sexfight Plot collection - slutty streamers, shut-ins fucking in VR, game shows, magical girls turned pornstars, voyeuristic nobles, sexfighting supers, monsters hunting in cities, politics in sex-city, sexfight civilisation, holy sexfights, and more!

Description

The Dollhouse is an experimental media project. While other companies used the new technology of creating artificial bodies and minds to make cheap porn without needing to pay actors, snuff films, and other nonsense, a media conglomerate made nymphomaniac, hyper competitive streamers, planning to fully abuse the unholy combination of parasocial attachment, and letting fans rig sexfights between their favourites by giving donations.

The end result is an apartment building filled with nymphomaniac, attention craving, hyper competitive people with hypersexualised bodies and zero shame or limits having nigh constant sexfights, official or unofficial, on stream or off.

Stepping into this mess, you would either be one of these people, an outsider brought in as a publicity stunt to give people someone to self insert to, or a manager of the whole piping hot mess who has the permission to fuck the streamers as long as they give permission (and they will unless you fuck up catastrophically) as an explicitly stated benefit of the job.

I have some ideas for plots involving competition with other companies with a similar model or trying to find the time between all the sex to leverage social influence to fight for the rights of other artificial minds and rescue them from particularly abusive setups, but there is 0 reason to not let it just be porn until we get bored of that and decide to spice it up with some plot.

As a final side note, I would like to include the sort of games mentioned in the Game Master's Hotel plot, but this is entirely optional.

After an apocalypse drove humanity underground generations ago, only letting them survive and rebuild using robots controlled via VR rigs, most people turned to said VR for escape, hand crafting attractive avatars and spending their time prowling the 18+ servers in search of some fun.

The simplest version is just following your character as they enjoy themselves in this virtual world to escape from their life in a 5 by 5 concrete cube, and potentially meet and fall in love with someone who happens to live in the same bunker that they do, eventually daring to move their romance to the real world (not to the exclusion of virtual reality, just in addition to it).

Alternatively, we could make them be rivals online before the government, worried about lacking childbirth in this setup, begins to arrange 'marriages' for the purpose of getting children (the result of which can be somewhere in the nebulous future and not involved here, or can be solved by some suitable dystopian way like physical removal to be incubated elsewhere so that the woman is ready to conceive again earlier or whatever).

If you would seek more plot, I had one in mind for dealing with a threat to the whole system, with the explicit hook of there being a fairly easy way to instead make it worse, but still only truly affect anything entire generations after you die, for personal benefit.

A massive VR game show suddenly earned massive popularity. In it, a small number of teams of hundreds of people (or a large number of teams of a dozen people at a time) are placed into a vast constructed arena populated only by them, the other team, and NPCs to keep the middle at least a little busy.

They will need to strategize to conquer territory, corner their opponents, and win by either having more points than the opposing team at the end of the timer spanning days, weeks, or even months, or completely controlling the arena and crushing the bases of all other teams.

The main way to earn points is by controlling territory or looting them from respawning caches in the no man's land, but you need to have points on you to carry them.

The other way is to defeat a member of an opposing team and take their points.

And of course, the reason why the game became so popular: fighting is done by sex, and defeating someone means fucking them silly.

Will you have what it takes to be part of the winning team? Or will your team get crushed and dominated, and you will end up as fucked silly loser?

This plot can be played out as a grand epic from any point ont be chain of command, or as a series of short scenes from different characters and different moments in the game.

Another popular VR game show. Rather than pitch massive teams against each other, they place a vast quantity of people into a virtual reality hotel and give them the following instructions:

At the end of the gameshow, the contestants will turn any points they have in for rewards.

Contestants cannot lose points unless they explicitly choose to bet them or spend them on something.

Having a competition gives points based on how sexy it was for the audience and how long it took.

The definition of a competition is as follows: the game has to have a sexual element of some sort, has to not be entirely decided just by physical traits (fe. a breast size competition has 0 skill expression, arm wrestling does not), the defeat conditions have to include climax, submission, or something along those lines (though they don't have to be exclusively those) or the pleasure has to have the potential to seriously hinder the player's ability to win, and the contestants have to have some way to make resisting climax harder for their opponents (competing to decide for whom additional sources of pleasure are added counts, even if it isn't a direct line from 'I do thing' to 'an opponent feels more pleasure'). That is it, and the combination of VR and a director AI that can program new ideas into the game on a whim allows some truly absurd contests.

The plot would include going around the hotel, challenging and being challenged to competitions, and then participating in fascinating new ways to sexfight.

As some examples of the competitions I had in mind:

A trivia contest where wrong answers/not answering/slow answers judged relative to others increase the intensity of sex toys on your body.

Being put in an apartment and having a five minute timer in which one side is completely immune to pleasure and much physically stronger than the other, forcing the other side to hide and run. Once the timer runs out, both are immune to pleasure for one minute and the person who was running is blinded and paralysed, and then the person previously immune has the immunity lifted and the blinded and paralysed person stops being blind and paralysed.

Another five minute timer is set, and the scene repeats until someone cums.

Playing chess, but each point of material lost turns up the setting for a sex toy that is only on when it's your turn, with no turn timer. Victory conditions are climax, submission, or checkmate.

Strip poker, except besides clothes, you can also bet sexual actions to be done to you by the winner of the hand, and are eliminated by climax.

A drinking contest with alcohol laced with aphrodisiacs and both sides being encouraged to add kisses, hand jobs/fingering, dirty talk, and/or footjobs as additional pressure.

In a far, dystopian oligarchic future, magical girls began to appear. Alongside them began to appear monsters taking the guise of beautiful women with monstrous parts and evil magical girls. However, due to the world's advancements in combat technology, their usual invulnerability to conventional weapons didn't apply. This led to the magical girls not being truly needed as protectors, and thus having a lot of free time on their hands.

The greedy, lustful oligarchs took note of how magical girl and the monsters shared the trait of diminishing power being displayed by clothing destruction, and wasted no time in bribing and/or blackmailing magical girls and capturing monsters for the sole purpose of pitting them in sexual gladiatorial battles.

Over time, things grew more streamlined and civilised, and what started as an underground competition ring morphed into a semi-legitimate sport mixing sparkling magical girl combat, and, in the more restricted channels, battles of sexuality.

This plot has many variations: whether a magical girl can awaken as one only in her 20th birthday or at any birthday after and including 20 with greatly diminishing frequency (with the oldest known awakening being 38 years old or something like that), whether the problem of criminal magical girls and monsters is completely solved or whether it is only partially handled and the life of a magical girl mixes street fights and arena fights, how actually public the sport is (could even take place in the early days as completely underground), whether there is looming threat or a plot by magical girls to overthrow the dystopian oligarch government, in what way specifically are magical girl combat and sexfighting intertwined (could range from the powers being expressly sexual to there not being sexfighting at all and the sex being a punishment for the loser from the winner instead), and so on. I would be glad to figure these out with you.

High, noble society is a vicious place. Nobles of all stripes secure status by taking it away from others and humiliating them routinely. The best way to climb, is to use another as a stepping stool.

Under the old rulers, this was a subtle war of poisonous words and framing people then spreading rumours about them, of cutting remarks and slowly ruining their allies until they are all alone.

The old ways are still present, but with the Mad Mage's ascent.to the throne by way of demonstrating enough power to reduce the Kingdom to rubble if defied, the form they take has changed. Old senses of propriety have eroded as the Mad Mage demanded to be entertained, but while the first to be commanded into battles of will and sexuality found the whole thing demeaning, as time went on and the heirs of nobles entered the scene, they took to these new rules with enthusiasm.

Now, the best way to humiliate someone is to make them cum their brains out, to make them your slut and publicly debase them as the whore they are.

While public, official matches are now respected, being seen ok the throes of ecstasy in public outside those is still seen as deeply shameful - though people studiously ignore the winner's participation, only shaming the defeated party so long as they at least give lip service to discretion. Noblewomen are left in semi-public spaces where they will be found eventually with their pussies gaping and pumped full of holes, and no matter how obvious is is who defeated them, everyone pretends not to see and shames only them. Tables come with curtains, allowing easily hidden fingering or handjob of a rival next to you or footjob of someone across from the table, with the expected response being to excuse yourself and leave to maintain your dignity, or return the favour and humiliate them in turn.

It takes ruthlessness and great skill to thrive in this environment. Do you have what it takes?

A godlike being brings queens, princesses, merchant women, and all other kinds of women of standing who have lost everything to its halls. It provides them with devoted servants and protectors, as well as food and shelter.

In return, it expects spectacle - using the prideful and dignified and often innocent women as stakes, while their attendants clash in desperate sexual battles, knowing that defeat means their beloved ruler will be humiliated by the opponent's ruler and their entourage.

In this plot, you would play either as a new ruler, or as a member of a new ruler's entourage.

It was not too long since super powered individuals began to appear in what would come to be called Erocity. Their bodies, impossible to injure through regular means, turned out to be surprisingly susceptible to being fucked into exhaustion, and as a result, Erocity transformed.

Given the rampant sexual battles in the streets between the many suddenly popping up supers, children and those who did not accept this were evacuated from the city, their dwellings purchased by lusty rich folk eager to be part of the beginning of a new epoch, to see all the sex, or to maybe even become a super themselves.

With this many rich people flowing into the city, riches flowed in too. Given how non-lethal super battles were, both to each other and due to their choices of weaponry to bystanders, this, and a program by the richest man in the world that gave basic essentials - an apartment, a sparse but not unlivable monthly income with no price at all - to any super who registered themselves, with documentation confirming that this information would not be given to law enforcement and providing tasks, heroic or villainous, they could fulfill for more rewards - the result was most regular crime being driven out of the city, so while crime spiked to unfathomable highs, actual danger to citizens dropped like a rock, going well below the average for the city's history, or even other cities of it's size.

As a new super who just awakened their powers, the world is yours for the taking. A life of sex and adventure awaits!

In a city, quarantined from the rest of the world, beautiful terrors of the night prowl. Vampires, succubi, kitsunes, banshees, and beautiful and terrifying versions of almost any monster you can imagine stalk the shadows, ambushing men and women alike and sexually draining them, a process that leaves them lethargic and is suspected to shave a good few years off their lifespan.

As one of these terrors, you will prowl the midnight streets to feast on the unlucky or unwary, and clash with others who would see you as competition, draining everyone you come across in your bid for more and more power.

Alternatively, you may take the role of one of the few who choose to do something about this, vigilantes that try to best these horrors at their own game and fuck them silly.

Perhaps it's the fact that the draining bond of a terror is two directional, and a terror bested at their own game by a mortal will leave that mortal empowered, and that while anyone can choose not to drain, the terrors cannot choose to not allow the bond to form, meaning that while terrors can drain anyone, anyone can drain terrors.

Or it is because you cannot stand the depravities inflicted on your fellow man.

Either way, the shadows grow long, and monsters and hunters alike begin to prowl. And starting from tonight, you will be on the prowl with them.

You awake, one day, in a back alley. You do not have any clothes, but as you contemplate your predicament, you realise that beyond your name, you have nothing. No belongings, no memories.

Soon, you will explore, or perhaps be guided, and find that you are in a world that is not real.

The common folk, those you can see in the street, are just bodies, ever shifting, just to make the city feel alive.

There are some natives that are intelligent, though for some, direct inspection will still find them to be lacking of thought beyond their assigned archetype.

Beyond those are the only real people in this world - some natives, people like you, and the rulers who made the world.

You will find the world bends to the will of all who have a will.

And you will find, that the world is at war. A subtle one, lest the rulers grow bored of too open conflict, but a war nonetheless.

You will find that people like you cannot be hard, only incapacitated through sex. You will find that with how weak and absent the people and world are, getting yourself into a position of social and economical power is easy.

And you will find that everyone has gone through that. You will find that everyone is a rival or subordinate in this game of economics, politics, and ideology. You will find yourself embroiled in a game of sex and politics as you struggle with the other factions, rise through the ranks and challenge their leaders, or make your own faction and play the big ones off against each other.

At the top of it all are the Rulers, capricious all powerful gods who reward the particularly cunning, skilled, and clever. To prove yourself worthy to them is to have anything and everything you want - perhaps even a way back home with everything you earned, should you still wish for this, or to restore your memories, or anything else you can think of.

So what are you waiting for? Dust yourself off and bend the world and it's people to your will. Claim your place at its peak, as you were meant to be.

In a post scarcity utopia, where wealth or status cannot be obtained in the old ways, the only way to be recognised is to fuck your way up the ranks of society.

While hobbies exist, and people can live comfortable lives without ever indulging, any conflicts, over social status, or personality clashes, or over who claims some of the few remaining things that cannot be made infinitely, are resolved through sexual battles.

And you are not going to lie down and let the world roll you over, are you? Especially when the worst case scenario is shame and incredible pleasure.

You will try your best to work your way up the ranks and gain worldwide fame.

Eros' Fall is a city where the veil between the mortal and the divine is thin, and the deities of love and lust speak.

Many who live here become Conduits, imbued with power. A conduit can freely choose from any god who will make them an offer, who will then remake this power into divine magics for the conduit to wield in pursuit of spreading their faith to the masses.

Of course, with this many conduits and this many gods, they need to find a way to resolve their conflicts, and what better way for the chosen of sexual deities to battle than through sex?

As a Conduit, you will negotiate with gods, champion their philosophies, and fuck anyone who disagrees with you into submission. It is a, if you'll pardon the pun, blessed life.

You were granted powers by something beyond you. They are small for now - slightly extended lifespan, minor cosmetic adjustments of your body, and increases to your strength, stamina, and so on in similarly small measures. You also find a mysterious bank account paying you a small stipend.

You are told that you can strengthen all of these, however, eventually becoming a god among mortals, simply by facing others like yourself in sexual battles and defeating them, claiming the power created by the friction of your powers for yourself.

You are also told that as long as two powers are clashing, you will not be found by those without the spark, though this protection will fade shortly after you stop your sexual clash.

And the last gift that you and all others like you share, is the spark. A spark in your eye that you can see in their eyes, and they can see in yours. A spark that will ensure that two chosen will always be down to fuck.

Anyone can be chosen. It could be an idol, an untouchable CEO, the cashier at your local convenience store, your neighbour, your boss, the jogger you just met in the park. Anyone. And you have just been given an excuse to have sex with them, and the certainty they will want to have sex with you too. So what are you waiting for? Get out there and enjoy life to the fullest!

You have always dreamed of participating in the SexBot Arena. Of making your own build, and watching it defeat the works of others.

A windfall brought you the opportunity you needed, and so you bought parts and got to work.

Soon enough, your creation was complete, or at least prepared for a field test - just in time for a local tournament to begin recruiting.

In this RP, you will play as an engineer making the robots, but you may also play as the robot itself. Since, of course, robots don't cum, there will instead be provided artificial skin/cover mesh complete with sensors that will faithfully measure how much pleasure the average human would have felt, and the robot has to have a programmed amount of this variable based on its build and the 'weight class' of the battle, that will shut it down in defeat.

There are two deities, one of hope and one of despair, also known as growth and stability by scholars. They battle, and their battles go in cycles, mirrored in the mortal world where their chosen wage sexual war beneath notice of the populace - one side is pushed to the brink, then surges, manages to recover to a stalemate which lasts for some time, and then either side pushes the other to the brink only for them to recover again.

This allows for narratives for dominants (you are part of the side currently growing, either crushing the stranglehold or destroying remnants of resistance), submissives (you are part of the currently shrinking side, either being hemmed in or falling to a resurgent champion), and switches (you are during a stalemate, with each defeat seeing you switch sides).

The combat works like this:

Everyone has power. This power can be channeled by cumming with a penis, or by skin contact. Both sides are trying to wear the other side down mentally, physically, and sexually, and then deliver a strike when they are weak.

A woman wins by draining the last of her opponent's cum, either through outercourse or by penetrative orgasm while they have enough power to withstand Thier opponent's cum, leaving them empty and defeated, and this defenceless allows them to envelop them in their power and corrupt them.

A man wins by pouring his seed into the woman when she is weak and defenseless, his power overwhelming hers and reaching her womb, which is the source of her power, which corrupts her.

Futanari can employ either method of victory.

This plot is set up for nuns vs monstergirls and monstergirls vs monstergirls sexfights combined with (fictional) religious debates.

Thevatia is a theocracy dominated by the Church of Thevatia, a religion built on a foundational belief - something that feels good, is not forcing someone to do something against their will, and doesn't harm anyone, cannot be wrong.

It's priestesses are matchmakers, couples counselors, hobby teachers, prostitutes, healers, and so on.

Old cults have surged in popularity, however. These pervert Thevatia's teachings, seducing the faithful onto a sinful path.

These are:

Sanguinia's Children, a cult spreading among high society. Associated with vampires, it claims that consent and lack of harm are only required for equals. That the ecstasy of one is much more cherished by Thevatia than the simple joy of hundreds, and thus it is not only right for the higher castes to disregard the well being of their inferiors in the pursuit of pleasure, but a moral imperative.

Lilith's Disciples, a cult spreading among those with unrequited love. It argues that consent should be reframed as desire - not as an agreement to do something, but the existence of absence of the desire to do it. And, therefore, if someone does not realise they desire something, it is just fine to make them experience it to realise they want it. It is associated with succubi.

Heirs of the Shrouded Mountain, a cult spreading among those dissatisfied with themselves, and those who believe that pleasure and joy are out of their reach. They argue that there is nothing wrong with using illusions for pleasure instead of the real thing, even if they might pale in comparison, if you think the real thing is beyond you, and consent is given to situations, so using illusions to deceive someone into agreeing to something is fine as long as the illusion stays intact, and they leave believing they did what they agreed to (for example, using illusions for a scrawny girl to make herself taller and curvier and what she thinks is sexier to make someone fall in love with her is fine as long as she can keep the illusion going - that the breach of consent is the moment the mask comes down, and the person is in a relationship with someone who is not all those things). It is associated with Kitsunes, fox girls who are masters of illusions.