u/depraveddude

The Witching Hour

The world is not as it seems - beneath the facade of modern life, of a rational world ruled by corporations and technology there lies another world, a hidden world, a world where humans are not the apex predator. All that folklore about demons, about sidhe and all other manners of mystical creature - the stuff that ends up being dismissed as myths dreamed up by imagination, or stories designed to teach children lessons? It's all true.

And me? I live in it - I'm an apprentice mage, just graduating from one of many magical academies scattered across the globe, and it's time for The Choosing. On the night of the summer solstice, on the year after one's eighteenth birthday, right in the sacred Witching Hour, prospective students gather to graduate and move on to the next stage of their education - an apprenticeship. We gather in an empty church hall, dressed in our finest robes and attire, on display for the guests opposite.

On hallowed neutral ground, they gathered to seek an apprentice - Wizards, Magisters, Magi, and even non-humans, like the Dwarven Runemasters or the Sidhe Lords and Ladies. And then there was you, your title spoken of in hushed tones - The Black Witch.

We'd all broken out in whispers when we'd noticed your arrival, at least for a moment before our professor silenced us with a sharp glare, wondering why you'd attend. And then the bell rang, the start of the Witching Hour, and we stood in a line, waiting, hoping to be chosen. One by one, the line shrank, my classmates chosen, joining the sides of their new masters.

And at the end, I stood, alone, unworthy, unchosen. What did this mean? What would become of me now? And then the room went quiet as you took a step forward, your heel against the wooden floor echoing through the room. You spoke up, and chose me. And then I wasn't sure if I was more afraid, or less.

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Interested to see where people might take this - I'm ideally thinking urban fantasy, but it could work in a fantasy or even a cyberpunk setting with a tweak or two.

Adventures in a High Fantasy Setting with Flipped Gender Norms: Or, the Tale of how a Fierce Barbarian Lady and her Chaste Priest Boy got into some Hijinks (and saved the Queendom along the way)

Personally, I really love High Fantasy settings - the sense of wonder, of adventure, of a vast world with all manner of magical beings out beyond the safe confines of the guarded bastions of civilized folk. I'm also a kinda subby switch with a love of playing a more effeminate guy, so I thought, why not combine the two?

Imagine a world where instead of Dukes and Kings ruling castles, it's Duchesses and Queens, where Merchant Ladies with harems of manservants control the tides of commerce, where Bandit Ladies lead fierce bands that rove the lands and take more than just coin from unsuspecting men, where dominant Dragon matriarchs rule hordes of monsters (alright, that one's not so much of a subversion ;) ). Sounds fun, doesn't it? Heck, we could even go wild with it, and make patriarchal dark elves living in the underground some of the most villainous curs out there.

For our protagonists, I'd like to take a somewhat traditional trope, that of a scruffy but fierce mercenary, someone who lives and dies by the strength and skill of his blade arm, being paired with a pious temple maiden, a blushing innocent healer, and flip that around too. With that in mind, I'd like to play as an effeminate young man, only a few months out of his education in the seminary. As talented in the healing arts granted by his Lady's divine will as he is innocent in the ways of the outside world, he is supposed to assume the next stage of his worshipful service in the name of the Divine Goddess, that of an itinerant priest, sent out into the wild lands beyond the city walls to aid the sick and helpless and learn about the world... but the High Priestess dares not send him out afar, unaccompanied, fearing what might happen.

With that in mind, she seizes upon an opportunity presented - an heirloom of the ruling family has been stolen by a thief clad in a cloak of black shadows, a signet ring said to seal an arsenal of ancient weaponry, long lost to the mists of history. Indeed, the hidden arsenal has been lost so long that most folk, even the wise and educated, believe it to be fable or myth. Using her influence in the court, she has the Queen's Seneschal hire a mercenary to seek out the stolen ring, accompanied by the priest boy she wants protected. That they will be bound in their quest by the promise of gold and by royal mandate is merely a bonus to ensure his protection, really - even if she assumes the quest to be ultimately irrelevant. But, of course, what they don't know, what almost nobody knows, is that the arsenal exists and the fate of the kingdom lies in the balance.

And so, the cute petite priest boy, clad in robes of white that cling to him just so, arrives at the Castle to meet his new travelling companion - only to meet a towering barbarian lady, clad in furs. (Or another rough-and-tumble warrior type of your choice, honestly ;) )

After a somewhat tense meeting - after all, they're very different people (heck, perhaps she doesn't even realise he's male?) - they find themselves shooed out of the castle, because the noble folk can't just have scruffy looking warrior women hanging around the place, it's just not good for the decor, they find themselves with the open road and a mysterious case before them. Bound by a common goal and a royal quest neither one dare betray (after all, drawing the Queen's ire is never a wise move), how will these two conflicting personalities cope? Will they find solace in each other's arms in the flickering amber light of a crackling campfire on a cold night out in the woods? Or will such a conniving mercenary decide to corrupt and take advantage of her new comrade-in-arms, to slowly strip away his innocent until he begs for more as her rough, calloused finger pistons in and out of his tight hole? Or perhaps she's barely more than a villainous blackguard herself, and she'll just decide that the way his bubble butt moves beneath that flowing robe is temptation enough, and pin him down as she sheathes her strapon in his virginal hole?

That's not to say we need to limit things to just the pair of them, either - perhaps she'll take her young companion to an alehouse by the docks, and together they'll lure a promiscuous barmaid to a room to share between them? Or perhaps he'll get them entrance to a hot springs run by the Temple, and they'll get up to some mischief there with the nuns that run the place? Indeed, perhaps the quest will require more erotic means to progress - maybe they might find themselves needing to please a magical creature in exchange for information or aid - just imagine the fun they could have with a dryad's vine tentacles and aphrodisiac sap. Of course, things needn't always go well for them - a pair of travellers would be prime targets for a roving band of orc futas to have their way with, after all.

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Ladies, hit me up if this sounds like a fun story idea - I'd love to hear your takes and twists on it, and then, perhaps, we could write a story we both enjoy? No chat, please - willing to play on Reddit or Discord.

I also have a whole host of other prompts on my profile, most of which I'm still open to playing, so if you're looking for some inspiration, feel free to browse those, too. Here's a selection of a few that I'm particularly proud of or in the mood for:

The Firstborn "Daughter" - a king thinks himself devious for trying to get out of a deal to give an infamous witch his firstborn daughter to be her apprentice by only having sons, finds out that she's just going to take his firstborn son and make him girly instead.

Roguish Abjurer Drinks Heavily, Kidnaps Princess, Hijinks Ensue - A master magician wakes up from a night of drunken revelry to find out he's kidnapped the Princess during the festivities. Hijinks Ensue as he tries to avoid having his head end up on a pike.

Eagerly awaiting everyone's replies :)