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This the beginning of a story of our protagonist, Luck and a lore to his story to people who are curious about his appearance and change behavior. =)

Summary:

A club is created to hunt the paranormal and the unknown of the world, each member having their own judgment tested by the masses and higher-up. They must confront the truth behind the rise of abnormality in their city and face the monster inside each of them to harness true salvation without their way stain by lies or illusions.

[Chapter 1]

Protagonist Descend

August 21

Sunday

Evening

I watch the city below illuminating brightly from the darkness of the night as the airplane slowly descends toward my destination. I felt the airplane making a safe landing toward the earth and I could hear the captain announcing our departure from this place.

"We arrive in New York City, please exit carefully and don't forget any belonging you may be forgotten. Thank you for flying with us and have a nice day."

I smile at my arrival at this place and I quickly set afoot toward my exit as I became excited about my new future here. I manage to arrive at the main lobby with some help from peoples and attendants giving me handful guidance.

Now then, I was told my mother that I will meet a certain someone here, but who can they be?

I began to ponder on this strange acquaintance of father and began to focus too much as I felt a tap on my left shoulder without me noticing their presences. I turn around to see a strange young girl getting my attention. She has very long light-brown hair that reaches back halfway and two green eyes looking at me. Her clothing consist of a dark, long sleeves, collar shirt with a red tie and a gray skirt. Also, I notice her black knee high socks and black shoes. She began to think for a second as she examines me from top to bottom with curious eyes.

"Based on your clothing alone, I am assuming you are Luck Arclight, correct?" She asks.

I smile at my name called out from her lips and I slash the air in front of me as my clothing dance in the wind.

"Yes! I am Luck Arclight, the protagonist! It is a surprise to see my name already reaching this far." I announced, fearless.

I notice the young maiden sigh at my bold introduction and a few constantly gazing at me from some strangers passing by. I became curious at their stare but I need to focus on the girl for now.

"Yup, you are definitely the kid. No wonder they didn't tell me your description, you stand out like a sore thumb." She mumbles.

"Description?..." I mumble, thinking. "Wait! Don't tell me!" I spoke, shock.

The girl smiles at my surprise and raises her right hand toward me as I look at her dumbfounded by the shocking result.

"The name is Amy Smith, I am going to be your caretaker for one year so please don't cause any more problem," Amy spoke.

"I see…" I spoke, adjusting my glasses. "It is nice to meet you," I reply.

"Good respond, I hope you can stay safe and out of trouble. Anyways, let's head out and show you where you are going to stay."Amy explain.

I nod at her explanation and she took my response as she turns around toward the exit of the airport with me following after her. We arrive in her car and drive toward my room where I can rest for today. I gaze outside through the window to see any building, people, and many new things I couldn't find back home.

This is just hitting me, I never realized the new environment I am currently in and how far I am from home, but! I am the protagonist! I will do just fine here.

After a couple of minutes passing green light and turning around some corner, we arrive at a peculiar crossroads with many building advertising many products around this strange place. Amy caught my curious wandering as she glances at me for a second.

"This is your first time in New York, isn't it?" Amy ask.

"Yeah, it is very different from the place I came from," I reply.

"Well, this is the Time Square and this is where I pass the time with the job I establish," Amy explained.

"Job you establish?" I ask, curious.

Amy suddenly parks at a nearby building somewhat close to the time square she mentioned. I look up the sign to see Midnight written and I became curious about what job she has. I look at her to notice she is already at the door and I immediately follow after her.

"Wait! You can't just leave..huh?"

I spoke to her but I took a close look at her home to find myself inside a small bar. I could see tables filled with chairs and a counter where people could drink the night away. I enter the bar looking around to organize my thoughts about this place. I could see many beverages neatly stack on the shelf behind the counter and I notice another thing besides the beverage, a kitchen. I became angry at this place dark intention and I began to tap my right feet as I cross my arm.

"What's this!? I hope you are not working here! I can smell evil vibe from this and I must speak to your boss about it." I exclaim.

Amy smile at my anger as she confidently steps behind the counter and began to serve something behind my back. I wait for a couple of second before Amy brought me a glass of something dark with foam inside the glass.

"You must be exhausted from the fly, why don't you drink this to cool you down," Amy spoke.

I stare at the drink with disbelief and Amy sigh as she speaks once more.

"It isn't what you think, it is just soda." Amy sigh.

"Oh," I spoke.

I took a seat behind the counter as I grab the cup and took a gulp of the drink. I could taste the root beer soda flavor hitting my taste buds and I let quick exhale after the drink.

"Thank for the drink, but this isn't going to distract me from my previous question," I spoke, seriously.

Amy look at me as she thinks about my question and slowly raise her hand toward herself which made me confuse.

"Huh? Why are you pointing yourself?" I ask.

"Don't you get it? I am the boss around here, Midnight is my place and the place I work at since I don't have any workers as of yet." Amy explain.

"What!?" I spoke, shock.

Amy smile. "Are you surprise? You shouldn't be, after all, I need money to pay for my college and all. In the end, most students would do the same thing." Amy spoke, calmly.

"Yeah, but! Working in a bar isn't what most students do!" I reply.

I pause for a second after I realize that Amy isn't your regular ordinary girl from some college and perhaps she could become the main character like I envision her to be.

"In any case, let me show you to your room," Amy spoke.

I see Amy leaving the counter to approach the stair leading to the floor above us and I follow her lead. We approach a door at the end of the stair and she pulls out a key from her pocket. It made me curious is to why she keeps this door lock. Amy open the door to reveal a room filled with boxes and I could faintly see a bed, desk, windows, and a couch with a table nearby. I scratch my head at the cramped room standing before me and how can I possibly sleep and do my stuff with this boxes.

"Right, I forgot to move this boxes from this room. I felt like I forgotten something and this was it." Amy mumble, thinking.

"What are those boxes?" I ask.

"They contain beverages for the costumes and I usually put them in the fridge but I had a lot of extra than I expect. So, I move them here so it wouldn't bother the customers downstairs." Amy explain.

I notice the word Fragile written in the boxes so I know her story is genuine and she could be trusted, despite her having a very sketchy job.

"Anyhow, I apologize to say this but could you sleep in this room for now. I don't have the time to move this boxes since it is night after all." Amy spoke.

"By yourself? I prefer to do it myself." I reply.

Amy chuckle. "There's nothing to worry, I can call for help to move those boxes. For the meantime, you need to sleep for tomorrow and I need to drive you there for now." Amy said.

"Oh, then I will do just that," I spoke.

Amy nod. "Good and don't worry, by the time you come back from school, I will remove this boxes from your room." Amy smile.

Amy left the room through the stair with a smile on her face and I focus my attention on my new room. I became happy in my new room despite the boxes getting in the way for now. I suddenly recall something as I sigh and rub my head.

"it was a meteor, and besides, a kid like yourself should stay away from the government's business and listen to our judgment. After all, our judgment is what is keeping this great place safe and secure for our citizens."

I became sadden at remembering something from back then and I manage to pass through the boxes to rest in my bed. I lay down as I release a sigh and I could hear a clock ticking near me. I began to feel angry at their judgment since they hide something from me and more importantly, the citizens.

Judgment, huh?

I felt my eyelids getting heavy and I need the rest for today from that long trip. I close my eyes to finally rest and soon I fell into deep sleep. I felt weird as my body float and I felt at peace somehow. I immediately open my eyes to see the blue sky above me and I slowly get up to notice nothing but grass within my vision. I could feel the cold breeze pushing the grass beneath me and I became confused at this dream of mine.

"Oh, a visitor?"

My body twitches at the sudden voice and I turn around to see a man approaching me. The man wore a black turtleneck shirt and black pants with a belt. I immediately notice his strange butterfly mask and I felt a strong connection to this person but I haven't seen this person.

"There no need to worry, my name is Philemon. It seems death and judgment will be in your future." Philemon spoke.

[Chapter 1 End]

 

 

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      What follows is a bit of a summary of several roleplays I've done privately with the wonderful @SMFoxy. The story is told by a Jirachi who mistakenly and tragically wasn't careful when granting wishes, and who now has a wish of her own. To make things right with her victims.
       
        This is the second time tonight. The second time I've woken up, screaming bloody murder and drenched in sweat. I can't sleep anymore. Not without the nightmares. They won't stop; every fucking night, they come back to haunt me, like ghosts! What did I do to deserve this? Sure, I haven't been perfect, but nobody has! Dammit, I was just doing my job! Arceus put me here to grant wishes, and that's what I did. Can I really be blamed for the times they went wrong? How could I have known their intentions? I'm a Legendary, sure, but there are still things I don't know. I assumed they could relate. I assumed everybody could! I... I just didn't realise the effect I could have on them. 7 acquaintences became victims. Victims of an old saying. "Be careful what you wish for." In one fell swoop, I ruined the lives of a trainer and 6 Pokémon. If I could take it all back, I would. I can. They just need to ask. But they won't. I've caused them too much pain for them to wanna seek my help. But I'd love a chance to apologise. Anything to stop these damned nightmares! They're in them. Always dying. Always dying! Fuck me; I'll never unsee those nightmares, if I live to be 100 years old!
       
        The storm that started everything. Was it supernatural? That, I can't answer. The weather is outside of my jurisdiction. But it came from nowhere, and battered Goldenrod City mercilessly. I saw 6 Pokémon huddled around their trainer, in a closet. They begged for safety. But not for themselves. They wanted their trainer to survive. They all survived; so did the house, by some miracle. But I watched them intently that night. They surrounded the boy with affection. He treated them well. Even after everything I've done to them, I'll stand by this until the day I die; he was never abusive to those Pokémon. Quite the opposite, in fact. Rarely does a Pokémon legitimately enjoy waiting on their "master." But all 6 of them did. 
       
        Their trainer fell asleep long before the storm subsided, but they still kept a close eye on him. It was honestly adorable. They each made a wish. And it was easy for me to grant them; the wishes were all the same. They whispered with each other how much they wanted to repay their master's love. It warmed my heart. I knew I had to help them, so I did. Finally, they settled on a wish. They wanted to be able to serve him properly. They eventually fell asleep, same as their trainer. It was... I think it was a half hour later. Not that it matters. I got started as soon as I was sure they were asleep. Fur and scales became hair and clothing. Their bodies, depending on species, either stretched or shrank. By the time the physical transformations had been completed, all 6 of the former Pokémon were mostly human. They still had their tails, and some other features. Their trainer could already understand them when they spoke their native tongues, but, since it'd be rather odd for them to walk around in public yipping and cooing like the creatures they were moments before, I altered their voices, as well, so they would speak English. This process, by the way, is not painless. None of them were; there's a reason why I waited until they were asleep. By the time I expected they would wake up, most or all of the pain would've gone away. But I wasn't finished yet. They wanted to serve; didn't they?
       
        They were all females. Their trainer isn't sexist. He just doesn't care for burly, musclebound brutes. His preference is for femininity, and it showed in his team. Not that he was ever sexually involved with them. He used to use them in battles, like the majority of trainers do. And, before you ask, no. I don't object to battles. There's a difference between contests of strength and skill, and brutal beatings. Yes, there are occasionally injuries from battles. But accidents can happen from the most innocuous of activities. Sweet, innocent Chansey Scouts trip and fall sometimes. It hurts, you cry, you get a bandage and/or a lollipop, and you go about your day. But I digress. 
       
        The trainer of the Pokémon I had just transformed held a spot in the Johto Hall Of Fame, which he earned when his team defeated the six battle-hardened, vicious Pokémon of the former champion, a trainer who thwarted terrorist attacks, traversed the entire Johto and Kanto regions, and tamed even the guardian of the sea and the sacred winged rainbow. But he didn't battle with them after his victory. Following that tremendous upset, he left competitive battling to focus on the medical field. A passion of his for a long time. In fact, even before the championships were a blip on the radar, he showed decent skills, being able to repair minor wounds, and cure minor ailments. To make extra money, he would moonlight at Pokémon Centres. By the time he was considering going to the Indigo Plateau, he barely needed Pokémon Centres for healing his beloved companions; he could fix everything from cuts and stings to broken bones. It seemed like just the natural progression of things; forgive me, but it brings to mind another old saying. "What're you going to do now?" "I'm going to Disney World!~" He used his fame from winning the championship to secure a job at the Pokémon Centre in his hometown. This boy became one of my victims. He has nothing now.
       
        The 6 Pokémon I transformed were a Bellossom, a Goodra, a Pachirisu, a Sylveon, a Vaporeon, and a Wigglytuff. To grant their wishes to be able to serve their master, I turned them into maids. I thought it would go over well with everyone. At least I was right in that respect. For a while, anyway. When they awoke the next morning, they all eagerly began their chores. Vaporeon had the poor luck to be the one to awaken the boy. They had been made to think their roles had always been theirs. I didn't think - damn; that's a theme - I would need to hypnotise him, too. He was furious. Not from being woken up by a beautiful anthropomorphic Vaporeon. But from being waited on.
       
        Trainers can sometimes forget that, were it not for the Pokémon they care for, they wouldn't be trainers. Nor can the Pokémon be champions without trainers to teach them the finer points of combat. Everyone has to work together. Of course, every partnership is different; in some cases, the trainer may have a disability, and their Pokémon have to work harder to come out on top. Or vice versa. I've seen deaf trainers win matches because their Pokémon could understand sign language. I've seen Pokémon with impaired vision use their other senses to outwit and topple opponents. But, at the core of everything, it boils down to teamwork. And these 6 girls were well-versed on the subject, before and after their transformations. As crazy as this is going to sound, after all of the praise I've just given their trainer, it's him that doesn't understand that. But the misunderstanding in this case is probably the opposite of what you might expect. See, he doesn't expect these Pokémon to do everything for him; he would prefer to be the one serving them.
       
        I should explain that I knew this boy before the storm. Well, saying that I knew him is a bit of an understatement. I would go so far as to say we were friends. I'm not going to reveal his name; I've revealed too much about him already. In fact, to be fair, he was submissive with me, too, so I suppose his behaviour towards his Pokémon shouldn't be so surprising to me. But he explained that it's because I'm a Legendary Pokémon. One of many that keep this world balanced. So maybe he has a point. But he spoiled those Pokémon rotten when he was still a trainer. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I guess, since I grant wishes, I do more or less the same thing anyway. He devoted his life to the care of Pokémon. Studying, healing, and training. But it all came crashing down around him when he tried to play Arceus.
       
        The trainer was born fully human; during a rescue mission, he accidentally bonded his soul to an artifact that fused his DNA with that of a female Cinccino. Still, he went on with his life, and even grew to love his new fluff. Until he was raped for it, that is. That was my first mistake; I should've stepped in. I offered him a wish to console him, but couldn't give him what he wished for. With all of his Pokémon being female, he wished to be feminised. Could I have done it? Without a shadow of a doubt. Child's play. But he held a very important job back then - he specialised in emergency medicine when he was a doctor - that would be put in jeopardy if he showed up in a dress and makeup. So I had to refuse. As horrible as this sounds, if he asked again, I'd grant his wish in a heartbeat, now that he's lost his job. Not granting his wish was my second mistake. And, unfortunately, soon after that, he managed to get in far over his head.
       
        His mission was noble; the species he had recently become a member of was, and unfortunately remains, severely endangered. The next time I offered him a wish, he made it right away. His wish was for a massive increase in their population. That was a good bit harder. I can warp bodies, minds, inanimate objects, and more. But creating life is something I'm not at all well-versed in. Mew and Shaymin handle that; in retrospect, I should've asked one of them. Preferably Mew; Shaymin didn't get along well with the boy. I knew I owed him, though, so I tried doing things myself. I won't go into specifics, but I messed up. Big time. Again, I should've asked Mew. My name was certainly mud with the boy and his former Pokémon after that, not that I blame them. But, with that, I struck out with the trainer. As ironic as this sounds, I wish the troubles had ended there. Of course, they didn't. The trainer was ruined, but the girls were in good health. Unfortunately, that was about to change. Starting with Vaporeon.
       
        Vaporeon, objectively, was hit the hardest. But they all suffered. Those poor girls lost their minds, and a good bit more. Even I couldn't have predicted the horrors that would befall them. In a way, it angers me; it really, truly does. So many evil people in this world, yet an innocent boy and 6 innocent Pokémon were harmed, just for making wishes! A wish to help a loved one, and a wish to save an endangered species. Not exactly scandalous. "But Jirachi! Just make everything better!" Believe me, I want to. But I can't do anything unless the request is worded as a wish. Arceus added that rule. And no, I can't just make the wish myself; it doesn't work. I've tried.
       
        As for what happened to the girls - the "horrors that befell them" - it seems each one bears a different curse. Bellossom constantly exudes a ludicrously strong floral scent. Pachirisu cries at the drop of a hat. Wigglytuff is a glutton. Vaporeon is the opposite; she starves herself. Sylveon is addicted to cosmetics. And Goodra is convinced she's the doting mother of her trainer. Huh? Bellossom's fate doesn't sound so bad? She's scrubbed herself raw trying to remove the stench. To no avail. Goodra doesn't sound like she got a bad deal, either. But you don't see her. She has absolutely gone insane. She fills her bedroom with what she insists are framed pictures of the trainer and her. They're all blank.
       
        The victim I see in my dreams changes often, but they die the same way each time! And the deaths, in stark contrast to the victims, aren't pretty. Wigglytuff collapses in agony, dead of a heart attack before reaching the Pokémon Centre. Bellossom is mauled by wild Pokémon. She cries out, but nobody is willing to bear her stench to rescue her. Sylveon is taken into an alleyway, raped, then beaten to death after being drugged while on a date. Vaporeon takes a final, shaking breath in her bed before her organs give out from starvation. Pachirisu, the poor dear, has an emotional breakdown and commits suicide by drinking various cleaning chemicals. And Goodra dies of shock upon finding her "child" hanging from a ceiling fan. 7 images, counting the trainer, that I don't think I'll ever get out of my head. For fuck's sake, every fucking dream is a snuff film! I can't take this much longer!
       
        I can't help them; I want to. I really, really want to! But I can't unless they make wishes, or someone makes wishes for them. Vaporeon was helped by a kind Delphox who wished her back to good health, but her mind is fried; I have absolutely no doubt that she's still gonna starve to death unless someone wishes her shattered psyche back together. I don't blame the Delphox, though. He and his daughter have hearts of gold, the both of them. I'll go to my grave insisting that he had Vaporeon's best interests at heart. As for his daughter, her wish broke my heart. Her mother died when she was too young to remember her. All she knew of her mother was stories, as though she was brought into this world by a fairytale princess. Of course, she wished for her mother back. And, of course, I granted her wish. Sort of. As it happens, her mother was a Cinccino. I can't resurrect the dead, but I can revive their souls. The poor trainer of the 6 ill-fated girls used to have a Cinccino, whom he had recently rediscovered was living comfortably in a nature preserve after being released. Sacrifices were made, and that Cinccino was given the memories of the young lady's mother. Both of them, and the Delphox, still live happy, healthy lives to this day; lucky them.
       
        But for the Delphox and his daughter, I probably would've eaten a shotgun shell quite some time ago. The blood of 7 innocent victims is on my hands, and I can't help them until they ask for it! The Delphox and the trainer are close friends. That's lovely; otherwise, I have a sneaking suspicion the trainer would've been found hanged with his own tail. Maybe that Delphox can turn things around. But, just in case, let me broadcast a plea to everyone reading this.
       
        If any of you see a male Cinccino anthro, or any of the 6 maids I mentioned, I beg you. Please, for the love of Arceus, tell them everything will be alright. And tell them I'm sorry, and that I'll do whatever I can to make everything up to them. Oh, and, if you see me, wish for something that benefits one of them. I promise, if you do, I'll give you a second wish. Whatever you want. That's a promise, literally in writing, from a Legendary. Just make the nightmares stop. If you don't feel sorry for me, which you probably shouldn't, at least do something for their sake. As badly as my nightmares have scarred my mind, at least they end when I wake up. I can't say the same for them.
    • Whimsical Dreams
      By Whimsical Dreams
      Hello there!  I know I pretty much just joined the site, but this is far from my first time using an rp site, much less rping!  A quick note about myself before we get to the actual rp stuff, I've rped in several different capacities for around 6 years now, perhaps even more, anywhere from one on one smut sessions in WoW, to running a ridiculous year long campaign at a local game store as DM.  Additionally, I've used several different rp forum sites, so I have at least a gist of how they work, though I'll admit ecchidreams takes the cake for interface, design, etc.
      If you don't see a plot that interests you, or one that's taken, feel free to suggest a new one.  I won't turn a good concept or story down!  Worst comes to worst, I'm always up for discussing an rp, even if it doesn't happen.  
      Also, I'd appreciate if my partner(s) can give me at least some details to work with.  I know some of you prefer short responses, but I rarely can get satisfaction if I give you a vivid description of what I'm doing and the situation, and you respond with a very terse action and that's it.  Honestly, it ruins my flow and eventually, I just can't enjoy the rp anymore.  So please, if you are interested in rping with me, I ask that you at least give me something to work with and contribute a little bit to the flow of the story.
      Plots
      I'm pretty much primarily looking to play furry/anthro characters, so take it as a given in all scenarios I offer.  Though I prefer if the world were all anthros, I'm fine if you'd rather shy away from them and play a human instead.
      Just to note, I like darker themes most of the time, and typically any lighter themed rps will go to a darker place.
      For the sake of brevity, I have a pre-made album of images I like to use as references for my characters, which you can find here.  Make sure to check back every once in awhile, I tend to add more pics every so often.
      Roommates (taken)
      MC can't afford to pay her rent all by herself.  So she puts out an ad/asks people she knows/etc. to get a roommate or two.  Though she specifically wants a female roommate, some shenanigans happens and she gets stuck with YC (or multiple) as roommates instead.  Of course, sharing a small apartment with one or more guys can get to be quite the hassle... especially if one or more of them turns out to have more vile tendencies towards her.
      The Office (taken)
      MC and YC are coworkers in the same office building.  It's a crummy job for both of them, and they have to deal with lots of work, unhappy bosses, and drama from other coworkers.  But at least they have each other, right?
      The Power to Take
      YC has obtained some rather potent powers through some convoluted or mysterious means.  Ultimately, he can pretty much change shape, alter the material of his body, meld with objects, fur, etc, and most importantly, act as a sort of rape monster.  Refer to this comic and this set of images for a more concrete idea of what I mean.  We can also discuss additional powers you might want to have!
      Opening a Business is Hard
      MC has finally managed to open up her own store after years of planning.  Yet opening day has proven to be the only successful day, and since then, the business has been losing money.  With funds running ever lower, MC seeks desperately for someone to be able to bail her out and help her turn the failing business into a successful one.  Of course, she can't quite afford to pay up if he demands a large salary, so hopefully, they can come to an agreement.
      -Alternatively: The business is going great, at least until money starts to disappear.  YC is one of the employees of the shop, and is the one responsible for the theft, but so far, you've gotten away with it.  When MC comes asking questions, though, it's starting to get a bit hairy.  You'll have to come up with some way of getting away with it while keeping your job, as losing it cause of theft will mean you won't be working in this town again.  Of course, there might be other methods to get out of it...
      -Alternatively: MC is the manager of a new business, though only because she accepts a lower pay than she might've gotten otherwise.  Obviously, she isn't too great at her job to start out, and the boss sends in his nephew to find out how to fix it, as he has some experience in business.  Course... he might just turn around and make the business a personal pleasure garden for himself...
      My Sister and Me (taken)
      Our characters are brother and sister (preferably younger brother/older sister) and live a relatively normal life.  As siblings, they don't always get a long, in the irritated older sister/dopey little brother kind of way.  Though what would happen if he found out she was into bondage as much as he was?  Heavily inspired by this comic.
      The Rapeman
      By day, YC is just a typical guy.  Well... more like a loser really, with a crappy job and just a couple friends.  But by night and under the training of his mentor, he is... THE RAPEMAN!  (I just find the plot so intriguing, I couldn't bring myself to change it much... feel free to discuss this with me though!  Here is a link to the comic that inspired me!).  Whether it be to teach a terrible girl a lesson, make a shy girl open up to a brighter life, or punish a criminal woman for her actions, The Rapeman will be there to deliver sexual justice and freedom!
      My Own DM
      This one is actually quite different as it doesn't operate as a normal story, with a few characters exchanging actions and reactions and the like.  For this set-up, I would like if you could literally act as a personal DM for my character, create and run a world for her full of life and characters, and most importantly, offer scenarios and potential decisions for her to make, with exciting consequences!  I know this is a tall order, believe me, I've done this several times for my own partners.  I wanted to give it a try on the other end!  I honestly don't expect anyone to want to do this, but I figured I'd put this here just in case.
       
      Kinks
      I did as comprehensive a list as the Preference sheet offered, so I'll go into some detail about a few of them here.
      Non-Consensual/Rape
      This is by far my favorite kink and something I look for when playing smut.  Romance is nice and all but I played it all out over the years and frankly, I've gotten into the more kinky stuff.  So if you're not into forcing my characters into sexual situations... it's not that I'll refuse to rp with you, but you need to have a VERY compelling set-up for me.  Sorry but that's just how it is for me, and I've compromised with far too many of my previous rps that eventually led to me to quit them.
      Bondage
      A very close favorite of mine as well!  Most of the time, I use this term in reference to basic binding and gagging, though that doesn't mean I'm opposed to harder styles of it.  That said, heavy bondage might not be my thing... if you want to explore deeper aspects of this kink, I'd definitely like to discuss it first.  But just know that gags of any type (well... except cocks, I'm not the biggest sucker of them.  See what I did there?) are a huge turn on for me, and I very much enjoy scenes that restrict my character in some way, shape, or form.
      Ecchi
      Literally why I came to a site by this name was to do ecchi things!  I love the usual kinds of ecchi things that happen in anime and manga, and I have a soft spot for more perverted characters.  I've played with plenty of partners who are the bashful type through and through, and honestly, it's getting a bit old.  Even if you're shy or whatever, are you really going to look away when a sudden anime breeze lifts a girl's skirt!?  I like to add details about uniforms, undies, clothes and the like, and I much appreciate when I at least get acknowledged or reactions to them.  I've had plenty of partners that go right for nudity... and that's just boring to me.
      I should note that this is actually a rather light topic most of the time, and I'm actually okay with that.  If you want to do a lighter rp and throw in PLENTY of ecchi, I'd love to do it!  But know that ecchi can also be darker, like forced groping, forced clothes wearing etc.
      Incest
      So not my absolute favorite kink, but I'm not opposed to it.  In fact, I enjoy it from time to time, but specifically Older sister/younger brother, and specifically as a form of non-con/rape.  Having the younger brother rummaging through his sister's room, stealing her underwear, using it for... reasons... spying on her, and of course, raping her when their parents are sleeping right in the next room over, things like that.  I'm not totally opposed to other incest pairings, but know that brother/sister is my fave, mother/son is doable, father/daughter isn't really my thing and it's awfully played out.  Though uncle/niece works for me oddly enough.  Things like that.
      Breath Control
      Love it but not necessary in every rp.  Basically, I'm into different ways of choking, except choking.  I know, it's weird, but I'm not a fan of the physical action of wrapping hands around throat and strangling.  Moreso, blocking off the air supply, whether it be with a gag that's too tight, a mask with no holes, etc.  A few caveats here, the most I'll go to is unconsciousness, as long as we agree that it's just for the sake of knocking her out.  I'm not into death play, sorry.  And yes I know, there are complications in real life, but that's why I like to do it in rp and not in real life...
      Small Dom/Big Sub
      This is not a necessity by any stretch of the imagination, nor am I always needing this.  But I tend to like playing larger women in some case as opposed to the males that they partner up with.  Particularly, I have a soft spot for a smaller guy managing to overpower a big, tough girl through some resourceful means and claim his prize as he uses her.  Several species I play, like equines, bovines, dragons, etc, will tend to be large.
       
      Iffy
      These are kinks that come up a lot, and I'm not 100% opposed to them, but I probably won't be on board or will need something in return.
      Romance
      Vanilla is all fine and dandy but again, I've done so much romance I've nearly gotten sick of it...  I understand that everyone's fantasies are different, but I've gotten too attached to harder, darker stuff, and I struggle to go back.  I can do romance lightly here and there, but if you want to include this, I'm gonna need a some of my major kinks in return.
      Oral/Foreplay
      Again, another weird thing with me, I like to either delay any smut for long periods of time... or get right to it.  I'm really not a fan of foreplay (and let's face it, there's not much foreplay to rape typically.  Unless you're watching hentai, then it just never seems to stop), nor oral for that matter.  I don't mind forced blowjobs as much, but I really don't need my characters to be 'prepared' by their assailants.  I prefer to assume their bodies can prepare in time, or that any actions thereof aren't as gory as real life rape can turn out to be.  Again, these are fantasies in a roleplay, and I'd appreciate that a bunch of nasty things that are reasons not to do these things be kept out of it.
      Slutty/Dominant Female and Pet or Master/Slave Play
      So here's the thing.  The characters I typically play won't give in to their assailants, but they will be dominated.  Physically, anyway.  This is the part I enjoy the most about these kinds of dark rps, I get to have the rough smut without compromising my character's integrity.  There are plenty of other rpers out there willing to give you the slut you want, I'd rather be the more modest, undominated one you want so much.  Dominant females are less common out there, and in this case, my characters aren't usually among them either, sorry.  Due to these factors, I'm not a fan of being your willing pet nor slave.  
      HOWEVER, that doesn't mean I won't play these characters at all.  If I play multiple characters, I don't have as much of a problem including these kinds of girls/women, as they vividly contrast with my main character.  I'm also not opposed to being a pet or slave, but I'd prefer if it weren't by choice, and even then, expect to have to force my character to do your bidding most of the time.
      Large Proportions
      So here's the thing.  I'm a total hypocrite when it comes to this cause I keep blabbing on about how we should leave lots of real things behind, and yet I turn around and prefer more realistic proportions for characters.  But yeah, I'm in the boat of things that are 'too big' and includes both dicks and tits.  Less so with butts, idk why.  Anyway, under normal circumstances, I'd prefer if sizes were about average.  I'm talking like 7" maybe 8", C or possibly D cups, that sort of thing.  Sometimes, it just happens to be bigger because the character is bigger, and that's fine.  But you can't tell me that a 5' girl can have DDD boobs and call it normal.  And that's not something I'm into, though if she's like 8' tall and a bit wider, sure, we can talk.  Even so, I'm often willing to negotiate.
      This also tends to apply to fluids and stuff.  I enjoy the typical hentai thing of cumming enough for it to comfortably overflow, but let's not get into gallons upon gallons please!
       
      Nos
      These are kinks that I just can't or won't do, sorry.
      Piercings/Tattoos
      Regardless of the kind of character I play, I won't have my characters have this.  Earings, fine, but nothing else gets pierced.  No tattoos, either.  I don't like body modification for the most part, and this is under that umbrella.  Of course, if you want to include that on your characters, feel free to do so, but I won't have any on mine.  With the exception of penises, please don't...
      Chicks with Dicks and other Combinations
      I'm not opposed to playing with other female characters, though I won't play with females that sport male genitals.  Nor would I like to play with... erm... mixtures.  I would like all characters to be strictly male, with dicks, or strictly female, with breasts/vaginal tract, nothing else in between please.  This is just a personal thing, and I apologize if this comes off as ignorant, but I don't feel comfortable with these kinds of characters.  What I will accept, however, is strap-ons and temporary magical cocks (they can do and be everything a dick would do, as long as it doesn't overtly look like one.  for example, maybe it's made of energy and not flesh, that sort of thing).
      Enemas, Pregnant, and Inflation
      I'm not opposed to more overweight characters (maybe not so much for mine, I'd prefer thick boned, but if you want to play a larger, more rotund character, I'm not going to stop you.  To a certain extent).  But things that inflate the belly gross me out (and pregnant sex I'm opposed to for other, personal reasons, not so much because it's gross).  though I haven't experienced much want for these, I know they're more common in hentai than I'd like to think... so no to these.
      I'm open to bulging and slight cum inflation, but this is in more extreme circumstances (like if I play a smaller kitty anthro and you play a large bull anthro, then yeah, it makes sense for your larger cock to bloat the little kitty up.  Just... not TOO much!).
      Bestiality
      I've had this argument before.  Anthros are NOT beasts.  They're not animals, they're humanoids with animal characteristics.  I don't think it'll be too much of a problem on this site, but it has been on other sites.  I'm not into fucking feral creatures (except tentacle monster things that aren't octopi).  
      One thing I'll say is that I very strongly prefer human dicks as opposed to animal dicks on anthros.  Though if you make your case, I'm willing to negotiate.
      Toilet Stuff
      Sex on the toilet is fine.  As long as urine, feces, etc isn't involved.  When my characters go to the bathroom, it's merely mentioned, I don't go into much detail.  I hope you can do the same for yours!
      Death
      I'm fine with characters dying in stories.  But I'm not fine with characters dying during sex.  Or sexual actions that lead to death.  Let's keep the two separate, I'm already devious enough alright?  That said, I'm not opposed to undead sex, but we'll have to discuss this real hard before I accept it.
       
       
    • ArdillaVerde93
      By ArdillaVerde93
      There's a legend in the Hoenn region about a white rock. Apparently, if you write down wishes on pieces of paper, and attach them to the rock, your wishes will come true. I don't know much else about it; I've only been to Hoenn once, while passing through on a train. I haven't even seen the rock, let alone believing it can grant wishes. But I guess we have some weird legends here in Johto; who am I to judge? But I'm getting sidetracked. The point is, if that wish rock legend is true, I know exactly what I'd wish for. Not love; I already have that. I'm dating a beautiful Delcatty, who I've known since our childhood. And I don't want wealth. I mean, I guess everyone wants to be rich. Me, too. But money isn't all that important to me. I'm a feral Pikachu; what use would I have for it, anyway? So, what do I want? What would I wish for, if I could have anything in the world? I've had fame, friendship, unforgettable experiences,... just a fun-filled life in general. What do I want? To experience it all again.
       
        My name is Pichu Little. Or, at least, I think it is. It's what my older brother calls me. We - my friends and I - call him Pichu Big. Those names have stuck with us since we actually were Pichu. Gun to our heads, in fact, neither one of us could tell you our real names, if we have them. I'll have to think about a name if I'm ever mated. Until that day, just call me Pichu Little. Or just Little; I don't mind. If that name sounds familiar, I'll explain why. Along with my brother, we used to be some of the greatest pranksters in the world: The Pichu Brothers.
       
        Come to think of it, it could very well be the media that gave us our names; our faces were on TV in Johto more often than that narcoleptic Psyduck who used to host PNF. I was too young to have much of a memory of our earliest pranks, but Big claims we started small. Of course we did; everyone has to. I do remember a few of our older pranks. Toothpaste in cream-filled cookie sandwiches, taking each other's place when one of us got in trouble, making lights flicker,... We obviously stepped up our game since then, but we used to go back to those sometimes. Big told me that we didn't need to do something complicated and dangerous for it to be funny. Of course, we got into plenty of danger. But I didn't see Big complaining.
       
        He was a Pichu at heart well into his Pikachu years. Even fully evolved, he still did some pranks with me. But the "real" world got to him eventually. If you had told me, back in my Pichu years, that Big was gonna end up as a stuffy adult, we probably would've both zapped you. But damned if it didn't happen. He has a job now, working at a hotel in Goldenrod City. I'm so proud of him, too! But it doesn't leave us much time to just screw around together. Back when we lived in Millennium Town - we had to move when Big landed that job - we used to spend lunchtime sprawled out on a rooftop, looking through the windows of TV stations while eating whatever we managed to pilfer. Usually berries we took from the Murkrow. But we did get lucky sometimes. Cookies, chips, donuts,... There was, and might still be, a bakery on Route 58, and we would help ourselves to the rejected pastries. When we could; they figured out what we were doing pretty quickly, and made their trash harder to get to. We still risked it, though. Usually on birthdays and Christmas. Anyway, their stuff was delicious! I'll have to make it a point to check out if that place is still there, next time I'm in the area.
       
        Besides Big and I, we had a sort of gang. Let's see... There was a Teddiursa, a Smoochum, a Magby, and a Wooper. But that's not exactly a secret; the whole gang was involved in the pranks back in our heyday. As for what happened to them, I can only speak for Smoochum and Magby. They evolved, and married each other. Big and I went to the wedding. As far as I know, they're all still alive. If a member of the Pichu Posse died, it'd be in the news. Most of our activities were. Speaking of that, don't believe what these killjoys on the news say; the worst anyone ever got from one of our pranks was the sniffles. We didn't hurt anyone. Purposely, at least; occasionally someone got banged up. But, like I said, nothing too serious. Some close scrapes, though. I remember vividly - how could I forget - damn near falling off of the roof of a skyscraper. That was when we met that famous Pikachu. I was being a dick, as was my want back then, and karma gave me a little push. I know we met that Pikachu at least once after that. About 2 years later, if memory serves. He and his friends helped us catch a train. Yes; the train I mentioned earlier. See, we overslept that day.
       
        Big says we're going back, to see the old clubhouse. We can't stay, for 2 reasons. The first is we won't be able to play around in it, now that we're bigger. I have to admit, though, I'd pay some damn good money to see Big get stuck in one of the tires we built the place with.~ Anyway, the second reason is we obviously can't stay, since Big has the job in Goldenrod City. Honestly, that's fine with me. I just wanna see if the place is still there. It should be, but humans see things differently than us; it was home to us, but it could just be a pile of junk to them. I wonder if we'll be recognised. Big told me he met a fan in Goldenrod who pretty much recognised him right away. But that Pikachu, from what I gathered, is still famous. I hope, if I am recognised, it isn't because they're mistaking me for the other Pikachu. Anyway, that fan was supposed to be at a party at the hotel, so I showed up, too. But I didn't meet him. Not that I'd know if I had, but, hearing Big talk, this kid must be a superfan. I'd think Big would've pointed him out. According to a Delphox, apparently the kid's friend, he was there. But he had to step out. Something about a Goodra and a locket; I dunno.
       
        The point I guess I'm trying to make is, if I could have one wish, I'd wanna be a Pichu again. And not just devolving; I wanna actually be back in my prime. I know it'll never happen, but everyone has wishes. We're heading back to Millennium Town tomorrow. I guess I'll get to see for myself what became of the place since we left. I'm sure it's changed, but I hope the changes were for the better.
       
        *Author's Note*
       
        Been a while; huh? I don't think I need to explain who The Pichu Brothers are; check the Pichu Brothers card I made in my gallery. But there are things I should explain.
       
       "Big and Little:" Their actual canonical names are Pichu Big and Pichu Little. To tell them apart, look at their heads. Pichu Big has an extra tuft of fur.
       
        "White rock:" In Ruby, Sapphire , Emerald, Omega Ruby, and Alpha Sapphire, there's a white rock in Mossdeep City, near the Space Station. Speaking to a nearby NPC reveals that people like to write down wishes on pieces of paper and stick them to the rock. The wishes come true. The rock does jack dick for the player, but there were rumours in RSE that the rock would trigger an encounter with Jirachi once certain conditions were met. It won't. The only way to get Jirachi is to have it given to you in person at an event, or using a GameCube disc that was given to people who preordered Pokémon Colosseum. I have the disc. ^_^
       
        "Train," "helped us catch a train:" References to the 5th Pokémon short film, Camp Pikachu.
       
        "...damn near falling off a skyscraper:" Reference to the 3rd Pokémon short film, Pikachu And Pichu.
       
        "Clubhouse," "...one of the tires we built the place with:" The Pichu Posse lived in a clubhouse of likely their own making. The clubhouse is constructed from various bits of junk, including tires and pipes.
       
        "Route 58:" That doesn't exist in the games. It's an inside joke. Alvin And The Chipmunks debuted in 1958.
       
        Big's job, "superfan," "Goodra and a locket," "Delphox:" RP references. I can't explain the Goodra/locket/fanboy situation, because it involves kinks that put off many people. SMFoxy will know the specifics.
       
        "Delcatty:" Team Rocket's Meowth has a niece. A Skitty living in Millennium Town. This is canon.
       
        "...that narcoleptic Psyduck who used to host PNF:" In Pokémon Channel for GameCube, the objective is to watch Pokémon themed TV programmes. The news channel is called PNF, short for Pokémon News Flash. The host, a Psyduck, will occasionally fall asleep in the middle of a news report, leading to an abrupt commercial break. Narcolepsy is a disorder which causes victims to fall asleep randomly. Someone who has it is narcoleptic.
       
        Would you like to see a part 2? I'd love to write one! Consider this a journal entry.
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