Chiyako

Well it is a shame that this seems to have hit a wall. I was really looking forward to it.

I think once Moon makes a producer maybe we could start doing things? Activity might bring more people!

So quiet.

I have returned!

Just dropping in to let you know I'll be gone most of the weekend!

I am excited to see who the first producer is!

Whew, okay! I submitted a character! Let me know if anything needs changing!

Name: Izumi Aimi Age: 16 Sexuality: Pansexual Time with the agency: 1 Month x Strengths: Fairly talented singer. Obedient. Quick learner. Skilled dancer. Somewhat proficient with technology. Talented pianist. Very flexible due to gymnastics training. x Shortcomings: Easily flustered. Gullible. Ignorant about much of the world. May overwork herself to the point of exhaustion. Soft-spoken and difficulty with crowds. Still recovering presents stamina issues. Terrible with money. x Personality: Aimi is new to the scene. In fact, she is new to a lot of things due to her mostly sheltered upbringing. Aimi has a difficult time doing many things without the assistance of others, still in the process of figuring out how to live on her own. Her soft-spoken and readily trusting nature also make this worse, as it is fairly easy to take advantage of her. She is very curious and loves to learn new things. While shy around new people Aimi is a little ball of optimism and can often adjust fairly quickly to someone once she gets to know them. That said she has troubles opening up around groups of people as she is used to more personalized settings. She is easily flustered, especially with cursing or skimpier attire, and finds it difficult to be casual with others. Also she is used to throwing money around with wild abandon, and this has landed her into trouble before. History: Aimi was raised an only child within an upper-class family in the city of Ashiya, located within the Hyogo Prefecture. Since she was very young Aimi has always been very shy around others. Her parents attempted to send her to a private school for a few months during her early life, however constant bullying due to her nature and small size prompted them to switch her to private, personalized, one on one tutoring. While lonely she took very well to this method of teaching, excelling in all of her classes. Hoping to expand further upon her skills, Aimi's parents enrolled her in private gymnastics. This too she excelled with, and so they starting to add more lessons. Dancing, singing, and piano were ultimately found to be her limits alongside gymnastics and home schooling. While exhausting Aimi thoroughly enjoyed learning new things and took readily to these lessons. It also meant hanging out with other people, something she desperately yearned for due to her sheltered upbringing. Two years ago Aimi was involved in a car accident. Returning home in the night, their vehicle was hit almost head-on by an exhausted truck driver. Her father was killed outright. Both she and her mother were hospitalized. Aimi's mother passed away a week later. For the next year she was mostly bed-ridden. She grew very lonely during this time and, after some research and expenditures of money, managed to set up a Twitch channel. Aimi took to VTubing, hoping to break the curse of depression and loneliness which plagued her. While she never gained too much popularity some of her singing streams did manage to gain her a small following of a few dozen fans. The adoration they held towards her felt nice, and it was a welcome change from what she had become used to during her time in the hospital. Once her physical therapy had been completed and she left the hospital Aimi decided to look into doing something which might help to rekindle these feelings, ultimately settling upon the life of an idol. Having grown up in an upper-class upbringing, Aimi was confident that she could handle the expenses of starting up an idol lifestyle. Unfortunately her parents had unknowingly taken on some debts to uphold their lifestyle. Medical bills and a series of poor monetary decisions on Aimi's part forced her to spend away much of what she'd inherited. She ultimately ended up selling the family home, most of her possessions, and moved into a nice apartment within Tokyo. It became clear to her that she didn't know what she was doing, and so she sought out assistance. This led her to Hashi6 Productions, and after a successful interview, including references to her brief stint as a VTuber, she was signed on as a new idol! x Notable Skills: Flexible support for other idols. Could be an exceptional stage artist with enough polishing. Voice-signature: Aimi's voice is quite soft, which is rather befitting of her soft-spoken nature. She finds it easier to speak more clearly while she is singing, so long as she is comfortable in the moment. While she can hit higher notes she does find this more difficult, and it will wear on her throat more quickly. While she is flexible enough to perform well in a backup role her softer voice can make it more difficult for certain roles. Once she fully recovers her stamina will also recover to respectable levels, however she is still in the process of doing this. Comparable to the likes of Yoko Kanno. Physical Description: Aimi is quite short at 4' 9" (144 cm). Her athletic build is somewhat concealed due to her recent stint in the hospital. With slightly wider hips and full thighs Aimi has only a slight natural gap between them, and as a result of her training and natural build Aimi's rump has a pleasant, fitting roundness, although nothing over the top for her petite stature. While she doesn't have any tattoos she does have a few scars along her legs due to her accident, although these are very faint and easy to cover up. Breast Size: Halfway between an A and B-cup. Body Hair: Completely smooth. Sexual Experience: None. Sexual Ons: Aimi is interested in sex in general, although she is too timid to pursue it. The thought of being with multiple people is a particularly fascinating turn on. She is interested in men and women equally and enjoys the idea of making other people feel happy. Sexual Offs: The usual culprits. Diapers. Scat. Watersports. Etc. She isn't interested in BDSM as she doesn't like pain. For this reason the thought of anal also troubles her, although not as much as the other listed items.

This looks fun! I'll try and come up with something today!

The kiss upon the woman's lips was followed by one lower against her jaw. Then another against her neck. Another against her collar bone. With both breasts exposed to the air the vampire was eager to explore and to record her figure within her mind. Perhaps a part of her was even enjoying this, although she wouldn't admit to such things. She paused after planting a kiss against the woman's breast, right next to the nipple which currently was not under attack by her hand. "Alicia von Vulf. Scientist and master of the arcane arts." This time her lips pressed directly upon the areola, although only briefly as she continued to speak. "Nimona, yes? What is your rank within your clan? Your people do use a ranking structure, if I am not mistaken." Hardly a moment was given for her answer before Alicia's lips locked onto her partner's breast, squeezing at her excited peak. The tip of her tongue flickered against the same spot, making gentle passes against the rougher flesh. Her hand continued to knead at the other breast, playing with it, studying the texture and weight and tenderness. It was quite pleasant really, like playing with a smooth warmed pillow. I would not be surprised if she were popular at the den. All the while Alicia's other hand had remained hard at work. A second finger had slipped within the girl's body, moving in opposite directions to the first while it explored. Her thumb too assisted by applying careful amounts of pressure against her clit, brushing in delicate circles around the bundle of nerves. While she mapped out the wolf's inner flesh she sought out the spongey area that was her g-spot. These are going to make for some detailed notes.

Nimona's surprise was amusing, although not unexpected. Their people had been at war for a long time, and Alicia herself had inflicted more than her fair share of damage upon the wolves in the past. Without the lust things would have ended up much differently tonight. This way was better for her research. While before she might have needed to capture a werewolf for studies they were now eagerly disrobing in front of her. "Now you relax." One hand raised along the woman's thigh, drawing up to meet with her soaked slit. While one finger traced against the outline of her sex the others massaged the area directly surrounding it. Given her arousal she would not be required to spend quite as much time as she normally would on the warm up which was important considering the remaining time before daylight. It was only a few moments before one digit teased its way within Nimona's body, casually exploring as deep as it could get. Leaning in, Alicia planted a brief kiss against the wolf's lips. At the same time her free hand lifted up to meet with Nimona's breast once more. This time she aimed for direct contact as a pair of spectral hands assisted by tugging gently at her top.

Lips met with skin. Another kiss was planted in the same spot, one which offered easy access to an ample supply of blood. Then her lips connected, suckling softly. While a vampire's saliva did act as a sort of local anesthesia, Alicia's hand was also still at work against the woman's breast. Her palm squeezed beneath the breast. Slim fingers worked over where she felt the nipple. Together they would hopefully provide enough of a distraction. Let's see what you taste like. After giving it a minute the vampire finally sunk her fangs into her partner's neck. The suckling did not intensify so as not to draw attention to the act. It was a well-practiced feeding, mastered even, and designed to inflict the minimum amount of stress upon her victims. They tasted better that way. More importantly, it was best not to cause a fuss, and certainly not when she was also at her most vulnerable. She only spent half a minute feeding. It was more than enough energy. Nor did she want to weaken the poor girl, not when she was trying to establish better relations with the clan. Pulling away from the spot, Alicia beckoned one of her arcane hands over. A vial was uncorked and set against the spot in order to collect some of the blood which escaped. She didn't need much, and when it had been collected and the vial pulled away she leaned in again to kiss the mark she had left. In the same motion she cleaned up blood which had been left behind. The hand on Nimona's cheek had moved away, fingers moving in little circles to cast her regenerative hex. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she whispered, planting a kiss upon the woman's cheek, only to then sit up once more. Her hand only now left the pleasant squishy mass. "Perhaps you should undress before we go any further."

Unpleasant memories. Again: similar. She nodded once. Hair was fine. Blood could be acquired during a feeding, as Nimona suggested. It would give her more energy for the task as well! Saliva and cum too would be easy. She didn't even seem to mind the creation of such a potion, but then perhaps she was simply too distracted by her condition. A hand reached up as their bodies touched at the knees, slipping away her glasses in order to hand them off to her arcane companion. "I bit Darion. He was not left a thrall. You need not worry." The vampire sat up and leaned in closer until their faces were separated by mere inches. Crimson orbs locked upon her new partner's gaze. She was not a werewolf, but even she could detect the faint changes in the air at this distance. More prominent were the beating of her heart, which her ears picked up quite easily, and the heat coming off her body. "I will heal your bite as I did his." One hand traced along Nimona's arm, her shoulder, and along her neck until it settled against her cheek. While her thumb brushed against the woman's cheek she leaned in closer, planting a kiss against the other, and then another lower against her neck. Her free hand settled gently upon one of Nimona's large orbs, palm pressing in slight circles. "Impressive. We can deal with your clothes following the bite. Are you ready?"

"If at all? Do you not remember?" Perhaps they were more alike than she'd originally thought! Taking a seat where she'd been crouching, Alicia handed her journal back to one of the wispy black hands, and her pen to another. They could take notes should she become preoccupied. "You are clearly in need of assistance with your heat. I can offer that assistance. While I am still very much inexperienced in the ways of proper intercourse, I have plentiful experience with my tongue. In the short term I can assist in this manner. Long term I could discover a scientific method by which to assist." Not that this wouldn't be scientific. With a beckoning from her finger one of the arcane hands stretched over to her coat, retrieving a trio of glass vials. "I would not ask for much in return. Fur samples. Blood samples. Saliva or cum. My intentions are not nefarious, merely scientific. Direct observation. A polymorph potion. Darion provided some samples, and while these would suffice it would prove more viable were I to retrieve samples from someone of the same sex. Leftover materials can be utilized in the creation of a heat cure. Or, rather, a heat dampener."

Here she was stood near two werewolves, one male and one female. Both were in heat. The male, as she had already thoroughly tested, was more than capable of performing. Everything was going perfectly until it wasn't. What? Darion's sudden departure was a surprise to both women. For a solid minute the little vampire stood frozen, gaze fixated upon where her prime observation opportunity had once sat. While perhaps not equal, her frustration was similar to the flustered girl's. With an audible snap her journal was closed. Crimson orbs finally settled lower upon the woman. Still, an opportunity presents itself. "Lycanthropes fall victim to wild emotional changes during the heat season. A shame. I had hoped to observe your kind further. Rarely do I get the chance to do this so close." Her gaze trailed along the werewolf's form. "Is it painful?" she asked, stepping closer so that she might crouch down near her new subject. "Perhaps we might be able to assist one another. I have a proposition, if you are willing to hear me out."

We could go with that if you'd like!

A soft breath escaped from the little alien as the tail popped free from her body. It was nearly enough to cause her legs to falter beneath her! Thankfully she remained standing, albeit with shaking limbs. Nor would she need to worry for much longer as hands grasped at her hips and pulled her down into her friend's lap. With a smile her hands lowered, grasping at the erect meat held between her squishy thighs. Not only did she massage the throbbing head with her fingers but she also started to rub her friend's manhood with her legs! She even had a nice warm chair in the form of Zac's body! "Zeeva like this" she whispered, only to find her lips locking once more with the larger male's. Eyes closed while she leaned into the embrace. One hand grasped upon her tiny chest, fingers rolling her nipple between one another. Her breathing picked up, body wiggled and squirmed. It was made worse still when digits from Zac's other hand brushed across her soaked slit, and as he pushed into her body Zeeva's legs initially squeezed inwards, only to open up as she relaxed.

Okay I was gone again but now I am back!

While she had anticipated the potential for violence, Alicia had not expected it from the woman. The surprise attack had passed through even her defenses, and poor Darion was forced to suffer for it. Her hand released its grip as he fell. She had no intentions of inflicting harm upon him. Rude. Once Darion was laid out upon the ground the new werewolf's foot settled upon his chest. For whatever reason she had the audacity to order the little vampire around, as though it were her who was interrupting! Quite rude. The hand which had been offered in peace raised to the side. Fingers wiggled about while the two lovers wrestled together at her feet. With archaic words whispered a glowing red circle of runes appeared, and from their center extended a mass of wispy black hands. One tended to the door. Closing it was only proper, and locking it was going to be necessary regardless of how things progressed. Another grasped at the bags, lifting them over to a small table. It even began unloading the bags so as not to leave them to steam. Even if the woman was being rude it did not mean that she needed to follow suit. A third hand snatched up her journal, pencil, and her glasses. All three returned to her once their tasks were completed. "Is this really necessary? Each of us share a vested interest in this act." Despite her words Alicia had already set about sketching the two, adding notes to the margins. Werewolf combat trials were always interesting, but this was nonlethal. Could it perhaps be romantic too? Part of their mating rituals? There wasn't any need to stop it unless it became violent. She kept her arcane arts activated just in case.

Zeeva's eyes winced more tightly closed. With a single powerful thrust she felt her friend's cock bury itself right down her throat! The muscles tightened. She had to use every bit of willpower not to bite down, or to cough, but focusing upon suckling even more firmly seemed to help with it. For a moment she found herself with her face pressed flush to Zac's pelvis. Despite everything the little alien continued to tend to her duties, tongue lapping softly at the underside of the intruding meat. Seconds later he had pulled completely free from her mouth, leaving the poor little Zeeva panting as she caught her breath. She managed a smile as hands ran along her face and throat, head nodding hurriedly. "Zeeva is okay!" she exclaimed perhaps a bit more weakly than usual. "Zeeva is tough! Zac okay?" Eyes darted down for a moment. She had yet to help him to his finish! But perhaps he just wanted to take a break for a moment? "Is wanting to shoot in Zeeva?"

In her mind there was nothing wrong about a community raising the young as their own. It was noble. It was more efficient. It also allowed the spread and mixture of ideas and knowledge. She had admired the Lycans for it. A shame, then, that it might not have been true. "You still have many years to consider procreation. I believe your kind remain fertile longer than the Humans." Her head nodded once at the mention of sharing partners. Now that she had moved past the initial hurdle it was easier for her mind to entertain such ideas. "I encourage sharing. There are many things to try. To study. Notes to be made. It might even be entertaining. I care not whether it is another man, or a woman, or anything in between. Both." So many different combinations to study. This is an entirely new field of study! Despite the shower Alicia's ears picked up on the clicking of the door knob before their intruder had entered. She wasn't worried. Whatever passed through the door would not be a threat to her. Interestingly enough, it turned out to be another werewolf! A female, even! Flustering. Increased heart rate. It could be embarrassment. But I do believe it to be lust. She didn't bother to cover herself. Instead her eyes were focused upon the woman's form, drifting along from head to toe. Nor did she need to say anything: Darion was already on that. Speaking of which: he had also become suddenly aroused despite the surprise visit, which only further cemented her conclusion within her mind. Definitely in heat. Perfect! I can work with this. Stepping out from the shower, the little pale vampire stood beside the erect werewolf. For the moment her intention was not to get the two beasts fighting with one another. Darion's mind was clearly being influenced by lust. This girl's presence had surely switched on his heat. Putting a stop to it before it began was of great importance. For this reason she reached to her side, grasping upon the base of the man's erect cock. There was no way that he would be fighting when she had a commanding grip upon his manhood, and she doubted that the woman would engage with her own kind when they were so vulnerable. The attention could, potentially, assist with keeping Darion's composure intact. It was also a shock tactic. Would she be in the mood to fight when presented with such an outrageous idea? Perhaps the heightened lust within Darion's body might even guide the other wolf's lust. With a gentle squeeze of her fingers Alicia began to stroke him slowly from base to tip. Her attention, however, was focused upon Nimona. "Your interruption is not entirely unwelcomed, young wolf. It is as he has stated: we engaged multiple times in intercourse with one another. I have not enthralled him, unless of course you count my current actions. If what Darion states is correct then I invite you to disrobe and join us. Or you may depart and seek out your kin. Tend to yourself. Simply observe. It matters not. I am a woman of science. I care little for conflict between our kind. If anything, tonight has sparked an interest in keeping the peace." Alicia paused. Diplomacy. Miana would take that route. Taking a page out of her book, she extended the hand that wasn't being used to jack off Darion. "Alicia von Vulf."

I was gone for a few days! I will be potentially gone for the rest of the weekend too. But I can get replies going tonight! They are in a hotel but, being a werewolf, she could probably track them down if you wanted her to join up with them! @Venari99 @BladeRunner

A brow arched. She had not been joking. But it appeared as though his earlier statement was a joke. She didn't quite get it. Note to self: explore comedy in the future. The hand upon her cheek was enough to keep her calm. She nuzzled into it while they chatted away. More affection that she would need to accept here, for when else would she get the opportunity for it? Sure, she could come out to ask others for it. They would probably comply. But that was far too embarrassing, and normally her mind would be focused on more important matters. Even she understood the futility of planning for it. "Interesting. As a pack I had thought that you would share partners. Take care of the young together." This is why my polymorph potion is so important! They have been here for so long, and yet we know so little about them. He had a good point concerning moving on, when and if the time came. Having others would assist in that process. And of course more partners increased the number of acts that could be performed during intercourse. More variety. Somehow she found herself growing even warmer at the thought. "I am not hesitant to entertain your mortality. I think you are correct: once you passed it would hurt more if it was just us two together. But it also feels unfair to tie you down to just myself for the remaining years you might have. Are there not others you may be interested in? Perhaps even sharing a bed with myself and another? I have witnessed those of my kind who held onto a harem of viable partners. Such a thought has surely entertained your mind." An interesting question concerning the problem of age. It in turn created a far more interesting idea within her mind. "If you desired an end at that point then I would give it to you. Otherwise I would care for you until you perished. Alternatively, although I have not tested this or seen it tested, you could potentially become a thrall. Human thralls stop aging. Provided it is possible, I see no reason why a Lycanthrope thrall would be any different. But that would be something to consider in the long run. I doubt you have any intentions of such now, but in the future that may change." Hands continued to slip down, having been idly exploring this entire time. Now her fingers traced along his abs, his hips, his sides. There was plenty to explore now that she wasn't so focused on sex. Her notes were going to be quite detailed!

Crimson orbs bore into the much taller man stood before her. Watching. Studying. How might he react to such an answer? And why did it matter so much to her? Perhaps it was the thought of losing this affection that she had gained, something which she had secretly longed for. More than likely it was simply scientific. I am not used to any of this. My notes will take most of the morning. The vampire relaxed a bit when she finally heard his answer. "With benefits?" she mumbled to herself. A new category. It too would require a note. The benefits were most likely related to nudity, intercourse, and kissing. Not quite lovers. Perhaps the intensity of affection has something to do with it. Unconsciously she leaned into his palm as it graced her cheek. He agreed to sleeping with others, just as she'd proposed. This was good. It meant she could study others. Compare intercourse with others. Learn different techniques. "If that qualifies me for such a status then I must inform you that I am already a monster. I have crushed the hearts of more than one man with my hand. Even a few of your kind. Other limbs and organs too." She jumped a bit when the hot water touched upon her bare back. When she was finally submerged in it she relaxed, and then further still as she felt Darion's lips at her neck. Hands reached up to rub along his shoulders. Fingers traced over scars, curiously mapping them out within her mind for future note submissions. "If we progressed?" whispered the little vampire, body shuddering as hands moved along her pale thighs. It was a fair enough question. She was unsure of her answer. "I honestly do not remember ever really putting any great thought into the idea. Perhaps before I became a vampire. When I was a young girl with mortal dreams." Digits traced lower, now tending to his chest. "Now? Monogamy seems cruel. Do werewolves not take multiple partners? It is an area I am admittedly lacking in, which is why my focus as of late has turned towards it. It would be cruel in that case to tie me to you, or you to me. And then there is the question of mortality. I would outlive you. You would be spending a life with just me. I wonder if the loss would be more or less impactful if we were not so strictly tied to one another. It is not something I have experience with." Alicia paused. She felt heat enter her cheeks. "That is not to say that I could not become attached, even if we both had others. I have held such attachments in the distant past to others of my kind. And of course when I was still a mortal. I have not forgotten that. But it may very well be different now."

Alicia wiggled slightly within her lover's lap while hands grazed along her sides. Another wiggle was drawn from her when she felt his lips at her neck, head tilting aside in order to allow it. "Oh?" she mumbled, about to question him further when his hands secured her hips into place and his mouth embraced her own. Now freed from his Lycanthrope form she found it much easier to kiss him! Once more her tongue danced with his within their maws, tenderly stroking and gripping upon it. She hadn't even noticed that she'd been picked up. Thankfully she was quite light. When the kiss was broken she relaxed her head against his shoulder. Heat rushed to her face at his question. She didn't answer him immediately. Couldn't answer, for she did not know what to say. More importantly: it wasn't simply a joke. The fluster throughout his body and the increase in his heart rate suggested otherwise. Huh. A relationship. Hm. Her gaze lowered to the floor in thought as water rushed behind her, although it went unnoticed. When had been the last time that she'd had a relationship with anyone? It had to have been hundreds of years. At least. But this was also different. Her people were at war with his. Or, at the very least, were hostile with one another. And she barely knew him. Sex is one thing. But we are already affectionate enough towards one another. Still, that cannot be the only qualifier. What is he asking for specifically? For a good minute she remained silent, stuck within her own thoughts. Eventually her gaze lifted to meet his. She studied him before speaking. "What might you suggest our relationship is? I would say that we are beyond strangers. Beyond even acquaintances. Friends, perhaps? Lovers suggest something which has occurred multiple times. Partners suggests a fixed relationship. We are both open to this, and open to others. That is not to say that it couldn't progress over time, provided we retain a mutual friendliness towards one another. Friends, I think. At least."