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As per my other thread, I am heavy on Kemonomimi/Puppygirl tiktok, and now I need an outlet for this interest where I can play the OC inumimi of my imagination, but, for this thread, I'm specifically looking for either both of our characters to be kemonomimi of some kind, or for MC to be inumimi and YC to be anthro/furry/monster. I won't say -no- to Inumimi x Human if I like the plot and we vibe of course, but it's just not what I am searching for specifically with this (Unless he's a human sometimes and then a werewolf others, or something like that)
My plots are all different between threads as well.
Keep an eye on my latests bumps because, sometimes, I'm gonna put new cravings in there!
My plots are all different between threads as well.
Keep an eye on my latests bumps because, sometimes, I'm gonna put new cravings in there!
So who the heck am I?
- You can call me Inumi, Or Inumimi.
- I've been writing for 20 years, and RPing for 8 years.
- I love to get creative and vivid with my descriptions and am looking for writing partners who express their prose in a similar manner. I'm not looking for novella, I'm capable of it, but I've found I feel most at home when my partner and I can hover around 400-700 words a post, with just a few outliers here and there when absolutely necessary. I teeter between daily or weekly posts, just depends on my muse and my availability.
- I love the 'classics'. Size difference where MC is smaller, MC being curvy (which could mean anything from hourglass with big bust, to being over all thicc, though I prefer to do chubby as opposed to fully plus-sized), Romance, D/s (MC submissive), Oral scenes (both ways), Clit-play, and smut smut smuuuuut~
Do I have any plot ideas? Well sure! Here are some now (though don't let that stop you from sharing yours~!)
S/p/l/i/t Love Adventuresโโ
MC is an adventurer, trying to make a name for herself. She's joined a party, she's going to do her best! However, unknownst to her, one of her travelling companions has a deep hidden affliction, a beastial change that affects them since as long as they can remember.
YC thought they had gotten a handle enough on it to be of use to people, to be a hero, but, it seems, when looking upon MC, lust is an unexpected trigger. The primal side over takes, consumes them, and then, takes her.
Will she know it's YC, and deal with the fall out of travelling with such a person who could ravage her at the drop of a hat, or, will YC exhaust her, that by the time YC is -them- again, self preservation kicks in, they conceals that YC was a part of it, and, simply cares for her tenderly as a unspoken apology for a secret they have no intention of revealing, wrapped in guilt, but desperate to keep hold of this shame of a righteous life, and for the woman their heart has set on to not slip from their fingers.
YC could maybe simply be a werewolf/werebeast where they were born with it, or maybe this demonic/possession/curse is a whole other spirit that resides inside YC that changes both body and forces their soul dormant for a time
A Great Destiny's Obligationsโโ
YC is a part of a prophecy, or, that's what the kingdom believes. They saved the realm, and they might have to save the world. So that YC had the right motivation, a wedding commences with a very special princess (I will elaborate more in PM's as I have some specific ideas but don't wanna overload this plot lol)
One believed to be a key to inspire YC's passion, the only problem is the royal heir is...less than willing...but it needs to be done, this union is a part of the fate, and YC will do whatever they can to save the world...They may not be without guilt, but they can do their best to make MC...comfortable after they do what needs to be done.
Gladiator's Love For A Courtesanโโ
The hierarchy between Gladiator and Slave in minute, both are captured, both are kept, and both in a way, serve, however, keeping the violent entertainers 'happy', to a modest extent, so, they get assigned 'bed warmers'. MC was freshly spirited away for such a 'forced career', if we add ABO dynamic then it could be because she is an omega, and if not, I have other ideas as to why her. YC could have a number of responses. He could indulge in the colosseum keeper's 'gift' for him and then becomes possessive, or he could resist as he finds it as deplorable as his own imprisonment, but claims to them that he enjoyed himself and doesn't want her sent to anyone, if an effort to 'save her' (until perhaps she goes into heat and he can no longer hold back'. Could end up where he earns his freedom and demands her to keep as his prize, or he plots an escape and takes her with him. Adventure or Fantasy slice of life both optional.
How do I like to spice up a roleplay? What seasoning do I refuse to add?
Take a look at my (NSFW) F-list! The fave's are -mostly- mandatory (specifically the custom ones and kemonomimi are 'needs') while the No's are non-negotiable, please take a look before messaging me!
--Not face claims--, at least for MC, but some visual inspiration. ALL LINKS NSFW.
Tiger and puppy
Dog and Wolf
Cat for my dog girl?
On a leash
Tied up pup
Lioness
Cat and croc(?)
MLP
MLP 2
Wild in the wilds
Tiger and puppy
Dog and Wolf
Cat for my dog girl?
On a leash
Tied up pup
Lioness
Cat and croc(?)
MLP
MLP 2
Wild in the wilds
How about some samples of my writing?~
Be aware, the character design I describe in these scenes is also the character I would be playing in any RP!
A pure ivory hand turned the knob to a two bedroom home.
This home did not belong to the person whom entered, though, she was told to settle in as if it was, with the natural no-no's one would expect by someone in her...position.
'Puppy doesn't go into rooms with a closed door.'
Her floppy tricornes ears flicked, the top of the canine lobes the same cherry shade as her hair, while the inside was a deep cream, matching that of her pale skin.
Penny Tova closed the door behind herself, her usually curly Shiba tail, also of strawberry and whipped cream coloring, was turned down in curiosity as she looked about the silent abode. Everything in sight was rather plain, clean but simple, should have been serene, but as she took another step into the place, her heart could not have been thundering any louder.
The excitement from enacting this plan together, of the incoming scene, had her freckled cheeks lit up with a apple hue, her face sizzling.
She was really inside Wyatt's home.
The man she'd had so many...meaningful interactions with online, him providing her a type of freedom most in the inumimi community would judge and demean, while he indulged and encouraged.
She could still hardly believe when she revealed where she was moving to for a new job, that his reply was to share that was within blocks of where he also lived, and now, finally, their trysts and confidant status could be elevated to something Penny thought that only she desired until he showed his interest too.
She blinked, pushing her glasses of circles up along the bridge of her caramel dotted nose, and focused up.
Thanking the ether for her luck could come later, now, she needed to get ready.
She placed her over night bag, a pretty suit case with studio Ghibli designs all around it, in the corner of the living room, before going down the hall to search for open doors.
The hourglass woman bit her tongue as she looked to the closed knobs, tempted to reach out, even for just a harmless peek, but with a shake of her head and a resolve for obedience, she marched to the cracked door and entered a bedroom.
Her pale malachite gaze zeroed in on a item, clearly laid out for her, on a bed.
A bright cyan band, her favorite color, and a gold heart shaped locket...a collar.
Her heart skipped and her tail lifted into its full cinnamon roll curl. She skipped right over to it, her peony lips stretched into a smile as she picked up the item, and, with a giddy giggle, she stepped in place at the little 'think tink' sound from picking it up, realizing the heart pendant was also a bell.
Gods, it was perfect.
She put on the item with a sort of fidgeting glee one would think she had been handed a diamond ring, needing to wince and squirm when the buckle got caught on her medium length rosy hair from her moving too fast.
It was like drinking a double shot expresso, suddenly her brain just, -activated-.
She scurried around the home, the little bell 'tink tinking' the whole time, her dual color tail swinging joyfully and almost knocking into things, but thankfully there was nothing breakable about and she righted anything she knocked into.
Then, eventually, she heard the door knock, and knew she had a few seconds to 'get in place.'
The scene was about to begin.
She was about to see him, to feel him, to be trained by him, and, to be pampered by him.
Penny rushed, sliding on the carpet a little bit as though a baseball player making for a base, while the mechanism of the lock 'clicked', and there she was, waiting to welcome Daddy home.
Her outfit was sparse.
She wore her glasses of course, and a clip-on bow at the top back of her maroon head, black sheer with two little tails that reached a few inches past the bow itself, then fingerless black gloves, which on each palm, there was an adorable plush puppy paw shaped padding attached, then knee high black socks, which, just like the gloves, at the ball of her feet, there was soft toe-bean designs stitched into the stockings, and then finally, the collar she had been gifted.
Nothing else obscured her body.
Her busty and thick hipped figure was on her knees, her hands balled up in-between her thighs to press into the floor, with her bum on the heels of her feet, her sultry private areas feeling the cool breeze from the air conditioner.
Penny's arms squeezed either side of her developed pillowy chest, pressing the cushiony globes till the circles were more like ovals, and the emphasis leading the eye down the slopes of her sides and her peachy bottom, to appreciate the alps of sensuality.
Topping these vanilla cakes was the gumdrop of her nipples, and, surrounding the sweet peeks, was her candy-heart areola. If her light green bespectacled eyes did not reflect affection enough, certainly the heart eyes of her breasts would do the job
Her tail wagged to the point it made a gentle 'swish' sound and her droopy but fuzzy ears flinched at the tips. Her whole face burned she could nearly feel steam coming up and off her skin.
The cinnamon spots of her face matched that which littered her shoulders.
Her complexion giving the puppy a confectionary deliciousness, invoking thoughts of vanilla, strawberry, and caramel formed into a hourglass frame, as though crafted by some lewd hungry god.
Penny stared up with lime owl eyes, and waited expectantly.
This home did not belong to the person whom entered, though, she was told to settle in as if it was, with the natural no-no's one would expect by someone in her...position.
'Puppy doesn't go into rooms with a closed door.'
Her floppy tricornes ears flicked, the top of the canine lobes the same cherry shade as her hair, while the inside was a deep cream, matching that of her pale skin.
Penny Tova closed the door behind herself, her usually curly Shiba tail, also of strawberry and whipped cream coloring, was turned down in curiosity as she looked about the silent abode. Everything in sight was rather plain, clean but simple, should have been serene, but as she took another step into the place, her heart could not have been thundering any louder.
The excitement from enacting this plan together, of the incoming scene, had her freckled cheeks lit up with a apple hue, her face sizzling.
She was really inside Wyatt's home.
The man she'd had so many...meaningful interactions with online, him providing her a type of freedom most in the inumimi community would judge and demean, while he indulged and encouraged.
She could still hardly believe when she revealed where she was moving to for a new job, that his reply was to share that was within blocks of where he also lived, and now, finally, their trysts and confidant status could be elevated to something Penny thought that only she desired until he showed his interest too.
She blinked, pushing her glasses of circles up along the bridge of her caramel dotted nose, and focused up.
Thanking the ether for her luck could come later, now, she needed to get ready.
She placed her over night bag, a pretty suit case with studio Ghibli designs all around it, in the corner of the living room, before going down the hall to search for open doors.
The hourglass woman bit her tongue as she looked to the closed knobs, tempted to reach out, even for just a harmless peek, but with a shake of her head and a resolve for obedience, she marched to the cracked door and entered a bedroom.
Her pale malachite gaze zeroed in on a item, clearly laid out for her, on a bed.
A bright cyan band, her favorite color, and a gold heart shaped locket...a collar.
Her heart skipped and her tail lifted into its full cinnamon roll curl. She skipped right over to it, her peony lips stretched into a smile as she picked up the item, and, with a giddy giggle, she stepped in place at the little 'think tink' sound from picking it up, realizing the heart pendant was also a bell.
Gods, it was perfect.
She put on the item with a sort of fidgeting glee one would think she had been handed a diamond ring, needing to wince and squirm when the buckle got caught on her medium length rosy hair from her moving too fast.
It was like drinking a double shot expresso, suddenly her brain just, -activated-.
She scurried around the home, the little bell 'tink tinking' the whole time, her dual color tail swinging joyfully and almost knocking into things, but thankfully there was nothing breakable about and she righted anything she knocked into.
Then, eventually, she heard the door knock, and knew she had a few seconds to 'get in place.'
The scene was about to begin.
She was about to see him, to feel him, to be trained by him, and, to be pampered by him.
Penny rushed, sliding on the carpet a little bit as though a baseball player making for a base, while the mechanism of the lock 'clicked', and there she was, waiting to welcome Daddy home.
Her outfit was sparse.
She wore her glasses of course, and a clip-on bow at the top back of her maroon head, black sheer with two little tails that reached a few inches past the bow itself, then fingerless black gloves, which on each palm, there was an adorable plush puppy paw shaped padding attached, then knee high black socks, which, just like the gloves, at the ball of her feet, there was soft toe-bean designs stitched into the stockings, and then finally, the collar she had been gifted.
Nothing else obscured her body.
Her busty and thick hipped figure was on her knees, her hands balled up in-between her thighs to press into the floor, with her bum on the heels of her feet, her sultry private areas feeling the cool breeze from the air conditioner.
Penny's arms squeezed either side of her developed pillowy chest, pressing the cushiony globes till the circles were more like ovals, and the emphasis leading the eye down the slopes of her sides and her peachy bottom, to appreciate the alps of sensuality.
Topping these vanilla cakes was the gumdrop of her nipples, and, surrounding the sweet peeks, was her candy-heart areola. If her light green bespectacled eyes did not reflect affection enough, certainly the heart eyes of her breasts would do the job
Her tail wagged to the point it made a gentle 'swish' sound and her droopy but fuzzy ears flinched at the tips. Her whole face burned she could nearly feel steam coming up and off her skin.
The cinnamon spots of her face matched that which littered her shoulders.
Her complexion giving the puppy a confectionary deliciousness, invoking thoughts of vanilla, strawberry, and caramel formed into a hourglass frame, as though crafted by some lewd hungry god.
Penny stared up with lime owl eyes, and waited expectantly.
Another delicious helping of 'good girl' from his deep voice aided the fuel to her determination to keep Penny's cheeks over-filled with the stuffing of his manhood in her voice-box. Her shoulders jerked, her instincts telling her to pull off for fear the huge thing might somehow get stuck inside her or she might pass out from lack of oxygen.
Her paw-gloved hands grabbed his testes, one palm cradling each bundle with her fingers undulating and massaging the cum-makers while she continued to gag on him passionately, "Gluk~ Guk~ Ulck~ Guk Guk~"
His acclaim to her taking in the whole thing was like a little imaginary gold medal he had placed around her neck. Satisfaction in her achievement and his praise, all of his praise.
Her brain was in a fog while she lightly bobbed her maroon head to add a bit more motion.
Her lips came off the base of his stem about 1/3 of an inch before she pushed forward right back to boop her nose with his powerful pelvic V.
Shallow strokes yet the back and forth, back and forth, of her head still allowed every inch of that veiny hard trunk to be rubbed up and down and all around.
Her floppy ears twitched, the right one standing straight for a half second before flopping over at the tip like usual, the cogs of her mind a bit slower with the lack of air making her subspace mind all the more loopy then it already was in this libidinous form of freedom through submission.
She was so overstimulated, in the best of ways, that her tail that drifted left and right haphazardly briefly lost it's normal trajectory in order to hop up and down.
Her mind eventually comprehended the full meaning of his question and her own desire, the tweak of his fingers pulling on her gumdrops, making sure her fire was a full blaze, she,
Shluuuuuuuuuuuuurp,
sucked from the back of her throat while she pulled her head away from his pubic area.
Every section of his salacious idol that escaped her tugging gums was left to gleam from the lather of her translucent spit, leaving him lathered.
Further and further, she pulled herself off him. His shape in the front of her neck withdrawing slowly until her tongue was caressing the bottom of his mushroom tip in a brief farewell and she, "Ah~!" Gasped for air, tears and slobber having left wet paths down her face.
Perverse and needy and slap-happy when she looked up to him, panting with all her might in desperation to fill her aching lungs.
Even though his saliva dripping cock was out of her lips she kept her face close, clearly not trying to flee from the monster appendage regardless of her throat already feeling sore, letting the head nudge and rest over her cheek, and her hot skin sizzling into him.
"Please fuck my face Daddy~" Simple, straight forward, and desperately wanton.
Her paw-gloved hands grabbed his testes, one palm cradling each bundle with her fingers undulating and massaging the cum-makers while she continued to gag on him passionately, "Gluk~ Guk~ Ulck~ Guk Guk~"
His acclaim to her taking in the whole thing was like a little imaginary gold medal he had placed around her neck. Satisfaction in her achievement and his praise, all of his praise.
Her brain was in a fog while she lightly bobbed her maroon head to add a bit more motion.
Her lips came off the base of his stem about 1/3 of an inch before she pushed forward right back to boop her nose with his powerful pelvic V.
Shallow strokes yet the back and forth, back and forth, of her head still allowed every inch of that veiny hard trunk to be rubbed up and down and all around.
Her floppy ears twitched, the right one standing straight for a half second before flopping over at the tip like usual, the cogs of her mind a bit slower with the lack of air making her subspace mind all the more loopy then it already was in this libidinous form of freedom through submission.
She was so overstimulated, in the best of ways, that her tail that drifted left and right haphazardly briefly lost it's normal trajectory in order to hop up and down.
Her mind eventually comprehended the full meaning of his question and her own desire, the tweak of his fingers pulling on her gumdrops, making sure her fire was a full blaze, she,
Shluuuuuuuuuuuuurp,
sucked from the back of her throat while she pulled her head away from his pubic area.
Every section of his salacious idol that escaped her tugging gums was left to gleam from the lather of her translucent spit, leaving him lathered.
Further and further, she pulled herself off him. His shape in the front of her neck withdrawing slowly until her tongue was caressing the bottom of his mushroom tip in a brief farewell and she, "Ah~!" Gasped for air, tears and slobber having left wet paths down her face.
Perverse and needy and slap-happy when she looked up to him, panting with all her might in desperation to fill her aching lungs.
Even though his saliva dripping cock was out of her lips she kept her face close, clearly not trying to flee from the monster appendage regardless of her throat already feeling sore, letting the head nudge and rest over her cheek, and her hot skin sizzling into him.
"Please fuck my face Daddy~" Simple, straight forward, and desperately wanton.
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