u/Nangangbangbang

Trigger warning - beast themed RP. This is fictional, all characters and events are fictional.

Premise: as a joke, my character sets up a tinder account for Plato, his bull mastiff-mix and ends up setting him up on a date with a young lady

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This was probably all my doing. It all started on a Friday afternoon when I found an idle moment in the middle of all the chaos that goes with working from home. After sitting through meetings, sorting through a deluge of emails and rescuing the door dash driver who lost his way in the rain, I finally found time when I could actually be productive but I was fairly bushed and ready for the weekend already. Just a couple of things to do and then I’d meet up with friends down at the climbing gym - I just need to keep my eyes open until then.

I take the tech worker mini-break which involves flicking open Reddit, then Instagram, then the dating app you have installed and kept “hidden” deep inside your iPhone. My wife would pull my arms off if she knew I had it but I liked looking at pretty ladies and chatting them up on the internet. It’s not even window shopping.

That’s when I hear the clinking of chains and a plaintive whine behind me and turn around to see Pluto’s huge, doleful face - leash in mouth - as he pleads for a walk. “Can’t it wait till the evening, lad? There’s a cyclone on” I say, pointing at the window and then remembering that I actually had plans too.
“I wish you had a social life” I say, scratching his head “why can’t you go make friends to do stuff with, huh?” I say, the smile on his face broadening, his tail starting to wag. “Two hours” I tell him, well aware that he practically flunked obedience school and had the language skills of a potato.

That’s when a stupid idea occurred to me and I snapped a picture of his smiling face and with that and three others I happened to have on my phone I constructed a tinder profile:

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Name: Plato

Age: 28 (dog years were implied)

Perks of dating me:

1. I’m guaranteed to scare creeps away
2. Ishmael will cover all incidentals if you take me out for a nice long walk

The key to my heart is: Head scratches, long walks, a whole raw salmon

My guilty pleasures: Stealing food off your plate when you aren’t looking, jumping into every puddle in sight, sticking my nose up skirts 😜

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“What do you think, fella? I’ll bet they’ll be lining up around the block”

This done and with a little humour in the tank, I let him settle down with a chew toy and got back to work. An hour later I pulled my phone out and on a whim checked the app to see there were actually some right swipes

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Kinks: beast, conversation, maybe mild degradation
Limits: anything icky or violent etc.

For this RP I’m looking for someone who wants to play the better half of an open couple. Elements of free use and degradation but this one isn’t super sex focused.

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While we’re open, we’re committed and on quiet nights in sometimes you show me funny exchanges you’ve had with your most recent match or that cute guy you met at the coffee shop. Sometimes it’s a bit of show and tell of a little gift one of them gave you or us poring over a speciality store website for a gift for one of them that I’m helping pick out - like a nice bottle of scotch or a box of cigars.

You usually go out with interesting men - successful up and comers or the regional director of some investment bank. The sort of guy who’d pick you up wearing a suit and driving a Porsche (not that we don’t have a nice car and house but you get the drift) but you have a type. I guess I fit that mould too - but you’re always open to a nice dinner and meeting interesting people new just like I do. First dates can be thrilling and who doesn’t like dressing up?

It’s a Wednesday night and you and I have both been at work all day. It’s not quite date night but after a long discussion over what we should cook for dinner we both decided we were exhausted. Door dashing and cleaning up after seemed like a chore too so we decided to come out for a nice dinner at a pub that just happens to have half decent pizza. I wasn’t super hungry so I asked for a gin soda and handed you the menu and let you take the wheel. While you debated with the waiter and yourself between getting the pizza with mushrooms or the one with a hunk of burrata on top, I sat back and admired you between sips - the hint of Chanel no. 5, the lovely dress you threw on in the 5 minutes we had at home before heading out. Life can be good sometimes.

That’s when, looking over your shoulder, once again, I see him at the bar. I clocked him as we walked in: about 60, probably blue collar, probably just stopping in at a bar after work. He’s facing us but not looking at us. An ascot on his head (probably a bald spot in there somewhere) and startling light blue eyes that stand out under the lamps at the bar. It looks like scotch he’s drinking and he’s had 2 of them since we sat down. A slice of pizza he hasn’t touched all evening, he looks blankly at the TV from time to time. Sometimes he looks at the gaggle of women at the end of the bar - definitely interested but there’s no chance he’s going to go over. There we all go but for the grace of god - an evening spent with a beautiful woman a distant memory. I wonder what his story is. I note the now empty glass in front of him and as the waiter smiles and starts to leave I call out - “one last thing …” reading his name tag “John”
“Yes, sir?”
“Could I buy that geezer at the bar another of whatever he’s having? He’s been sitting by himself all night and he looks like he needs another”

Purely fictional - all fictional characters and animals are 18+ and this is all purely fictional

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Maggie spends most Friday nights at one of the scores of bars that dot Reeperbahn. Just a short walk from her neat flat near the Norwegian Seamen’s Church. The young Brit was spending a semester here in Hamburg, researching horizontal gene transmission at the University lab a few miles north of the Elbe. Her first time abroad, she had come to adore the city and her little life and routine. It was her first time abroad and in a new country full of art, hope (Sheffield always felt so dour) and beautiful strangers she could breathe for the first time in 24 years.

It did get lonely, at times. Maggie could read and write German well enough (Indeed her mother was from Potsdam) but she’d lost her hearing to a concussion when she was a toddler. She had made a few friends but it was hard to have a meaningful conversation. She had brought Elmo - her hearing dog - with her and although he wasn’t much for a chat, having a familiar presence went a long way towards helping her feel less alone.

The dating market was interesting - Maggie liked tall, trim, well turned out middle-aged men (the business district was full of them) but as she explored the city (especially its incredibly liberal nightclubs) she sampled a little of everything. Students from all over the planet, stewardesses and sailors who were just passing through, even Elke, an AMAB sex worker whose pickup line came in american sign language and who she still sometimes bought molly from when she wanted to forget about work.

Maggie works late most Fridays looking through a microscope at specimens or running the stats on the week’s experiments so that she can spend the weekend having fun instead of worrying about her 11 am Zoom call with her PhD advisor back in London. It was 9pm when she finally left the building today, bundled up against the October chill. It was a pleasant walk back to her apartment through streets and parks, past couples walking hand in hand and happy families. She decided to phone home and passed on having a night out. Elmo started to pull her in the direction of the U-bahn they usually rode but she yanked the border collie past, trying to remember whether it was yesterday or today that her mother had to pull a long shift at the hospital.

Fast forward to Maggie at her kitchen table with a bottle of Cabaret Sauvignon looking at FaceTime, sighing as she confirmed her suspicion that her mother would only be home the following morning. She took the wine with her to the living room to watch rom coms from the 90s. Elmo pattered in behind her and flopped down on the couch. At least they had each other for company. Maggie took off her fluffy slippers (the living room had wooden floors unlike the frigid tiles in the rest of her house) and took some layers off as she settled into the warmer, weakly lit space. Her sweater she folded neatly onto a chair, beside her knit PJs and beanie. She tiptoed to the couch in her boxer shorts and crop top, sliding under the comforter and playing something with Drew Barrymore in it. Elmo drew in closer and snuggled in under the sheets and she absently stroked him as she watched the movie.

About a half hour in, Maggie hit pause to give her eyes a rest and take a look out the window at the festivities below. It was almost 10 but the street still seemed lively. She closed the sound proof window and walked back to Elmo who had moved from the couch to the floor, busily licking his penis which was now erect. He looked up at her with what looked like a smile (but a Biologist knows better) and wagging tongue. She got down on her haunches to stroke his head as she played with her phone and then set it down on the floor. She looked him in the eye with a smile “What are you doing, huh? Don’t you know that’ll turn you blind?” and continued to stroke his ears and face with both hands.

Elmo had the white fur with black splotches characteristic of his type. A little smaller than your usual border collie, he was generally sweet tempered if energetic and over the 4 years that Maggie had had him for, she’d grown very fond of him. Over the years she’d come to acknowledge the fact that there was an intelligent, sensitive mind behind those bright eyes. It’s one thing to read about animal intelligence and quite another to take one for a friend and right now, Elmo was probably the closest friend she had for miles. He was eager to play and Maggie played along, watching his antics as he bobbed and weaved around the room as if to play tag. She laughed and plopped down on the floor and this prompted him to amble over to lick her face and snuffle her hair. She stroked his silky soft fur and felt his warm, decidedly muscular body under it. She ran her hands over her beautiful boy and he curled around her as he walked past as if hugging her in turn.

Back in London she had fooled around with Elmo a little - it was the height of covid and they were both quite keen. Elmo made his interest apparent by trying to hump her hand on a few occasions and she didn’t mind helping him have a little fun. He sniffed at her (and she let him, mostly to see where things were going) and seemed to quickly figure out that since she had the same parts as females of his own kind, he ought to lavish similar attention on her now rather aroused genitals. Maggie thought about it and decided that it was no different than two animals playing a game together and crossing her fingers and hoping he had nothing she could catch, she took her clothes off to give him better access. Two years and several sessions of mutual masturbation together, she and Elmo had another game they played together in private.

Seeing his red penis bob between his legs as he walked past her, Maggie smiled and pulled her top off. She didn’t want to more laundry than she needed to. She called him over and let him lick her face and mouth and then bent down between his legs to take his penis into her mouth. Elmo immediately remembered the game and started to hump her mouth, panting away with glee.

She held her jaws apart with her teeth carefully tucked behind her lips. His warm, smooth penis slipped into her mouth into the large, moist space she held open, just barely, occasionally, grazing the top of her tongue. He kept at it for a few frantic seconds, panting loudly with his front paws skittering on the floor. All along a salty warm stream of pre-cum oozed onto Maggie’s tongue and covered the inside of her mouth until suddenly Elmo slipped out and dripped on the floor. He excitedly ran to the corner of the room, leaving Maggie with a nostril full of eau de wet dog mixed with musk.

Elmo panted still, his tail wagging in an erratic horizontal arc, his hips tight and his red penis almost painfully engorged. Maggie walked into the kitchen and rinsed the salty, slimy cum out of her mouth at the sink before filling a coffee mug with water and drinking it down in three huge sips.

Walking back through the little hall, she stopped at the mirror and switched on the light to inspect dark rings under her eyes before standing in Hasthasana and closing her eyes for a second, acknowledging the damage a week at a workstation in a frigid lab can do to your body. She opened her eyes and looked at her tired face and sighed. She sat on the tiny stool and watching the shadows on her face in the mirror, she slid her hand under her boxers and started to absently play with herself as thoughts of work and schedules passed from her thought. Her boxers found their way onto the floor by the foot of the stool. She leaned her head back and started to enjoy herself, feeling her humanity partially restored.

Elmo padded into the hall to see what she was up to and found his mistress two fingers deep in herself with her legs splayed open and didn’t need an invitation to put his tongue into her vagina, startling Maggie who opened her eyes and beamed at him, opening her legs wider and moving forward on the stool to give him better access. She closed her eyes and let him take over. She loved receiving head and Elmo’s warm, thin tongue felt like velvet as he lapped at her, sometimes slowly, sometimes darting deep inside her. She used one hand to squeeze her nipple, playing with the little silver stud she had in it that gleamed golden in the hallway light and rubbed her clit. All the while watching the girl in the mirror, her pale skin and brown hair bathed in yellow light, her cold toes wrapped around the legs of her stool. She angled her head back and opened her mouth just a little until she was satisfied with how vulgar she looked. After a little deliberation, she decided the walnut wood coffee table in the TV room was just the place to fuck and in 4 quick steps she was sitting astride it, rocking it to test stability.

Actual intercourse was a new trick they had only started trying over the past six months. They had had limited success and mostly she would need to masturbate to climax but Maggie had started to appreciate that compared to their usual mutual masturbation and oral activities P in V sex was somehow special - while the usual game was mostly a functional, fun activity they did together, sex was far more intimate.

They didn’t do it very often - logistics were a major issue so she needed to carve out a few undisturbed hours - but it was also difficult to deal with emotionally. Elmo would go from obedient to pushy and aggressive at exactly the time that she was at her most vulnerable. She was quite sure she could keep him in check but it turned her skin cold every time she submitted to him because she wasn’t a naturally submissive person. Consequently, she mostly saved it but sometimes things just came together and they went all the way.

Perhaps she felt especially connected to him - such as that day last month when they were stranded in the rain in Munich and when they reached the hotel room - shivering and wet - they climbed into the warm bed and fucked for maybe two minutes until Elmo, exhausted, fell asleep between her legs. Perhaps she was acknowledging their affection for each other - such as that warm evening in June when, after she picked Elmo up from a friend’s flat after a week of conference travel and he practically did somersaults to see her again, she realised she had missed him just as much. They had spent that evening on the couch fondling and making out until it was all too much for Maggie and she straddled him (keeping her weight off him, of course) and fucked him until she came, leaving him perplexed and wet. It wasn’t always that emotional, of course - there was that one time he had to be dragged off a poodle at the park and Maggie took him home, hiked her dress up and bent over this very table, her giggles turning to moans as he fucked her. He was very domineering that day and Maggie was uncharacteristically turned on by the unrestrained ragging he doled out. She gave in completely, and that was their first and only knot.

Usually, though, it played out more like this evening. They were both horny and Maggie felt a little lonely and it would be nice to make love instead of just make out.

Maggie sat down on the low table, her legs spread out again as she rested her weight on her elbows and parted her legs slightly.

After a good 15 minutes of prolonged arousal her body felt like a sticky, warm mess and her head felt muddled. Every non sexual thought went down a laundry chute somewhere as her ears started to burn and her nose grew cold. She had worked herself up to the precipice of an orgasm and stopped touching herself, saving the climax for when Elmo was inside her.

She smiled broadly at him and it felt like standing on the edge of a diving board with one leg in the air, waiting to give herself to gravity and the splash at the end.

Elmo did another lap of the room and just looking at him - panting hard, eyes, wild, tail - Maggie knew his heart was racing too. And then there was the matter of the ruby red tip peeking past the furry black sheath of his penis.

These were probably her last moments of control and she savoured them. “Calm down, love” she thought, waiting for him to come around to her. He snuffled her hair and face and walked past the length of her body (like someone at a buffet, Maggie thought to herself) before settling at her feet.

Maggie raised one foot to his snout and stroked his face with her toe and Elmo licked it in turn. They spent a second there, Elmo’s warm tongue wrapped around her toes and Maggie squeezing her unpierced nipple, biting her lip, wanting to prolong foreplay - until she decided to stop torturing him. Reaching her foot over his shoulder she gently pulled him in. As Elmo’s tongue found her pussy’s familiar folds, Maggie pulled her legs apart and out of the way before reaching under his shoulders and encouraging him to climb on and relieve them both.

Elmo put his forelimbs around her waist and as his head settled on Maggie’s chest - blushing and warm. Her hand gently guided the tip of his leaking penis to the mouth of her eager vagina.

In a flash, he pushed into her and his body convulsed out three scraping, piercing strokes as their bodies found alignment. Much more erratic than usual, Maggie reconsidered for a millisecond - “Slow down, please” she thought - before he found his usual quick but steady stride, breathing hard, his breed’s endurance on display. His 5-inch penis glided inside her vagina, swimming in the generous lubrication of a healthy pair of genitals. Maggie took her hands off the wheel and submitted to the assertive, steady fuck that Elmo doled out. Besides the odd poke from his claws on her waist and legs - that the northern girl easily took in her stride - it was pure pleasure that washed over her. She closed her eyes and stroked the length of Elmo’s quaking body, feeling his hot breath on her neck while his black and white fur mopped up the sweat that streamed out of her. After two minutes, she felt an orgasm and then another.

Elmo kept fucking and she hoped he would cum but he tired and overheated, slumping onto her body, panting hard. “Poor baby” she thought, stroking his head and the length of his small, tired body. They stayed there for a minute, Elmo still inside her, the two of them a sticky, cooling mess on the varnished table. Eventually he slid out and padded away, leaving Maggie to catch her breath on the table, covered in cum and dog hair, her skin greasy.

Now on the table, naked in the lamp light, Maggie exited subspace and searched for the familiar feelings of shame that gnawed at her after sex but pleasantly found none. Sitting up with that thought she saw Elmo back on the couch, cleaning his penis, still erect. Thankfully the covers were due for a cycle anyways. She sat on her haunches in front of him and licked along its length, their tongues touching on both sides of it and Elmo happily kissed her mouth. She kissed the tip and then kissed Elmo’s forehead before leaving him to finish up while she got the mop.

Purely fictional - all fictional characters and animals are 18+ and this is all purely fictional

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Maggie spends most Friday nights at one of the scores of bars that dot Reeperbahn. Just a short walk from her neat flat near the Norwegian Seamen’s Church. The young Brit was spending a semester here in Hamburg, researching horizontal gene transmission at the University lab a few miles north of the Elbe. Her first time abroad, she had come to adore the city and her little life and routine. It was her first time abroad and in a new country full of art, hope (Sheffield always felt so dour) and beautiful strangers she could breathe for the first time in 24 years.

It did get lonely, at times. Maggie could read and write German well enough (Indeed her mother was from Potsdam) but she’d lost her hearing to a concussion when she was a toddler. She had made a few friends but it was hard to have a meaningful conversation. She had brought Elmo - her hearing dog - with her and although he wasn’t much for a chat, having a familiar presence went a long way towards helping her feel less alone.

The dating market was interesting - Maggie liked tall, trim, well turned out middle-aged men (the business district was full of them) but as she explored the city (especially its incredibly liberal nightclubs) she sampled a little of everything. Students from all over the planet, stewardesses and sailors who were just passing through, even Elke, an AMAB sex worker whose pickup line came in american sign language and who she still sometimes bought molly from when she wanted to forget about work.

Maggie works late most Fridays looking through a microscope at specimens or running the stats on the week’s experiments so that she can spend the weekend having fun instead of worrying about her 11 am Zoom call with her PhD advisor back in London. It was 9pm when she finally left the building today, bundled up against the October chill. It was a pleasant walk back to her apartment through streets and parks, past couples walking hand in hand and happy families. She decided to phone home and passed on having a night out. Elmo started to pull her in the direction of the U-bahn they usually rode but she yanked the border collie past, trying to remember whether it was yesterday or today that her mother had to pull a long shift at the hospital.

Fast forward to Maggie at her kitchen table with a bottle of Cabaret Sauvignon looking at FaceTime, sighing as she confirmed her suspicion that her mother would only be home the following morning. She took the wine with her to the living room to watch rom coms from the 90s. Elmo pattered in behind her and flopped down on the couch. At least they had each other for company. Maggie took off her fluffy slippers (the living room had wooden floors unlike the frigid tiles in the rest of her house) and took some layers off as she settled into the warmer, weakly lit space. Her sweater she folded neatly onto a chair, beside her knit PJs and beanie. She tiptoed to the couch in her boxer shorts and crop top, sliding under the comforter and playing something with Drew Barrymore in it. Elmo drew in closer and snuggled in under the sheets and she absently stroked him as she watched the movie.

About a half hour in, Maggie hit pause to give her eyes a rest and take a look out the window at the festivities below. It was almost 10 but the street still seemed lively. She closed the sound proof window and walked back to Elmo who had moved from the couch to the floor, busily licking his penis which was now erect. He looked up at her with what looked like a smile (but a Biologist knows better) and wagging tongue. She got down on her haunches to stroke his head as she played with her phone and then set it down on the floor. She looked him in the eye with a smile “What are you doing, huh? Don’t you know that’ll turn you blind?” and continued to stroke his ears and face with both hands.

Elmo had the white fur with black splotches characteristic of his type. A little smaller than your usual border collie, he was generally sweet tempered if energetic and over the 4 years that Maggie had had him for, she’d grown very fond of him. Over the years she’d come to acknowledge the fact that there was an intelligent, sensitive mind behind those bright eyes. It’s one thing to read about animal intelligence and quite another to take one for a friend and right now, Elmo was probably the closest friend she had for miles. He was eager to play and Maggie played along, watching his antics as he bobbed and weaved around the room as if to play tag. She laughed and plopped down on the floor and this prompted him to amble over to lick her face and snuffle her hair. She stroked his silky soft fur and felt his warm, decidedly muscular body under it. She ran her hands over her beautiful boy and he curled around her as he walked past as if hugging her in turn.

Back in London she had fooled around with Elmo a little - it was the height of covid and they were both quite keen. Elmo made his interest apparent by trying to hump her hand on a few occasions and she didn’t mind helping him have a little fun. He sniffed at her (and she let him, mostly to see where things were going) and seemed to quickly figure out that since she had the same parts as females of his own kind, he ought to lavish similar attention on her now rather aroused genitals. Maggie thought about it and decided that it was no different than two animals playing a game together and crossing her fingers and hoping he had nothing she could catch, she took her clothes off to give him better access. Two years and several sessions of mutual masturbation together, she and Elmo had another game they played together in private.

Seeing his red penis bob between his legs as he walked past her, Maggie smiled and pulled her top off. She didn’t want to more laundry than she needed to. She called him over and let him lick her face and mouth and then bent down between his legs to take his penis into her mouth. Elmo immediately remembered the game and started to hump her mouth, panting away with glee.

She held her jaws apart with her teeth carefully tucked behind her lips. His warm, smooth penis slipped into her mouth into the large, moist space she held open, just barely, occasionally, grazing the top of her tongue. He kept at it for a few frantic seconds, panting loudly with his front paws skittering on the floor. All along a salty warm stream of pre-cum oozed onto Maggie’s tongue and covered the inside of her mouth until suddenly Elmo slipped out and dripped on the floor. He excitedly ran to the corner of the room, leaving Maggie with a nostril full of eau de wet dog mixed with musk.

Elmo panted still, his tail wagging in an erratic horizontal arc, his hips tight and his red penis almost painfully engorged. Maggie walked into the kitchen and rinsed the salty, slimy cum out of her mouth at the sink before filling a coffee mug with water and drinking it down in three huge sips.

Walking back through the little hall, she stopped at the mirror and switched on the light to inspect dark rings under her eyes before standing in Hasthasana and closing her eyes for a second, acknowledging the damage a week at a workstation in a frigid lab can do to your body. She opened her eyes and looked at her tired face and sighed. She sat on the tiny stool and watching the shadows on her face in the mirror, she slid her hand under her boxers and started to absently play with herself as thoughts of work and schedules passed from her thought. Her boxers found their way onto the floor by the foot of the stool. She leaned her head back and started to enjoy herself, feeling her humanity partially restored.

Elmo padded into the hall to see what she was up to and found his mistress two fingers deep in herself with her legs splayed open and didn’t need an invitation to put his tongue into her vagina, startling Maggie who opened her eyes and beamed at him, opening her legs wider and moving forward on the stool to give him better access. She closed her eyes and let him take over. She loved receiving head and Elmo’s warm, thin tongue felt like velvet as he lapped at her, sometimes slowly, sometimes darting deep inside her. She used one hand to squeeze her nipple, playing with the little silver stud she had in it that gleamed golden in the hallway light and rubbed her clit. All the while watching the girl in the mirror, her pale skin and brown hair bathed in yellow light, her cold toes wrapped around the legs of her stool. She angled her head back and opened her mouth just a little until she was satisfied with how vulgar she looked. After a little deliberation, she decided the walnut wood coffee table in the TV room was just the place to fuck and in 4 quick steps she was sitting astride it, rocking it to test stability.

Actual intercourse was a new trick they had only started trying over the past six months. They had had limited success and mostly she would need to masturbate to climax but Maggie had started to appreciate that compared to their usual mutual masturbation and oral activities P in V sex was somehow special - while the usual game was mostly a functional, fun activity they did together, sex was far more intimate.

They didn’t do it very often - logistics were a major issue so she needed to carve out a few undisturbed hours - but it was also difficult to deal with emotionally. Elmo would go from obedient to pushy and aggressive at exactly the time that she was at her most vulnerable. She was quite sure she could keep him in check but it turned her skin cold every time she submitted to him because she wasn’t a naturally submissive person. Consequently, she mostly saved it but sometimes things just came together and they went all the way.

Perhaps she felt especially connected to him - such as that day last month when they were stranded in the rain in Munich and when they reached the hotel room - shivering and wet - they climbed into the warm bed and fucked for maybe two minutes until Elmo, exhausted, fell asleep between her legs. Perhaps she was acknowledging their affection for each other - such as that warm evening in June when, after she picked Elmo up from a friend’s flat after a week of conference travel and he practically did somersaults to see her again, she realised she had missed him just as much. They had spent that evening on the couch fondling and making out until it was all too much for Maggie and she straddled him (keeping her weight off him, of course) and fucked him until she came, leaving him perplexed and wet. It wasn’t always that emotional, of course - there was that one time he had to be dragged off a poodle at the park and Maggie took him home, hiked her dress up and bent over this very table, her giggles turning to moans as he fucked her. He was very domineering that day and Maggie was uncharacteristically turned on by the unrestrained ragging he doled out. She gave in completely, and that was their first and only knot.

Usually, though, it played out more like this evening. They were both horny and Maggie felt a little lonely and it would be nice to make love instead of just make out.

Maggie sat down on the low table, her legs spread out again as she rested her weight on her elbows and parted her legs slightly.

After a good 15 minutes of prolonged arousal her body felt like a sticky, warm mess and her head felt muddled. Every non sexual thought went down a laundry chute somewhere as her ears started to burn and her nose grew cold. She had worked herself up to the precipice of an orgasm and stopped touching herself, saving the climax for when Elmo was inside her.

She smiled broadly at him and it felt like standing on the edge of a diving board with one leg in the air, waiting to give herself to gravity and the splash at the end.

Elmo did another lap of the room and just looking at him - panting hard, eyes, wild, tail - Maggie knew his heart was racing too. And then there was the matter of the ruby red tip peeking past the furry black sheath of his penis.

These were probably her last moments of control and she savoured them. “Calm down, love” she thought, waiting for him to come around to her. He snuffled her hair and face and walked past the length of her body (like someone at a buffet, Maggie thought to herself) before settling at her feet.

Maggie raised one foot to his snout and stroked his face with her toe and Elmo licked it in turn. They spent a second there, Elmo’s warm tongue wrapped around her toes and Maggie squeezing her unpierced nipple, biting her lip, wanting to prolong foreplay - until she decided to stop torturing him. Reaching her foot over his shoulder she gently pulled him in. As Elmo’s tongue found her pussy’s familiar folds, Maggie pulled her legs apart and out of the way before reaching under his shoulders and encouraging him to climb on and relieve them both.

Elmo put his forelimbs around her waist and as his head settled on Maggie’s chest - blushing and warm. Her hand gently guided the tip of his leaking penis to the mouth of her eager vagina.

In a flash, he pushed into her and his body convulsed out three scraping, piercing strokes as their bodies found alignment. Much more erratic than usual, Maggie reconsidered for a millisecond - “Slow down, please” she thought - before he found his usual quick but steady stride, breathing hard, his breed’s endurance on display. His 5-inch penis glided inside her vagina, swimming in the generous lubrication of a healthy pair of genitals. Maggie took her hands off the wheel and submitted to the assertive, steady fuck that Elmo doled out. Besides the odd poke from his claws on her waist and legs - that the northern girl easily took in her stride - it was pure pleasure that washed over her. She closed her eyes and stroked the length of Elmo’s quaking body, feeling his hot breath on her neck while his black and white fur mopped up the sweat that streamed out of her. After two minutes, she felt an orgasm and then another.

Elmo kept fucking and she hoped he would cum but he tired and overheated, slumping onto her body, panting hard. “Poor baby” she thought, stroking his head and the length of his small, tired body. They stayed there for a minute, Elmo still inside her, the two of them a sticky, cooling mess on the varnished table. Eventually he slid out and padded away, leaving Maggie to catch her breath on the table, covered in cum and dog hair, her skin greasy.

Now on the table, naked in the lamp light, Maggie exited subspace and searched for the familiar feelings of shame that gnawed at her after sex but pleasantly found none. Sitting up with that thought she saw Elmo back on the couch, cleaning his penis, still erect. Thankfully the covers were due for a cycle anyways. She sat on her haunches in front of him and licked along its length, their tongues touching on both sides of it and Elmo happily kissed her mouth. She kissed the tip and then kissed Elmo’s forehead before leaving him to finish up while she got the mop.

For this RP I’m looking for someone who wants to play the better half of an open couple. Elements of free use and degradation but this one isn’t super sex focused.

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It’s Wednesday night - and we’ve both been at work. It’s not quite date night but after a long discussion on text over what we should cook for dinner we both decided we were exhausted. Door dashing and the cleaning up that would follow seemed like a chore too so we decided to come out for a nice dinner at a pub that just happens to have half decent pizza. I wasn’t super hungry so I asked for a gin soda and handed you the menu and let you take the wheel. While you debated with the waiter and yourself between getting the pizza with mushrooms or the one with a hunk of burrata on top, I sat back and admired you between sips - the hint of Chanel no. 5, the lovely dress you threw on in the 5 minutes we had at home before heading out. Life can be good sometimes.

While we’re open, we’re committed and on quiet nights in sometimes you show me funny text exchanges you’ve had with your most recent tinder match or that cute guy you met at the coffee shop. Sometimes it’s a little gift one of them gave you or a gift for one of them that I helped pick out - like a nice bottle of scotch or a box of cigars. You usually go out with interesting men - successful up and comers or the regional director of some investment bank. The sort of guy who’d pick you up wearing a suit and driving a Porsche (not that we don’t have a nice car and house but you get the drift) but you have a type and I guess I fit that mould too - but you like going out to nice dinners and meeting interesting people just like I do. First dates can be thrilling.

That’s when, looking over your shoulder, once again I see him at the bar - I clocked him as we walked in, about 60, probably blue collar, probably just stopping in at a bar after work. He’s facing us but not looking at us. An ascot on his head (probably a bald spot in there somewhere) and startling light blue eyes that stand out under the lamps at the bar. It looks like scotch he’s drinking and he’s had 2 of them since we sat down. A slice of pizza he hasn’t touched all evening, he looks blankly at the TV from time to time. Sometimes he looks at the knot of women at the end of the bar - definitely interested but there’s no chance he’s going to go over. There we all go but for the grace of god - an evening spent with a beautiful woman a distant memory. I wonder what his story is. I note the now empty glass in front of him and as the waiter smiles and starts to leave I call out - “one last thing …” reading his name tag “John”
“Yes, sir?”
“Could I buy that old guy another of whatever he’s having? He’s been sitting by himself all night and he looks like he needs a drink”

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That’s where it starts
Kinks: free use, teasing, flirting, a bit of romance
Limits: anything gross illegal violent etc etc etc

This is a plot inspired by the excellent post by someone called Serena who I haven’t spoken to but added the word “ferasexual” to my vocabulary. Basically it’s an additional “official” orientation for zooromantics.

Her plot was about a girl who comes out as a ferasexual to her friends and I wanted to play out a scenario where I get to play a supportive friend who helps her explore her interests by setting her up on dates or otherwise introducing her to sympathetic pet owners who are open to their dogs pursuing romances with people.

I’m 18+, all characters and parties involved are 18+. Feral characters are all consenting adults too.

Kinks: zoo, conversation
Limits: anything violent or gross

For this RP I’m playing a bar manager - in downtown SF there’s an underground bar. Quite literally underground: it’s basically a basement with neon lights, thumping music and a semicircular stage with poles on either end that alternately hosts indie bands and strippers. Occasionally both. At some point we took things up a notch and, for certain high rollers maybe once a month organised full on sex shows. The shows got wilder and wilder until it was basically kink dot com except the venue’s smaller and we don’t have cameras but it’s never enough, is it?

That’s what lead to this event - something the high rollers haven’t seen before - and it’s fallen to me, as usual, to organise talent. I don’t really know where to begin so I hit Reddit and I find a shady sub for sex work and post this ad -

“Seeking performer, cis female, attractive and in shape, age 20-30 for live show. Must have a recent STD report and valid ID. Experience with live performances preferred but not mandatory - exotic dancers, strippers, porn experience highly valued.

Required - performer must be comfortable around animals especially large dogs. Performance is of extreme nature but organisers will prioritise performer well being at all times. Compensation generous for the right performer. One opening only”

I don’t expect responses but very soon I get a notification …

Kinks: zoo, free use
Limits: anything gross or painful

The premise:
Our characters are FWBs and since I’m often busy at work you end up spending a lot of time with Carlos, my Burgos pointer, taking him on walks or taking care of him while I’m out travelling.

At some point affection grows and, since for various reasons I don’t have the same sex drive as you do, I gently suggest that Carlos is pretty randy too …

I’d like the story to go towards your character having her own relationship with Carlos, some elements of cuckolding (where Carlos gets prioritised over my character) and maybe a bit of meanness on your part. We could also play out dates you have with Carlos where I GM his part and you play yourself. More romance than sex, basically.

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I’m 18+ all characters and participants are 18+

Kinks: zoo, cuckolding, flirting
Limits: anything non-con, pain, anything gross or icky

For this RP I’ll be playing Eugene - Mulligan Drive’s resident dirty old man. I’m 70 and a shameless flirt who tries lines on all the young ladies he runs into. For the most part my good natured advances are politely rebuffed and laughed off but on this particular day you chat with me at length and things snowball from there.

I’d like to play out the whole flirting and chatting up part first and then we can play things by ear. Ultimately you end up on my living room carpet securely docked with “Rocket” (my pedigree American Akita) waiting for his knot to slip out.

Why are you letting the neighbourhood creep chat you up? Maybe you’re lonely or bored or both.
Why don’t I do you instead? Because I’m 70 and a toothless lion at this point.
What does rocket look like? See attached
Further questions? Ask me 🙂

Kinks: dogs, flirting, some mild degradation
Limits: anything icky or dangerous and non-con

I’m 18+ and all characters are players are 18+