- Call me Dusk
- 27 years old Fuck, I feel old. - Avid Roleplayer for 7 years now
- 200-1000 words per reply
- Can usually reply at least once per day
- FxF, FxFxF, FxTF, FxTfxTF, FxFxTF are my preferred pairings
- I am very okay with OOC chatting/yapping
- I am a Switch who leans Dom
K I N K S
Y E S - Bondage | Hypnosis/Mind Control | Ass/Body Worship | Anal | | Scifi/Aliens | Orgasm Control/Denial | NonCon/DubCon | Bimbos | Body Transformation | Findom (purely in RP obviously) | Magic/Spells/Fantasy | Animal-Girl Hybrids (Like Catgirls)
M A Y B E - Pet Play | Rimming | A2M | Gore (of any kind)
N O- Toilet Stuff | Vore | Furries | Body Hair/Sweat | Extreme Bodily Harm | Anything that blurs the line on age
You were thrilled to have gotten off work an hour early, and you were looking forward to spending the night glued to the couch, perhaps with a bottle of wine and some sushi, as you let the night waste away. You practically kicked the front door down as soon as you had gotten home, throwing your purse and keys off to the side and kicking off your shoes before stomping up to your room to get changed into more comfortable clothes. You already had Uber Eats open on your phone by the time you were changed into sweats and a t-shirt, but before ordering you decided to be nice and check if your roommate Gwen wanted anything. She was never the biggest fan of sushi, but you figured she could maybe want some tempura shrimp or something, so you marched down the hall and swung her door open, ready to chat and ask what she wanted... But as your head popped into the room, your body froze, and you couldn't formulate words. Your eyes could not comprehend what they were looking at, or who or what they saw sitting in the chair at Gwen's computer desk. It looked like a human, but their body was covered entirely from head to toe in a strange, shiny material with what almost looked like a much smaller motorcycle helmet over their head, which you saw connected to Gwen's computer from multiple cables. As your eyes drifted to the screen, you saw thousands of lines of code flying by, and you couldn't make sense of it. You were never a computer nerd, but you didn't think Gwen was either. With a mixture of fear and curiosity pumping through your veins, you slowly approached the desk, and once close enough you cautiously poked the helmet... And then it spoke.
"Unit G-023 is currently undergoing its daily Scheduled Maintenance Programming, and it is not to be interrupted or disturbed during this time. Estimated time until Scheduled Maintenance Programming is complete: 13 minutes and 44 seconds. Слава Родине."
Did that... thing... just speak Russian? And where was Gwen? Is IT Gwen? And if so, why was this Gwen? What had she done... You couldn't muster up the courage to unplug it, as you did worry about what may happen to her if you did, if it was Gwen. You also didn't want to abandon your friend, so you nervously sat on the edge of Gwen's bed, putting dinner on hold as you impatiently waited for "Unit G-023" to finish its maintenance programming...
A Whole New Planet for Humanity to Ruin
The year is 2121, and Earth is... not doing well. Corporate greed has resulted in much of the planet's clean drinking water to become toxic due to the levels of plastic in it, and much of the planet's major resources and elements are being used up at record rates. The number of trees is so low that many first world countries are encouraging people to own oxygen tanks and advanced air filtration systems in their homes, just as an extra level of precaution. As a result, the same greedy corporations are funding a deep space exploration mission to find a new planet for humans. Thus, we have Operation S.H.F.I., sponsored by The Coca Cola Company. S.H.F.I. in this instance standing for "Save Humanity From Itself", which Coca Cola is also using as part of their most recent publicity campaign.
Don't you just LOVE trillion dollar companies?
Regardless of how awful the situation is, or how pathetic these billionaires in suits are, they are paying me and several hundred explorers to travel far beyond the Milky Way Galaxy in search of what may be the next home of humanity. The ship we're on is enormous, roughly the size of six football arenas smashed together. No expense was paid in getting this mission off the ground and going, and fortunately none of us had to lift a finger until a potential planet was found. 99% of the people on board stayed in cryostasis, while the captain and a highly advanced AI program scanned every planet that we came even remotely close to. Finally, after 277 days in cryostasis, traveling over a million lightyears away from home, the AI program found a potential planet. It had an almost identical atmosphere, and long range scans showed it to have massive oceans and large continental bodies of land. The best part was the fact that it was approximately 2.7 times the size of earth. When we were all woken up, we were approximately 23 hours away from landing, and we were all excited to begin exploring, studying, and establishing the very first colony, which is set to be named CCC-001 (Coca Cola Colony).
Surely this planet won't have any dangerous or powerful forms of alien life that can enslave and entrance us, right??
Expect this scene to have a focus on things like: aliens, mind control, body transformation, species transformation, etc.
Invasion of the Phallic Parasites!
Kim, a 24 year old paralegal in New York City, was forever to be known as "Patient Zero" for an invasive species of powerful, horny parasites. It originated as just one, which was hibernating within a small football sized hunk of space rock that found itself hurtling towards Earth, conveniently landing on the outskirts of her Dad's hunting property in Montana when Kim was staying with them for the weekend. Her dad actually found the hunk of space rock and brought it back to the house to show the family, who all thought it was really cool. Kim didn't care that much about it ultimately, as it was "just a rock and nothing special" to her. Later that night, after the rest of the family had long since gone to bed, Gwen found herself pacing around in the living room while on the phone. She was talking with her roommate(s) in the city about how she'd send over her portion of rent in the morning, and the conversation slowly changed to the moon rock, which was sitting above the fireplace now like some sort of trophy. Kim's friends were more interested in the rock than she was, so to satisfy them she posed next to the rock and decided to take a selfie for them. In doing so, she accidentally bumped her elbow into it, knocking it to the ground and causing it to split in two. She was pissed at herself for breaking it, mostly because she knew that she'd NEVER hear the end of it from her dad. However, that wasn't the thing on her mind at the moment... It was the fact that the middle of the space rock was emitting a strange neon green glow, unlike anything she had ever seen before. She set her call down on the spot where the rock was, and knelt down to check it out. As she picked up the two halves of rock, a strange green goo poured out onto the floor, alongside a strange... thing... that looked like a worm. It was 5 inches long, about as thick as a hot dog, and wiggling ever so slightly. She was immediately grossed out, but still found herself slowly reaching forward to poke it... And as soon as her finger made contact, her body went numb, and she slumped over onto her side. She was still conscious and could breathe normally, but she could not physically move any of her limbs or appendages. The neon green worm finally moved, slithering between Kim's legs and shooting itself up her asshole... Where the parasitic creature would now claim as its home. Over the next couple of minutes, the parasite sank its hooks into Kim's interior flesh, making removal almost impossible. As it did this, it also pumped more of the green ooze into Kim's body, dragging her into a chemically induced trance... Where the parasite had temporary control over her body, making Kim pick up the two halves of rock, lick them clean, and then lick the floor clean as well. It piloted Kim to the kitchen and had her wash the rock pieces out, erasing any evidence, before returning the two halves to the living room... and returning control to Kim, freed from the trance, but no recollection of the goo or her body being invaded.
When Kim came to, she was just standing there in a daze... It felt like something was wrong, but she could not remember it, nor did she see or feel anything wrong, aside from the fact that she broke the rock. She grabbed the phone and apologized to her roommates, explaining how she broke the space rock and had to sweep up the tiny bits that broke off. The phone call ended shortly after that explanation, and Kim scurried upstairs to sleep... But as she slept, the parasite was busy at work within her body... Spreading fibers of itself all throughout the inside of her body... Attaching to all organs, eyes, and even her brain, where many fibers went. The parasite wanted to be able to manipulate what its host saw, felt, thought, and experienced when it needed to... It would not be able to puppet her body for more than a couple of minutes for the time being, but it would not really ever need more time than that. When all is said and done, and the host is fully integrated, the parasite will not need to provide much guidance to Kim, who will be a blissfully controlled slave host by then, acting on her own new, twisted desires that just so happen to benefit the parasite... And as a treat to the lovely host, the parasite had Gwen's sleeping hand slide down between her legs, gently fingering herself in her sleep for hours, and hours, and hours...
Over the next few days, Gwen never noticed a thing, despite many more internal changes being made. The parasite had rerouted her body as to no longer produce "waste" out of the butt, which meant it's home would not be interrupted. The parasite also established its fibers across Kim's entire body, but of course it could not and did not desire to just puppet her around like a machine. Instead, the parasite was growing... Not just its body was growing, but something new for Kim was growing as well. Out from her ass, a sleek, shiny patch of neon green slithered up and into her vagina, and now both holes were claimed for the parasite, and it worked tirelessly to keep Kim none the wiser. By the time Gwen had left her parents in Montana and returned to her roommates in New York City, both holes down below were infiltrated and home to the parasite, which now was only seen outside the body if someone happened to look between Kim's nude legs and see a body tight patch of neon green skin that encompassed around her ass and all around her vagina, clit and all. Kim was manipulated mentally to not think anything of this, and whenever she showed to be obedient and accepting of the programming, the parasite rewarded her with a powerful burst of sexual stimulation. The last transformation to Kim's body for the time being came one fateful night, where she naturally got horny and decided to watch porn. The parasite flooded her with endorphins and did everything it could to make Kim as needy and horny as possible, to the point where she was blinded by it. At this point, Kim's mind was more of a sex drunk haze than anything, and it's now that the parasite allowed for a new appendage to grow out of Gwen's body... From between her legs, in the space of skin between her ass and vagina, a neon green set of cock and testicles slowly extended out, rising to full height almost immediately. The cock, aside from the fact it was neon green, was unlike anything Kim had seen before... And instead of being horrified by its sudden growth, the sex crazed Kim was amazed, and began to stroke it immediately. It was at least 12 whole inches long, and as thick around as her wrist, with a flared tip similar to a horse's cock, and had a wide knot in the middle as well. Kim was a being possessed, stroking her new cock with both hands, pumping wildly and with pure desire... The motion of it was rubbing her pussy as well, only amplifying the pleasure she felt and making her more horny and crazed. Finally, her new cock erupted with a thick, neon green goo that shot way up above her head, landing all over her face, chest, legs, computer chair, desk, and on the floor around her. Kim was truly and utterly exhausted, and smiled as her new cock retracted back into the slim green patch of skin between her legs... Before the high of crazed sex could wear off, the parasite made Kim go around and lick up every drop of cum... Making sure the room was spotless before having its host go soundly to sleep...
With all tests of the new host and their integration going exceptionally well, the parasite could now move onto its true purpose: reproduction. Whenever it can get Kim to fuck another woman with this new thick cock, when Kim cums, she will of course release the neon cum, but also a small green egg into the womb... Where a new parasite will grow, taking over the infected in an opposite order than it had gotten Kim... Their minds will be linked into a single hive network, and those two will work to become four infected... Then eight infected... sixteen... thirty-two... sixty-four... And so on until all of humanity is hopefully taken over and assimilated into a grand hive mind network~
Obviously this kind of plot isn't for everyone, and I don't expect it to be. But SURELY someone else out there must be a freak for aliens and futa cocks, right??? If so, you know how to find me~
If the SCP Foundation Only Caught Sexual Entities..
Elizabeth had quickly made a name for herself as one of the top young psychologists in the country, having been personally selected to interview and delve into the minds of multiple serial killers and terrorists. She has been able to extract information from both that have saved lives, and because of her accomplishments, she was suddenly approached by lawyers for a company known as Oracle. Not much is truly known about what Oracle even does, but a global value of 1.7 Trillion Dollars means that whatever they do, it is extremely important to the world. The Lawyers offered a lucrative job to Elizabeth, over half a million dollars as a base salary per year, as long as she signed on the dotted line of the employment contract, and on the NDA. She asked what they needed her to do, but her question was met with effectively a cold shoulder. They said that they could not disclose the details of what Oracle does or what they need Elizabeth to do until she has signed. This made Elizabeth more curious than anything, so with a smirk she signed just the NDA, but not yet the contract, and then sat back and waited for some answers. Begrudgingly, the lawyers loosened their ties and gave her a few details... Basically, they said that Oracle is a global effort to secure, contain, and protect the people of Earth from various monsters, entities, and anomalies that pose varying levels of threat to humanity. Elizabeth first laughed it off and assumed that this was all some elaborate prank, but the lawyers assured her otherwise and offered to take her to one of Oracle's black site locations to see what they have captured and contained. Since Elizabeth had nothing better to do, she agreed to go with them, and got into the blacked out Mercedes SUV with them. After a 20ish minute drive, they arrived at a seemingly abandoned construction site, and Elizabeth started to get a bit worried. However, the lawyers soon led her into an elevator that traveled down... and down... and down... and down... before the door finally opened into hallways with hundreds of individuals rushing by. Doctors, security, scientists... Elizabeth was shocked by the number of people down here, but the best was yet to come. They brought Elizabeth to an observation and requested "Specimen X-373" for viewing. After a few minutes of strange noises and humming, the one way glass of the far wall illuminated a room on the opposite side, a large room that was mostly just a giant pool of water, with a small stretch of land containing a bed, and a table with two chairs. Elizabeth approached the glass to get a better view, and just as though it was fresh out of a horror movie, a bizarre, feminine looking aquatic creature leaped out of the water and dove at the mirror. It could not get through, of course, but it still made Elizabeth jump and fall back on her ass. The lawyers explained that the creature that looks like a "demonic mermaid" is in fact a siren, a highly deadly and manipulative creature that roams the ocean looking for stray sailors, wreckage, and so on. It took Elizabeth a few moments to compose her thoughts, and to figure out that what she was looking at is real... The claw marks on the glass sold it for her, and in the end, Elizabeth snatched the contract and pen from the lawyers and signed on...
Why is That Plant Trying to Fuck Us???
After four long, damp, grueling months in the most humid and wet place any human could ever imagine being, enduring mosquitos and bugs unlike anything you could imagine, and having to constantly avoid big cats and the infamous giant anacondas, you finally had a breakthrough. A flower, a brand new one that has never before been seen or documented. Right now, unfortunately it is just the bud of a flower, but boy is it massive. The closed bulb is approximately 30 inches wide and 54 inches tall, with a very light lavender purple color to it, with large green leaves surrounding it. This specimen was unlike anything you could've imagined, and your mind was racing from the possibilities that would come to you from this.
But first, you needed to relocate the specimen.
Doing so would be extremely difficult, due to the sheer size of the plant. You camped out close to it off several days as most of your team traveled out to acquire additional help and supplies, mostly equipment that could be used to have the flower replanted in new soil and literally flown out of the jungle, en route to your state of the art floral facility. It was part of a government grant you were awarded, and you're already dreaming of the bonuses you'll get for this historic find. When the crew finally turned, helicopter en route, you and the team carefully dug out the plant and replanted it in a large steel cube container with plenty of its own soil, along with as much rain and river water as you could store. And when the helicopter finally arrived, you were hooked up alongside the specimen and hoisted up into the air, slowly raised and brought into the heli before being flown back to the states.
It was a bit of a worry towards the end of your journey home, but everything seemed to go off without any issues. Once back at your facility, your personal staff aided you in carefully unloading the plant into a biome carefully crafted to simulate weather conditions of the Amazon, from the soil content to the chemical makeup of the rain and the humidity. Everyone was in awe of the plant, especially the size and weight behind it. Nobody could've imagined a flower this size, let alone one that was almost 100 pounds. Once it was replanted in its new biome, the team gathered around it and took a group photo to commemorate this monumental moment, before packing up for the night and heading out for drinks to celebrate.
The one thing nobody knew, not even you, was the fact that this flower... Was so much more than just an ordinary flower. In reality, this flower is alive, similarly to you and I. It is known as an Alraune, a female variant of a mandrake from ancient mythology. The Alraune is a being that is both predatory and hypersexual, as it releases a syrup naturally that is incredibly potent in its effect on a human who consumes it. The sweet nectar will drive the human who consumes it into an ever increasing state of arousal, and the pollen spores of the Alraune, when inhaled by a human, will work in tandem with the syrup to cloud the human mind, making their free will and resistance more of an afterthought. In many cases, the Alraune will keep the human as a slave for which it can feed on their sexual fluids and energy. In very rare cases however, the Alraune will lure a human, typically a woman, into climbing into the inner pot of nectar alongside it... At which point the two will engage in fiery sex as the flower closes around them, and a state of assimilation begins as the female human is slowly warped into another Alraune, with the two within one flower forming a Liliraune. Together, the two would work to lure more women into consuming nectar, and into engaging in sexual acts with them.
But of course, an Alraune won't just expose it's true self for anyone now. I did mention that it is predatory in nature, and it will only reveal its true form if it believes that it and the human target are completely alone…
The Shy Girl Wins Her Very Own Mail Order Wife~
The email you received... Surely it was too good to be true, right?
"Congratulations! You have been selected to win an all expenses paid, custom built and designed, robo-wife! To claim your prize in approximatly 4-6 weeks, please provide us with the following information for your Robo-Wife:
Desired Aesthetic
Height
Hair Color(s)
Bust Size
Sub or Dom Personality
Sexual Experience
If you hadn't been drinking that night, perhaps you would've ignored the email entirely. But your drunken mind was also quite horny, so you both mentally and physically said "fuck it" and decided to fill out the form they provided. You weren't thinking about the reprocussions, like the fact that it could be an obvious scam or international freaks who are now going to show up at your front door and harvest a kidney. Truthfully, you were only thinking between your legs, fantasizing about what "your dream robo-wife" would even look like. Once you had styled and customized it to your desires, you hit submit while giggling, and promptly forgot about it by the following morning.
Five weeks later however, you arrived home after a lengthy day of classes/work to discover a large 6 foot tall wooden crate sitting outside your front door. Your first thought was that it was surely a case of a package going to the wrong address, but low and behold it was your name and address on the shipping label. The return address said it was from "MateMaker, LLC" which wasn't ringing any bells in your mind. You discovered immediately that the crate was quite heavy, just over 200 pounds including the wood. "What the fuck did I drunkenly order??" you thought to yourself as you stood back, trying to figure out how you would get it inside. Finally, you just opted to brute force it in: opening the front door as much as possible, and then tipping it over onto it side so that it was now half in the house. From there, you could at least drag it the rest of the way in and shut the door. Just getting it into your living room was a hellacious endeavor, and you were exhausted just from that. You almost didn't care to know what was inside by this point, but there was also no point keeping it in your living room, so you said "fuck it" once more and worked on removing the front lid. You had to run downstairs and borrow a crowbar from the buildings maintenance man Lenny to open it, but once you got all of the nails off and slid the lid to the side, your jaw dropped to the floor at what you saw: it looked like a person, but it clearly wasn't alive. It was a body sculpted by the gods, curvy and sexy and... wait a minute... Why was this thing sent to you again?
You paused for a moment, trying to rack your brain and figure this thing out. It took a few minutes, but it did finally hit you: that f*cking drunk email. It was all slowly coming back to you, and as your eyes frantically scanned the humanoid thing in the box, you realized that it was exactly what you had requested, down to the very last detail. You truly could not believe it, poking at its face and body, marveling at how lifelike it felt. A sheet of paper on the inside of the lid said to "place your hand on stomach to activate", and with nothing to lose you did exactly that. There was a warmth and a strange tingle in your hand for a few seconds, and then suddenly, it came to life. The light of life going into its eyes as it slowly sat up with a soft smile on its face, head turning slowly to face you..
"Hello! My creation ID is Unit W-02-395, and you have been registered into a state of matrimony with me. Please, select a prompt to continue the setup procedure, or say "skip for now" to have this Unit boot up in "Robot Mode" for the time being."
The Party Doesn't End When The Drugged Up & Horny Roommates Get Home..
Emma was sound asleep in her bed when her roomates, two rave obsessed fiends in Amanda and Gwen, burst through the front door still reeling from a combination of alcohol and designer drugs. They "tried" to be quiet, but they turned out to still be quite loud as they giggled their way up the stairs... and into Emma's bedroom. They found her sound asleep, and in the moment decided to play a little prank on their friend. Gwen slipped away to her bedroom, and returned moments later with leather restraints, which they carefully fastened around Emma's wrists and ankles, then tying around the bed posts. Next, they giggle as they carefully pull her blanket off, and find Emma sleeping in just a t-shirt, no panties... Which puts her thick girl cock on full display for them both. The girls didn't know at the time, but some of the drugs they took at the rave included potent aphrodisiacs that now have them feeling very, very horny. Seeing Emma's cock, they almost can't control themselves... Amanda climbs into the bed, kneeling between Emma's legs, and begins to suck her cock. This naturally wakes Emma up, who is confused and scared by the restraints, as anyone in her position would be. Gwen, slightly panicking, rips her panties off and opts to sit on Emma's face, acting to both silence their roommate and get her own pleasure.
While it may be true that Amanda and Gwen love their roommate Emma, they are too mentally blinded by the drugs and alcohol in their body to think straight, leading to what will become a hot and horny night for all 3... Emma may be hesitant, but the nonstop stimulation, and eventual realization of who is doing all of this to her, will lead to Emma becoming complicit in the wild night of sex that these three women are about to share...
Dying for Love, and Dying to Be Taken Advantage Of
Despite Grace's friend group being made up almost entirely of lesbians, Grace herself was admittedly still a bit trapped in the closet. She came from a very religious upbringing, and as a result she was afraid of her family finding out about what she truly craved and desired. She has dated boys in the past to keep a facade up with them, but Grace never actually liked or loved any of them. Hell, she never even had sex with any of them. Despite still being in college, Grace worried that she was destined to a life of either compromising and marrying a man, or ending up loveless and alone. She declined into a bit of a femcel, and turned to alcohol and porn late in the evenings as outlets for her pent up discomforts and frustration. One Saturday afternoon however, her group of friends invites her to join them at a club that evening. Grace was immediately nervous and skeptical, as she knew they frequented lesbian-only nightclubs and bars in the city on a weekly basis. Grace just wasn't sure if she was ready for such a commitment, but in the end after multiple attempts to nag and playfully pressure her, Grace agreed to go. Deep down, she knew that this would at least be more socially acceptable than getting drunk and watching porn for 6 hours in her dorm room...
This night will be a very special one for Grace. Not only will she slowly begin to come out of her shell, she'll go right off the deep end, and into the arms of a tall, sexy, and dominant woman who sees Grace as both a pet to be nurtured, and a toy to be played with. But who is this woman going to be? A professor on campus who has to work with Grace to keep their engagements a secret? Someone who knows Grace's parents well, and blackmails Grace for sexual favors and games in exchange for keeping the silence on Grace's little lesbian secret? Maybe she's a wealthy CEO worth millions who enjoys having someone small and more innocent than her to spoil and take frustrations of the day out on? The possibilities for Grace are truly endless...
Opposites Always Attract One Another~
Below are a series of mini plots focused around polar opposites attracting themselves to one another, and ending up in hot, filthy sex constantly that they most likely have to keep hidden from friends, family, or whoever and for whatever reasons they may have. They technically can be mixed and matched around if you would like to do so, and I have no objection to any of that, but please do know that what I have set as these pairings is currently my preference.
1. Middle Class Goth x Spoiled Brat Cheerleader - On campus, they couldn't socially be further apart from each other. Gwen was a goth, someone who usually kept to herself or her small circle of class, defied societal norms for how someone should dress, act, or modify their appearance and body, and was never much for sports. Gwen was skating by on financial aid to stay in college, and worked part-time after class as a barista at a gothic/metal music themed coffee shop. Jessica was the stereotypical spoiled rotten, blonde hair & blue eyed woman born with a silver spoon that fed her baby food. Never once having to ever lift a finger, worry about groceries or bills, or even hear the word no. Growing up, she got everything she could ever dream of gifted to her by her parents, and she was almost always the center of attention. However, fate would bring them together in the one class they shared: Astronomy. Their professor liked to assign pairs for group assignments, rather than letting them pick for themselves. He believed that it forced people to see and hear things a different way, and that would typically lead to a better workflow and an overall better completed assignment. And as fate would have it, even Professor Richter saw how different Gwen and Jessica were, and that's exactly why he paired them up. Gwen looked over at Jessica shocked, and Jessica looked to Gwen annoyed and almost slightly disgusted, as her harem-like group of friends that sat around her immediately began to snicker and chat.
2. Republican Press Secretary x Leftist Reporter - Amanda McCarthy, the youngest female press secretary in American history at 24 years old, was an extension of the President's thoughts and opinions, and had to usually put on a bit of a performance for the media when she spoke. She had to be similarly as bombastic and arrogant as he was, using similar phrases and cheap buzzwords. She was typically saying what the president himself could not officially say, even the president would likely tweet something similar out hours later. Gemma Ortega-Jefferson, 23 year old daughter to a latina mother and white father, raised in a blue blooded, bleeding left household from her childhood. Her parents never tried to push their beliefs on her, but the views and conversations of parents to at least partially imprint onto their child. However, Gemma showed early in life that she lived to question and challenge authority. Constantly showing herself to be a headache for principals and teachers in middle school and high school, almost always for good reasons admittedly, she did find herself suspended on multiple occasions for staging peaceful protests on school grounds. The same reputation followed her off to college, where she was even arrested once at a BLM protest, but no charges were filed against her. Now, she is one of the top young independent reporters, though she does loosely work for CNN to get into these press conferences with the press secretary and members of the cabinet, she does not accept a dime from CNN for her work. She has a massive social media following on all platforms, often live streaming from important social events and protests. She even managed to sneak a hidden camera into a private conversation with the president once, mostly just a few comments in passing where he said she was wasting her "beauty years" being a slave to "the woke liberal media" when she could be better served trying to start a family. If it weren't for the fact that a few bits of the constitution were still being followed, they probably would have tried to arrest her or ban her from all press events. However, she won in the end and her following exploded even more after that moment. And now, after yet another press conference where she nearly got into a screaming match with one another, in secret they both retreat to the same hotel at different times, but ultimately ending up in the same room. They were passionately in love, constantly trying to find places to hide for quick flings or risky encounters, but neither wanted to compromise their jobs. It was a very slippery slope that they were on...
To Tame a Dragon, or Save the Kingdom..
Princess Gwendolyn McMichael, at the oh so young human age of 22, had big shoes to fill when her parents both tragically passed away due to foodborne illness, leaving their only daughter behind to take the reins of the kingdom. Gwendolyn was fairly unprepared, but at least she had the High Royal Knight, a woman named Jessica, at her side to help her. Before the passing of her parents, Gwendolyn spent most of her free time picking flowers, attending various stage shows and listening to the music of the local people, so she had to learn fast and on the fly. She was very thankful to have Jessica at her side, as Jessica had been with her parents for over a decade now, since Jessica was an 18 year old combat prodigy. However, all was not well within the Kingdom for long... With the death of the King and Queen, those who dwelled in the darkness sought to stage a coup and claim the throne. They did so by promising unfathomable power and control to one special person... Someone who could manipulate the princess into making rulings that secretly favored them... Into passing rules and law that aided their grand scheme... They promised the world, and the powers of their fallen Dark God... To High Royal Knight Jessica... And she accepted.
After many, many months of dozens of dark mages and elves working behind the scenes, lurking in the shadows to concoct their plan, they finally unleashed an onslaught against the palace... Summoning dozens of powerful demonic entities that existed completely under the control of the mages and elves, they tore through the royal army with ease, who Jessica had intentionally set up to be drastically unprepared when the attack began, leaving them vulnerable and easy to slaughter. Jessica put on a faux panic, rushing the Princess to "safety" down various winding pathways and corridors... And right into the grasp on the dark mages, who hit the Princess with a sneak attack, binding her limbs with dark chaos shackles, and a collar around her throat... And a glistening dark chain handed off to Jessica.
In just a few short days, the kingdom as it was known had fallen, and the Dark Order claimed complete control. They paraded Princess Gwendolyn through the streets in her shackles, showing that their beloved Princess and leader had fallen... A grand ceremony was soon held, where the Dark Mages and Elves used an ancient spell to resurrect the power of their long fallen God, and imbue Jessica with it. Her body transformed before the very eyes of the people... Her skin turned an almost sickly, charcoal grey color, twisted horns growing out the side of her skull, razor sharp fangs and claws, abyssal black eyes with purple irises, and hellacious black wings that grew out from her back. She was now a God among the people, and commanded their respect and worship if they wished to live. And in the months that followed, all forms of religion were destroyed within the kingdom, replaced with The Testament of The Resurrected God, the entire history of the Dark Order and their new God Jessica, renamed Jessaphaline. She commanded the public execution of all detractors and former loyalists to the royal family, and ordered for all dragons to be slaughtered. Dragons of all forms were extremely important to the kingdom, being protectors and partners to many. It took many months, but in the end, almost all dragons across the land were slaughtered, but a select few were taken back as slaves for Jessaphaline and her loyalists.
Two whole years after Jessaphaline's reign of dark horrors had begun, the very last "free" dragon had fallen and been captured. Its name was Gymir, an amphithere who has no arms or legs, only wings and a more serpent-like style of movement. The Gymir name translates to "protector" and "engulfer", which is fitting given how she is/was the longest dragon to exist at just over 100 feet long, and roughly 4 feet wide. Her wings are quite large and covered in soft white feathers, while the remainder of her body is composed of pure white scales with a thin band of sapphire blue scales twirling around her body. Gymir is the only known dragon capable of using ice breath, as opposed to fire or lightning. She can release a wide burst of extreme cold and razor sharp ice shards, or she can channel her power into a larger, more concentrated ball of ice. Many used to love Gymir, and found beauty in how her sapphire scales would shine and glisten with blue light as she used her ice powers... But now, the defeated and captured Gymir has reverted into a weaker humanoid form. Her human body was that of an early 20's woman, snow white hair flowing down to the middle of her back, and even it having a thin swirl of sapphire blue mixed in. Gymir was actually a close friend of Gwendolyn, and it broke her heart to see what Jessaphaline did to her and the kingdom.
But alas, Gymir could no longer fight... Her body was scarred and weak, and she was sentenced to a new life of enslavement by the Dark Order. Gymir was to be weaponized for their own desires, and to ensure her compliance, she, like all other captured dragons, had a Dark Magical collar crafted and secured around her throat. It would greatly harm Gymir with electricity if she even tried to use her ice, and allowed her future owner/trainer to punish her with electricity on command. As fate would have it, Gymir found herself set to be the personal dragon slave to Persephaline, who is actually Jessaphaline's hand picked protege. Persephaline was destined to inherit the Fallen God's powers whenever Jessaphaline's human body became too weak to contain it any longer. Persephaline was quite the wicked young woman herself, only being 18-20 years old and quite a brat, but all of this was still so new to her. She had to force herself to be wicked and cruel, and was often corrected by Jessaphaline and ordered to be more cruel and more harsh in various situations. Jessaphaline told her that if she could domesticate and enslave Gymir, she would prove to be fully, unquestionably worthy of inheriting the power of the Fallen God...
Gymir had no intention of rolling over and becoming some brats weapon, of course.
When Worlds Collide, Do They Find Love?
About 20 miles outside of Baton Rouge, Loiusiana, Penelope Vice, the youngest daughter of AJ Vice, of Vice Industries, was in the area mostly against her own desires, but on behalf of her fathers company. Vice Indistries is one of the largest largest non-Amazon distribution and retail businesses in the northeast, and their new company plan is to expand into the south where much more open and flat land exists. Not wanting to leave the cushy comforts of his multi-million dollar mansion in upstate New York, AJ Vice appointed his youngest daughter, an executive at the age of (22-26 years old), to travel on down to Louisiana and oversee the project. As of now, it was still in the "planning and buying up land" phase, which she was also in charge of. Penelope was not thrilled by this job given to her, mostly due to the humidity messing with her hair, but also because she only knew the city life, and didn't want to deviate from what she had known and loved. She hated the country... So open and boring, a bunch of gross hillbillies and farmers who have less teeth than fingers... Just the worst kind of people, in her eyes at least. The best she could do for herself was get the nicest room at the Watermark Hotel in Baton Rouge she could, which was a cheap $550 per night, which to her and her lifestyle is chump change. At least she could simulate the comforts and luxuries she was used to when she was in the hotel, because they died in the Louisiana air.
Penelope spent the first couple of weeks checking out the area, surveying different areas, and occasionally trying to meet with the owners of various plots of farm land. Her dad told her to be generous with the offers for land she gave, as even he knew that farmers would want a premium to give up on the land they had likely lived on since they were babies. But alas, the offers that Penelope made were taken as insults by the people who owned the land, and many doors were slammed in the face of Penelope after they each gave a moment to chew her out and curse at her repeatedly. She didn't grasp why they were all so defensive and angry, she felt as though they should be thankful for her offers. It was likely more money than "those hicks" could ever dream of seeing otherwise, she believed. Frustrated one day, Penelope found herself alone at a small bar, drinking alone up by the bartender, drowning out her frustrations with a bit of whiskey. It was around 10:00pm when Penelope decided to call it quits and get home, and after paying her tab, she marched outside to find an uber... Foolishly expecting to find an uber in the middle of nowhere so late at night. As she tapped away at her phone, Penelope failed to notice the group of 4 burly, slightly chubby country hicks approaching her from a nearby pickup truck. They made their presence known quickly, as one of them spat a gross glob of chewing tobacco spit at her feet, startling and grossing her out all at once. She was ready to chew them out, but was immediately a bit shaked seeing how gross and big they were. They proceeded to chew her out over her predatory practices, and slowly worked to back her into a dark corner around the side of the bar. Penelope's body was shaking, and she knew that running even to her car right now wouldn't be possible due to them being in front of her and the heels she had on. She thought she was in deep trouble, but then, another woman in White Cowboy Boots and Shorts yelled from behind them. She had a shotgun in her grasp, and chambered a shell as she taunted the men and told them to leave Penelope alone. At first, they genuinely tried to call the womans bluff about the shotun even being loaded... And she responded by turning, blowing a hole in the side of one of their pickup trucks, and chambering another shell immediately as she turned back to them. The men scrambled away, diving into their trucks and driving away...
This mystery woman, revealed to be a local farmgirl named Becky Swanson, checked on Penelope to ensure that she was okay, then offered to take Penelope back to her place for the night to sleep off the booze and then come back to her car in the morning. Despite being saved by this woman, Penelope was hesitant to accept the offer, but it was better than waiting around alone in the dark for an uber ride that'll likely come, so she accepted and climbed into the passenger side seat of Becky's doorless white jeep wrangler. Becky drove a couple miles out and soon arrived at her home, a quaint but pretty two-story home with a wrap around porch and multiple animal stables around back. Chickens, pigs, cows, horses, and even a few rehabilitation animals in special enclosures like foxes, and capybaras. Becky escorted her inside and up to the guest bedroom, a nice and neat little room with minimal extras beyond a small tv. She showed Penelope where the bathroom was and welcomed Penelope to anything in her fridge or pantry if she wanted it, then brought her guest a tall glass of water before wishing her a good night and going off to her bed to sleep...
A Cyberpunk Japan Where Two Feuding Sisters Are The Forefront of Class Warfare..
The year is 2237, and Japan has become a nation divided by two strong political beliefs: support for those who have allowed for their body to become augmented and enhanced by state of the art machinery and technology, and those who wish to remain in their natural human state, free of enhancements and pure of heart. The two political parties are so divided that the nation itself has created a border, dividing itself into "Puritist Japan" and "Futurist Japan". The Puritists have claimed Osaka as their capitol, and due to the Supreme Princess of Japan residing there, and her also being the leader of the Puritists, their party has claimed about 2/3 of Japan for themselves. The remaining third is where the Futurists reside, claiming Tokyo as the capitol still, a high tech sector where poverty is also on the rise due to rapidly increasing taxes and tariffs placed on their tech exports by the Supreme Princess herself. For decades now, the two sides have been in a constant battle for complete control over Japan, and it has resulted in bloodshed on both sides. No peaceful outcome is in the works, and nobody expects there to ever be one. The Futurists see the Supreme Princess as a corrupt figurehead who chases whatever makes her the wealthiest and most powerful, and it just so happens that the wealthy elites of Japan are all heavily in favor of the Puritist lifestyle. As such, she has imprisoned tens of thousands of "augmented individuals" over the years, sending many of them into labor camps, but some end up with a much worse fate. A select few, typically women who they still see some level of beauty in, have their augmented bodies and their mind hijacked, and wind up turned into obedient mechanical servants that the Supreme Princess be styled to resemble YoRHa No. 2 Type B, aka 2B from the popular relic media known as Nier: Automata. The Supreme Princess especially loves that relic media, seeing weaponized servants as truly the best and only acceptable form of augmented individuals. And so, thousands of 2B inspired servants reside in Puritist Japan against their will, almost as a method of taunting those who still remain free in the Futurist region.
My name is Rina Ochi, and I am one of the millions of augmented individuals who reside in Futurist Japan. We have been under the thump of the Supreme Princess and her authoritarian rule for decades now, and it's only getting worse. Puritist soldiers and automaton battle units constantly invade our side, slaughtering many innocent people and families, while always capturing a few for their cruel slave labor. I've done my fair share of work trying to hack these bastardized machines and soldiers down, but it feels like for every 10 you kill, 11 new ones show up in their place. The Supreme Princess is such a hypocrite, it makes me sick... Refusing to augment her own body, but will happily augment people against their will for her own political gain? The fact that nobody of her own political party has strucken her down for treason is beside me, and perhaps it always will be. Rumor has it that there's even a bounty on my head, 10,000,000 Yen for whoever kills me, or 20,000,000 if they bring me in alive. None of my fellow augmented people have yet tried to turn me in thankfully, but any time I cross over, it's a grueling battle just to make it home in one piece.
For months now, I've had to move in the shadows throughout Futurist Tokyo, as to avoid the random air strikes and invasions set forth by the Supreme Princess. Somehow she keeps getting intel on where I wind up, but nobody around me says a word to her. Trust me, I would've already spilled their guts and split their wires if they did. It's painful to not have the freedom to settle down somewhere and just be safe, but perhaps that is the price that I have to pay for my dream of freedom for me and the other augmented people. Fortunately, I haven't been completely alone in my traveling, as occasionally my friends Aiko and Kaede cross paths with me. They have many connections and know of plenty of places for me to hideout, and I truly can never repay them for what they have done to help me survive. They know how important my work is, and they know how dangerous it is to be assisting me, but I would give my life to keep them free and safe without thinking twice about it. I also haven't been completely alone in my day-to-day life either, but it's not a conventional friendship or partner. A few months back, I stole one of the 2B inspired servants from a brothel in Osaka, and ever since I have slowly been working on freeing this thing of its enslavement. So far I have been able to block the obedience programming from taking control of it, but as of now it can't function as an individual being yet. It's a conscious hunk of mostly metal that can't talk back to me, or even move on its own, but I pathetically call it my girlfriend because it's all that I have right now.
But alas, even in my brightest of days, darkness will still find me.
I was ransacking a scrapyard in a wasteland area of the Puritist side, an area where most of the labor camps are, for spare parts or perhaps even a forgotten power core that may help me with my 2B. These days you truly can find anything in a scrapyard, from weaponied limbs to high powered weapons. I lucked out by snagging a broken KOR-38 rifle, which is a standard issue item amongst those who try to take down us augmented folk. They're designed to fire bursts of magnetic energy that have an EMP-like effect on our augmented bodies, which they use to capture us. I could probably rework this thing to fire a burst of electricity instead, which would be deadly against the flesh of the Puritists. Suddenly, I heard the ever familiar whistling of jets, and I knew it was a Puritist volley of jets. Their target unknown, but the last thing I wanted was to be seen. I buried the rifle under some loose parts and dirt, then threw myself under a destroyed car and prayed that I was not detected. Within seconds, a floating orb was in front of me, and I had to watch in horror as a dozen wires shot out from it and jabbed into my body, electrocuting me and restraining me at the same time... Dragging me from my hiding spot and into the light of a jet that was landing... I was soon unconscious and captured, and in my unconscious state I had nightmares of myself becoming one of those mindless 2B servants... But when I was eventually shocked awake, I was still myself, but I was surrounded by a dozen armed guards on one side, and a seemingly endless sea of pink cherry blossom trees off in the distance in front of me... And approaching me from a set of stairs up was the Supreme Princess herself... Who it pained me to say was my eldest sister.
I was the black sheep of the family thanks to her. In my sisters rise to power, she turned every old friend and family member we have against me, all because I augmented my body of my own free will. I was thankful to not be dead or on a 2B assembly line, but if my sister was requesting to see me, it couldn't be good. We hadn't seen eachother face to face in almost 5 years now, mostly due to the fact that I tried to assassinate her on that day. I could only sit on my knees and watch, listen, as she approached wearing a lavish kimono with her personal bodyguard Mizuki not far behind.
. . . .
"Dearest sister! I don't want to lie to your face and say it is nice to see you, but to see that you haven't gotten yourself killed yet, I must say it is impressive.." The Supreme Princess Shizuku speaks, with a smirk on her lips no less. Mizuki suddenly steps forward past the Princess and places both of her swords at my neck across one another like scissors. Death may be mere seconds away, but I don't flinch one bit.
"My beloved Supreme Princess, would you please gift me the honor of being the honorable one who frees you of this parasite?" Mizuki practically begs, with her words dripping with lust, nearly making me vomit.
"Mizuki, my beloved, if I needed her dead right now, she would be. Trust me, my darling weapon, if there's ever a true oppertunity for you to kill her, you may take it without hesitation..." Shizuku turns Mizuki to face her, gently leaning in and planting a kiss on her lips. "But now is not that time, so please yield."
"As you wish, my beloved Supreme Princess~" And suddenly, Mizuki steps back behid Shizuku, kneeling and bowing her head in unwaivering submission.
"Now then, darling sister... I can't just have you rummaging through my scrapyards whenever you so desire. It's not a good look, as I'm sure you can imagine. My people are well aware of the fact that you are my lesser sister, but I cannot let them think I am weak just because of a familial bond. so... Mizuki, her right arm."
My eyes go wide as they watch Mizuki go from domesticated to bloodthirsty, a devilish smirk across her face as she suddenly flails one sword out, slashing clean through my arm right at the shoulder. My arm was mostly mechanical by this point anyways, but God does it still hurt. The cut wiring spurts little sparks of electricity from my stump as I wince in pain, trying not to give my sister the satisfaction. Mizuki returns to her kneeling pose almost as quickly as she had severed my arm.
"Rina... For both of our sakes, I urge you not to step foot on my land again. Perhaps I can make it worth your while? Tell me, what exactly were you looking for in that mountain of junk? If it'll keep you quiet, perhaps I can have a fresh one fetched for you..." I knew that this wasn't kindness from my sister, it was her trying to buy me off and keep me silent. She truly could kill me if she wanted to instead, but for some reason she wouldn't. Perhaps some tiny, microscopic part of her did not want our parents to know about it, but who knows.
"A power core. I've been looking for a power core... Get me one, and you'll never see my face again." I didn't want to play along with her game, which this clearly was, but if it meant I could leave this place alive and with another shot at revolution, it was worth it. Shizuku's face oddly lights up at my request, and she giggles before clapping twice, and one guard runs off, seemingly to get one.
"Of course! I completely forgot about that Automaton you stole from one of my brothels... Let me guess, trying to make it "normal" again? Trust me sister, that thing will never be "normal" again... It exists to serve and be used, that's all hunks of metal are good for..." I spat at her for those words, which was met with a kick in the jaw from Mizuki, who was already back in a kneeling position by the time I had finished recoiling from the kick.
"Don't bite the hand that feeds you, dear sister. You should consider yourself very lucky that I'm not currently having your death or enslavement broadcast to the entire country... Think of how quickly that would squash those sad rebellion forces!" Shizuku laughs to herself, just as the guard who previously ran off returns with a fresh, never before used power core.
"Here, this is yours. Consider this a gift for all of your birthdays, an apology for your arm, and a reminder that I was kind today in not killing you. Now, if I ever see you this close to me again, I assure you it will be during your dying breaths. Goodbye, sister~" And before I can respond, a jolt of electricity hits me in the spine from behind, and I slump over unconscious. The next thing I know, I'm waking up in a alley in Tokyo, not far from where I'm staying, with the new power core in my lap. For a moment I forget about my severed arm, and nearly drop the power core as a result of it, but I manage to catch it and balance it on my foot without dropping it into a puddle. Despite feeling defeated, because truthfully I was, I scurried home and rushed to begin working on my 2B. I carefully removed the old & damaged power core, then slowly placing the new one into its exposed chest, then allowing the sythetic skin to seal over it and connect to it. It takes 15 minutes or so for it to fully integrate, but when it finally does, to my surprise... my 2B comes to life.
"PROCESSING... PROCESSING... PROCESSING... STATUS: ONLINE. PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME,TITLE, AND NAME THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO GIVE TO THIS AUTOMATON." It certainly didn't sound human, but it was more of a companion than I've had for years now. I was not yet sure what name to give this 2B, so I remained silent on that one.
"My name is Rina."
"NAME: RINA IS ACCEPTED."
"My title is... Girlfriend? No um, Friend I-"
"TITLE: GIRLFRIEND IS ACCEPTED."
"FUCK! Ugh, NO NAME for the time being, just stick to your um, programming designation, I guess.."
"THIS UNIT IS A STANDARD ISSUE 2B-02 MODEL. UNIT WILL BE 2B-02-395 UNTIL FURTHER IDENTIFICATION IS PROVIDED BY GIRLFRIEND RINA."
And after another few seconds passed, the 2B had come to some semblence of life before my very eyes. Though it had a black band over its eyes, it did turn like it was looking in my diection.
"Hello, Girlfriend Rina. 2B-02-395 is at your service. How may I assist you?"