Moon Hound Hati

Achlian nodded his bullhead, appearing to agree with the general sentiment. “Yeah, I prefer working out outdoors too. Don’t like air conditioning.” The air inside got stuffy and stale quickly when the gym was busy. “And it can get pretty crowded at times indoors.” That was a pretty big problem for a big guy like him, who took up a lot of space by default.

Thanks, glad you like it.

Oh, I see. So I am guessing you want things to develop beyond simply a first meeting between two people?

I'm confused. What does detention have to do with your character's sexuality?

“Yes, they certainly are strange creatures,” the bullman agreed with a nod. As subtle glances and expressions were exchanged briefly between the three sisters once more, he was only left to guess what they were communicating so silently between each other. Having no siblings of his own and having lived in relative solitude prior to coming to the human world, he had no idea what it meant to be that close to another person. Some days he wondered what it would be like and if he would ever experience it, but he usually avoided pondering on it too long, for fear of becoming sad; he didn’t like being sad. “What sort?” Achlian repeated, tapping his chin as he gazed up at the ceiling in thought for a moment. Chuckling, he gave Jessica his answer with an ever-optimistic smile. “A bit of everything, really. You probably can’t tell, but I like lifting weights-” he chuckled at his own joke, “-but I also do cardio and stamina regularly to mix things up and keep things balanced.” It dawned on him that she might have misunderstood the motivation behind his suggestion to become workout buddies. “Ah… I’m asking if you’re interested because training is more fun if you have someone to chat to during a workout, even if you’re both doing different exercises or have completely different routines,” he explained to Jessica and her two sisters. “Plus, it’s a lot easier to stay motivated when you have a friend who asks you if you want to go work out, rather than keeping yourself motivated every time.” He used to have a gym buddy before, but they ended up graduating from the academy last year, so he’d been without one since the start of his third year.

The bullheaded student couldn’t help but laugh at Claire’s words when she asked if his souvenirs were the tacky sort. “By the forefathers, no!” he replied, still chuckling as he pointed at the ornamented spear hanging on the wall the bed stood against. “I’ve traveled around some in this world. This spear, for example, I got when I got lo--errr, I mean traveled deep into a tropical rainforest the humans call the Amazon. I met a tribe there that, I was later told, was one of the last to have never been in contact with modern human society.” He paused briefly, grinning sheepishly, flashing his large, white teeth as he scratched the back of his head. “They thought I was some sort of god when we crossed paths, so they gave me this spear.” He choose to omit the fact that the tribe also attempted to sacrifice one of their people in bloody fashion as a tribute to him, but he managed to steer them off that path, despite not speaking their language, and later managed to sneak away under the cover of darkness. It certainly had been an adventure. The trio then went on to list their own hobbies, with each one seeming to have some of their own. Makes sense, he thought to himself. Just because they looked identical, didn’t mean they were the same on the inside. It was probably easy to forget something like that. For Achlian it was just a little bit different. Minotaurs live in relative isolation, often feared and shunned, even by their own kind, so he’d come to see as each encounter, each meeting of a new person, as something more unique and worth celebrating - compared to a lot of other people, probably. As such, he was trying his best to remember which sister was which. “Fitness, huh? I like that too. We could try being workout buddies… If you’re interested and looking for one, that is,” he suggested to Jessica, flexing one of his large, muscular arms to playfully reinforce the notion that he also worked out. It was one of those things that, while enjoyable in its own ways, was more fun with at least one friend.

@Lynnette Makoto couldn’t help but snigger a lot at her jokes. In hindsight, they might end up becoming somewhat cheesy, but at that moment “give me the stuffed sausage, diner-daddy” would have likely had him going soft with laughter if her narrow canal hadn’t been constantly contracting around his dick. “You sure you can handle the whole stuffed sausage, Akari-Oujo?” he asked with a grin as he imagined a very prim and proper-looking Akari attempting to stuff a giant sausage into her mouth in one go. At the same time, though, he began pushing a little harder against her bum with his lower abdomen. As the conversation switched to one a little more serious, or at least deep, he listened attentively while his thumbs pushed against the muscle between her shoulder blades. “I wasn’t born in the city, but I’ve lived there so long now I might as well just be a city boy.” That’s right, he’d been born in a town further inland, but his family moved to where they lived now when he was about five years old. He still had his country accent by then, which made him subject to quite some teasing from his friends and classmates for a while. “I want to go back and visit once I get my license. Partly for nostalgia, but the place is famous for its hot springs and I don’t recall ever having gone when I still lived there, so that’s certainly on my bucket list.” Hearing her share her experiences made him feel like there was a slither of a deeper connection growing between them; something they had in common and could relate to. It made Akari feel like a little more than arguably the hottest tomboy in school who was currently taking a covert dicking from him. Not that he didn’t like her before, as a person that is. Even back when she was dating Yuuto, she was cheerful and easy to get along with. “Sounds like we both have some wanderlust in us, then,” he suggested as his fingertips drew a wavey pattern down her backside, halting just below the soft curve of her tight rear end. “How about we… wander off together some time, then?” Perhaps his words were a bit more loaded than they should have been, but asking her to travel together sometime, regardless of their destination, somehow felt like the natural thing to do; felt like something he wanted. Perhaps he should have been a bit more nervous about asking something like that, but it seemed silly to fret when he was sliding in and out of her pussy.

"Watermelon? Coconut? You girls are lucky I got both in stock!" the minotaur man replied with a soft laugh as he fished requested ingredients out of the fridge. The banana was no trouble, but the watermelon he had to split and coconut had to be cracked. "I usually go hunting for souvenirs," he told them as he prepared to make the banana smoothy first. Once all three drinks had been prepared, he brought them over on a platter, handing each order to the right girl. If he had been paying less attention he'd probably have mixed them up. "What about you three? I hear you like pulling pranks, but are there any other hobbies?" he asked as he sat down next to the one sister who was seated on the bed.

Achlian led the trio of trouble-making sisters into his room, closing the large door behind them once all of them had filed in. “Just sit wherever,” he told them as he gestured towards the main area. There was a large bed, but also a round coffee table in front of it with some cushion seats placed around it. Moving to the tiny kitchen area his room had, he pulled out the smoothy maker, some fruit, and ice. “Any preferences for the flavor?”

Located on the ground floor of the dorm building, Achlian's room is one of the larger ones in order to compensate for his large figure. Naturally, this means the bed and other furniture are also appropriately sized to fit his stature. There are knick-knacks of all kinds to be found lining the walls and shelves, all souvenirs he had collected over the years.

Achlian nodded as Jessica introduced herself and her two sisters. Opening his mouth, he was about to protest ditching their duty but then closed it again, changing his mind. “Sure, we can head to my room and I’ll make us some smoothies,” he said as he turned and glanced at the replanted tree. “Putting the tree back in place was the main job anyway and that’s done now.” Dusting off his jacket, he noted, more to himself than the girls, “I should take a shower later.” Having worked up a bit of a sweat logging the tree and putting it back in place, his fur and uniform were sullied with some dirt and sweat.

He wasn’t too surprised that they did not know him. Unlike the troublesome trio themselves, he did not have as notable a reputation, good nor bad, as theirs. There was probably not many in the school, especially in their year, that didn’t at least know of the LuBelle sisters and their pranks. “Achlian Ajax. We’re in the same year, but I’m in another class,” he replied simply with a shrug of his broad shoulders when they inquired about his identity.

The reason Achlian agreed to the cleaning duty was two parted; the first was that his turn was coming up anyway, and the second being that he found gardening the least tedious of all chores due to his natural affinity with the soil and vegetation. And a little heavy lifting helped keep his large muscles to stay in tip-top shape! “How about a treat once we’re done?” he suggested as he noted their obvious lackluster attitudes towards the task at hand. Maybe something sweet like that would help them switch gears. "I’ve learned how to use one of those smoothy maker devices, so I could make us some fruit smoothies!"

@JennyDK It was a sunny late afternoon at the academy. Classes for the day were finished and most students had either departed or were attending club activities. The large courtyard of the school, with its impressive fountain that continued to spew water up into the sky, was thus largely deserted. The only souls to be found wandering around were the trio of LuBelle sisters and the minotaur Achlian Ajax, who almost quite literally dwarfed the girls by comparison with his three-meter tall, hulking mass of muscle and fur. It was honestly a surprise to Achlian that he could fit into his school uniform, considering his physique. What did humans say, “a marvel of modern engineering?” It certainly had to be that! “Oopsy daisy~!” With a slight grunt, he lifted up a tree that had been knocked over by some other large monster student by accident earlier that day. After making sure it wouldn’t tip over again, he gently placed a hand against the bark of the tree and focused his magic. The roots came alive and began worming their way into the soil as said soil shifted to cover them up. Soon it almost looked like nothing had happened at all. “Wew~! Well, that takes care of that! How are you girls doing?” he asked while turning his head, looking out to where the trio of sisters was working. They’d been assigned clean-up duty for the courtyard that day.

Howdy folks! Just joined the club and posted my character. Looking forward to mingling with you all! ^^

Name: Achlian Ajax Age: 201 Position: Third-year student Sex: Male Race: Minotaur Personality: Achlian is a simple man that enjoys the simpler things in life. He works hard, but also enjoys his free time, often just taking it easy. Other things he enjoys are food, traveling, collecting souvenirs, and sating his unquenchable desire to breed when it flares up. He’s not easily angered, but when he is it’s like a bull seeing red. Powers: Minotaurs are known for their fierce strength and toughness, but what sets Achlian apart is that he also has some dryad blood in him, granting him the ability to manipulate plants and trees, as well as commune with them.

Sounds good to me. Good opportunity to have our characters dressed for a change. Get it?!

@Lynnette He’d caught himself before bursting out into laughter at her deadpan joke, which, for some reason, tickled his funny bone a lot harder than it should have, managing to tone it down to a hearty chuckle. “I’ll be sure to blend in like a chameleon,” he responded as he leaned forward. Resting his weight on one arm, his torso lightly pushed up against her smooth backside as his other hand made motions to reach for the small bottle of suntan oil laying on the warm sand, just before and in-between their beach towels. Inching his hips forward in tandem, his manhood slipped further between her thighs, and eventually, after a little prodding, slipped inside Akari. Whereas the sun provided a scorching dry heat, the inside of her vagina provided him with a much more pleasant moist heat. Though his body tensed up a bit as he felt her walls coil around him, he managed to stay relatively unfazed, the most notable reaction being a somewhat deep exhale as he pushed himself back into an upright sitting position. Still buried balls-deep, his pelvis pushing up against her round tush firmly, he flipped the orange cap of the bottle open, applying a little bit of pressure in order to squirt some of the thick, white liquid onto his hand. “Saving up?” His eyebrows rose up when she mentioned him working more than usual. It wasn’t exactly a secret that he worked part-time at his parents’ restaurant, but he’d not really bothered telling anyone he’d been taking some extra hours here and there after school to fatten the piggy bank for his driving lessons. Suffice to say he was a bit confused, though the surprise caused by her casual remark suppressed any real paranoid thoughts before she revealed the true source behind her information: the daily commute from the school. ...She’d get a little payback for that. “Yeah,” he began before swiftly and suddenly pressing both his hands, now covered in surprisingly cold suntan oil, against her backside, which would no doubt get a bit of a reaction out of her. Once things had settled down a bit again, he began to work in earnest, giving her both a massage inside and out, sliding deeper as his hands moved higher onto her backside, repeating the motion meticulously. “I’ve been saving up for a driver’s license.” “Guess you’ve never been inside then, huh? I’ll give you the VIP treatment if you ever decide to drop by though, dear customer… Or would you prefer to be called something more… intimate?” Though he spoke jokingly, a smile playing on his lips as their secretly sensual sex massage continued, he would certainly give her some special treatment if she dropped by during his shift. Don’t ask him why though; he simply felt like it. “How about Akari Oujo-sama? How can I be of service today, Oujo?”

Also still here. Things were just getting good, so hopefully it will all pick up again now that Easter has past. ^^

@Lynnette Sitting next to each other proved somewhat challenging when it came to placing his gaze. Just handing her the blue bottle of suntan oil had his eyes lower to steal peeks at Akari’s figure, which was in peak performance, to say the least. That’s one thing he could confidently say the swim and track and field teams had in common. And a healthy body makes for a healthy libido, he reasoned with himself. “One man’s pity-prize is another’s jackpot.” A soft, coy smile played his lips as Makoto half-turned his head as she rolled onto her stomach and suggested he give her a massage, as a condition, of sorts, for his “pity-prize.” It wasn’t hard to figure out she was doing more than just tossing him a bone, especially when she suggested he get on top of her. For just a literal moment he had hesitated. She’d dated Yuuto, his friend, and fellow swim club member, after all. But then again they’d seemingly broken up just fine after what seemed like just a brief relationship. And it wasn’t as if they’d broken up just last week; it had been a while now. Pushing with one hand against the beach towel beneath him, he slowly rolled onto his side and then onto his knees. Dark blue eyes gliding across her exposed backside, he appreciated the view; fair skin free of any major blemishes as far as he could tell at a glance and a well-defined figure, with the curvature and shape of her rear being the main eye-catcher. Carefully straddling Akari’s legs just below the aforementioned ass, he noted they were slightly spread apart, leaving just a slight gap to peek through. It was a subtle invitation -- if he read the proverbial room right -- and that even got a laid-back and easy-going guy like Makoto going. His partial chub was starting to evolve into a full-on erection and there was little he could do to stop it. Deciding it was a do-or-die situation, he soldiered on and leaned forward. Placing his fingertips gingerly against the smooth skin of her back, just below the shoulders, he could feel the slight tension in her muscles. Meanwhile, she, in turn, would feel the tension of his rock-hard, slightly upward curving reproductive organ gently graze and slide against her thighs and into the slight gap between them, the still sheathed head brushing against the heat of her nether lips. “How does that feel?” As he asked this, he had begun applying a bit of pressure with his thumbs, drawing small circular motions. At the same time, however, he’d also be rolling his hips back and forth, inching his member back and forth just enough that it was noticeable to Akari, the head playfully brushing against the puffy labia of her sex. “I can do it a bit… harder… if you want.”

That's OK... As long as you aren't a longsword main.

Hm, I should see where I can put our school nurse. He's free if anyone wants him, otherwise I'll keep him in reserve for a bit.

Understandable. I personally prefer small groups of two to four characters at the most. It's not much of a problem if each post is just a few short paragraphs, but the longer they get, the more work it becomes writing reactions where possible and needed, in addition to putting in new content to advance the scene.