who dance are so beautiful and enticing you can't help but feel like there's no better place to be." The boys about him had considered with wide eyes the idea of beautiful women dancing, but the sensation of joy is what caught Mary in the end, who was always a dancer at heart.
All of the lures of the great capital city pulled the young girl's heart strings with an inescapable grip, her eyes set and her mind focused on arriving at the capital. She may not have had her parents blessings, let alone anyone else, and had abandoned a village that had planned for her to marry a particular alpha bunny male, but all of that was uninteresting to her, and so she left. With her father being the Chief of the tribe and her Mother the Village's herbalist, she was the closest thing there was to a princess in the place, though her lifestyle was anything but. She had grown up roughly wrestling, dancing in the rough and dirt, swimming among the devilfish and spending time with her father learning how to sneak in the woods, comfortable with creeping up to boar and speedily leaping up to slice their throats, as well as shooting with precise aim with a bow upon full-sprint deer. She could track beasts and knew the proper plants to pick to bring home and use in concoctions with her mother for the people.
She left with her pack, containing several silver pieces, a week's worth of rations, several herbs for aid in healing cuts or bruises, and a couple sets of spare clothing - little more than a few strips of fur that were stitched to hug her body enough to cover her sensitive bits but diligently showing off her curves. With her quiver and short bow with a few spare sets of bowstrings, her father's old knife (as sharp as ever), she was running through the night and into the light of dawn to break out of the trees and see the capital in the distance. No more than a day or two's walk if she went to the road.
Her kind was rare but not unheard of in the capital, some of her own tribe visiting for necessary supplies or to even establish it as their new habitat, like Mary, so she walked in confidence, a naïve kind of confidence of someone too excited for what pleasures could lie ahead to pay any mind to what dangers lurked therein.
The bard did not only fail to go into length about the thugs, extorting merchants, manipulative vendors, crime syndicates, slave traders, corrupt kingdom councilors leading to large portions of slum living.
He also failed to mention that the city itself was a place of monsters at night. When the sun vanished below the horizon, furry clawed beasts, slimy monsters, ghastly spirits, slimy oozes, even small troupes of goblins would emerge from shadows and sewers to stalk the city and look for the vulnerable. The unique arcane sigil placed on every house in the massive city by the kingdom's Mages were the only thing that kept the people safe then. Though the dark creatures that lurked and hunted weren't in every alleyway and street, if you spent an entire night outside, there was always a chance they would spring out and attempt to kill, capture, or breed you if you seemed able to host their children.
Her body didn't make things any better for her situation. At 16 years old, bunny girls were almost entirely developed, and Mary was an exceptionally developed member of her tribe. She could attribute most of it to her mother - one of the most beautiful viera in several generations, only with Mary's round and sweet face, she lacked the mature refine look to match her body - which was an eyeful. Mary's large teal eyes, expressive eyebrows, thick full and long hazelnut hair, plump pink lips and full face was adorable - even beautiful, but her body was what took almost all of the attention of others. Her breasts are enormous, so full and voluptuously swaying when she moves, her large pink nipples hiding under her thin fur top that did nothing to contain the shape of their protrusion nor the natural bounciness of their entirely. Her athleticism allowed her a thin waist that curved dramatically to wide hips and a huge ass that jiggled as she walked in such an enticing way that it left young bunnyboys, and every single and married adult male, staring in awe. Her thick thighs that led down to cute fur boots and small feet in full made her exceptionally curvy body a complete alluring and wonderful sight.
She had always been a stubborn and confident girl, and so she walked along the road on the way to the capital, to see all there was to see and do all there was to do.
And she had no idea what kinds of things she was going to be getting herself into.