u/The_Unoriginal_Sin

He had watched over her for years, as was his sworn duty, ensuring she was safeguarded from any threats that might endanger the princess. He was glad to do so, such a high honor was a privilege to hold, especially for one of the few beastmen in service to the crown. He took pride in his role, his duty was one that he wouldn’t trade for the world.

Cassius had started life as a slave, born to a slave in the silver mines far to the south, nothing born to nothing and destined for nothing save for labor and suffering. He toiled through his childhood and adolescence, his body and resolve hardening as his strength grew, until one day, he fought back. He caught the overseer’s whip as it swung down to bite into his back, and in the ensuing struggle he managed to kill the overseer with a rock. He ran, but didn’t make it very far before he was dragged back in chains and sold to the fighting pits, a method of execution that could still be profitable for those who owned a slave that might not be too dangerous or costly to continue working.

It was a method that was as cruel as it was effective. Slaves fought and killed other slaves, and the only prize was another day, another meager meal, and another fight to the death. But he did not die. Fight after fight, he would not submit, not when he’d survived and crawled so far, and eventually he was sold again to a more “reputable” gladiatorial outfit. He was given weapons. Armor. But so were his opponents. People paid to watch these matches, held in an actual arena rather than a pit in the desert rock, and in time they seemed to cheer not just for bloodshed, but for him.

The death of the king brought with it a new coronation, and a celebratory battle in the newly-crowned king’s honor. However, instead of watching the match, the king made a proclamation; the abolition of both the practice of gladiatorial combat, and the slave trade at large within the borders of the kingdom, effective immediately. Even now, he could still remember the numb feeling of shock, of relief, the cries of outrage from the slaveowners and the weeping with joy and thankful prayers that came from the cells below the arena. He was free, but years later he still carried the brand on his neck that marked him as a slave.

The king had been impressed by his martial prowess, and offered him a position in his guard, where he had started out and worked his way up to captain of the guard. His current duties were luxurious by comparison, he trained, maintained his armor and weapons, which were of vastly superior quality than any he’d ever been allowed before, and of course he stood guard over the princess. Wherever she went, he went also, whatever she did, he was never far away. As a result, they had grown close, even friendly despite the difference of species and class between the two, but he was careful to never overstep and push that familiarity too far.

The marriage had been arranged for years, but it was only upon actually meeting her betrothed that the princess realized just how unappealing the prospect was. He was arrogant and cruel, and it was difficult for Cassius to hide his distaste for the prince, but of course it was not his place to voice his concerns to the princess, so he instead opted to bite his tongue and hope for the best, until one night, when she proposed a plan to him, her closest confidant. Escape. To run away from this marriage to somewhere she could be free. Somewhere she could be with him.

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Hi! Thank you for reading my prompt, and I hope it caught your interest! In case it wasn’t clear, I’m looking to write a story between a human or elf princess and her beastman bodyguard (exact species is up to you!), filled with plenty of adventure, romance, and of course, smut! The exact ref or personality of the princess is for you to explore and determine, is she simply choosing her best option for freedom? Or has she been dreaming of this for a while and have a secret stash of monsterfucker bodice-ripper novels? All I ask is that you come with some idea of how you’d like to play the princess and any species preferences for our beastman in question! I write primarily on discord but I can also rp on reddit or telegram as well! As far as writing goes I am a detailed, literate, and experienced writer, but I don’t have many requirements beyond literacy and interesting writing!

Kinks (none required!): size difference, excessive cum/pre, knots and other exotic bits, sloppy blowjobs, musk/scentplay, creampies, messy sex, breeding/impreg, affection/cuddling, public sex, sloppy makeouts, toys, cock/ball worship, watersports, casual nudity, anal, species play, and many, many more (seriously if it isn’t listed just ask)!

Limits: gore, scat, hyper

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

He had watched over her for years, as was his sworn duty, ensuring she was safeguarded from any threats that might endanger the princess. He was glad to do so, such a high honor was a privilege to hold, especially for one of the few beastmen in service to the crown. He took pride in his role, his duty was one that he wouldn’t trade for the world.

Cassius had started life as a slave, born to a slave in the silver mines far to the south, nothing born to nothing and destined for nothing save for labor and suffering. He toiled through his childhood and adolescence, his body and resolve hardening as his strength grew, until one day, he fought back. He caught the overseer’s whip as it swung down to bite into his back, and in the ensuing struggle he managed to kill the overseer with a rock. He ran, but didn’t make it very far before he was dragged back in chains and sold to the fighting pits, a method of execution that could still be profitable for those who owned a slave that might not be too dangerous or costly to continue working.

It was a method that was as cruel as it was effective. Slaves fought and killed other slaves, and the only prize was another day, another meager meal, and another fight to the death. But he did not die. Fight after fight, he would not submit, not when he’d survived and crawled so far, and eventually he was sold again to a more “reputable” gladiatorial outfit. He was given weapons. Armor. But so were his opponents. People paid to watch these matches, held in an actual arena rather than a pit in the desert rock, and in time they seemed to cheer not just for bloodshed, but for him.

The death of the king brought with it a new coronation, and a celebratory battle in the newly-crowned king’s honor. However, instead of watching the match, the king made a proclamation; the abolition of both the practice of gladiatorial combat, and the slave trade at large within the borders of the kingdom, effective immediately. Even now, he could still remember the numb feeling of shock, of relief, the cries of outrage from the slaveowners and the weeping with joy and thankful prayers that came from the cells below the arena. He was free, but years later he still carried the brand on his neck that marked him as a slave.

The king had been impressed by his martial prowess, and offered him a position in his guard, where he had started out and worked his way up to captain of the guard. His current duties were luxurious by comparison, he trained, maintained his armor and weapons, which were of vastly superior quality than any he’d ever been allowed before, and of course he stood guard over the princess. Wherever she went, he went also, whatever she did, he was never far away. As a result, they had grown close, even friendly despite the difference of species and class between the two, but he was careful to never overstep and push that familiarity too far.

The marriage had been arranged for years, but it was only upon actually meeting her betrothed that the princess realized just how unappealing the prospect was. He was arrogant and cruel, and it was difficult for Cassius to hide his distaste for the prince, but of course it was not his place to voice his concerns to the princess, so he instead opted to bite his tongue and hope for the best, until one night, when she proposed a plan to him, her closest confidant. Escape. To run away from this marriage to somewhere she could be free. Somewhere she could be with him.

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Hi! Thank you for reading my prompt, and I hope it caught your interest! In case it wasn’t clear, I’m looking to write a story between a human or elf princess and her beastman bodyguard (exact species is up to you!), filled with plenty of adventure, romance, and of course, smut! The exact ref or personality of the princess is for you to explore and determine, is she simply choosing her best option for freedom? Or has she been dreaming of this for a while and have a secret stash of monsterfucker bodice-ripper novels? All I ask is that you come with some idea of how you’d like to play the princess and any species preferences for our beastman in question! I write primarily on discord but I can also rp on reddit or telegram as well! As far as writing goes I am a detailed, literate, and experienced writer, but I don’t have many requirements beyond literacy and interesting writing!

Kinks (none required!): size difference, excessive cum/pre, knots and other exotic bits, sloppy blowjobs, musk/scentplay, creampies, messy sex, breeding/impreg, affection/cuddling, public sex, sloppy makeouts, toys, cock/ball worship, watersports, casual nudity, anal, species play, and many, many more (seriously if it isn’t listed just ask)!

Limits: gore, scat, hyper

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

The demands of college and a particularly grueling program steadily became harder and harder to keep up with. Some days it felt like he only left the library to go to class, and went right back to studying as soon as the lecture ended. His social life had all but disappeared, what free time he did have was spent catching up on the sleep he had missed the night before. What sleep he did get was fitful when (if) he finally managed to fall asleep, requiring a steady intake of caffeine to maintain his pace. His body seemed to be feeling the strain as well, there seemed to be a constant dull ache between his legs, a tense feeling of fullness that only briefly went away if he… “relieved himself.” As a result, he was constantly tired and racked with anxiety that finally became too debilitating to ignore. Generalized anxiety was a simple enough diagnosis, but a hyperspermia diagnosis on top of anxiety was just one more thing to worry about.

Luckily, this combination of maladies qualified him for a new program that had seen marked success in similar cases, and was, by some miracle, even covered by what little health insurance he had. He’d seen one or two before and he had never really felt like he needed one, but the Emotional Support Human program sounded like his best option, even if the thought of having to care for one conjured up a list of additional responsibilities he would have to take on. They did seem helpful, but only time would tell.

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Thank you for reading this far, the idea behind this prompt is simple, an overworked student at an anthro college is assigned an emotional support human with an oral fixation to help reduce anxiety and take care of any other needs he may be struggling with! This prompt is open as long as it remains up, and I’m open to any characters, though I am partial to females (cis or trans welcome!), femboys, and transmasc/CB characters! I have tons of refs for our poor student, so if this post piques your interest let me know if you have a species preference! I’m a detailed, literate, and experienced writer on the east coast of the US, and all I ask is that you message with more than just a “hi” or “wanna rp?,” ideally with a ref or an idea for your character, as well as your kinks and limits! Kink-wise I’m fairly flexible, and none of the ones listed are required, if you’re still interested shoot me a message on here so we can make sure we’re a good fit before moving to discord or tele, and hopefully we’ll write something we both love!

Kinks: Petplay, collars/leashes, size difference, excessive cum/pre, knots and other exotic bits, sloppy blowjobs, musk/scentplay, creampies, messy sex, breeding/impreg, affection/cuddling, clingy pets, revealing outfits, public sex, sloppy makeouts, cock milking, underdesk oral, toys, cock/ball worship, watersports, casual nudity, anal, cum diet, species play, and many, many more (seriously if it isn’t listed just ask)!

limits: scat, vore, hyper

The demands of college and a particularly grueling program steadily became harder and harder to keep up with. Some days it felt like he only left the library to go to class, and went right back to studying as soon as the lecture ended. His social life had all but disappeared, what free time he did have was spent catching up on the sleep he had missed the night before. What sleep he did get was fitful when (if) he finally managed to fall asleep, requiring a steady intake of caffeine to maintain his pace. His body seemed to be feeling the strain as well, there seemed to be a constant dull ache between his legs, a tense feeling of fullness that only briefly went away if he… “relieved himself.” As a result, he was constantly tired and racked with anxiety that finally became too debilitating to ignore. Generalized anxiety was a simple enough diagnosis, but a hyperspermia diagnosis on top of anxiety was just one more thing to worry about.

Luckily, this combination of maladies qualified him for a new program that had seen marked success in similar cases, and was, by some miracle, even covered by what little health insurance he had. He’d seen one or two before and he had never really felt like he needed one, but the Emotional Support Human program sounded like his best option, even if the thought of having to care for one conjured up a list of additional responsibilities he would have to take on. They did seem helpful, but only time would tell.

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Thank you for reading this far, the idea behind this prompt is simple, an overworked student at an anthro college gets a ditzy emotional support human with an oral fixation to help reduce anxiety and take care of any other needs he may be struggling with! This prompt is open as long as it remains up, and I’m open to any characters, though I am partial to females (cis or trans!), femboys, and transmasc/CB characters! I have tons of refs for our poor student, so if this post piques your interest let me know if you have a species preference! I’m a detailed, literate, and experienced writer on the east coast of the US, and all I ask is that you message with more than just a “hi” or “wanna rp?,” ideally with a ref or an idea for your character, as well as your kinks and limits! Kink-wise I’m fairly flexible, and none of the ones listed are required, if you’re still interested shoot me a message on here so we can make sure we’re a good fit before moving to discord or tele, and hopefully we’ll write something we both love!

Kinks: Petplay, collars/leashes, size difference, excessive cum/pre, knots and other exotic bits, sloppy blowjobs, musk/scentplay, creampies, messy sex, breeding/impreg, affection/cuddling, clingy pets, revealing outfits, public sex, sloppy makeouts, cock milking, underdesk oral, toys, cock/ball worship, watersports, casual nudity, anal, cum diet, species play, and many, many more (seriously if it isn’t listed just ask)!

limits: scat, vore, hyper

The demands of college and a particularly grueling program steadily became harder and harder to keep up with. Some days it felt like he only left the library to go to class, and went right back to studying as soon as the lecture ended. His social life had all but disappeared, what free time he did have was spent catching up on the sleep he had missed the night before. What sleep he did get was fitful when (if) he finally managed to fall asleep, requiring a steady intake of caffeine to maintain his pace. His body seemed to be feeling the strain as well, there seemed to be a constant dull ache between his legs, a tense feeling of fullness that only briefly went away if he… “relieved himself.” As a result, he was constantly tired and racked with anxiety that finally became too debilitating to ignore. Generalized anxiety was a simple enough diagnosis, but a hyperspermia diagnosis on top of anxiety was just one more thing to worry about.

Luckily, this combination of maladies qualified him for a new program that had seen marked success in similar cases, and was, by some miracle, even covered by what little health insurance he had. He’d seen one or two before and he had never really felt like he needed one, but the Emotional Support Human program sounded like his best option, even if the thought of having to care for one conjured up a list of additional responsibilities he would have to take on. They did seem helpful, but only time would tell.

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Thank you for reading this far, the idea behind this prompt is simple, an overworked student at an anthro college gets a ditzy emotional support human with an oral fixation to help reduce anxiety and take care of any other needs he may be struggling with! This prompt is open as long as it remains up, and I’m open to any characters, though I am partial to females (cis or trans!), femboys, and transmasc/CB characters! I have tons of refs for our poor student, so if this post piques your interest let me know if you have a species preference! I’m a detailed, literate, and experienced writer on the east coast of the US, and all I ask is that you message with more than just a “hi” or “wanna rp?,” ideally with a ref or an idea for your character, as well as your kinks and limits! Kink-wise I’m fairly flexible, and none of the ones listed are required, if you’re still interested shoot me a message on here so we can make sure we’re a good fit before moving to discord or tele, and hopefully we’ll write something we both love!

Kinks: Petplay, collars/leashes, size difference, excessive cum/pre, knots and other exotic bits, sloppy blowjobs, musk/scentplay, creampies, messy sex, breeding/impreg, affection/cuddling, clingy pets, revealing outfits, public sex, sloppy makeouts, cock milking, underdesk oral, toys, cock/ball worship, watersports, casual nudity, anal, cum diet, species play, and many, many more (seriously if it isn’t listed just ask)!

limits: scat, vore, hyper

The shackles bit heavy and cold into his wrists as he was led into the throne room, the same throne room where his mother and father had sat and ruled over their lands, where they had waged this war until her soldiers breached the palace gates. He wasn’t sure whether they had fled without him or if a worse fate had befallen them, but each step filled more and more of his attention with the dreadful question; what was going to happen to him?

The war had been something intangible, a concept of something happening far away for the first few months of the conflict, little more than lines on a map until smoke began to rise on the horizon in distant columns. The queen’s army advanced with surprising speed, reaching the capitol within days and had broken through the city walls in a matter of hours after that. They ransacked the city, and now even the relative safety of the palace had been invaded by the queen’s forces.

The doors swung open, and his gaze darted to the figure sitting on the throne. It was her. The queen herself was here. Her expression was one of unadulterated satisfaction as she smiled down at the prince, she had won, but something told him that this was not the end for him, but what exactly awaited him was still unknown.

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Hi! Thank you for reading my prompt, today I’m branching out into a femdom plot based in a fantasy setting wherein a prince is captured and becomes the unwilling consort to the queen of an enemy kingdom, and what better way to cement her victory than to force him to sire an heir to her throne? Please come with a ref or some idea of how you’d like to play the queen, and whether she is a human, elf, orc, or anthro is up to you! I write primarily on discord but I can also rp on reddit or telegram as well! As far as writing goes I am a detailed, literate, and experienced writer, but I don’t have many requirements beyond literacy and interesting writing!

kinks: noncon/dubcon, size difference, corruption, creampies, cock worship, somnophilia, drugging/intox, stockholm syndrome, yandere, oral, praise, affection,casual nudity, breeding/impregnation, pregnancy, lactation/nursing, and many more!

Limits: gore, scat, hyper

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

Sure the divorce was hard on everyone, but she seemed to become so attached, even obsessed with her son, but that’s pretty normal, right? Probably. I mean sure, she seemed to become way more affectionate, and she started dressing in a much more… enticing way, but she was probably just coping in her own way. Granted, it was odd when she started climbing into bed with her son late at night, and his underwear did seem to go missing from the laundry more frequently, but it was probably just the machine eating them, right? But then her affection seemed to escalate, her hands wandered a bit during hugs, she seemed to lie extra close in bed, she stopped wearing bras altogether. Despite how strange her behavior was, it’s a son’s duty to care for his mother, so why not humor her?

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The divorce meant that mom had to pick up more and more hours, meaning more often than not, it was just two siblings at home, big sister taking care of her little brother while mom was hard at work to provide for all three of them. She didn’t seem to mind, at first she just went about the household chores, cooking and keeping the house in order, but slowly, she seemed to spend more and more of her time with her brother, making sure homework was finished, laundry was put away, and soon enough, she even demanded to watch him shower to make sure he was doing it properly. It went on like this for some time, she took care of her brother like a good big sister, but she had an odd enthusiasm for bathing him despite him being more than capable of doing so himself, or cuddling on the couch for movie nights while mom was at work. She dressed in more and more revealing outfits, lingering a little too long in front of him wrapped in a towel after she showered or let her hands wander a bit farther under the blanket. Soon enough she demanded he sleep in her bed most nights, wearing less and less to bed, and one night, as he drifted off to sleep, he could have sworn he heard her whisper “you can call me mommy.”

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Hi! Thank you for reading my prompt, today I’m looking to do a mother/son or big sister/little brother incest plot wherein a mom/sister becomes romantically and sexually enamored with her own son/brother after leaning on him during her divorce, soon her advances become more and more extreme, and her obsession more intense by the day.

I am a detailed, literate, and experienced writer and I prefer the same, but really all I ask is that you come with a ref and some idea of which direction you’d like to take the plot and how you’d like the dynamic to function! I would also prefer to hash out details via reddit dms before moving to a different platform like discord or telegram, so please include your favorite fruit in your message so I know you read this far in the post!

kinks: Incest, noncon/dubcon, corruption, creampies, cock worship, musk/scentplay, somnophilia, yandere, oral, praise, affection, petplay, collars/leashes, casual nudity, breeding/impregnation, pregnancy, lactation/nursing, and many more!

Limits: gore, scat, hyper

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

The lack of light made seeing exactly where the chamber ended nearly impossible to tell. The air was uncomfortably warm, thick with humidity and the scent of stale air long undisturbed. But there was something else. There. In the dark, something moved. Something big. Something was watching her. Waiting. Hungry.

How many days had passed since she’d first come here? How many days had she spent in this chamber with the creature? *Her beloved.* She had been afraid at first, but now she knew there was nothing to fear, she was safe here. Cared for. Loved. How long had it been since she’d seen daylight? Did it really matter? Her new life seemed so much more fulfilling than her old one, after all, what higher calling could she receive than to birth the creature’s young? Even now her belly was swollen and heavy with eggs, her children. Her babies. How long had it been since her body had begun to change? Exposure to the creature’s fluids had… changed her. She was still changing, her body still mutating, every day she was closer to becoming the perfect broodmother for the creature’s offspring. Soon she would be perfect. Soon she would give birth to her beloved’s brood.

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Hi! Thank you for reading this far, as you can see I have a few different ideas for a story but the central themes are ultimately somewhat scifi/horror-related, with plenty of non-con, body modification/mutation, impregnation, oviposition, and possibly birthing new alien monsters, so if that sounds like fun, then come give in to your new life and use your body the way it was always meant to be used.

I have tons of writing experience and I’m versatile, detailed, and literate in my writing, so I do ask for the same, at least in terms of effort, though I’m not going to demand a full essay for each post, just a few paragraphs and ideally written in 3rd person. I primarily use Discord for writing, but I would prefer to discuss details and preferences here on reddit first, just to make sure we’re a good fit! For this prompt especially I want to discuss details and explore just what kind of extraterrestrial nightmare our poor protagonist (i.e. your character) is subjected to, and what exactly you’d like to see inflicted upon her. I have tons of refs to choose from so I can certainly give you plenty of options, please come with a ref and/or a character description!

Kinks: Size difference, aphrodisiacs, musk/pheromones, body modification, transformation/mutation, breeding/impregnation, dubcon, noncon, corruption, cumplay, hypnosis, mindbreak, oviposition, extreme french kissing, saliva, parasites, dub/non-con, milking, beast/xeno, scratching/biting, and tons more.

Limits: scat, vore, hyper

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