u/FigVast8216

The flower shop was dying, and had been for a long while. Simon knew that his father had dreamed of setting this place up for ages, and it was just as he was putting up savings for college that the shop suddenly had an excess of money. He never questioned the influx much, as there had been a large number of people coming inside the shop lately. All were wearing suits, which struck Simon as rather odd considering their usual clientele, but he didn't question it any further and simply chalked it up to good investment of failing assets and advertising. Maybe that crypto thing his father had talked about finally pulled through..? With the fall term swiftly approaching, Simon turned his focuses to his studies and only paid the shop any mind at all when it was his time to work there on fridays and saturdays. Busy times at school led him to not notice how business was so slow, and that the funds his father had were swiftly diminishing.

When his father wasn't able to pay the debt anymore, there came a warning. A big red letter, addressed to him and tied to a stone pelted through his window- a warning that wasn't heeded, as his father panicked and ignored it whilst Simon was away. Blaming the broken window on him losing balance and falling against it. Two weeks went by, and by this time patience grew very thin with the mob. Rather than send a strongly worded message, the matriarch herself stood from her spot and snapped her fingers for some goons to come and follow, deciding to deal with this fool herself for once; really exercise her power as a reminder what not to do when messing with her crowd. Together they waited until the very last hour on a saturday night and walked into the place, armed with pistols and brass knuckles both. They were expecting the fool who borrowed so much and paid back so little.. what they found was Simon, sitting at the counter and welcoming them in.

He was pretty. A man with plenty of femininity, with a soft voice and a gentle warm voice, unknowing of who these people were and why they were here. In but a moment, the matriarch had a thought: It had been far too long since she had someone to play with, and this little morsel by the counter was too sweet to not take a good sized bite out of.. so she asked for Simon's father. Asked the young man to leave them be, as well, and set a very simple deal. She gets his boy, and he gets to live. A toy for the modest sum of debt forgiveness.

He accepted. And now poor, sweet Simon has no clue what will be awaiting him as he leaves college campus the next morning, entirely unaware of the limosuine and the cloth bag that would go over his head.

(Good morning, afternoon, or evening! I'm here with a rather stereotypical prompt, I admit, one focused on the ageold trope of the "mafia lover" with a touch more darkness than usual, at least in how things began.. I'm looking for someone willing to play the head of this mysterious mob, who has her sights set on a man who's frankly entirely innocent of any blame in anything besides being attractive in her eyes. Kidnap him, take him into a luxurious space, and make him a reluctantly willing little toy to kiss, nibble, gnaw and play with to her heart's content. A sweet songbird to place in a golden cage, if you will!

I'm looking for folks who write in the 3rd person, primarily, and within about 2-4 paragraphs each response! Hopefully we can come together and indulge in some deliciously dark subject matter, ha- see you soon.)

*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

The flower shop was dying, and had been for a long while. Simon knew that his father had dreamed of setting this place up for ages, and it was just as he was putting up savings for college that the shop suddenly had an excess of money. He never questioned the influx much, as there had been a large number of people coming inside the shop lately. All were wearing suits, which struck Simon as rather odd considering their usual clientele, but he didn't question it any further and simply chalked it up to good investment of failing assets and advertising. Maybe that crypto thing his father had talked about finally pulled through..? With the fall term swiftly approaching, Simon turned his focuses to his studies and only paid the shop any mind at all when it was his time to work there on fridays and saturdays. Busy times at school led him to not notice how business was so slow, and that the funds his father had were swiftly diminishing.

When his father wasn't able to pay the debt anymore, there came a warning. A big red letter, addressed to him and tied to a stone pelted through his window- a warning that wasn't heeded, as his father panicked and ignored it whilst Simon was away. Blaming the broken window on him losing balance and falling against it. Two weeks went by, and by this time patience grew very thin with the mob. Rather than send a strongly worded message, the matriarch herself stood from her spot and snapped her fingers for some goons to come and follow, deciding to deal with this fool herself for once; really exercise her power as a reminder what not to do when messing with her crowd. Together they waited until the very last hour on a saturday night and walked into the place, armed with pistols and brass knuckles both. They were expecting the fool who borrowed so much and paid back so little.. what they found was Simon, sitting at the counter and welcoming them in.

He was pretty. A man with plenty of femininity, with a soft voice and a gentle warm voice, unknowing of who these people were and why they were here. In but a moment, the matriarch had a thought: It had been far too long since she had someone to play with, and this little morsel by the counter was too sweet to not take a good sized bite out of.. so she asked for Simon's father. Asked the young man to leave them be, as well, and set a very simple deal. She gets his boy, and he gets to live. A toy for the modest sum of debt forgiveness.

He accepted. And now poor, sweet Simon has no clue what will be awaiting him as he leaves college campus the next morning, entirely unaware of the limosuine and the cloth bag that would go over his head.

(Good morning, afternoon, or evening! I'm here with a rather stereotypical prompt, I admit, one focused on the ageold trope of the "mafia lover" with a touch more darkness than usual, at least in how things began.. I'm looking for someone willing to play the head of this mysterious mob, who has her sights set on a man who's frankly entirely innocent of any blame in anything besides being attractive in her eyes. Kidnap him, take him into a luxurious space, and make him a reluctantly willing little toy to kiss, nibble, gnaw and play with to her heart's content. A sweet songbird to place in a golden cage, if you will!

I'm looking for folks who write in the 3rd person, primarily, and within about 2-4 paragraphs each response! Hopefully we can come together and indulge in some deliciously dark subject matter, ha- see you soon.)

The flower shop was dying, and had been for a long while. Simon knew that his father had dreamed of setting this place up for ages, and it was just as he was putting up savings for college that the shop suddenly had an excess of money. He never questioned the influx much, as there had been a large number of people coming inside the shop lately. All were wearing suits, which struck Simon as rather odd considering their usual clientele, but he didn't question it any further and simply chalked it up to good investment of failing assets and advertising. Maybe that crypto thing his father had talked about finally pulled through..? With the fall term swiftly approaching, Simon turned his focuses to his studies and only paid the shop any mind at all when it was his time to work there on fridays and saturdays. Busy times at school led him to not notice how business was so slow, and that the funds his father had were swiftly diminishing.

When his father wasn't able to pay the debt anymore, there came a warning. A big red letter, addressed to him and tied to a stone pelted through his window- a warning that wasn't heeded, as his father panicked and ignored it whilst Simon was away. Blaming the broken window on him losing balance and falling against it. Two weeks went by, and by this time patience grew very thin with the mob. Rather than send a strongly worded message, the matriarch herself stood from her spot and snapped her fingers for some goons to come and follow, deciding to deal with this fool herself for once; really exercise her power as a reminder what not to do when messing with her crowd. Together they waited until the very last hour on a saturday night and walked into the place, armed with pistols and brass knuckles both. They were expecting the fool who borrowed so much and paid back so little.. what they found was Simon, sitting at the counter and welcoming them in.

He was pretty. A man with plenty of femininity, with a soft voice and a gentle warm voice, unknowing of who these people were and why they were here. In but a moment, the matriarch had a thought: It had been far too long since she had someone to play with, and this little morsel by the counter was too sweet to not take a good sized bite out of.. so she asked for Simon's father. Asked the young man to leave them be, as well, and set a very simple deal. She gets his boy, and he gets to live. A toy for the modest sum of debt forgiveness.

He accepted. And now poor, sweet Simon has no clue what will be awaiting him as he leaves college campus the next morning, entirely unaware of the limosuine and the cloth bag that would go over his head.

(Good morning, afternoon, or evening! I'm here with a rather stereotypical prompt, I admit, one focused on the ageold trope of the "mafia lover" with a touch more darkness than usual, at least in how things began.. I'm looking for someone willing to play the head of this mysterious mob, who has her sights set on a man who's frankly entirely innocent of any blame in anything besides being attractive in her eyes. Kidnap him, take him into a luxurious space, and make him a reluctantly willing little toy to kiss, nibble, gnaw and play with to her heart's content. A sweet songbird to place in a golden cage, if you will!

I'm looking for folks who write in the 3rd person, primarily, and within about 2-4 paragraphs each response! Hopefully we can come together and indulge in some deliciously dark subject matter, ha- see you soon.)

The flower shop was dying, and had been for a long while. Simon knew that his father had dreamed of setting this place up for ages, and it was just as he was putting up savings for college that the shop suddenly had an excess of money. He never questioned the influx much, as there had been a large number of people coming inside the shop lately. All were wearing suits, which struck Simon as rather odd considering their usual clientele, but he didn't question it any further and simply chalked it up to good investment of failing assets and advertising. Maybe that crypto thing his father had talked about finally pulled through..? With the fall term swiftly approaching, Simon turned his focuses to his studies and only paid the shop any mind at all when it was his time to work there on fridays and saturdays. Busy times at school led him to not notice how business was so slow, and that the funds his father had were swiftly diminishing.

When his father wasn't able to pay the debt anymore, there came a warning. A big red letter, addressed to him and tied to a stone pelted through his window- a warning that wasn't heeded, as his father panicked and ignored it whilst Simon was away. Blaming the broken window on him losing balance and falling against it. Two weeks went by, and by this time patience grew very thin with the mob. Rather than send a strongly worded message, the matriarch herself stood from her spot and snapped her fingers for some goons to come and follow, deciding to deal with this fool herself for once; really exercise her power as a reminder what not to do when messing with her crowd. Together they waited until the very last hour on a saturday night and walked into the place, armed with pistols and brass knuckles both. They were expecting the fool who borrowed so much and paid back so little.. what they found was Simon, sitting at the counter and welcoming them in.

He was pretty. A man with plenty of femininity, with a soft voice and a gentle warm voice, unknowing of who these people were and why they were here. In but a moment, the matriarch had a thought: It had been far too long since she had someone to play with, and this little morsel by the counter was too sweet to not take a good sized bite out of.. so she asked for Simon's father. Asked the young man to leave them be, as well, and set a very simple deal. She gets his boy, and he gets to live. A toy for the modest sum of debt forgiveness.

He accepted. And now poor, sweet Simon has no clue what will be awaiting him as he leaves college campus the next morning, entirely unaware of the limosuine and the cloth bag that would go over his head.

(Good morning, afternoon, or evening! I'm here with a rather stereotypical prompt, I admit, one focused on the ageold trope of the "mafia lover" with a touch more darkness than usual, at least in how things began.. I'm looking for someone willing to play the head of this mysterious mob, who has her sights set on a man who's frankly entirely innocent of any blame in anything besides being attractive in her eyes. Kidnap him, take him into a luxurious space, and make him a reluctantly willing little toy to kiss, nibble, gnaw and play with to her heart's content. A sweet songbird to place in a golden cage, if you will!

I'm looking for folks who write in the 3rd person, primarily, and within about 2-4 paragraphs each response! Hopefully we can come together and indulge in some deliciously dark subject matter, ha- see you soon.)

*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

The flower shop was dying, and had been for a long while. Simon knew that his father had dreamed of setting this place up for ages, and it was just as he was putting up savings for college that the shop suddenly had an excess of money. He never questioned the influx much, as there had been a large number of people coming inside the shop lately. All were wearing suits, which struck Simon as rather odd considering their usual clientele, but he didn't question it any further and simply chalked it up to good investment of failing assets and advertising. Maybe that crypto thing his father had talked about finally pulled through..? With the fall term swiftly approaching, Simon turned his focuses to his studies and only paid the shop any mind at all when it was his time to work there on fridays and saturdays. Busy times at school led him to not notice how business was so slow, and that the funds his father had were swiftly diminishing.

When his father wasn't able to pay the debt anymore, there came a warning. A big red letter, addressed to him and tied to a stone pelted through his window- a warning that wasn't heeded, as his father panicked and ignored it whilst Simon was away. Blaming the broken window on him losing balance and falling against it. Two weeks went by, and by this time patience grew very thin with the mob. Rather than send a strongly worded message, the matriarch herself stood from her spot and snapped her fingers for some goons to come and follow, deciding to deal with this fool herself for once; really exercise her power as a reminder what not to do when messing with her crowd. Together they waited until the very last hour on a saturday night and walked into the place, armed with pistols and brass knuckles both. They were expecting the fool who borrowed so much and paid back so little.. what they found was Simon, sitting at the counter and welcoming them in.

He was pretty. A man with plenty of femininity, with a soft voice and a gentle warm voice, unknowing of who these people were and why they were here. In but a moment, the matriarch had a thought: It had been far too long since she had someone to play with, and this little morsel by the counter was too sweet to not take a good sized bite out of.. so she asked for Simon's father. Asked the young man to leave them be, as well, and set a very simple deal. She gets his boy, and he gets to live. A toy for the modest sum of debt forgiveness.

He accepted. And now poor, sweet Simon has no clue what will be awaiting him as he leaves college campus the next morning, entirely unaware of the limosuine and the cloth bag that would go over his head.

(Good morning, afternoon, or evening! I'm here with a rather stereotypical prompt, I admit, one focused on the ageold trope of the "mafia lover" with a touch more darkness than usual, at least in how things began.. I'm looking for someone willing to play the head of this mysterious mob, who has her sights set on a man who's frankly entirely innocent of any blame in anything besides being attractive in her eyes. Kidnap him, take him into a luxurious space, and make him a reluctantly willing little toy to kiss, nibble, gnaw and play with to her heart's content. A sweet songbird to place in a golden cage, if you will!

I'm looking for folks who write in the 3rd person, primarily, and within about 2-4 paragraphs each response! Hopefully we can come together and indulge in some deliciously dark subject matter, ha- see you soon.)

*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

(Before we begin the series of mini-prompts, I must first be sure to mention that I am not looking for cat girls of any kind. Either give me anthros, ferals, or monster cats. I'm saying this now so it's made crystal clear! All of the prompts and ideas below depend on that.)

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\*Cheeting Cheetah\*

​

Office life was difficult to get used to, when locked inside such a boring building and it's stuffy staff. The fact that this complaining was coming from the boss- a cheetah woman, who'd more than earned her spot- was of no surprise to her underlings. No one particularly liked it there, least of all the new hire. He was.. inasequate for the office, physically. If he hadn't brought his own chair, he wouldn't even be able to work comfortably! Let alone use the keyboards fitted for pawpads.. there was one other quirk, too.

​

Humans were immune to the spring heats that erupted across the human colleagues. It made an air that most disagreed with, choosing to go home and work remotely or call in sick and deal with the.. \*stress.\* But not the young man, of course, he was immune. It soon came down to the point that he was \*always\* around, and since his boss couldn't exactly leave the building thanks to her own work it tended to irritate her. Enough so that, on a fateful evening, the portrait of her family on the desk wasn't enough to calm her 'urges'. And when in an empty floor, with only a single available person that shed the scent of a fertile youth at all times? Well. She would simply make him fix the problem he unknowingly tempted her into.

​

\*Frisky Familiars\*

​

To be a wizard is to claim a familiar to yourself, take pieces of one another's souls and bind them in a ritual most sacred to the arcane arts. To do so is natural, normal, and perfectly healthy. Any wizarding school or graduate of such prestigious academies would tell you such! Familiars and the wizards who are attached to them, why- it's almost like they're spouses!

​

So much so that, under the covers, they absolutely act like it. Human hands atop fur, purrs echoing through the night in tune with gasps of bliss and sinful claps against flesh.. no one talks about it. Hardly anyone acknowledges it. But nearly every arcane practitioner doesn't bother with courting others, and instead go to their mating rituals with their familiars. Even those who are married! It's far more likely to wind up with a throuple or a consensual side piece, in a wizard's relationship.. so why not slip into one's shoes, and see for oneself?

​

\*A Holy Man, A Tame Beast\*

​

When he found her, she was burned and nearly slain. The remnants of the attackers that put her into such a state were nowhere to be seen, and witnessing such a beautiful and grand monster bleeding out would not do. The primal portions of his mind that still clung on in the depths of his being screamed at him to run, to kill the threat before others faced her claws. Near any man would have listened to base fear, and if she weren't in such a pitiable state he would have even considered them.. but he did not. He himself had been taken in as a child, deemed monstrous by his silver hair and bloodred eyes.

​

So he placed his hands on her, and healed her broken body. When she awoke, he raised his hands in preparation to defend himself.. but there was no such thing. Instead, she pressed her head to his, and communicated her thanks with a mental connection. From that day on, they were inseparable. From lodgings in towns to shelters in the wilds, on battlefields and in serenity- and even in the seasons where primal instincts take over, and demand young of beasts. To be partners in more than creed and platonicy.. such acts are never forbidden, even if it's a beast who joins in them. Not in the eyes of his god, and certainly not in his.

​

\*The Forest Takes What She Wants\*

​

She had been searching, desperate. The lands were changed, mankind's ways altered beyond what she could understand. They no longer worshipped the gentle gods of nature and the beasts that walked on the earth, and had conjured up imaginings of powerful figures like them in the sky. Clay idols, sacrifices of meat into flame, books and tomes and foolish prayers- these were not the rites of the forest, manifested as she was in a form that held a feline guise. They were blasphemous, and yet she could not claw at the walls they'd built to keep her out. No, the incense they burned drove her away. They treated her like a \*common beast.\*

​

She was supposed to have a tribute by now. A young male to claim as a mate and use to bring forth a litter that would search for their own lands, their own peoples and faiths. But she had no one. No one except.. except the woodsman, who lived far past the edges of civilization. He respected the old ways, close enough to not be clawed to ribbons if he was sighted. With biological and theological need burning in her body, powerful claws ripped the earth and flew into the night. He would grant her his seed and let it take root within her, leave her a slew of bastards- and if he participated, he would emerge \*alive.\* One cannot deny a Goddess.

​

\*Married Life\*

​

Scientists doing as they naturally do managed to create a bold discovery, about a generation ago. Technology that allowed beasts to speak, act normally amongst society, and srlf actualize- the phrase 'cognito ergo sum' was thrown around, quite often. The herbivores remained completely stupid, as did reptiles and birds, but people acted quickly- it wasn't every day when you could act scary and loud towards a cougar out in the woods, only to have it laugh at you and tell you to just turn around off the trail.

​

Unlike the government actions most people expected, action was swift. These newly intelligent beasts would be named "Newminals", and accomodations would be made post-haste to allow them to live well in standard life. This had a domino effect on many areas, but the social perceptions were the hardest to change- or, rather, still are. When Byron married a big cat, he wasn't expecting to meet such.. responses. He can barely handle it, some says, and he knows his spouse is in a similar boat.

​

But remembering the wedding day, with the bells and flowers? Seeing scores of human and inhuman family together..? That was worth it all. Still, adapting would surely prove difficult; especially for bringing cubs into the world..

​

\*Surprise Encounter with a Sphinx\*

​

Exploring the vast deserts of the ancient worlds is a task that most think of as something straight out of the evergreen classics of Indiana Jones. Terrible tales of treachery and woe and massive expeditions funded by inexplicably rich institutions who go out to find the most glorious treasures- the truth of it isn't really all that there, though. Most ancient ruins are just ruins that have interesting tidbits, their treasures having long since decayed or just having monetary value. After all, in the modern era, the ideas of there being glorious things is mostly myth. Everything truly notable has already been found.. right?

​

Byron sought to prove that wrong. He was penniless, of course, coming from a poor academic's perspective and really only having his studies to aid him as he worked far less impressive jobs than those in the movies; but his passion was there. He'd read through dozens of posts and studies and all kinds of modern analysis, and his office wall had a great corkboard full of strings of yarn and thumbtacked clippings to prove his dedications. He had a feeling there was SOMETHING out there worth exploring, still, and in a massively misguided urge to see things through he booked a ticket to the most combed over sites imaginable in attempts to see himself through it all. He'd read up on more than enough conspiracies and trespassed on enough guarded sites to refuse to ever give up..

​

And then he fell through the floor of a tomb. Ancient stone and wooden framework gave way underneath his weight, plunging the young man and his prepared bag into darkness. He moved swiftly through curved stone passages, sliding down the dark and feeling what must have been hundreds of spiderwebs splatter on his clothes and face before he tumbled out into a new space; glasses miraculously intact. As he groaned and stood himself upright, he found himself faced with proof that he was right all along: A Sphinx, staring at him with hungry eyes and a grinning maw.

​

"What flows with wetness like a river, has been left without company for ages, and hungers for a human to have a taste of it's warmth?" She asked, speaking her riddle unprompted. Staring at the man with expectant eyes, tail raised high behind her back.

​

*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

​

​

(Before we begin the series of mini-prompts, I must first be sure to mention that I am not looking for cat girls of any kind. Either give me anthros, ferals, or monster cats. I'm saying this now so it's made crystal clear! All of the prompts and ideas below depend on that.)

​

\*Cheeting Cheetah\*

​

Office life was difficult to get used to, when locked inside such a boring building and it's stuffy staff. The fact that this complaining was coming from the boss- a cheetah woman, who'd more than earned her spot- was of no surprise to her underlings. No one particularly liked it there, least of all the new hire. He was.. inasequate for the office, physically. If he hadn't brought his own chair, he wouldn't even be able to work comfortably! Let alone use the keyboards fitted for pawpads.. there was one other quirk, too.

​

Humans were immune to the spring heats that erupted across the human colleagues. It made an air that most disagreed with, choosing to go home and work remotely or call in sick and deal with the.. \*stress.\* But not the young man, of course, he was immune. It soon came down to the point that he was \*always\* around, and since his boss couldn't exactly leave the building thanks to her own work it tended to irritate her. Enough so that, on a fateful evening, the portrait of her family on the desk wasn't enough to calm her 'urges'. And when in an empty floor, with only a single available person that shed the scent of a fertile youth at all times? Well. She would simply make him fix the problem he unknowingly tempted her into.

​

\*Frisky Familiars\*

​

To be a wizard is to claim a familiar to yourself, take pieces of one another's souls and bind them in a ritual most sacred to the arcane arts. To do so is natural, normal, and perfectly healthy. Any wizarding school or graduate of such prestigious academies would tell you such! Familiars and the wizards who are attached to them, why- it's almost like they're spouses!

​

So much so that, under the covers, they absolutely act like it. Human hands atop fur, purrs echoing through the night in tune with gasps of bliss and sinful claps against flesh.. no one talks about it. Hardly anyone acknowledges it. But nearly every arcane practitioner doesn't bother with courting others, and instead go to their mating rituals with their familiars. Even those who are married! It's far more likely to wind up with a throuple or a consensual side piece, in a wizard's relationship.. so why not slip into one's shoes, and see for oneself?

​

\*A Holy Man, A Tame Beast\*

​

When he found her, she was burned and nearly slain. The remnants of the attackers that put her into such a state were nowhere to be seen, and witnessing such a beautiful and grand monster bleeding out would not do. The primal portions of his mind that still clung on in the depths of his being screamed at him to run, to kill the threat before others faced her claws. Near any man would have listened to base fear, and if she weren't in such a pitiable state he would have even considered them.. but he did not. He himself had been taken in as a child, deemed monstrous by his silver hair and bloodred eyes.

​

So he placed his hands on her, and healed her broken body. When she awoke, he raised his hands in preparation to defend himself.. but there was no such thing. Instead, she pressed her head to his, and communicated her thanks with a mental connection. From that day on, they were inseparable. From lodgings in towns to shelters in the wilds, on battlefields and in serenity- and even in the seasons where primal instincts take over, and demand young of beasts. To be partners in more than creed and platonicy.. such acts are never forbidden, even if it's a beast who joins in them. Not in the eyes of his god, and certainly not in his.

​

\*The Forest Takes What She Wants\*

​

She had been searching, desperate. The lands were changed, mankind's ways altered beyond what she could understand. They no longer worshipped the gentle gods of nature and the beasts that walked on the earth, and had conjured up imaginings of powerful figures like them in the sky. Clay idols, sacrifices of meat into flame, books and tomes and foolish prayers- these were not the rites of the forest, manifested as she was in a form that held a feline guise. They were blasphemous, and yet she could not claw at the walls they'd built to keep her out. No, the incense they burned drove her away. They treated her like a \*common beast.\*

​

She was supposed to have a tribute by now. A young male to claim as a mate and use to bring forth a litter that would search for their own lands, their own peoples and faiths. But she had no one. No one except.. except the woodsman, who lived far past the edges of civilization. He respected the old ways, close enough to not be clawed to ribbons if he was sighted. With biological and theological need burning in her body, powerful claws ripped the earth and flew into the night. He would grant her his seed and let it take root within her, leave her a slew of bastards- and if he participated, he would emerge \*alive.\* One cannot deny a Goddess.

​

\*Married Life\*

​

Scientists doing as they naturally do managed to create a bold discovery, about a generation ago. Technology that allowed beasts to speak, act normally amongst society, and srlf actualize- the phrase 'cognito ergo sum' was thrown around, quite often. The herbivores remained completely stupid, as did reptiles and birds, but people acted quickly- it wasn't every day when you could act scary and loud towards a cougar out in the woods, only to have it laugh at you and tell you to just turn around off the trail.

​

Unlike the government actions most people expected, action was swift. These newly intelligent beasts would be named "Newminals", and accomodations would be made post-haste to allow them to live well in standard life. This had a domino effect on many areas, but the social perceptions were the hardest to change- or, rather, still are. When Byron married a big cat, he wasn't expecting to meet such.. responses. He can barely handle it, some says, and he knows his spouse is in a similar boat.

​

But remembering the wedding day, with the bells and flowers? Seeing scores of human and inhuman family together..? That was worth it all. Still, adapting would surely prove difficult; especially for bringing cubs into the world..

​

\*Surprise Encounter with a Sphinx\*

​

Exploring the vast deserts of the ancient worlds is a task that most think of as something straight out of the evergreen classics of Indiana Jones. Terrible tales of treachery and woe and massive expeditions funded by inexplicably rich institutions who go out to find the most glorious treasures- the truth of it isn't really all that there, though. Most ancient ruins are just ruins that have interesting tidbits, their treasures having long since decayed or just having monetary value. After all, in the modern era, the ideas of there being glorious things is mostly myth. Everything truly notable has already been found.. right?

​

Byron sought to prove that wrong. He was penniless, of course, coming from a poor academic's perspective and really only having his studies to aid him as he worked far less impressive jobs than those in the movies; but his passion was there. He'd read through dozens of posts and studies and all kinds of modern analysis, and his office wall had a great corkboard full of strings of yarn and thumbtacked clippings to prove his dedications. He had a feeling there was SOMETHING out there worth exploring, still, and in a massively misguided urge to see things through he booked a ticket to the most combed over sites imaginable in attempts to see himself through it all. He'd read up on more than enough conspiracies and trespassed on enough guarded sites to refuse to ever give up..

​

And then he fell through the floor of a tomb. Ancient stone and wooden framework gave way underneath his weight, plunging the young man and his prepared bag into darkness. He moved swiftly through curved stone passages, sliding down the dark and feeling what must have been hundreds of spiderwebs splatter on his clothes and face before he tumbled out into a new space; glasses miraculously intact. As he groaned and stood himself upright, he found himself faced with proof that he was right all along: A Sphinx, staring at him with hungry eyes and a grinning maw.

​

"What flows with wetness like a river, has been left without company for ages, and hungers for a human to have a taste of it's warmth?" She asked, speaking her riddle unprompted. Staring at the man with expectant eyes, tail raised high behind her back.

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*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

A terrible, terrible thing stalks the forest. Something torn between man and beast, ragged breaths spent with a bellow to the world at large to declare one thing, and one thing only. "I am the apex of this forest, and it shall bow to me", a howl at the moon says. The ground is torn from powerful claws slashing at the undergrowth, the trees bear scars of animalistic fury, and the beasts of the wild hide in fear. They know that death lurks near, hungry and feral, and they know that to step out from the dark is to leap into waiting jaws.

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Hunters sit in their hides, thinking that they are safe from the prowling beast of the woods. They pull the bolts of their rifles back, inspecting the chamber one more time to ensure that their silver-tipped bullets are loaded. They wish to strike at the werewolf, to kill it and take it's head and hide for themselves- but the werewolf is smarter than a mere beast. The werewolf hungers, and the werewolf will claim the stringy meat of the peasantry. Cruel jaws bite down, one by one, ripping limbs from bodies and flesh from the bone.. a pair escape, rifleless and bleeding, but they are spared. There is enough to satiate it's hunger for now, and it does not hunt on a full belly.

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Then, a few hours later, it is awoken from it's sleep by an approaching figure. The scent is familiar- it is that of medicines and needles, alcohol sterilizers and herb treated cloth, essences of ether and drink for the pain.. the young doctor Simon. Rather than greet him with ferocity and powerful jaws, the beast whines happily, and the young man chuckles as a bloodstained maw drags a long tongue against his cheek. A bundle is dropped by it's feet, one of fine clothes that a doctor's salary easily provides. "You did a number on this month's hired hands, my dearest one.." Murmurs Simon, chuckling softly. "..I earned more than a pretty penny by treating their wounds. Enough to be able to splurge on large cuts of rich, fatty steaks.." The werebeast grew excited, and Simon smiled widely. "I knew you'd like that. Let me guide you home.. my poor, sweet beast deserves a treat\\\~"

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(Good morning, evening, or afternoon! I'm here in pursuits of those who've an interest in playing the ever-infamous role of a werebeast, right in the perfect era of victorian times. The basic idea I had for this is fairly simple, I'd say- werebeasts are real, dangerous creatures, perfectly intelligent and yet dangerously bloodthirsty. Always beckoned by hunger's sweet call to feed, they tear apart any and all who draw near.. yet this young Simon has one practically wrapped around his finger. The obvious portion is that he married them, knowing full well what they are, and his devotion has never wavered once. Terrifying beasts like this one are plenty good for business, after all, but that's merely a bonus. He adores the dreadful thing, in truth, in human form or not.

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In any case, the example I have above is vague, I admit- but there's reason for it! I want to invite creativity and thought in abundance, be it for backstory, plot, the various portions that are steamy, feral, and definitely with plenty of fur; any and all inovation is a true treat! The ideas of this prompt are potentially vast, especially with all the potential as to how such a dreadful beast ends up with a morally dubious doctor... I'm open to ideas, trust me! I can roleplay over discord, or telegram; just only in third person. Hit me up if you can!\\\]

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*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

A terrible, terrible thing stalks the forest. Something torn between man and beast, ragged breaths spent with a bellow to the world at large to declare one thing, and one thing only. "I am the apex of this forest, and it shall bow to me", a howl at the moon says. The ground is torn from powerful claws slashing at the undergrowth, the trees bear scars of animalistic fury, and the beasts of the wild hide in fear. They know that death lurks near, hungry and feral, and they know that to step out from the dark is to leap into waiting jaws.

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Hunters sit in their hides, thinking that they are safe from the prowling beast of the woods. They pull the bolts of their rifles back, inspecting the chamber one more time to ensure that their silver-tipped bullets are loaded. They wish to strike at the werewolf, to kill it and take it's head and hide for themselves- but the werewolf is smarter than a mere beast. The werewolf hungers, and the werewolf will claim the stringy meat of the peasantry. Cruel jaws bite down, one by one, ripping limbs from bodies and flesh from the bone.. a pair escape, rifleless and bleeding, but they are spared. There is enough to satiate it's hunger for now, and it does not hunt on a full belly.

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Then, a few hours later, it is awoken from it's sleep by an approaching figure. The scent is familiar- it is that of medicines and needles, alcohol sterilizers and herb treated cloth, essences of ether and drink for the pain.. the young doctor Simon. Rather than greet him with ferocity and powerful jaws, the beast whines happily, and the young man chuckles as a bloodstained maw drags a long tongue against his cheek. A bundle is dropped by it's feet, one of fine clothes that a doctor's salary easily provides. "You did a number on this month's hired hands, my dearest one.." Murmurs Simon, chuckling softly. "..I earned more than a pretty penny by treating their wounds. Enough to be able to splurge on large cuts of rich, fatty steaks.." The werebeast grew excited, and Simon smiled widely. "I knew you'd like that. Let me guide you home.. my poor, sweet beast deserves a treat\\\~"

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(Good morning, evening, or afternoon! I'm here in pursuits of those who've an interest in playing the ever-infamous role of a werebeast, right in the perfect era of victorian times. The basic idea I had for this is fairly simple, I'd say- werebeasts are real, dangerous creatures, perfectly intelligent and yet dangerously bloodthirsty. Always beckoned by hunger's sweet call to feed, they tear apart any and all who draw near.. yet this young Simon has one practically wrapped around his finger. The obvious portion is that he married them, knowing full well what they are, and his devotion has never wavered once. Terrifying beasts like this one are plenty good for business, after all, but that's merely a bonus. He adores the dreadful thing, in truth, in human form or not.

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In any case, the example I have above is vague, I admit- but there's reason for it! I want to invite creativity and thought in abundance, be it for backstory, plot, the various portions that are steamy, feral, and definitely with plenty of fur; any and all inovation is a true treat! The ideas of this prompt are potentially vast, especially with all the potential as to how such a dreadful beast ends up with a morally dubious doctor... I'm open to ideas, trust me! I can roleplay over discord, or telegram; just only in third person. Hit me up if you can!\\\]

A terrible, terrible thing stalks the forest. Something torn between man and beast, ragged breaths spent with a bellow to the world at large to declare one thing, and one thing only. "I am the apex of this forest, and it shall bow to me", a howl at the moon says. The ground is torn from powerful claws slashing at the undergrowth, the trees bear scars of animalistic fury, and the beasts of the wild hide in fear. They know that death lurks near, hungry and feral, and they know that to step out from the dark is to leap into waiting jaws.

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Hunters sit in their hides, thinking that they are safe from the prowling beast of the woods. They pull the bolts of their rifles back, inspecting the chamber one more time to ensure that their silver-tipped bullets are loaded. They wish to strike at the werewolf, to kill it and take it's head and hide for themselves- but the werewolf is smarter than a mere beast. The werewolf hungers, and the werewolf will claim the stringy meat of the peasantry. Cruel jaws bite down, one by one, ripping limbs from bodies and flesh from the bone.. a pair escape, rifleless and bleeding, but they are spared. There is enough to satiate it's hunger for now, and it does not hunt on a full belly.

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Then, a few hours later, it is awoken from it's sleep by an approaching figure. The scent is familiar- it is that of medicines and needles, alcohol sterilizers and herb treated cloth, essences of ether and drink for the pain.. the young doctor Simon. Rather than greet him with ferocity and powerful jaws, the beast whines happily, and the young man chuckles as a bloodstained maw drags a long tongue against his cheek. A bundle is dropped by it's feet, one of fine clothes that a doctor's salary easily provides. "You did a number on this month's hired hands, my dearest one.." Murmurs Simon, chuckling softly. "..I earned more than a pretty penny by treating their wounds. Enough to be able to splurge on large cuts of rich, fatty steaks.." The werebeast grew excited, and Simon smiled widely. "I knew you'd like that. Let me guide you home.. my poor, sweet beast deserves a treat\\\~"

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(Good morning, evening, or afternoon! I'm here in pursuits of those who've an interest in playing the ever-infamous role of a werebeast, right in the perfect era of victorian times. The basic idea I had for this is fairly simple, I'd say- werebeasts are real, dangerous creatures, perfectly intelligent and yet dangerously bloodthirsty. Always beckoned by hunger's sweet call to feed, they tear apart any and all who draw near.. yet this young Simon has one practically wrapped around his finger. The obvious portion is that he married them, knowing full well what they are, and his devotion has never wavered once. Terrifying beasts like this one are plenty good for business, after all, but that's merely a bonus. He adores the dreadful thing, in truth, in human form or not.

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In any case, the example I have above is vague, I admit- but there's reason for it! I want to invite creativity and thought in abundance, be it for backstory, plot, the various portions that are steamy, feral, and definitely with plenty of fur; any and all inovation is a true treat! The ideas of this prompt are potentially vast, especially with all the potential as to how such a dreadful beast ends up with a morally dubious doctor... I'm open to ideas, trust me! I can roleplay over discord, or telegram; just only in third person. Hit me up if you can!\\\]

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*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

A terrible, terrible thing stalks the forest. Something torn between man and beast, ragged breaths spent with a bellow to the world at large to declare one thing, and one thing only. "I am the apex of this forest, and it shall bow to me", a howl at the moon says. The ground is torn from powerful claws slashing at the undergrowth, the trees bear scars of animalistic fury, and the beasts of the wild hide in fear. They know that death lurks near, hungry and feral, and they know that to step out from the dark is to leap into waiting jaws.

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Hunters sit in their hides, thinking that they are safe from the prowling beast of the woods. They pull the bolts of their rifles back, inspecting the chamber one more time to ensure that their silver-tipped bullets are loaded. They wish to strike at the werewolf, to kill it and take it's head and hide for themselves- but the werewolf is smarter than a mere beast. The werewolf hungers, and the werewolf will claim the stringy meat of the peasantry. Cruel jaws bite down, one by one, ripping limbs from bodies and flesh from the bone.. a pair escape, rifleless and bleeding, but they are spared. There is enough to satiate it's hunger for now, and it does not hunt on a full belly.

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Then, a few hours later, it is awoken from it's sleep by an approaching figure. The scent is familiar- it is that of medicines and needles, alcohol sterilizers and herb treated cloth, essences of ether and drink for the pain.. the young doctor Simon. Rather than greet him with ferocity and powerful jaws, the beast whines happily, and the young man chuckles as a bloodstained maw drags a long tongue against his cheek. A bundle is dropped by it's feet, one of fine clothes that a doctor's salary easily provides. "You did a number on this month's hired hands, my dearest one.." Murmurs Simon, chuckling softly. "..I earned more than a pretty penny by treating their wounds. Enough to be able to splurge on large cuts of rich, fatty steaks.." The werebeast grew excited, and Simon smiled widely. "I knew you'd like that. Let me guide you home.. my poor, sweet beast deserves a treat\\\~"

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(Good morning, evening, or afternoon! I'm here in pursuits of those who've an interest in playing the ever-infamous role of a werebeast, right in the perfect era of victorian times. The basic idea I had for this is fairly simple, I'd say- werebeasts are real, dangerous creatures, perfectly intelligent and yet dangerously bloodthirsty. Always beckoned by hunger's sweet call to feed, they tear apart any and all who draw near.. yet this young Simon has one practically wrapped around his finger. The obvious portion is that he married them, knowing full well what they are, and his devotion has never wavered once. Terrifying beasts like this one are plenty good for business, after all, but that's merely a bonus. He adores the dreadful thing, in truth, in human form or not.

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In any case, the example I have above is vague, I admit- but there's reason for it! I want to invite creativity and thought in abundance, be it for backstory, plot, the various portions that are steamy, feral, and definitely with plenty of fur; any and all inovation is a true treat! The ideas of this prompt are potentially vast, especially with all the potential as to how such a dreadful beast ends up with a morally dubious doctor... I'm open to ideas, trust me! I can roleplay over discord, or telegram; just only in third person. Hit me up if you can!\\\]

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*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

A terrible, terrible thing stalks the forest. Something torn between man and beast, ragged breaths spent with a bellow to the world at large to declare one thing, and one thing only. "I am the apex of this forest, and it shall bow to me", a howl at the moon says. The ground is torn from powerful claws slashing at the undergrowth, the trees bear scars of animalistic fury, and the beasts of the wild hide in fear. They know that death lurks near, hungry and feral, and they know that to step out from the dark is to leap into waiting jaws.

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Hunters sit in their hides, thinking that they are safe from the prowling beast of the woods. They pull the bolts of their rifles back, inspecting the chamber one more time to ensure that their silver-tipped bullets are loaded. They wish to strike at the werewolf, to kill it and take it's head and hide for themselves- but the werewolf is smarter than a mere beast. The werewolf hungers, and the werewolf will claim the stringy meat of the peasantry. Cruel jaws bite down, one by one, ripping limbs from bodies and flesh from the bone.. a pair escape, rifleless and bleeding, but they are spared. There is enough to satiate it's hunger for now, and it does not hunt on a full belly.

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Then, a few hours later, it is awoken from it's sleep by an approaching figure. The scent is familiar- it is that of medicines and needles, alcohol sterilizers and herb treated cloth, essences of ether and drink for the pain.. the young doctor Simon. Rather than greet him with ferocity and powerful jaws, the beast whines happily, and the young man chuckles as a bloodstained maw drags a long tongue against his cheek. A bundle is dropped by it's feet, one of fine clothes that a doctor's salary easily provides. "You did a number on this month's hired hands, my dearest one.." Murmurs Simon, chuckling softly. "..I earned more than a pretty penny by treating their wounds. Enough to be able to splurge on large cuts of rich, fatty steaks.." The werebeast grew excited, and Simon smiled widely. "I knew you'd like that. Let me guide you home.. my poor, sweet beast deserves a treat\\\~"

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(Good morning, evening, or afternoon! I'm here in pursuits of those who've an interest in playing the ever-infamous role of a werebeast, right in the perfect era of victorian times. The basic idea I had for this is fairly simple, I'd say- werebeasts are real, dangerous creatures, perfectly intelligent and yet dangerously bloodthirsty. Always beckoned by hunger's sweet call to feed, they tear apart any and all who draw near.. yet this young Simon has one practically wrapped around his finger. The obvious portion is that he married them, knowing full well what they are, and his devotion has never wavered once. Terrifying beasts like this one are plenty good for business, after all, but that's merely a bonus. He adores the dreadful thing, in truth, in human form or not.

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In any case, the example I have above is vague, I admit- but there's reason for it! I want to invite creativity and thought in abundance, be it for backstory, plot, the various portions that are steamy, feral, and definitely with plenty of fur; any and all inovation is a true treat! The ideas of this prompt are potentially vast, especially with all the potential as to how such a dreadful beast ends up with a morally dubious doctor... I'm open to ideas, trust me! I can roleplay over discord, or telegram; just only in third person. Hit me up if you can!\\\]

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*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

A terrible, terrible thing stalks the forest. Something torn between man and beast, ragged breaths spent with a bellow to the world at large to declare one thing, and one thing only. "I am the apex of this forest, and it shall bow to me", a howl at the moon says. The ground is torn from powerful claws slashing at the undergrowth, the trees bear scars of animalistic fury, and the beasts of the wild hide in fear. They know that death lurks near, hungry and feral, and they know that to step out from the dark is to leap into waiting jaws.

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Hunters sit in their hides, thinking that they are safe from the prowling beast of the woods. They pull the bolts of their rifles back, inspecting the chamber one more time to ensure that their silver-tipped bullets are loaded. They wish to strike at the werewolf, to kill it and take it's head and hide for themselves- but the werewolf is smarter than a mere beast. The werewolf hungers, and the werewolf will claim the stringy meat of the peasantry. Cruel jaws bite down, one by one, ripping limbs from bodies and flesh from the bone.. a pair escape, rifleless and bleeding, but they are spared. There is enough to satiate it's hunger for now, and it does not hunt on a full belly.

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Then, a few hours later, it is awoken from it's sleep by an approaching figure. The scent is familiar- it is that of medicines and needles, alcohol sterilizers and herb treated cloth, essences of ether and drink for the pain.. the young doctor Simon. Rather than greet him with ferocity and powerful jaws, the beast whines happily, and the young man chuckles as a bloodstained maw drags a long tongue against his cheek. A bundle is dropped by it's feet, one of fine clothes that a doctor's salary easily provides. "You did a number on this month's hired hands, my dearest one.." Murmurs Simon, chuckling softly. "..I earned more than a pretty penny by treating their wounds. Enough to be able to splurge on large cuts of rich, fatty steaks.." The werebeast grew excited, and Simon smiled widely. "I knew you'd like that. Let me guide you home.. my poor, sweet beast deserves a treat\\\~"

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(Good morning, evening, or afternoon! I'm here in pursuits of those who've an interest in playing the ever-infamous role of a werebeast, right in the perfect era of victorian times. The basic idea I had for this is fairly simple, I'd say- werebeasts are real, dangerous creatures, perfectly intelligent and yet dangerously bloodthirsty. Always beckoned by hunger's sweet call to feed, they tear apart any and all who draw near.. yet this young Simon has one practically wrapped around his finger. The obvious portion is that he married them, knowing full well what they are, and his devotion has never wavered once. Terrifying beasts like this one are plenty good for business, after all, but that's merely a bonus. He adores the dreadful thing, in truth, in human form or not.

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In any case, the example I have above is vague, I admit- but there's reason for it! I want to invite creativity and thought in abundance, be it for backstory, plot, the various portions that are steamy, feral, and definitely with plenty of fur; any and all inovation is a true treat! The ideas of this prompt are potentially vast, especially with all the potential as to how such a dreadful beast ends up with a morally dubious doctor... I'm open to ideas, trust me! I can roleplay over discord, or telegram; just only in third person. Hit me up if you can!\\\]

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*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

A terrible, terrible thing stalks the forest. Something torn between man and beast, ragged breaths spent with a bellow to the world at large to declare one thing, and one thing only. "I am the apex of this forest, and it shall bow to me", a howl at the moon says. The ground is torn from powerful claws slashing at the undergrowth, the trees bear scars of animalistic fury, and the beasts of the wild hide in fear. They know that death lurks near, hungry and feral, and they know that to step out from the dark is to leap into waiting jaws.

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Hunters sit in their hides, thinking that they are safe from the prowling beast of the woods. They pull the bolts of their rifles back, inspecting the chamber one more time to ensure that their silver-tipped bullets are loaded. They wish to strike at the werewolf, to kill it and take it's head and hide for themselves- but the werewolf is smarter than a mere beast. The werewolf hungers, and the werewolf will claim the stringy meat of the peasantry. Cruel jaws bite down, one by one, ripping limbs from bodies and flesh from the bone.. a pair escape, rifleless and bleeding, but they are spared. There is enough to satiate it's hunger for now, and it does not hunt on a full belly.

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Then, a few hours later, it is awoken from it's sleep by an approaching figure. The scent is familiar- it is that of medicines and needles, alcohol sterilizers and herb treated cloth, essences of ether and drink for the pain.. the young doctor Simon. Rather than greet him with ferocity and powerful jaws, the beast whines happily, and the young man chuckles as a bloodstained maw drags a long tongue against his cheek. A bundle is dropped by it's feet, one of fine clothes that a doctor's salary easily provides. "You did a number on this month's hired hands, my dearest one.." Murmurs Simon, chuckling softly. "..I earned more than a pretty penny by treating their wounds. Enough to be able to splurge on large cuts of rich, fatty steaks.." The werebeast grew excited, and Simon smiled widely. "I knew you'd like that. Let me guide you home.. my poor, sweet beast deserves a treat\\\~"

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(Good morning, evening, or afternoon! I'm here in pursuits of those who've an interest in playing the ever-infamous role of a werebeast, right in the perfect era of victorian times. The basic idea I had for this is fairly simple, I'd say- werebeasts are real, dangerous creatures, perfectly intelligent and yet dangerously bloodthirsty. Always beckoned by hunger's sweet call to feed, they tear apart any and all who draw near.. yet this young Simon has one practically wrapped around his finger. The obvious portion is that he married them, knowing full well what they are, and his devotion has never wavered once. Terrifying beasts like this one are plenty good for business, after all, but that's merely a bonus. He adores the dreadful thing, in truth, in human form or not.

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In any case, the example I have above is vague, I admit- but there's reason for it! I want to invite creativity and thought in abundance, be it for backstory, plot, the various portions that are steamy, feral, and definitely with plenty of fur; any and all inovation is a true treat! The ideas of this prompt are potentially vast, especially with all the potential as to how such a dreadful beast ends up with a morally dubious doctor... I'm open to ideas, trust me! I can roleplay over discord, or telegram; just only in third person. Hit me up if you can!\\\]

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*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

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The Pizzaplex is a setting well known for.. neglecting certain barriers, shall we say. The ethics of android animatronics, silly things like laws, the conditions of their establishments, health codes, occupancy limits, taxes- the list could really go on forever! When creating their top-of-the-line Glamrock Bioandroids for their establishments, they never did actually pay to ensure they would be entirely child friendly at all times. The clothes they wear aren't just for looks, you see.. usually there's no need to worry about the Glamrocks actually USING their genitals, of course. They're by themselves at night in their rooms, relaxing and recharging after a day of fun and performances while the staff help tidy things up and get everything under control so a new day can start all over again.

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But Roxanne is not feeling usual, as of late. She's been watching a new janitor, one who has been burning the midnight oil and puts extreme care into the cleanliness of everything. They'd talked before, when there were messes made before Roxanne's areas, and he was a sweet man. Freshly in his college. This was his first job, apparently, and he was too naive to realize just how much he was overworked and underpaid- he just liked cleaning, as he said. He was thin, and *cute.* Soft voice, sweet smells in his hair thanks to shampoo, and very gentle hands. Roxanne felt a burning in her core whenever she watched him closely, the open windowed portions of her room not allowing her the privacy to *do something about it..* unless she took that sweet, adorable witness mopping the floors of sticky syrup and made him HERS.

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She'd get him. And when she would, she'd ensure he fuck her until she was satisfied for a long, LONG time.

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(Good morning, evening, or afternoon! This is a pretty simple and not complex prompt at all that I'm putting out here- I'm simply looking for someone to play a Roxanne Wolf who just has a craving for human cock, and a very particular human she wants satisfying it! Looking for a sexually aggressive Roxanne, I think, one who'll really make herself known and ensure this janitor will have a very big mess to clean up afterwards- if you get what I mean.

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I'm a fairly literate writer, and would appreciate someone else who's within a range of 2-3 paragraphs for responses! Knowledge of the FNAF universe really is not needed, I'm just here for a hot wolf and her cravings, ha!)

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*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

The Pizzaplex is a setting well known for.. neglecting certain barriers, shall we say. The ethics of android animatronics, silly things like laws, the conditions of their establishments, health codes, occupancy limits, taxes- the list could really go on forever! When creating their top-of-the-line Glamrock Bioandroids for their establishments, they never did actually pay to ensure they would be entirely child friendly at all times. The clothes they wear aren't just for looks, you see.. usually there's no need to worry about the Glamrocks actually USING their genitals, of course. They're by themselves at night in their rooms, relaxing and recharging after a day of fun and performances while the staff help tidy things up and get everything under control so a new day can start all over again.

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But Roxanne is not feeling usual, as of late. She's been watching a new janitor, one who has been burning the midnight oil and puts extreme care into the cleanliness of everything. They'd talked before, when there were messes made before Roxanne's areas, and he was a sweet man. Freshly in his college. This was his first job, apparently, and he was too naive to realize just how much he was overworked and underpaid- he just liked cleaning, as he said. He was thin, and *cute.* Soft voice, sweet smells in his hair thanks to shampoo, and very gentle hands. Roxanne felt a burning in her core whenever she watched him closely, the open windowed portions of her room not allowing her the privacy to *do something about it..* unless she took that sweet, adorable witness mopping the floors of sticky syrup and made him HERS.

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She'd get him. And when she would, she'd ensure he fuck her until she was satisfied for a long, LONG time.

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(Good morning, evening, or afternoon! This is a pretty simple and not complex prompt at all that I'm putting out here- I'm simply looking for someone to play a Roxanne Wolf who just has a craving for human cock, and a very particular human she wants satisfying it! Looking for a sexually aggressive Roxanne, I think, one who'll really make herself known and ensure this janitor will have a very big mess to clean up afterwards- if you get what I mean.

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I'm a fairly literate writer, and would appreciate someone else who's within a range of 2-3 paragraphs for responses! Knowledge of the FNAF universe really is not needed, I'm just here for a hot wolf and her cravings, ha!)

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*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*

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Dating inside the pokemon world is something that tends to be a wonderful thing, marred only by the fact that your prospective partner can have anywhere from zero to six superpowered pets that you MUST also get the approval of before you even think of taking things very far. After all, it's one thing if your girlfriend's dad doesn't like you.. if her goddamn battle tank of a turtle doesn't like you, there's not much stopping them from turning your ass into somethintg to be power washed off of the sidewalk.. Which they probably would do, in all honesty, immediately after. Stranger things have happened, to even more influential figures.

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However- when one goes through all the hoops and hurdles of making friends with the pets and introducing your own, living in one space, getting used to one another and growing closer.. it is it's own reward, by the end of it. Snuggling with the girlfriend as the team of partners joins in for movie night, having nice barbeques of slowpoke tails and other common foods, waking up to an Espeon atop one's chest and chuckling as a hand goes up to pet them and attempt to go back to sleep.. that's all well and good. It's the perfect time, frankly.

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Sometimes these activities get a little less wholesome, though. Sometimes the dearest wife wants her team to be all the more intimate- after all, she married a lovely man, and he's got plenty enough stamina. So why not introduce her ladies to him, and let her hubby become \\\\\\\*their\\\\\\\* husband? Going into heat is a burden on anyone, and he's perfectly equipped for it. That arcanine is just SO energetic, and a romp in the sheets can calm her down.. not to mention everything to do with vaporeon, lopunny, or gardevoir..

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(Ahh, marriage! Such a wonderful thing for all, and especially so for those who aren't entirely monogamous! Good afternoon, morning, or evening- hope this catches y'all at a good time. I've had this idea brewing in my head ever since I saw some very specific.. \\\\\\\*images...\\\\\\\* of trainers posing their pokemon for someone else to enioy, and I wanted to make a roleplay centered around that!

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What I'm looking for are folks playing in third person who are interested in playing these pokemon, and the wife herself! From ferals to anthros, legendary to common, mean to sweet, soft to hard- almost any variety, long as they're enthusiastic and genuinely want it. Honestly, only ones that could turn me off are the sorts like Muk, or the literal object pokemon. I believe I've yapped enough there, though, so. Yeah! Mostly just browsing about for good old pokephilia. I'm a fairly literate player, myself, and I'm hoping to make some lovely stories; see you all in the inboxes!)

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*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*