u/iwritefurrysometimes

I am Liazku. I do not have a surname, for I do not have any family left alive on this world anymore.

The year is 2000, or around about that time. I am about eighteen years old, and I was born in the year of my gods that don't fucking LISTEN-!

...Er...

The year is 2000, or around about that time. I am eighteen years old, and I was born in the year 1982. Three years after the State of Newalley, the Land of the Wolves, invaded the Republic of Uetzarri, and began the Uetzarri Genocide.

Out of a population of 80 million or so people before the war, about 50 million were murdered. 20 million were enslaved, and 10 million were left to rot in the husk of Uetzarri.

I was born in Newalley. My parents were of Uetzarri descent before they turned insane and decided to kill us and enslave us all based off of our species. When that day in 1979 came, when the pogroms started, my parents fled into the countryside and had my family. My parents didn't last long, and when I was about seven or eight years old, about 1989-1990, the G-Men came to our little encampment in the woods of Southenbury Province (or at least I'm told), and killed them. Shot and killed them in addition to my sister Zazki and brothers Noki and Eutzan. They got me in my chest but I played dead. I snuck away while they were dragging the rest of my family to the trucks to go burn them.

So after that, I didn't really know what to do with this life.

If I dared to venture forth into the developed regions of this country, venture into a wolf town, they would surely either shoot me then and there, or chain me up and call the Slave Patrols, send me to a concentration camp where my back would give out and they'd shoot me then and there. So I didn't, or at least I tried to minimize my time in towns whenever possible. Oftentimes I'd sneak into stores and get food, since I was so bad at doing things I couldn't find out how to farm or get food from the outdoors.

...Yeah, wolves saw me all the time and tried to kill me, but I was just lucky enough not to get caught, I guess.

So, I was pretty much living on borrowed time waiting for the day some hunter would find me on his land and shoot me thinking I was a feral deer or something, or, gods please no, the Slave Patrols, the so called Ministry for the Uetzarris would find me and take me away.

To say that I was a paranoid anxious and depressed and suicidal mess would be.. accurate, but perhaps that's not the best way to put it. I was just simultaneously okay and terrified of my core to my fate. Something like being so certain of a thing that would happen and being terrified like that in the same time.

But then I met you.

I was walking across a country road, a ballsy action in of itself, just past sundown, when your car swerved out the way, thinking I was a deer. I turned. Our eyes met. I thought I was going to die. You got out of your car and I, in my tattered clothes barely covering my thighs and groin, stood still, paralyzed in fear. You had a gun, I thought, you were going to shoot me now. But you didn't.

You took me home. For whatever reason.

Do I owe you anything..? Perhaps. But perhaps not. It was wolves in general that made me the way I am, but not you in specific. Despite your conditioning by this dystopia, conditioned to think dragons are a subservient, barbaric, and inferior race deserving extinction and it was a mercy wolves chose permanent enslavement for all of the Uetzarris, you still chose me.

You chose me to live. You saved my life, and I'm incredibly grateful in so many ways that my traumatized brain containing the shell of a person I am can't respond in. You've always told me, though, that things are going to be better someday. This nightmare would end and the dictatorship of the All-Newalleay National Syndicalist Party would end and Ueztarris would be freed and the nation would apologize and repent for the greatest sin in history.

If things are going to get better, though, why haven't they? It's been twenty years, and it'll be twenty years more.

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- A romance between a traumatized and shell-of-a-man dragon whose entire kind, nearly, has been decimated by decades of genocide and slavery by a totalitarian wolf-supremacist dictatorship
• ⁠Your character may be conditioned in this system to think dragons are inferior, and this might be interesting — their conflict between feeling something for my character and simultaneously thinking him to be inferior and subhuman — but I want to hear what you come up with.
• ⁠Experienced writers only. Worldbuilders too. No real writing limit, no minimum or maximum writing count, but I want us to really engage with eachother, you know?
• ⁠I only write on Discord.

I am Liazku. I do not have a surname, for I do not have any family left alive on this world anymore.

The year is 2000, or around about that time. I am about eighteen years old, and I was born in the year of my gods that don't fucking LISTEN-!

...Er...

The year is 2000, or around about that time. I am eighteen years old, and I was born in the year 1982. Three years after the State of Newalley, the Land of the Wolves, invaded the Republic of Uetzarri, and began the Uetzarri Genocide.

Out of a population of 80 million or so people before the war, about 50 million were murdered. 20 million were enslaved, and 10 million were left to rot in the husk of Uetzarri.

I was born in Newalley. My parents were of Uetzarri descent before they turned insane and decided to kill us and enslave us all based off of our species. When that day in 1979 came, when the pogroms started, my parents fled into the countryside and had my family. My parents didn't last long, and when I was about seven or eight years old, about 1989-1990, the G-Men came to our little encampment in the woods of Southenbury Province (or at least I'm told), and killed them. Shot and killed them in addition to my sister Zazki and brothers Noki and Eutzan. They got me in my chest but I played dead. I snuck away while they were dragging the rest of my family to the trucks to go burn them.

So after that, I didn't really know what to do with this life.

If I dared to venture forth into the developed regions of this country, venture into a wolf town, they would surely either shoot me then and there, or chain me up and call the Slave Patrols, send me to a concentration camp where my back would give out and they'd shoot me then and there. So I didn't, or at least I tried to minimize my time in towns whenever possible. Oftentimes I'd sneak into stores and get food, since I was so bad at doing things I couldn't find out how to farm or get food from the outdoors.

...Yeah, wolves saw me all the time and tried to kill me, but I was just lucky enough not to get caught, I guess.

So, I was pretty much living on borrowed time waiting for the day some hunter would find me on his land and shoot me thinking I was a feral deer or something, or, gods please no, the Slave Patrols, the so called Ministry for the Uetzarris would find me and take me away.

To say that I was a paranoid anxious and depressed and suicidal mess would be.. accurate, but perhaps that's not the best way to put it. I was just simultaneously okay and terrified of my core to my fate. Something like being so certain of a thing that would happen and being terrified like that in the same time.

But then I met you.

I was walking across a country road, a ballsy action in of itself, just past sundown, when your car swerved out the way, thinking I was a deer. I turned. Our eyes met. I thought I was going to die. You got out of your car and I, in my tattered clothes barely covering my thighs and groin, stood still, paralyzed in fear. You had a gun, I thought, you were going to shoot me now. But you didn't.

You took me home. For whatever reason.

Do I owe you anything..? Perhaps. But perhaps not. It was wolves in general that made me the way I am, but not you in specific. Despite your conditioning by this dystopia, conditioned to think dragons are a subservient, barbaric, and inferior race deserving extinction and it was a mercy wolves chose permanent enslavement for all of the Uetzarris, you still chose me.

You chose me to live. You saved my life, and I'm incredibly grateful in so many ways that my traumatized brain containing the shell of a person I am can't respond in. You've always told me, though, that things are going to be better someday. This nightmare would end and the dictatorship of the All-Newalleay National Syndicalist Party would end and Ueztarris would be freed and the nation would apologize and repent for the greatest sin in history.

If things are going to get better, though, why haven't they? It's been twenty years, and it'll be twenty years more.

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• A romance between a traumatized and shell-of-a-man dragon whose entire kind, nearly, has been decimated by decades of genocide and slavery by a totalitarian wolf-supremacist dictatorship
• Your character may be conditioned in this system to think dragons are inferior, and this might be interesting — their conflict between feeling something for my character and simultaneously thinking him to be inferior and subhuman — but I want to hear what you come up with.
• Experienced writers only. Worldbuilders too. No real writing limit, no minimum or maximum writing count, but I want us to really engage with eachother, you know?
• I only write on Discord.

A whole family to love!

Thomas Green and Samantha Green, two dragons living in the countryside, met as high schoolers in the early 1960s and fell in love. They married eachother and had seven children with eachother:

• Miron
• Aaron
• Samantha (legally Samantha Green II)
• William
• Lillian and John (twins)
• and Dmitri

And from there, things all turned to shit.

Affairs and polyamory and petplay and incest...

Aaron and Samantha had an affair at the age of 20 for several years while they still lived in their parent's house. They were clean, everything was alright. Everybody knew, but.. What do you do in response to that?

William met Adelaide and they fell in love. Adelaide was soon no more, replaced by the name Puppy, as a part of a permanent petplay arrangement. Puppy was used as a broodmare and sexual slave, amongst her domestic duties, and they had five children in six years. The two don't hide it.

Aaron was always polyamorous, had a few flings during his time with his wife Deliah, but one day he brought a boy home. 18, of course, his name was James. Seeing James out and about one morning, he fell in love with the adult James and asked him out on a date, to which they did. Aaron, James, and Deliah live in their house, not recognizing how strange the whole situation is.

Rei, 19 and Caiden, 35, brothers, are dating eachother. It started soon after Rei turned 18, when Caiden confessed his love for Rei. Rei works as a prostitute and gives all the money he earns to his boyfriend and brother; Caiden "pimps" him out to local voyeurs.

Two out of five of William and Puppy's children are trans women. This isn't bad, and they are still loved, but it is still odd.

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Hey!

That's a fucked up family, ain't it?

You want in?

Sure!

But who are ya? Relative on relative incest? Boyfriend to someone? Or something else?

DM me! I'm looking for a Male or Futa or Transfemme character to play against.. any of the family members which I will be playing.

My only hard limits are scat and penis insertion. We can get as taboo as you want...

DM me!

A whole family to love!

Thomas Green and Samantha Green, two dragons living in the countryside, met as high schoolers in the early 1960s and fell in love. They married eachother and had seven children with eachother:

• Miron
• Aaron
• Samantha (legally Samantha Green II)
• William
• Lillian and John (twins)
• and Dmitri

And from there, things all turned to shit.

Affairs and polyamory and petplay and incest...

Aaron and Samantha had an affair at the age of 20 for several years while they still lived in their parent's house. They were clean, everything was alright. Everybody knew, but.. What do you do in response to that?

William met Adelaide and they fell in love. Adelaide was soon no more, replaced by the name Puppy, as a part of a permanent petplay arrangement. Puppy was used as a broodmare and sexual slave, amongst her domestic duties, and they had five children in six years. The two don't hide it.

Aaron was always polyamorous, had a few flings during his time with his wife Deliah, but one day he brought a boy home. 18, of course, his name was James. Seeing James out and about one morning, he fell in love with the adult James and asked him out on a date, to which they did. Aaron, James, and Deliah live in their house, not recognizing how strange the whole situation is.

Rei, 19 and Caiden, 35, brothers, are dating eachother. It started soon after Rei turned 18, when Caiden confessed his love for Rei. Rei works as a prostitute and gives all the money he earns to his boyfriend and brother; Caiden "pimps" him out to local voyeurs.

Two out of five of William and Puppy's children are trans women. This isn't bad, and they are still loved, but it is still odd.

---

Hey!

That's a fucked up family, ain't it?

You want in?

Sure!

But who are ya? Relative on relative incest? Boyfriend to someone? Or something else?

DM me! I'm looking for a Male or Futa or Transfemme character to play against.. any of the family members which I will be playing.

My only hard limits are scat and penis insertion. We can get as taboo as you want...

DM me!

When the teachers during school asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always answered that I wanted to be courted by and sissified by a man two to three times my age and enslaved, both sexually and domestically, to serve him with all that my feeble body and mind could perform, and to do this for the rest of my life. I was born to serve, I said, and all I really deserved in life was to be beaten and treated as useless and worthless property, but I said that I hoped I could find the proper man to devote my life towards.

Naturally, as soon as I turned eighteen, I looked to court the most depraved and perverted men around the age of 50 and 60 I could. And I did! We had a date, we had an encounter, and I moved in right then, enslaved.

It has been... hard, being Master's slave, but it's like a test. You have to take your test, and you might as well do the best you can, and even if you aren't quite good, you'll learn - eventually. I just wish the lashes didn't hurt so much..

My kinks are chastity, orgasm denial, slavery, master and slave, rape, and abuse. I don't have anything I won't necessarily play, but I don't like scat and penis insertion.

Please. Please push my limits. Please hit on me and bully me and dominate me. I'm begging you, master....

No limits. I have kinks we can share in DM if you're ever likeminded...

Heyo fellow queer people! Today I come with a quite odd request.

I love the art of Dream and Nightmare! The best gay furry porn in the business, bar none. I would love to roleplay with that! I love the artist's characters like Night and Munroe and Rex and what have you, and I would love to roleplay with that!

Ideally it would be me playing one of my OCs, against you playing any one of their characters. I would love to be in a dom/sub relationship with Night or Munroe and to be caged and feminized💙 .

Kinks are numerous, but I love chastity cages, orgasm control, dom/sub relationships (especially with controlling doms), total power exchange, dub-con, non-con, collars and leashes, chastity, sensory deprivation, sweat, muscle worship, and armpits.

I will say this now.. I am open to negotiate for any kink but I might not actively want to play it.

Please show effort in your opening DM, no one liners please. We will roleplay on Discord. Share a piece by Dream and Nightmare to show me that you've read this far. Love you guys!

THE FACTS OF MY PLACE.

• All members of my species are slaves.
• All slaves are property, and will remain so forever.
• All slaves have no right to question or to disboey their owner.

THE FACTS OF MY SITUATION.

• I am terminally sick, or unable to perform my duties, or any other list of reasons.
• If I can not perform my duties as a slave, my owner may dispose of me as they see fit.
• I am being disposed of tommorow.

THE FACTS OF MY LAST DAY ON THIS EARTH.

• Like all of the other days, I will spend it as my owner sees fit.
• At the end of the day, I will be taken to the veterinarians office and injected with a substance.
• After I fall asleep, I will never wake up again.

THE FACTS OF YOU.

• We have grown up together, both around the same age when we first met.
• How we grew up and how we knew eachother in the past has no relevance to how I am used now.
• I am spending my last day on this Earth with you.

COMING BACK.

• It is still engrained in all levels of my being, even if I don't agree with them, that I exist only to serve my owner.
• I am going to be killed tommorow and exit this Earth.
• I am an emotional creature, and having a connection with you, will spend my last day on this Earth with you.

(If you don't wanna play the son, instead if you want to play the dragon or wolf by themselves, that's alright! We can discuss...)

Rough premise

You never knew your father, really. Raised by your mother all of your life, not really taking much note of him. Your mother always told you stories of your father, how he was loving, but couldn't handle the pressures of fatherhood, and divorced and left your mother when she was so young. Your mother and father didn't have hardly any contact, though as the years went by and as you grew from a small child to a naive adolescent, the contact grew and you finally got to look at your father and occasionally talk to him.

Your father's is Cameron Robles. When you first talked to him, around the age of 12, he was quite young! 30 years old, 5'6 ft, a wolf. Rather meek looking, far younger than he looks. He had you very young, at the age of 18 as a result of a party gone wrong with your mother. You had expected him to look far more mature, but that didn't matter. He seemed quiet, soft spoken, and definetly met most of the criteria for autism. That didn't matter though! He was your father, and you loved him more than anything. You often talked to him via calls, mostly by texts. He was still a continent away.

As you and him talked and talked, though, there was one thing that your father didn't quite talk about. What he did for a living. He always avoided the subject, saying he "got by", and it "wasn't relevant". That clung to your mind for a bit.

Now, you're nineteen, and not sure what to do in life. One day, your father calls you - he wants to finally meet you.

He offered to pay for everything. He offered for you to come to his house in Central California, in a town called Santa Ysabel, a majority dragon town known for its steadfast and radical social progressivism, where he lived, for a two week vacation. He would pay for everything, and considering you lacked a job and significant money... You accepted. Before you left, though, he did mention one thing.

"Oh, right! Did I ever tell you about my dragon husband?"

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So yeah! that's the premise. Basically you meet your father, and find out about his hot dragon husband. All three of you live in their house, he flirts, you and the dragon slowly get closer and closer together.. and eventually you're converted! You join their total-power-exchange dom/sub, as the sub to both him and your own father... for the forseeable future, anyways.

My kinks are, among many others that I don't have time to write out: dom/sub relationships (especially with controlling doms), total power exchange, dub-con, non-con, collars and leashes, chastity cages, sensory deprivation, sweat, muscle worship, and armpits. My hard limits are urethral play/insertion, scat and urine, blood, and vore. Anything else can be negotiated!

This was a template for the premise rather than the premise concretely.. we can also negotiate that. I'd rather prioritize story over smut, though smut would be fun to include. We can talk about the concrete details of your father(s) dom/sub relationship together! I'd also be down if you wanted to play either the dragon or father.. Lots of things to consider.

Please no one liners, and sum up the whole short premise I wrote down in a sentence or two so that I know you read it. Love you all 💙

Heyo fellow queer people! Today I come with a quite odd request.

I love the art of Dream and Nightmare! The best gay furry porn in the business, bar none. I would love to roleplay with that! I love the artist's characters like Night and Munroe and Rex and what have you, and I would love to roleplay with that!

Ideally it would be me playing one of my OCs, against you playing any one of their characters. I would love to be in a dom/sub relationship with Night or Munroe and to be caged and feminized💙 .

Kinks are numerous, but I love chastity cages, orgasm control, dom/sub relationships (especially with controlling doms), total power exchange, dub-con, non-con, collars and leashes, chastity, sensory deprivation, sweat, muscle worship, and armpits. Limits are urethral play/insertion, scat and urine, blood, and vore. If you have a kink that's not in my limits nor in my kinks, ask if we can include 'em! I'm open to most things.

Please show effort in your opening DM, no one liners please. We will roleplay on Discord. Share a piece by Dream and Nightmare to show me that you've read this far. Love you guys!

Heyo fellow queer people! Today I come with a quite odd request.

I love the art of Dream and Nightmare! The best gay furry porn in the business, bar none. I would love to roleplay with that! I love the artist's characters like Night and Munroe and Rex and what have you, and I would love to roleplay with that!

Ideally it would be me playing one of my OCs, against you playing any one of their characters. I would love to be in a dom/sub relationship with Night or Munroe and to be caged and feminized💙 .

Kinks are numerous, but I love chastity cages, orgasm control, dom/sub relationships (especially with controlling doms), total power exchange, dub-con, non-con, collars and leashes, chastity, sensory deprivation, sweat, muscle worship, and armpits. Limits are urethral play/insertion, scat and urine, blood, and vore. If you have a kink that's not in my limits nor in my kinks, ask if we can include 'em! I'm open to most things.

Please show effort in your opening DM, no one liners please. We will roleplay on Discord. Share a piece by Dream and Nightmare to show me that you've read this far. Love you guys!

Heyo fellow queer people! Today I come with a quite odd request.

I love the art of Dream and Nightmare! The best gay furry porn in the business, bar none. I would love to roleplay with that! I love the artist's characters like Night and Munroe and Rex and what have you, and I would love to roleplay with that!

Ideally it would be me playing one of my OCs, against you playing any one of their characters. I would love to be in a dom/sub relationship with Night or Munroe 💙 .

Kinks are numerous, but I love dom/sub relationships (especially with controlling doms), total power exchange, dub-con, non-con, collars and leashes, chastity, sensory deprivation, sweat, muscle worship, and armpits. Limits are urethral play/insertion, scat and urine, blood, and vore. If you have a kink that's not in my limits nor in my kinks, ask if we can include 'em! I'm open to most things.

Please show effort in your opening DM, no one liners please. Share a piece by Dream and Nightmare to show me that you've read this far. Love you guys!

In 1920, worldwide communism was achieved. All people were equal, of all colors and species! It was quickly realized by humans that they did not actually like anthros. In 1951, a cultural revolution occured throughout the human populace, during which it was all realized that anthros were deserving of nothing else but enslavement. All anthros were enslaved, being treated as either communal or personal property.

A frenzy of mass killing and anthro population growth was established. The old were murdered, the young bred young, and killed off in their early adult years. Enough for a ruthless period of labor and use, before they were disposed of. The oldest anthro was around 25, though the average lived to only 20 before being shot in the head in mass grave. Before then, they were bred by other anthros or by humans, even, to give their litter as new labor to their owners. It helped with the anthros having a short gestation period, often producing several live young per pregnancy, pregnancy taking only 1-2 months depending on species. The anthro population exploded, to 800 million in the United States, with only 100 million humans to own them. The anthro population was replaced every 25 years or so; they were treated like cattle.

It was communism. For only one type of person.

Off of the backs of untold suffering, humankind achieved advancement far better than they could have ever dreamed of. Human suffering was ended, and loaded onto the backs of their living property. Most work was ended, replaced with anthro slave labor, so that humans could achieve the communist, post-scarcity society they dreamed of.

In 2026, there are 80 billion anthros living across the world, owned collectively by 8 billion human beings.

Anthros live in squalor. No longer do they dream. They toil.

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What right do Anthros have? None. Anthros are property, and they were chosen to labor until they were unable to labor anymore, so that humans wouldn't have to experience the evils of the capitalist mode of production. This is the basis of the roleplay.

What am I? A slave. What are you..? That's a better question.

A fellow slave, developing a relationship with one of the other slaves before their inevitable death? An escaped slave, meeting up with another slave, to resist the humans before their inevitable death? The slave's owner, using and abusing their slave before their inevitable death? Or something or someone else?

I'd prefer something more story driven, rather than smut. Just my preference.

DM me if you're interested!