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TikTaqToh
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 20, 2020
A Brief Introduction
Hey there, you can call me Tik. I'm a Veteran Role-player having served in the great Role-Play wars since I enlisted back in 2004. Seriously though I've had an on and off interest for at least 20 years. I like to think I'm pretty literate, averaging about 200-300 words when in a back and forth flow and ranging up to about 1000 when I'm having fun with a story and have time to write. I also consider myself pretty accommodating. By which I mean that if we're writing together and you'd like to see more or less of something, please tell me! If there's a kink or something you'd like to explore, we can always talk about it. Worst I'll do is say no.
What follows are a loose set of ideas I call plots. Nothing is set in stone with these, so please if something catches your interest save a detail or two, let me know and we can work on it. Most of the kinks and themes listed are there for vibe purposes and are probably up for negotiation. I also have some character art in some of the plots, assume all of it is NSFW. It's all also optional, so if you have something you'd rather use just run it by me, worst I'll say is no.
I only Roleplay on Bluemoon via the PM system. I have no interest in discord, e-Mail or threads. Sorry if this is a deal breaker.
A Loose Set of Ideas I Call Plots
(Assume all links are NSFW)
Misc. Pairings I have no plot in mind for;
Preferred Role in Orange where it matters.
Dinosaur Anthro x Primitive Human
MILF Neighbor x Young man
Boss x Employee
Upperclass x Low Class
Empress/Queen x Advisor
Orc x Human
Robot/Android x Maker
Human Knight x Monster Girl
Monster Man x Knight Girl
Some interests include:
-Fantasy Races
-Breeding
-Anthro/Furry
-Size difference
-Blackmail
-Dub-Con
-Short Stacks
-Giving Anal
-Receiving Oral/Cock worship
Things I Will Not Do:
-Characters under 18
-Scat/Toilet play
-Excessive gore/Violence
-Vore
If you scrolled this far, thanks for reading. Hopefully you send me a message and we start putting together a really cool story. If not then, like, okay.
Hey there, you can call me Tik. I'm a Veteran Role-player having served in the great Role-Play wars since I enlisted back in 2004. Seriously though I've had an on and off interest for at least 20 years. I like to think I'm pretty literate, averaging about 200-300 words when in a back and forth flow and ranging up to about 1000 when I'm having fun with a story and have time to write. I also consider myself pretty accommodating. By which I mean that if we're writing together and you'd like to see more or less of something, please tell me! If there's a kink or something you'd like to explore, we can always talk about it. Worst I'll do is say no.
What follows are a loose set of ideas I call plots. Nothing is set in stone with these, so please if something catches your interest save a detail or two, let me know and we can work on it. Most of the kinks and themes listed are there for vibe purposes and are probably up for negotiation. I also have some character art in some of the plots, assume all of it is NSFW. It's all also optional, so if you have something you'd rather use just run it by me, worst I'll say is no.
I only Roleplay on Bluemoon via the PM system. I have no interest in discord, e-Mail or threads. Sorry if this is a deal breaker.
A Loose Set of Ideas I Call Plots
(Assume all links are NSFW)
Themes and Kinks: Imperialism, colonialism, rebellion, war, slavery, exploitation, bondage, noncon
Humanity has spread to the stars, claiming planet after planet without resistance. The Human Empire has come to learn that against all odds, we are first to the interstellar seas and the bounty of the galaxy is ours for the taking. The only problem is that there's all these silly alien natives sitting on our freshly conquered worlds. It must be explained to them in no uncertain terms that they are under the protection of the Human Empire, long may it reign.
The dynamic here being that the aliens in our universe are somewhere in the process of being conquered, annexed or exterminated while our characters are right in the middle. We can keep this as light hearted or as bleak as we want. One element I would like to keep consistent is Humans being technologically superior, never running into a civilization that can put up any kind of interstellar fight.
I'm looking to play out a number of different scenarios with this plot as backdrop. Here are a few pairings to consider;
Human Occupier x Alien Native
Human Diplomat x Alien Diplomat
Human Soldier x Alien Civilian
Human Enforcer x Alien 'ahem' Forced Laborer
Human General x Alien Princess
Human Soldier x Alien Soldier
A few more alien ladies to choose and peruse.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Why are so many of these women blue?
Humanity has spread to the stars, claiming planet after planet without resistance. The Human Empire has come to learn that against all odds, we are first to the interstellar seas and the bounty of the galaxy is ours for the taking. The only problem is that there's all these silly alien natives sitting on our freshly conquered worlds. It must be explained to them in no uncertain terms that they are under the protection of the Human Empire, long may it reign.
The dynamic here being that the aliens in our universe are somewhere in the process of being conquered, annexed or exterminated while our characters are right in the middle. We can keep this as light hearted or as bleak as we want. One element I would like to keep consistent is Humans being technologically superior, never running into a civilization that can put up any kind of interstellar fight.
I'm looking to play out a number of different scenarios with this plot as backdrop. Here are a few pairings to consider;
Human Occupier x Alien Native
Human Diplomat x Alien Diplomat
Human Soldier x Alien Civilian
Human Enforcer x Alien 'ahem' Forced Laborer
Human General x Alien Princess
Human Soldier x Alien Soldier
A few more alien ladies to choose and peruse.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Why are so many of these women blue?
Themes and Kinks: Domestic abuse, damsel in distress, sci-fi, cheating,
“Look, man I can run another scan on her gyroscope but it came back clean twice so far. There’s no reason to go digging if the scan’s clean.” The mechanic explained patiently to the face on the vid screen. Holding his hand to his earpiece, he sighed and nodded. “You know, man sometimes these things just have a little personality to them. Maybe you just have a clumsy droid.” The man on the screen seemed to find this funny, nodding at the idea. “Alright man. Give me a two days. I’ll get the scrapes on her forearms buffed out and touched up and I checked before I called you- I have a spare sound processor so she’ll be able to hear just fine when you pick her up.” The customer exchanged a few parting words seemingly satisfied with the update. When the screen winked out and the call ended, the mechanic physically deflated. Talking to that man always drained him.
Turning around he regarded the roughed up Android laying on his lift. The man wasn’t a dullard. His customer was just the type that took his anger out on his possessions and was too embarrassed to admit it. The type who probably used to throw his gamepad across the room when he lost a match. Now it seemed the guy had a bigger toy to break.
With tender care, the mechanic set about disassembling her right arm so he could strip and repolish her casing. She was a rare model, lots of interesting features and a unique personality module. It was a shame such a beautiful piece of tech could he treated like a wrecker destined for the scrapyard. This was the fifth time he’d fixed her up and he doubted it would be the last. Caught up in his feelings, the Mechanic turned in his seat and tapped a command into the console. The still android began to stir, her start-up sequence initialized.
“Hey. It’s me.” The man murmured to the machine.
I had this idea for a relationship between an abused android and the mechanic that repairs her. Maybe they run away together or something. Happy to brainstorm this one with anyone interested.
“Look, man I can run another scan on her gyroscope but it came back clean twice so far. There’s no reason to go digging if the scan’s clean.” The mechanic explained patiently to the face on the vid screen. Holding his hand to his earpiece, he sighed and nodded. “You know, man sometimes these things just have a little personality to them. Maybe you just have a clumsy droid.” The man on the screen seemed to find this funny, nodding at the idea. “Alright man. Give me a two days. I’ll get the scrapes on her forearms buffed out and touched up and I checked before I called you- I have a spare sound processor so she’ll be able to hear just fine when you pick her up.” The customer exchanged a few parting words seemingly satisfied with the update. When the screen winked out and the call ended, the mechanic physically deflated. Talking to that man always drained him.
Turning around he regarded the roughed up Android laying on his lift. The man wasn’t a dullard. His customer was just the type that took his anger out on his possessions and was too embarrassed to admit it. The type who probably used to throw his gamepad across the room when he lost a match. Now it seemed the guy had a bigger toy to break.
With tender care, the mechanic set about disassembling her right arm so he could strip and repolish her casing. She was a rare model, lots of interesting features and a unique personality module. It was a shame such a beautiful piece of tech could he treated like a wrecker destined for the scrapyard. This was the fifth time he’d fixed her up and he doubted it would be the last. Caught up in his feelings, the Mechanic turned in his seat and tapped a command into the console. The still android began to stir, her start-up sequence initialized.
“Hey. It’s me.” The man murmured to the machine.
I had this idea for a relationship between an abused android and the mechanic that repairs her. Maybe they run away together or something. Happy to brainstorm this one with anyone interested.
Themes and Kinks: Corruption, Mindbreak, Bondage, Drug Use, Bonnets
A young Amish woman meets an unsavory gentlemen from the 'fancy' world. She's curious with a rebellious streak, so when he introduces her to things like sex and drugs, it causes a schism in her world, does she choose her family and tradition or depravity and fun?
This plot was inspired by my discovery of a literary genre called the "Bonnet Ripper."(SFW) Christian romance novels where an Amish woman is tempted by the fancy world only to have a good godly man show her the joys of pickled food and horse buggies or something I don't read them. Anyway it would be the opposite of that.
A young Amish woman meets an unsavory gentlemen from the 'fancy' world. She's curious with a rebellious streak, so when he introduces her to things like sex and drugs, it causes a schism in her world, does she choose her family and tradition or depravity and fun?
This plot was inspired by my discovery of a literary genre called the "Bonnet Ripper."(SFW) Christian romance novels where an Amish woman is tempted by the fancy world only to have a good godly man show her the joys of pickled food and horse buggies or something I don't read them. Anyway it would be the opposite of that.
Themes and Kinks: Lycanthropy, taming the beast, horror, knotting, size difference
She and Tyler had been arguing for two hours when she finally decided to just leave. She had to get out of there, away from his cheating and lies. Fortyfive minutes later she was still driving, radio off and alone with her thoughts. Her phone was back at Tyler's along with her purse. But she didn't care, she needed to clear her head. The woods closed in around the darkening highway as afternoon faded to early evening. The back roads had done well to clear her head- and her gas tank. The little sedan sputtered to a stop on the mossy shoulder. There was no choice now but to walk and seek out help. How lucky was she to discover a secluded driveway leading to a cozy little cabin. The lights were on, maybe they had a phone she could borrow...
Hey, guess who lives in the cabin.
There's a few directions this can go. The lycan could be settling in for another moon, maybe about to go hunting or chaining himself in. Does the woman want to get away or is she curious about his condition? Did she like the movie Underworld? I'm open to discussing details on this one, I just thought the idea could be fun.
She and Tyler had been arguing for two hours when she finally decided to just leave. She had to get out of there, away from his cheating and lies. Fortyfive minutes later she was still driving, radio off and alone with her thoughts. Her phone was back at Tyler's along with her purse. But she didn't care, she needed to clear her head. The woods closed in around the darkening highway as afternoon faded to early evening. The back roads had done well to clear her head- and her gas tank. The little sedan sputtered to a stop on the mossy shoulder. There was no choice now but to walk and seek out help. How lucky was she to discover a secluded driveway leading to a cozy little cabin. The lights were on, maybe they had a phone she could borrow...
Hey, guess who lives in the cabin.
There's a few directions this can go. The lycan could be settling in for another moon, maybe about to go hunting or chaining himself in. Does the woman want to get away or is she curious about his condition? Did she like the movie Underworld? I'm open to discussing details on this one, I just thought the idea could be fun.
Themes and Kinks: Free Use, MMF, Small Town, Scholastic Regret, Blue Collar, Alaska
She just liked rocks. That's why she got the geology degree. She didn't realize that the job market would be all oil and natural gas companies. Oilco hired her on as a research specialist for their drill site way up north in Alaska. The prospect of seeing polar bears excited her and so did the pay. Room and board for a two year contract. She signed, sold her car and broke her lease, heading up to the frozen north.
"Sorry darlin', you signed the contract." The Site Manager told her, a burly man with a thick beard and suspenders. "You can break it, sure but we're gonna have to call a bush plane in to come pick you up- and we're not payin' for it." The man explained, spreading his hands wide as if to ask what she wanted him to do. It wasn't his fault she didn't read the whole contract. He didn't write the clause that stipulated her complete sexual availability to the workers on the site for the duration of her contract. All he did was counter sign- and then ask her to climb under his desk...
I think this story is a pretty self explanatory smut fest. Blue collar men helping themselves to the only woman for 500 miles. Does she hate it? Does she love it? Does she linger in the mess hall, waiting for lunch hour or does she hide away in her office? Why on earth is there a hole cut into the door at waist height? Should she have pursued a Sports Management degree instead?
She just liked rocks. That's why she got the geology degree. She didn't realize that the job market would be all oil and natural gas companies. Oilco hired her on as a research specialist for their drill site way up north in Alaska. The prospect of seeing polar bears excited her and so did the pay. Room and board for a two year contract. She signed, sold her car and broke her lease, heading up to the frozen north.
"Sorry darlin', you signed the contract." The Site Manager told her, a burly man with a thick beard and suspenders. "You can break it, sure but we're gonna have to call a bush plane in to come pick you up- and we're not payin' for it." The man explained, spreading his hands wide as if to ask what she wanted him to do. It wasn't his fault she didn't read the whole contract. He didn't write the clause that stipulated her complete sexual availability to the workers on the site for the duration of her contract. All he did was counter sign- and then ask her to climb under his desk...
I think this story is a pretty self explanatory smut fest. Blue collar men helping themselves to the only woman for 500 miles. Does she hate it? Does she love it? Does she linger in the mess hall, waiting for lunch hour or does she hide away in her office? Why on earth is there a hole cut into the door at waist height? Should she have pursued a Sports Management degree instead?
Themes and Kinks: Free use, MMF, age gap, university, casual sex, academia
They tried to meet every three months or so, the dates chosen at the beginning of every year. Hosts were chosen by lottery and a pool was set up to fund the party. Come the night of, the professors would meet at the home of the host, bottles of scotch and cigars in hand. They would gather in the foyer and enjoy conversation and fine liquor before they sat down to dinner. Attending their every need was the host professor's chosen student. A young woman, hand selected from the semester's finest to sever as waitress, bartender and entertainment the whole evening long.
What brought her here? What did they promise her? Money? Grades? TA Position? Will she last the night, or is the experience simply too much to bare?
I had this sort of high-society intellectual club vibe in mind that's really just an excuse for a bunch of middle aged men to abuse their power with a young woman. For this story I'd play a selection of men against 1-2 female characters. I don't want to get into an actual 4+ person gangbang, more like one man taking her to the side for a few minutes before letting her continue with her work. As always, details are up for discussion.
They tried to meet every three months or so, the dates chosen at the beginning of every year. Hosts were chosen by lottery and a pool was set up to fund the party. Come the night of, the professors would meet at the home of the host, bottles of scotch and cigars in hand. They would gather in the foyer and enjoy conversation and fine liquor before they sat down to dinner. Attending their every need was the host professor's chosen student. A young woman, hand selected from the semester's finest to sever as waitress, bartender and entertainment the whole evening long.
What brought her here? What did they promise her? Money? Grades? TA Position? Will she last the night, or is the experience simply too much to bare?
I had this sort of high-society intellectual club vibe in mind that's really just an excuse for a bunch of middle aged men to abuse their power with a young woman. For this story I'd play a selection of men against 1-2 female characters. I don't want to get into an actual 4+ person gangbang, more like one man taking her to the side for a few minutes before letting her continue with her work. As always, details are up for discussion.
Themes and Kinks: Survival, harem, coercion, noncon, dubcon, psychological, humiliation, degradation
Through some terrible disaster our characters find themselves stranded on an island with few supplies and little hope of rescue. They throw in together, working to try and survive. My main character would have survival skills and the physical strength to survive, something the other characters largely lack. Soon a kind of primal society forms with MC working to feed and provide for the majority of the group while they either willingly or unwillingly serve to satisfy his sexual needs. Something like Survivor meets Lord of the Flies and Yellowjackets.
I would play at least two men, one strong and capable and the other crippled or somehow incapable of standing up to the other. I would ask that you play 2-4 female characters. I know, big ask. I totally get it.
This plot is partially inspired by the story of Clipperton Island. If we write this story together we can even include the ending where your characters rise up and kill mine with a hammer. Doesn't that sound fun?
Through some terrible disaster our characters find themselves stranded on an island with few supplies and little hope of rescue. They throw in together, working to try and survive. My main character would have survival skills and the physical strength to survive, something the other characters largely lack. Soon a kind of primal society forms with MC working to feed and provide for the majority of the group while they either willingly or unwillingly serve to satisfy his sexual needs. Something like Survivor meets Lord of the Flies and Yellowjackets.
I would play at least two men, one strong and capable and the other crippled or somehow incapable of standing up to the other. I would ask that you play 2-4 female characters. I know, big ask. I totally get it.
This plot is partially inspired by the story of Clipperton Island. If we write this story together we can even include the ending where your characters rise up and kill mine with a hammer. Doesn't that sound fun?
Themes and Kinks: Vampires, Fantasy, village slice-of-life, Snuff, non-con, conversion, corruption, time skips
A Fledgling vampire chooses an isolated hamlet to call their own. For this story, I would like to play the vampire (along with man village side characters.) but can be persuaded otherwise.
Have you encountered the trope of the good vampire leader? A vampire who leads a group of mortal humans and is considered fair and just by said people. They know the vampire is a monster, but the leadership and the protection they offer is worth the blood tithe they demand. Maybe they protect the town from danger or have some insight about a local resource that makes them a valuable asset to be appeased rather than feared and hated.
I would like to explore this from beginning to end. From the Vampire’s arrival or discovery among the humans to their rise to power, to their ruling the settlement. As an immortal being, I’m expecting time skips and many different characters. I’m open to playing either vampire or their subjects, though I would hope my partner is open to playing a fair amount of side characters along with me.
I expect this plot to have darker themes and kinks such as snuff and noncon, unwilling sacrifices and all that. Of course this would be a sliding scale as the villagers come to accept their new situation. I think it would also be fun to explore generational aspects to the story. For example, a particular offering might mention that they feel it's an honor to serve as the vampire's food as their mother/grandmother was offered so many years ago. There's lots of little ideas I have for this story, so please if it's something you like the thought of, let me know.
A Fledgling vampire chooses an isolated hamlet to call their own. For this story, I would like to play the vampire (along with man village side characters.) but can be persuaded otherwise.
Have you encountered the trope of the good vampire leader? A vampire who leads a group of mortal humans and is considered fair and just by said people. They know the vampire is a monster, but the leadership and the protection they offer is worth the blood tithe they demand. Maybe they protect the town from danger or have some insight about a local resource that makes them a valuable asset to be appeased rather than feared and hated.
I would like to explore this from beginning to end. From the Vampire’s arrival or discovery among the humans to their rise to power, to their ruling the settlement. As an immortal being, I’m expecting time skips and many different characters. I’m open to playing either vampire or their subjects, though I would hope my partner is open to playing a fair amount of side characters along with me.
I expect this plot to have darker themes and kinks such as snuff and noncon, unwilling sacrifices and all that. Of course this would be a sliding scale as the villagers come to accept their new situation. I think it would also be fun to explore generational aspects to the story. For example, a particular offering might mention that they feel it's an honor to serve as the vampire's food as their mother/grandmother was offered so many years ago. There's lots of little ideas I have for this story, so please if it's something you like the thought of, let me know.
Themes and Kinks: Master/Slave dynamic, Cyberpunk, Corruption, Kidnapping, Non-con, body modification.
The subtle hiss and scrape of another cigarette dying in the ash tray filled the eerie silence of the dark high rise apartment. The smoker stood at the floor to ceiling window, staring out over the sea of neon signs and bill boards. He wasn’t the king of this city. Rather more of a minor noble, a CEO of a niche cyber mod company that exploded onto the market a decade ago. With a massive amount of wealth, the CEO had chosen to settle down and settle scores.
Tonight was the night his revenge began. Revenge against the man that didn’t believe him, revenge against the man who stole from him. The CEO smirked and pressed another cigarette to his lips, lighting it with his well-worn silver lighter. The lighter’s flame briefly illuminated the space before winking away. He took a long drag. “Any minute now.” He breathed the words and smoke against the windowpane.
Soon the mercs he hired would bring her right to his apartment. Bound and gagged, cyberware disabled and blindfolded. The thought made him smile. His rival’s beloved [WIFE OR DAUGHTER] would be joining him for her foreseeable future, or at least as long as it amused him. That son of a bitch had stolen his work. It was only fair he steal something back.
This is a plot I’ve actually used for some time. Basically a powerful man pays to have a business rival’s loved one brought to him and made to be his personal sex slave. He does this to humiliate and embarrass his rival and satisfy his need for sadistic revenge. The cyberpunk element can be removed and knowledge of the Cyberpunk 2077 setting isn’t needed.
The subtle hiss and scrape of another cigarette dying in the ash tray filled the eerie silence of the dark high rise apartment. The smoker stood at the floor to ceiling window, staring out over the sea of neon signs and bill boards. He wasn’t the king of this city. Rather more of a minor noble, a CEO of a niche cyber mod company that exploded onto the market a decade ago. With a massive amount of wealth, the CEO had chosen to settle down and settle scores.
Tonight was the night his revenge began. Revenge against the man that didn’t believe him, revenge against the man who stole from him. The CEO smirked and pressed another cigarette to his lips, lighting it with his well-worn silver lighter. The lighter’s flame briefly illuminated the space before winking away. He took a long drag. “Any minute now.” He breathed the words and smoke against the windowpane.
Soon the mercs he hired would bring her right to his apartment. Bound and gagged, cyberware disabled and blindfolded. The thought made him smile. His rival’s beloved [WIFE OR DAUGHTER] would be joining him for her foreseeable future, or at least as long as it amused him. That son of a bitch had stolen his work. It was only fair he steal something back.
This is a plot I’ve actually used for some time. Basically a powerful man pays to have a business rival’s loved one brought to him and made to be his personal sex slave. He does this to humiliate and embarrass his rival and satisfy his need for sadistic revenge. The cyberpunk element can be removed and knowledge of the Cyberpunk 2077 setting isn’t needed.
Themes and Kinks: Master/Slave dynamic, Transformation, Fantasy, Magic, D&D adjacent
Cassius dabbed his fingertip to his tongue and then used it to turn the heavy parchment page. The grimoire was an ancient, dusty thing that he had acquired from a Wizard's library. The old fool must not have known what he had. Placing the book back on the stand, the young man scrutinized the sigil, making sure that every brush stroke matched the one in the stolen grimoire. At the center of the sigil was a small wooden cage containing a typical rat. The little animal idly groomed itself, unaware of the ritual being conducted around it.
Satisfied that the stage was set, Cassius began the incantation. He spoke the words in ancient elvish just as they were written, shaping each syllable as best he could with his human lips and tongue. There was a familiar tingling as reality twisted, a kind of static energy filled the air and the rat, sensing the supernatural shift, began to panic. The warlock continued his incantation, the swell of arcane power in the small study almost suffocating. Soon he reached the end of the page and the incantation ended, the strange energy that had filled the room dissipated in an instant, leaving only the warlock and his vermin subject.
Suddenly the caged rat began to change, it's body twisting, growing inside the small cage. In seconds the wooden bars of the cage snapped and splintered, the warlock looking on with rapt excitement. The transformation was rapid, the rodent growing in size and shape until it resembled some amalgamation of a rat and a human being. Cassius grinned with delight; his incantation had worked. Stepping into the circle, Cassius knelt over the distinctly female shape. She was still and her eyes closed, breathing rapid. It seemed the change had been quite taxing for the little creature. Raising his hand, Cassisus noted a phantasmal chain between his wrist and his freshly wrought familiar's neck. The arcane link faded when one tried to focus on it for too long, only visible to the master and his familiar. "Hello, creature." Cassius said softly, trying to rouse the familiar from her transformative coma. "I have so much for you to do." He said with a grin.
For this Plot I had it in mind that a warlock might transform his familiar into a humanoid form so that they might do more advanced tasks in his service. Naturally he discovers that this isn't the only thing he can use his familiar for. Before you ask- no, he's not going to bang the rat/animal form. I also do not want the familiar to be in anyway child-like. Ignorant of the human world would be ideal, needing to be taught things like table manners and things like that. I'm happy to make changes to this as well, including flipping roles (you playing the warlock, me playing the familiar.) or using different animals/fantasy creatures as the familiar's original form. I included a few images below to help with the imagination.
Rodent
Bat
Lizard
Frog 1, Frog 2
Cassius dabbed his fingertip to his tongue and then used it to turn the heavy parchment page. The grimoire was an ancient, dusty thing that he had acquired from a Wizard's library. The old fool must not have known what he had. Placing the book back on the stand, the young man scrutinized the sigil, making sure that every brush stroke matched the one in the stolen grimoire. At the center of the sigil was a small wooden cage containing a typical rat. The little animal idly groomed itself, unaware of the ritual being conducted around it.
Satisfied that the stage was set, Cassius began the incantation. He spoke the words in ancient elvish just as they were written, shaping each syllable as best he could with his human lips and tongue. There was a familiar tingling as reality twisted, a kind of static energy filled the air and the rat, sensing the supernatural shift, began to panic. The warlock continued his incantation, the swell of arcane power in the small study almost suffocating. Soon he reached the end of the page and the incantation ended, the strange energy that had filled the room dissipated in an instant, leaving only the warlock and his vermin subject.
Suddenly the caged rat began to change, it's body twisting, growing inside the small cage. In seconds the wooden bars of the cage snapped and splintered, the warlock looking on with rapt excitement. The transformation was rapid, the rodent growing in size and shape until it resembled some amalgamation of a rat and a human being. Cassius grinned with delight; his incantation had worked. Stepping into the circle, Cassius knelt over the distinctly female shape. She was still and her eyes closed, breathing rapid. It seemed the change had been quite taxing for the little creature. Raising his hand, Cassisus noted a phantasmal chain between his wrist and his freshly wrought familiar's neck. The arcane link faded when one tried to focus on it for too long, only visible to the master and his familiar. "Hello, creature." Cassius said softly, trying to rouse the familiar from her transformative coma. "I have so much for you to do." He said with a grin.
For this Plot I had it in mind that a warlock might transform his familiar into a humanoid form so that they might do more advanced tasks in his service. Naturally he discovers that this isn't the only thing he can use his familiar for. Before you ask- no, he's not going to bang the rat/animal form. I also do not want the familiar to be in anyway child-like. Ignorant of the human world would be ideal, needing to be taught things like table manners and things like that. I'm happy to make changes to this as well, including flipping roles (you playing the warlock, me playing the familiar.) or using different animals/fantasy creatures as the familiar's original form. I included a few images below to help with the imagination.
Rodent
Bat
Lizard
Frog 1, Frog 2
Themes and Kinks: Adultery, Mysticism, Fantasy, Royalty, Courtly Intrigue
Hey, mind if I put on a little music while you read this?
My inspiration for this plot is the historical figure Grigori Rasputin. He was a peasant who, through charisma and cons worked his way up to being a confidant for the last of the Russian Czars. He became close to the royal family due to his perceived ability to heal Tsarina Alexandra's son, Alexei, who suffered from hemophilia. He was assassinated by a group of Russian nobles who felt he had far too much power.
Hey, wake up. Wake up, history lesson is over.
I do not want to play as Rasputin. Rather, I would like to play as a mystical advisor to a fantasy royal family. A man who has somehow worked his way into the royal family's inner circle and seduces them into taking his advice on all manner of things. We can limit the plot to just the Advisor and a Queen/Empress character or we can include her (18+) offspring. Basically I would like to explore a story where a fantasy kingdom is surreptitiously controlled by a weirdo wizard who controls the Queen through sexual prowess and charm. I understand this is a loose plot idea, but I think it offers the framework that we can use to worldbuild. I do not expect to jump right into this one, but if you like fantasy, world building and courtly intrigue, please send me a message. I promise I'll try not to info dump about my favorite Russian mystic.
Hey, mind if I put on a little music while you read this?
My inspiration for this plot is the historical figure Grigori Rasputin. He was a peasant who, through charisma and cons worked his way up to being a confidant for the last of the Russian Czars. He became close to the royal family due to his perceived ability to heal Tsarina Alexandra's son, Alexei, who suffered from hemophilia. He was assassinated by a group of Russian nobles who felt he had far too much power.
Hey, wake up. Wake up, history lesson is over.
I do not want to play as Rasputin. Rather, I would like to play as a mystical advisor to a fantasy royal family. A man who has somehow worked his way into the royal family's inner circle and seduces them into taking his advice on all manner of things. We can limit the plot to just the Advisor and a Queen/Empress character or we can include her (18+) offspring. Basically I would like to explore a story where a fantasy kingdom is surreptitiously controlled by a weirdo wizard who controls the Queen through sexual prowess and charm. I understand this is a loose plot idea, but I think it offers the framework that we can use to worldbuild. I do not expect to jump right into this one, but if you like fantasy, world building and courtly intrigue, please send me a message. I promise I'll try not to info dump about my favorite Russian mystic.
Misc. Pairings I have no plot in mind for;
Preferred Role in Orange where it matters.
Dinosaur Anthro x Primitive Human
MILF Neighbor x Young man
Boss x Employee
Upperclass x Low Class
Empress/Queen x Advisor
Orc x Human
Robot/Android x Maker
Human Knight x Monster Girl
Monster Man x Knight Girl
Some interests include:
-Fantasy Races
-Breeding
-Anthro/Furry
-Size difference
-Blackmail
-Dub-Con
-Short Stacks
-Giving Anal
-Receiving Oral/Cock worship
Things I Will Not Do:
-Characters under 18
-Scat/Toilet play
-Excessive gore/Violence
-Vore
If you scrolled this far, thanks for reading. Hopefully you send me a message and we start putting together a really cool story. If not then, like, okay.
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