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How about Exalted? That game is rife for magical realm fodder.

>>302713

What do you have left, OP?

Because I wouldn't mind mind control, mutation, and tentacles hijinks with Aboleths.

>>302739

I understand what you're getting at, but Exalted already magical realms the shit out of itself.

>>302746

>What do you have left, OP?

Harpies, gnolls and snek from what I can tell. Might be able to work something out with the Aboleth and Gillmen (Pathfinder Advanced Race Guide) as well. Might work in the mutation and tentacles stuff too. Or maybe have them go full-on Tager. Except they're sexy this time.

>>302748

Point taken. Aarakocra? More like Aracockra. Adding it to the list.

Done anything with elementals and ratfolk yet?

>>302771

Funnily enough, I once played a short-lived ero RP in which I was an Aboleth Savant. Its main means of toying with a poor elf sorceress was body puppetry through very precise psionics. Any time she tried to use a spell it didn't approve of, it would force her to mispronounce or flub it by stilling her tongue at the right moment, or outright stop her from making a gesture. Further on, it spoke through her own lips by manipulating her vocal cords. Later still, once she was immobilized, it spoke into her mind as a god-like being does, with a bass, masculine, stentorian voice.

So yeah, I've seen some potential for lewdness that goes further than just SLIMY TENTACLES GO EVERYWHERE.

Alright, a list of what has been done in the last thread:

- Dullahan

- Elves

- Hobgoblins

- Lizardfolk

- Oni

- Succubi

- Ghosts

- Dark Elves

- Vampires

- Changelings

- Giants

- Griffons

- Tengu

- Dragons

- Half-dragons

- Dragonkin

- Oozes and Jellies

- Slimes and Goos

- WoD

- Imps

- Liches

- Death Knights

>>302790

Ratfolk can go on there as well, but elementals are going to be a bit more difficult. Some people would stick it in a mud elemental if it'd wiggle, but they kinda lack personality. Maybe I'll go with Genasi instead…

>>302718

Very tempted to run a magical SVU where the villain is a unicorn serial rapist.

Do we really need a permanent thread for one guy's ERP setting?

>>302844

Anyone can post their magical realm shit here if they want to.

>>302878

Unfortunately, we both got too busy to continue it just as her clothes got pulled off.

And no, she just got lost in the Underdark, and came across cavern lake with glowing runes on the wall. The Aboleth lured her closer in with a sort of bioengineered silver flower-cum-sigil-cum-tentacle restraint on the far end, then started pushing at her mind. I represented it as like seeing the shadow of a monstrous fish underwater, closing in moment by moment. Before it cut off, the Aboleth began gently pulling apart the elf's philosophy, gradually remaking it into something more compliant, always with that deep, inhumanly calm voice in her mind.

I eventually had it in mind that she would lure more travellers to their doom, her reward to be used as contented breeding stock with her pleasure sensitivity bioengineered up.

>>302898

There's a crazy thing called filter

Or just don't visit this thread

>>302898

>>302903

Nihilist-kun, it would be harder to spot you if you didn't try so hard to be an annoying faggot.

>>302896

>>302896

>>302896

>Her reward to be used as contented breeding stock

Anon..

No humanoid Mother survives siring Scum, they literally tear themselves out of inseminated surrogate.

>>302981

Maybe he headcannoned it so that the mother survives the birthing process.

>>302983

At best, that's got to at least require a System shock save to not get torn apart because something-something magical stretchy stomach bulge Elf pussy, and then a SAN check on the Lords of madness Table to not go nuts from the Eldritch hormones and chemicals in her system from start to term, and the bonding effect, Aboleth Mind dulling aside. That's some top level stress there.

Water temperature might also be a thing, and we have the whole internal damage and heal checks to stop bleeding also.

>>302983

That I did, though admittedly without the knowledge of >>302981 . One of my fetishes is non-fatal pregnancy, thank you very much.

>>302984

Well, I did have it in mind for the Aboleth to reform her body to better suit the role. Stretchiness, more cushioning, As for madness, you got me there. She's definitely not going to be same, even with the Aboleth calming her down.

Well, I was planning on writing something more waifu-like but it looks like there's a desire for Aboleth naughtiness. The call exists, and I deliver.

Skum are the servants of the Aboleth, created by their dark magic in order to serve as manual labor, slaves and livestock. They have little in the form of initiative, creative thought and independence; just like how they were engineered by their Aboleth masters. The common slave Skum are amphibious humanoids who are strong but not very smart. They are susceptible to illusion magic and mind control, but an Aboleth that notices that one of its slaves is being controlled it will quickly override the control and send a group of Skum to figure out what is going on. Measuring one's own mind against that of an Aboleth directly is folly at best and suicide at worst. The slave Skum are a male-only species and as such require women of other species in order to reproduce. Normal captives (almost always humans, with a minority being elves) can be impregnated only once. Upon birth the infant Skum will start to devour its mother's flesh, taking everything between the ribcage and the upper legs. This includes skin, flesh and organs, but bone remains untouched. This of course kills the mother, with her remains frequently being the first meal of the newborn Skum. The alternative is that the prospective birth mother is brought before the Aboleth, who will change her. Tentacles will cover and fill her body while mucus touches every part of her outside and insides. This process alters the woman so that she is an ideal broodmother for the Skum she will be fated to birth. She'll resemble something in between her old form and a Skum, with all of her intellect burned away in favor of service to her new master and a desire to breed. A Skum Broodmother can nurture up to a half-dozen Skum children inside of her, sired by an equal amount of different fathers. These Skum children will not devour their mother since they are fed with a specialized kind of mucus inside of her womb. To generate this the Broodmother requires frequent doses of a specialized mucus from her Aboleth sire, which is either excreted into a container and fed to the Broodmother who will drink eagerly, or it is granted to her directly by the Aboleth who sticks a tentacle down her throat, allowing her to drink directly.

A very specialized brood of Skum exists as the warrior-slaves of the Aboleths. While Skum are very powerful and quite tough, they are sluggish on land and not very good when it comes to fighting in anything that's not either underwater or from an ambush. While they are powerful spellcasters and capable of defending themselves from rather formidable foes, the Aboleths understand that sometimes the best solution is to have a number of warriors available to them that outrank the regular Skum and the mortal servants that an Aboleth can enslave. To this end they created the Grafted, specially altered Skum who are employed as warriors. Creating a Grafted is a bit of a hassle though. First the Aboleth has to create the various parts that it wants to enhance a Skum with out of a mix of magic, mucus and mortal flesh. It can easily take a half-dozen humanoids to create one Grafted, resources that might be more useful elsewhere. When the various parts are completed the Aboleth will select the strongest of its Skum and graft the various parts onto it in one go, using copious amounts of mucus and magic as well as radically altering the Skum's mind in the process. After a few days the Grafted will rise and be ready to serve. The Grafted are enhanced with tentacles (a very common alteration), superior flesh and bones, claws, bone spikes, shredding teeth, ink sacs, water jets that allow them to swim faster and in a rare few cases even wings. A Grafted will have an increased appetite as well, so the creation and ownership of several Grafted is seen as a sign of power and wealth in Aboleth society. The Grafted are skilled fighters, but they lack the finesse of their Skum counterparts and one that does not see constant combat can only sit around and eat all day. Much like normal Skum the Grafted are an all-male race that have to reproduce with other creatures. However, regular humanoid women are too small and weak to survive mating with a Grafted and bear it a child. Broodmothers can do so, but they can only raise a single Grafted child at once, and the pregnancy takes very long. This makes it not very attractive to have them reproduce the natural way. While Aboleth can create special Graftmothers by corrupting a humanoid woman even more, these highly specialized incubators can only be afforded by the richest and most powerful Aboleth.

>>303076

A well-known fact about the Aboleth is that they used to have an ancient empire at the beginning of time, which fell because of some unknown calamity. What only a few non-Aboleths know however is that some of the humanoid slaves they held at this time were somehow related to this fall. Exactly what happened is unknown even to the descendants of the survivors, who oppose the Aboleth to this very day. They are known as the Gillfolk; beautiful humanoids with a set of gills on their necks that are covered up when they travel amongst humanoids. They were the original warrior-slaves, created with a greater degree of skill, autonomy and intellect than their contemporary kin. They resemble Aboleth-like creatures standing some 8' tall and are decked out with powerful tentacle limbs, great speed on land and in the water and the ability to create a substance similar to but less potent than Aboleth mucus. The Gillfolk themselves claim that they overthrew their masters in a great rebellion, butchering the Aboleths in their thousands (or even millions, depending on whom you ask) and reducing them to a fraction of their original numbers. Others claim that they managed to invoke the Cerulean Sign on the entire planet, exterminating them all and that the modern-day Aboleth migrated to the world from other planes. The Aboleth will deny these allegation and the foremost mortal and immortal scholars question these claims as well. What cannot be denied is that the Gillfolk are on a crusade against the Aboleth, slaughtering them and their servants wherever they can be found. The Aboleth in turn will immediately get band together the moment they even suspect the Gillfolk are in the area. A single band of them is able to take down a less powerful Aboleth with ease, but a large group of them or a single powerful one will pose trouble. They will sometimes employ proxies or use unwitting agents to explore where the Aboleth is and what its resources are. While non-Aboleth casualties are preferably avoided, if it means the difference between killing one or letting it escape the Gillfolk will not hesitate. So how do they keep their numbers up? Through their greatest edge on the Grafted: they can breed true with humanoids. They are about as virile and fertile as humans are, and the child resulting from such a union will appear like a perfectly normal crossbreed at first. But after a few years things like thick facial hair or pointed ears will start to vanish and are replaced with their signature gills. This makes their preferred method of reproduction involve either a female Gillfolk seducing a man and being gone in the morning, but men do their part to keep the numbers up as well. A few years after puberty starts the Gillfolk become capable of taking on their warrior form, which is of greater power than any Skum and even most Grafted. But because they are low in number and do not openly cooperate with anyone (some Aberration hunters will target them just like they would normal Aberrations), so they have to be discrete lest they are hunted down with impunity.

>>303077

Worldbuilder anon, are there are species that derive sustenance from raping the shit out of twinky bards?

>>303098

That is…. oddly specific… I suppose you could refluff muses towards that end?

>>303098

A few questions:

- Rapists: male, female, both or dickgirls?

- If female, does the rapist have to get knocked up?

- If male, is there risk of the bard shapechanging (I believe /monster/ calls this Alping)?

- Gang rape or a one-on-one affair?

- Bondage or free?

- Full natural rape only or are there toys involved?

- Is the bard restrained in any other way rather than physical force (ie magic, drugged)?

- Can the rapist gain sustenance from a bard only once or can there be repeat harvests?

- Do they start liking it in the process?

- What about enslavement?

- Is the bard raped to death during the process?

- Is the bard going to get eaten after the deed's done?

- Does the amount of spilled semen do anything?

- Does the bard get any magic out of the deal?

- Is the rapist a humanoid or something less human?

You know, just the basics.

>>303122

>- Rapists: male, female, both or dickgirls?

Male or tentacles

>- Gang rape or a one-on-one affair?

Both

>- Bondage or free?

Both

>- Full natural rape only or are there toys involved?

Both

>- Is the bard restrained in any other way rather than physical force (ie magic, drugged)?

Sure

>- Can the rapist gain sustenance from a bard only once or can there be repeat harvests?

Continual harvest

>- Do they start liking it in the process?

Probably, bards are sluts

>- What about enslavement?

Ditto

>- Is the bard raped to death during the process?

Maybe

>- Is the bard going to get eaten after the deed's done?

Probably

>- Does the amount of spilled semen do anything?

Yes

>- Does the bard get any magic out of the deal?

Maybe

>- Is the rapist a humanoid or something less human?

Yes

>>303126

Tentacles it is, then. I'll put this into deliberation.

>>303077

> beautiful humanoids

> Aboleth like

????

>>303141

In their base form they're attractive humanoids, but when shapeshifted they're Aboleth-looking humanoids.

>>303427

Hoo boy. We going full /monster/ now.

facial hair just makes the she-dwarf cuter.

>>302713

This entire board seems to be filled with magical realm dwellers

>>303677

Where do you think you are?

>>303778

>>303782

Elves confirmed for shit-tier hypersluts.

>>303787

There's a canon Forgotten Realms Elf that was split into her good and evil halves respectively, one was a Drow, the Other a Moon Elf or some shit.

They fuse back together into an OC Donut Steel Elf that from every issue since this, has some guy she's banging, like holy fuck, we accidentally went full retard and made the Onmi Elf slut Groun-Slaanesh-0 Elf.

>>303787

Only while in estrus, that's sort of the joke. They're completely chaste some 330 to 340 days of the year.

>>303794

>Hey, what happens if we fuse all the fucking Elves into a single elf, Drow included?

Hello baby Slaneesh!

>>303792

>>303794

>>303795

And there's the idea for the OMNIELF. This is not going to end well, is it?

>anime monsterpeople races with exclusively permashota men

I really couldn't justify it without being completely transparent about my /ss/ fetish.

>>305336

The issue with that is dosing enough water of the Styx so that the victim will forget just enough. RAW this is an even bigger clusterfuck given that for 3.5e alone there's like three different interpretations of how this works.

But if the dragon just got out of the water and dries up for a bit the moisture on its body might do the trick. Unless it's a female dragon and it somehow willfully sucked some of the water into her vagina (through superior dragon biology) and splashes it onto your dick once she's done with you.

Why are people so opposed to magical realm shit? Everyone always seems to express wanting to be mature but when it comes to anything remotely sexual in nature, the line has been crossed. Kissing? Freak. Wanting your pc to have a spouse? Weird. Trying to use the built in charm/sex appeal/whatever skill? Degenerate. Trying to play the sexy femme fatale character to spice up the party? Weirdo.

I just want to run something where it's all lewd in nature and since we all play online already, we don't have to awkwardly look at each other as the elves fuck everything. Fuck I would find out everyone's fetishs and cater to everyone's fetishs so it would be something for everyone to enjoy.

>>305410

(cont'd)

Not all Nutrices choose to play the role of a wetnurse. Though the latter role is perhaps the easiest and least suspicious way for them to build up influence over others, some rely on more risky methods. One tale, for instance, tells of a nutrice who posed as the owner of a small village tavern and spiked the drinks served in her establishment with minuscule quantities of her milk. This naturally watered down the addictive effect of the substance, but over the years, the cumulative impact of each beer and cup of mead had made the tavern wench so dear to the locals that a group of adventurers who sought to banish the demon promptly found the better part of the village attempting to lynch them.

The perhaps most disturbing case of a Nutrice bringing ruin to her environment took place in what used to be the Abbey of the Goddess' Tears; an isolated convent whose nuns spent their waking hours reflecting on and praising Mysova for the suffering she as a mother goddess endures as she watches over the mortal race. Disguising herself as young woman seeking refuge from the outside world after being subjected to depraved acts by a group of bandits, the Nutrice managed to invoke enough pity in the convent's abbess to let the latter see beyond the uncanny feeling that the demon naturally produced in her. From there on, the Nutrice corrupted the entire Abby, one nun at a time: The first one, a recently introduced novice herself, fell to sexual seduction from the demon. Other nuns had milk from the Nutrice's breast dropped upon their lips as they lay asleep, and yet others unknowingly consumed it once the demon emptied her bosom into the Abbey's well; its only supply of freshwater. The last nuns, whose strong will and faith had still protected them from the power of the Nutrice, eventually were forced against the fiend's teats by their own fallen sisters.

Following worrying reports from peddlers who irregularly visited the abbey to trade their goods against the vegetables grow there, the church of Mysova assembled a small warhost of clerics and noble knights to investigate the matter. Upon arrival, the group found the convent in a horrifying state of heresy and sexual perversion: Seated on a throne in the center of the abbey's cloister sat the Nutrice, a stark-naked sister caked in mud and blood hanging at each of her nipples. Other fallen nuns were found summoning demons to partake in orgiastic sins with them, or had dropped to their knees to be mounted by black goats and other unholy animals. Their hearts filled with righteous fury at such a sight, the ecclesiastical warhost attacked the Nutrice with sword, fire, and faith; and while many fell to the scores of demons summoned by her shrieking nun-slaves, the vile defiler met its demise that day. Alas, the once sanctified abbey had been defaced beyond repair, and after locking the surviving nuns inside and setting fire to the complex, the faithful of Mysova later returned with a larger group to raze the ruins to the ground. It is said that, even today, the site where the abbey once stood is tainted, and that no pregnant woman must come near it lest their unborn child turns into a spawn of the devil.

>>305405

You're exaggerating. Players normally only enter a magical realm when the DM or another player forces their fetish onto them, particularly when said fetish makes absolutely no sense in the context of the sitting and only are introduced so that the resident whizzard can jerk one off under the table. Players do, from my impression, generally not get overly uncomfortable because of more mundane stuff like kissing or, god forbid, sex in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation, but minutely detailing how "the moist walls of the Elve's vagina tighten as your manhood contracts and releases your white ikhor into her" does contribute nothing to the overall story and may be a warning sign that you're on the doorstep of a magical realm.

>>305405

The issue comes in two parts. One is the the fetish itself that is too powerful for other people. Low-tier fetishes like buxom barmaids and slutty elves are something that most people can deal with, but when you start doing things like extreme body modification, beastiality (of the sex with non-sapients kind, so dragon fucking doesn't count), scat, vore and so on people will be put off.

Then there's the issue of people hogging the spotlight with their fetishes, overindulging to the point that they are That Guy. People are quick to judge such behaviour, considering it to be pathetic or sad. Sometimes this really is the case based on how severe the behaviour is, but sometimes this is just a reaction from the more prudish players. Sometimes this hits too close to home for other players who have a bunch of issues regarding sex and women, or just suffer from crippling loneliness.

>>305414

The group of people I play with are insanely prude, I can't do anything remotely affectionate towards NPC's of the opposite sex without getting shut down. Its really fucking weird and its really annoying. Maybe I just need to find a new group

>>305482

Or maybe they simply don't want to see you slobber over an NPc as it does not relate to game at hand?

I am currently fucking stuck waiting for a couple of characters to catch up time-wise with the rest because they are stuck in some teen drama bullshit of GM's making, who insisted on doing a super-realistic play from the day of birth until our adulthood when we get our actual sheets, with stuff generated based on our childhoods. Fucking stupid.

>>305405

People probably associate that shit with typefucking, especially if you're playing it online. If you play online a lot, you've probably had some experience with shit going magical realm and it's really awkward if you're not prepared for it. Also what >>305567 said: It can overtake the campaign and make shit more retarded than it needs to be.

>>305639

By all means, please continue.

An Explorer's Guide to the Uncommon Races

Chapter 3: Gnolls

Gnolls are a race of nomadic bestial humanoids resembling hyenas. This resemblance carries with it some unique characteristics, especially concerning their females; for example, they are among few races whose "fairer sex" are significantly larger and more aggressive than their males. This, combined with certain other anatomical features we shall cover presently, has often given observers difficulty in differentiating gnoll sexes. However, after over a year with a gnoll tribe in the Ashfall Plains, I have collected the most extensive possible treatise on their physiology, relationships, culture, and other unique features, to aid the reader in assimilation among groups of gnolls.

This may seem like a needless task, given their relative lack of importance as power players in the world. But they are becoming more common, and their relative newness to the world stage gives the neophyte an excellent opportunity; few other humanoids are fully knowledgeable about their habits and culture, affording the mimic license for more mistakes. Keep this in mind when you are sent on your own assignments; the most common race in an area may not always be the most advantageous to become.

Physiology

A typical gnoll pack leader - almost exclusively a female position - would stand at roughly the height of a tall human man, were it not for the species' habitual hunching posture. A male, by comparison, would have his eyes level with that of an elven woman. They are broad-shouldered, and have thick, powerful necks, culminating in a fearsome jaw quite capable of shearing through bone.

Their facial structure is pointed, with a long, flat skull and narrow chin. The ears, sat high on the head, also come to sharp points. Their mouths betray their carnivorous heritage, full of sharp teeth, with wide, flat tongues. They have a habit of panting with mouths open when excited, and are a particularly vocal species; I was kept up half the night by their whooping during my early days among the tribe, and their constant chatter can wear on a soul.

Anyone who has seen a gnoll also knows of one more unusual feature, closely related to that preference of locomotion; they have retrograde legs. This, combined with their long forearms, tough hands, and an odd structure to their neck joints that keeps their skull quite comfortable when parallel to the spine, allows them to travel quite comfortably on all fours. This is the preferred form of locomotion when on the hunt, as it gives them the capacity for large bursts of speed when catching up to prey.

Finally, their hair (some of my colleagues insist on the term 'fur' but by that logic even humans would be classified as a furred species) covers their entire bodies, much like humans or halflings, excusing their palms and soles. It is usually somewhat thicker than a human's bodily hair, but not so much that one would immediately pick it out as an animal's fur. The exception, of course, is their 'head' and pubic hair, the latter of which is connected to the rather thicker patch of 'fur' on their short tails, and the former extends in a diamond shape across both shoulders and tapering down to a point usually around the middle of the back. This hair is quite short, no more than a few inches high, except for a 'crest' that forms at the top of the scalp, which is of darker coloration than the rest of the hair.

They are strongly carnivorous, usually only eating simple herbs as basic medicines or flavorings. If one plans on hosting a gnoll as a guest, it is important to keep in mind that many common fruits enjoyed by the civilized races, such as grapes, are in fact harmful/poisonous to them. Please refer to Appendix B for a partial listing of such items, as usual.

Gnolls possess the normal range of senses, but are somewhat hampered in their ability to see at long distance, similar to gnomes. They do, on the other hand, have extremely perceptive noses, and are quite able to distinguish very faint scents. Despite this, they do not seem to be overly concerned or distraught at strong negative smells; they will eat with great relish meat that nearly turned my stomach, and are not overly concerned with bathing.

>>306106

Courtship

Gnoll courtship in general revolves less on appearance (one would assume that their bestial visage would turn even members of their own species off, but I've seen humanoids attracted to all types), and more on pragmatic concerns. Even in their intimate moments, gnolls rarely cuddle or compliment one another - indeed, given the habits ingrained by their culture, such behavior would be seen as odd indeed. One's worth as a mate is instead measured by status within the pack and one's practical abilities. Females within the pack are rated for their ability to provide food, their ability to protect the male deciding from the appetites of other females, and for their ability to rear young. The desirability for males is most heavily influenced by their ability to keep up with a female's sexual appetite, and their ability to provide the physical necessities that most females consider beneath their attention; weapon-crafting, cooking, creation of apparel, and so on. I also noted that a male that had recently mated with another female was very highly prized for a sexual engagement - I suspect the release of marker pheromones to be the cause of this - but not particularly favored for long-term courtship and its social obligations.

Due to their matriarchal nature, a child's sire is not considered an especially important detail. This, in combination with their highly unequal libidoes, means that gnolls lack a typical pair bonding structure. A male is free to mate with any female, and females usually have their pick of males. The only time a conflict will typically occur is during the mating season, during which the females' sexual drive is highly charged and they become extremely possessive of all males around them. This can result in aggression towards females that mate with one's chosen males. The tribe I was staying with actually practised isolation during these times; the females would den as far as a kilometer from one another, minimizing potential male-stealing. The males, for their part, are not really considered capable of denying another female's advances, and no ire was raised against them for mating with another.

Courtship begins in earnest roughly a month before the mating period, as females begin their ovulation. Males demonstrate their desirability through various means, both practical and artistic. For examples of this, see the Culture section. When one catches the eye of a female, she will offer a portion of meat to him personally, rather than submitting it to the communal food stockpile. She will likely submit food to several males, and each male usually receives food from multiple females. During evening gatherings, males will observe rather than take part in the customary mockery circle. The females take center role here, jeering and putting down one another mercilessly. One would almost think they hated one another, but I am assured that no hard feelings are kept. The cleverest and most level-headed of them are highly favored for mating; those that lose their temper at the japes are unlikely to find a mate, particularly if they react physically.

The conclusion of the courtship is an informal process; once the male has made his decision, he simply appears at the female's tent and consummates the arrangement. I could not observe any physical token exchange, but soon realized that scent marks the individual more surely and personally to the gnolls than a flower or ring would.

As I said, the idea of "marriage" is foreign to gnolls, but a successful courtship does carry some social obligations; the female is expected to provide a favorable amount of food for her chosen mates, and to guard them against predation from both physical threats and the appetites of other females, should that become an issue. In return, the male is expected to provide his partner first pick of whatever work he provides to the tribe, and care for her physical needs as and when the need arises. Polyandry is the norm, due to the higher fatality rate of female golls in both childbirth and hunting.

>>306107

Mating

Now, we must turn to the salacious topic of the gnoll sexual organs. There have, of course, been many rumors circling about said features; a common myth in the previous century, before gnolls began migrating to cities and other civilized places in greater numbers, was that the species was entirely hermaphroditic. This is not the case, as I can attest.

The males have a typical setup; I trust that anyone reading this work is familiar with said biology. The females, however, take after the males much more so than they do females of other species. To wit, they have massively enlarged clitori, fully capable of erection. In fact, said organ is often wider than the male equivalent in their species, and would likely do an orc proud. Their breasts also take after the masculine form; one must surmise that, as the more sexually aggressive sex, they never acquired the need for large bosoms to entice males, and in any case such a feature would have hampered them in their primary activity; hunting.

After ingratiating myself with the pack leader of the tribe (a process greatly helped by a small misunderstanding concerning the gifts I had brought, which apparently indicated that I was highly interested in pursuing her as a mate), I was allowed to observe her mating with her favorite male. I suspect that this would not have been allowed had she not been in heat at the time, and suggestible to a wide manner of requests. The process is somewhat more involved than most mammals fairly simple in-and-out procedure. Both parties must first achieve erection; then, the male docks his penis into the clitoris, slowly (and with great apparent pleasure on the female's part, going by her vocalizations) pushing the entire member into her body. The motion is somewhat like pushing a shirt's sleeve in with one's arm, and then rhythmically pumping it inside the shirt.

I noticed that the female gnoll achieved orgasm remarkably quickly, each time accompanied by an odd quivering motion in the hips. I also found it to be an extremely loud experience; both parties seemed unable to control their yelping as they came to climax. In short order they were done, and the male left for his own bed. The female, however, seemed to still be in a state of some excitement, and was ready to call in a second male for the night.

When I suggested alternate means to ease her desire, my hostess was confused; apparently there is no widespread practice of oral or manual intercourse. A moment's contemplation should reveal why; the toothy maws and rough, stubby hands of gnolls are ill-suited to the task. However, we quickly learned that the gnoll clitoris was indeed sensitive enough to such stimulation as to bring the individual to (many, many) orgasms. It was here that I discovered the source of the marker pheromones; they appear to be dispersed from the end of the clitoris during orgasm. I leave the image of what that looked like to the imagination of the reader.

Though my host was appreciative of my efforts, she did indicate that taking a penetrative role felt extremely submissive, and as alpha, she found it uncomfortable. Luckily, I had chosen a slimly-built elven form for this engagement, and was able to substitute my forearm for the normal organ, which pleased her greatly. So pleased was she, in fact, that the following day she bragged of my abilities to the rest of the pack, leading to a series of rather frenzied demonstrations in the days that followed. I strongly suspect that she took the opportunity to partake of the males while her packmates were distracted.

I was, in fact, quite favorably treated by the males afterwards, as I had significantly eased their burden during the mating.

Gnolls only breed true with other gnolls, as far as the history I have uncovered has shown. Female gnolls seem wholly incapable of producing viable offspring with other races, while males can made with particularly fertile host women (notably, humans and dragons, but the latter is extremely rare); the offspring of such mating commonly display muted gnollish traits, such as a naturally occuring 'crest' of hair, enlarged canine teeth, increased hirsuteness, or a distaste for vegetal food. Famously, the Countess Aguilla de Barra, also known as the She-Wolf of Auberdine, was rumored to be the bastard offspring of a gnoll and the Countess Cyria de Barra. Hence the appellation afforded her by her enemies, the Bitch of Barra.

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>>306108

Gnoll women are magical realm incarnate.

The old thread's almost fallen off of the board, but the file I saved the stuff in on my PC shat itself and it's lost. Does anyone have an archive or something? Thread's at >>290196 if it's still up.

>>308024

Did some Succubus suck out your eye balls?

>>308030

No, I've got some infection of my stomach lining, meaning that I barely keep enough food in. This is not very good for my productivity.

>>308035

Better whip up your magnum opus, whilst on deaths door. Also, second post in this thread for the archive.

Monsters have varying levels of rarity. Some of them like kobolds and goblins exist in large numbers, while things like dragons and other such creatures are rather rare. A very small number of monsters are utterly unique to this world. One of these creatures is the fabled Ophiotaurus. She is a creature with divine ancestry, a large, powerful woman with the lower body of a snake and the upper body of a minotaur. She possesses the strength of the gods: with a single focused flick of her tail she can take a chunk out of a castle wall and can best even the most powerful of giants. Her muscle can stop blade and arrow alike, yet she has pleasant curves. According to legend only an adamantine axe swung with the strength of a titan can slay her, with all other weapons used against her falling short and will see their wielders slain.

Ophiotaurus is better known for another legend: he who slays her and sacrifices her entrails in fire will obtain the power to challenge the gods themselves. This has made her a valuable target for mortals and gods alike. Some gods seek to control her to keep her safe and through it themselves, while others want to use her against their enemies. Because of this she's been constantly kidnapped and locked away, only for others to rescue her from her prison. Ophiotaurus has gotten sick of this and as such is constantly on the move to avoid being captured yet again. She's not defenseless though: only the greatest of heroes have a chance at subduing her, and once such a hero surfaces forces move to keep them away from Ophiotaurus. On top of that her immense strength allows her to defend herself quite effectively. She also has one secret weapon that few people know about: those who have suckled from her sizable breasts are compelled to speak the truth whenever Ophiotaurus talks to them, unable to use deceit or half-truths in any way. This makes it easy for her to root out those with less than wholesome plans for her, and she deals with such people harshly. The same goes whose main plot is to be fed her milk this way because of selfish desire.

A matter of dispute regarding Ophiotaurus is the legend surrounding her entrails. While this is the most commonly accepted translations there exist versions that are a bit different. These use the term "burning of the entrails" which in this case is synonymous for "ejaculating inside of", and the way her death is described in these translations makes it synonymous to her receiving great sexual pleasure. As such, in this context she doesn't have to be killed and sacrificed in order to gain power: it merely requires making gentle and wholesome love to her. Given her size this can be very difficult for a mortal, and it requires someone of great size (or a more limited size but with great bravery) to bring her pleasure this way. In a controversial interpretation of this version the "power to challenge the gods" boils down to mere bragging rights because you fucked the Ophiotaurus that they for so long tried to use for their own purposes. The few surviving scholars who tracked her down to ask which one is the correct version got slapped around rather fiercely.

As for Ophiotaurus herself, her fierce and no-nonsense personality is naught but a facade to hide how terribly lonely she is. Over the course of centuries Ophiotaurus has time and time again trusted someone, only for her to be betrayed or to discover that she was being lied to. This has given her spectacular trust issues and will fly off the handle at the merest sight of betrayal, but this is all because she's sick of being hurt. Her deepest desire is to find love, find someone who likes her for who she is without trying to use her for their own gain. Ophiotaurus knows that if she were to find such love this person would be a major target for anyone who wants to get to her, using her lover as leverage or offer her their freedom in exchange for her imprisonment. This means that only someone whose power rivals hers could be a fitting mate, but those beings are few and far between without having an agenda of their own. So the legend of Ophiotaurus continues on, her body strong but her heart empty.

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>>308856

Eldritch/Hivemind

Trying to bring order to the material plane, everything from direct control over every individual possible, through to rearranging the landscape through mass labour, the hivemind has to find some use for those it doesn't consider fit for breeding, and those mountains are so disgustingly irregular.

As for those chosen to serve as breeding stock, well, their life is either fantastical or horrific depending on how you look at it, the eldritch abomination using its arcane power to enhance their performance and fertility, with a few of the higher quality individuals absorbed directly into the growing and perfectly ordered body of the abomination.

Eventually the material plane would be perfectly ordered (an ideal flat plane, the spherical earth was unfortunately designed after all, and with the added power each magically able mind consumed by the abomination the laws of physics aren't much more than minor annoyances to it by that stage. At that point you'd have the choice to pick another plane to invade and 'organise', or see if Spelljammer was actually canon and try to find other planets on the material plane.

>>308856

They're all vastly different. There's a traditional version, an RTS-esque thing with the hivemind and lewd Shin Megami Tensei. Also you need to clarify exactly what you're saying with those options because they're ambiguous as fuck.

>>308669

I really love this. I wish I could come along and treat big titty snake babe right.

(polite sage for not being a writefag)

Okay it's getting worse to the point where I'm posting stories in the wrong thread. So let's try that again: here's a story that I wrote last year but I thought I lost when my laptop messed up, except it wasn't lost.

How did it all happen so fast? It all seemed so unreal for prince Tiron, paladin of the order of the Lady of Grace. One moment he and his companions were traveling through a forest, the next they were jumped by a horde of orcs, subdued and captured. Dragged before their chieftain they were accused of invading their ancestral lands, punishable by lifelong slavery. Given how the rumors regarding orc slaves went and the chieftain's disregard of repercussions from the prince's father Tiron saw only one way out: he shouted the ancient challenge of a tribal honor duel at the chieftain. The orc was not amused, but because of the claim of the tribe's shamans that the challenge was valid despite Tiron not being an orc, the chieftain could not do anything but accept.

The paladin and his companions were brought to the ritual dueling pit, where he was stripped of all armor aside from his greaves and sabatons, given only his sword to defend himself with. Meanwhile his companions, a colorful gathering of a dwarven cleric, an elven wizard, a halfling rogue and a gnomish bard, had been lead into the stands and had to watch their friend fight for their lives. Expecting a massive brute of an orc to be chosen by the tribe as their champion, Tiron was surprised that his opponent was a woman: Krusha, the daughter of the chieftain. Despite being more than a head taller than him, her arms being about as thick as Tiron's thighs and her thighs in turn being about the width of his waist, there was something primal and attractive about the woman. The chieftain announced to Tiron that no less than seventeen times orcs of both within the tribe and without had challenged Krusha to the ancient courtship duel that would force her to marry whoever managed to defeat her. All challengers were dead now.

As the duel began the paladin quickly discovered why this was the case: her strength, speed and tactical prowess were beyond what he had ever seen in an opponent. She was quite the match for him; all the minor blows he managed to land on her did not slow her down in the slightest, as opposed to her blows doing far more damage on him. He felt that his paladin powers were being blocked, the dueling pit enchanted by the orcs so any fights within could be nothing more than a battle of martial prowess. Tiron had to call upon all his training, finesse and martial prowess to survive the onslaught of this feminine mountain of green muscle.

The duel had been going on for a while now, and neither of them had managed to land decisive blows upon one another thus far. Tiron was covered in bruises and minor cuts from Krusha's short sword, while his own longsword had covered the orc's chest and arms into a minor waterfall of blood. The prince felt his strength fading however, and knew that the next opening that either of them showed would be a decisive one. Tiron found his first. His blade darted forward and thrust into Krusha's arm. She howled in pain and dropped her weapon. Before he could go in for the kill though the orc pushed his blade aside, stepped forward and punched Tiron in the face with her good arm. Momentarily dazing him Krusha managed to disarm the human and grabbed him by the throat. Lifting him off the ground with one hand she shouted in triumph, a call met by shouts of approval and a desire for human blood coming from the audience. The grip on his throat began to cut off air to his head, and he did not doubt Krusha's ability to crush his throat with her bare hand. With all his other options taken Tiron pulled his leg back and kicked forward. A collective wince came from the audience as he kicked again; two, three, four times. A high-pitched yelp came from the stands followed by the thunk of an elf hitting his head against wood after fainting. Tiron registered what he had been doing as Krusha, with tears in her eyes, sank to her knees. His armored legs had been viciously kicking the orc in the groin.

>>309530

The prince wasted no time and went for his sword. Standing behind her at an angle that Krusha could not grab him with her good arm, he pulled her hair back and put the blade on her throat. The chieftain called out in approval and urged Tiron to finish the duel. Glancing down at the woman he saw her look back at him. Her eyes were teary and tired, but he saw another thing. Fear. The chieftain shouted that if he did not finish her off his hesitation would be seen as a surrender and he would be killed. Tiron mulled this over, looked at the chieftain and the fearful Krusha, then made a decision. In passable orcish he proclaimed himself the winner of a courtship duel, meaning that by the ancient laws he claimed her as his wife. The stands were silent for a few moments before erupting into shouts of approval, disapproval, congratulations, threats and insults over perceived mockery of the ancient ways. The shamans had a brief argument, but concluded that combining a honor duel with a courtship duel was possible given the circumstances.

Tiron let go of Krusha and lowered his weapon. He helped her up and walked her out of the gate to the arena. Once outside he could feel his link to the Lady of Grace return, and with a prayer he healed the major wound on Krusha's arm. She pulled herself out of his grasp and walked off, trying her best to walk normally despite the beating her groin took. The orcs began to make preparations for a wedding, and by sunset Prince Tiron and Krusha were married. A feast was held (largely with meat) and Tiron companions managed to mix into the crowd of orcs surprisingly well. The elven wizard Aramil had to turn down the advances of a number of male orcs who mistook him for an elven woman. When this was cleared up though he began to receive advances from female orcs, much to his dismay. The gnome Gimble meanwhile tried his best to woo orcish women with his silver tongue and nimble fingers by singing and playing music, but when he tried to woo them with his silver tongue and nimble fingers in another way he got turned down. Tiron noted that his new wife had been rather quiet, and had only spoken to him when the rituals of marriage required it of her. Eventually when the celebrations began to die down (because most guests had drunk themselves into a stupor) the shamans brought the newlyweds to a tent, where Tiron suspected they had to consummate their marriage.

They sat down on a bed (more of a two-person bedroll on straw). Krusha looked at the prince. "After tonight I will travel with you. Where will we go, husband?" she asked in some pretty good Common. He turned to face her, the coldness of his silver holy symbol on his chest a reminder of his oaths. "You can go your own way. Killing a helpless opponent is not the way of the paladin, and this way I have saved your life. Live it as you see fit. For what it is worth, I am sorry that I took you from your people like this." she shrugged. "I would not have seen them again if you had killed me. But no. I am your wife now and I will follow you to whatever battle you go to." Tiron put a hand on his holy symbol. "I cannot ask that of you. A forceful marriage like what I thrust upon you is like slavery, and…" he lost his train of thought when Krusha began to undress in front of him. Up close without her trying to murder him she looked quite attractive: a perfect mix of a feminine shape, pleasant curves and powerful muscle. Her face was fierce, almost predatory but still strangely pretty.

Krusha saw his look and smiled a bit. "We are to consummate our marriage, husband." she told him. "Perhaps you have felt the effects of the stallion root taking in yet? After a long day of eating, drinking and fighting a number of men would be too tired or drunk to perform. So a bit of stallion root is mixed into your drink to help you salute your wife." she was now naked above the waist. Tiron deduced what the new terms meant and thought a moment. "Well, I call upon the goddess to purify my body when I get too much alcohol in me so that I do not do something stupid. Turns out that it cleansed me of the stallion root as well, so it's not helping me, uh, salute you. Not that I need help with that." Krusha laughed. "Men and their uncertainties." she began to undo her clothing below the waist. "Why did you heal my arm? I would have born its scar proudly." Tiron made a face. He saw the marks on her arms and chest: the wounds he gave her had been cleaned but had not closed yet. "Because I hurt you." he leaned forward. "And a man who hurts his wife has no honor amongst humans." He began to lightly tap Krusha's skin near the wounds, paired with brief incantations. With a tingle of her skin Krusha felt the wounds close, leaving no star. She gave a short disapproving snort, but did not stop him as he healed all her minor wounds.

>>309531

"Hah. Next thing you're going to tell me that you humans are too dainty to make love to your wives." she told him. Tossing her clothes aside she began to undress her husband, leaving Tiron shirtless. "No scars, no marks, not even ruddy skin." she told him, rubbing his chest with one of her large hands. "I am a prince. Even with my chosen life I was raised in luxury." Krusha pulled him closer. "More like raised in softness and weakness." she told him and pulled down his pants. "Aside from that part it seems." the orc added with a smirk. Tiron stepped out of his pants. Both he and Krusha were now naked, but Tiron was still wearing his holy symbol. "I see a beautiful woman get naked in front of me. How else would you have me react?" he told her. "But I freed you, I am not making you a slave to me or my member. I cannot force you to have sex with me." she frowned and leaned back. "According to the traditions a man who cannot satisfy his wife on their wedding night has his marriage annulled and is put to death by his wife." she told him flatly. Tiron paused for a moment. "Is that so?" Krusha nodded. "That is so." she told him and spread her legs. "Well, if that is-by the Lady!" he gasped as his wife revealed herself to him. Her groin was completely bruised, her skin being black and blue under the normal green of her skin.

"I did not know I kicked you that hard. Doesn't that hurt?!" he looked at her worried. Krusha smiled proudly. "It is one of the most painful feelings I had in my life, but I did not show it once." Tiron looked at her body. All the minor cuts had been healed, but for this he need a bit more. "I'm not going to have sex with you like that, it will hurt even more." the paladin spoke and started an incantation. The orc frowned. "If it's not worth doing while in pain it's not worth doing at all. I can take it, just come into my embrace and-" Tiron laid his hand on the bruised part of her genitalia. Healing magic began to flow into her, lightening the pain and returning her back to her healthy green color. The paladin had overseen something though. In his training he had been taught that healing magic creating short, localized pleasurable sensations to aid in the healing process. In certain painful injuries this effect was enhanced to give the patient relief.

In Krusha's case however this pleasurable sensation coursed through her genitalia, giving her a monster of an orgasm. Her spine curved backwards, her hands dug into the sleeping mat and her rear came off the ground, resting on her feet and shoulders as the most intense wave of pleasure she ever had coursed through her body, screaming in pleasure all the while. She eventually fell back down again, panting heavily as she tried to regain her composure. Tiron had been in trance while healing, only now realized what he had done. "Oh. Uh… didn't expect that to happen." he looked at his wife. "Krusha, are you-ugh!" she reached for him with one arm and put it around his neck, pulling him close as she was trying to catch her breath. "Aah… oh… oh yes…" it was still beyond her ability to form a coherent sentence. "Unintended side effect, must've been the magic-" he tried to explain, but was cut short when Krusha began to kiss him deeply. The tusks were a bit of a bother at first, but he quickly figured out how to navigate them.

After giving her some rest Krusha looked at her husband. "That… was good." she panted a bit. He smiled meekly. "Well, that's how healing magic works." she grabbed onto his shoulder. "Are you sure that healed me completely? You might want to look closely." she pushed him down. Tiron cooperated, eventually putting him in front of the spot he had healed. "Looks completely normal now, the coloring is gone and the flesh looks less-" Krusha pushed his head closer to her. "How about you do something useful with that tongue for once?" she smirked. Tiron frowned a bit but began to do what she asked of him, using a mix of his tongue and fingers to pleasure her, leading up to her second orgasm. It was not as powerful as her first, but it still made her body contract from the sheer pleasure and made her cry out shamelessly. He raised himself up a bit, panting from the exercise. "Was it… ah… that exhausting?" Krusha asked teasingly. "The licking? No… but keeping your thighs from crushing my head was." Tiron explained, squeezing his wife's thick leg muscles.

>>309532

Krusha grabbed him by the arms and pulled him in, landing the prince on top of her. "You are quite skilled, my husband." the orc complimented him. "Seems that you have had some practice?" He nodded. "As a prince I receive certain… training to ward myself against the wiles of ambitious nobles and their unscrupulous daughters. Part to defend myself from being seduced, part to properly pleasure them." she ran a hand through his hair. "If one of these women approaches you, you can just ask me. I'll be happy to defend my husband by crushing his enemies with my bare hands." Tiron's eyes widened from the image. "Please don't. The political fallout would be a mess." Krusha pouted a bit. "I forgot that you humans are so soft and weak, not willing to just kill your enemies and get it over with." she shifted her weight a bit and felt something rub up against her. "Though it seems that my husband is not completely soft." the orc licked her lips. "He has given me pleasure twice already, I think it's time that I return the favor." she pulled the head of her husband closer, moving him up her body and misaligning their genitalia. "Unlike my husband however I am still unbloodied, and the honor goes to him to make me into a woman." her eyes glistened. "I am certain that he can do this in a pleasurable way." Tiron wiggled his way down her body, realigning them again. He looked up at Krusha and kissed one of her breasts. "So am I." he told her.

Being a paladin of the Lady of Grace comes with many advantages. The power of healing, being fearless in battle, being able to bless oneself and others with the Lady's protection, an aura of pleasantness and many other things. Though the rumors about the paladins of the Lady of Grace that went around the most were about their sexual characteristics. Women were said to have ample curves and men to be extra well-endowed, with both genders having deft hands and tongues, no gag reflex and holes that were extra smooth, lubricated and stretchy. These rumors were of course not true, much to the chagrin of people joining the faith for these reasons. What it did give however was the ability to observe someone and deduce what their likes and dislikes were, their sensitive spots and preferred actions. Tiron was not of exceptional size, yet he managed to make Krusha feel like she had never before. She in turn was more than eager to tell him when he was doing something right, urging him to keep doing what made her feel best. They tried several positions, including those that Krusha had not even considered, and before long the couple had their release. Lowering himself onto his wife the orc embrace him with arms and legs, pulling him tightly against her body.

Tiron stretched himself and kissed his wife in the neck. "Seems like we were right." he told her. Krusha replied with a powerful squeeze. "We were." she looked down at him. "You were so deep and filled me so much, it won't be long until I will give you strong children." The prince smiled a bit. "About that." he touched his holy symbol. "Those who bear the symbol of the Lady of Grace and are pure of faith will not conceive a child." Krusha thought about this. "So if you remain pure of faith we can have sex all we want without having a child." she deduced and pulled him close. "Good. I want more, husband. You awoke this need inside of me, and you will help me with it." Krusha told him. "And from the feeling of something rubbing against my body you want it too." The orc was correct: the prince was, to use her own words, saluting her rather vigorously. "The blessing of the Lady of Grace." he told her. "As long as our partner is in want, we can pleasure them. You mentioned male uncertainties earlier. This is why I do not have them." he smiled coyly. Krusha frowned. "Do you think you can outlast me, husband? You will see you are mistaken." Tiron kissed her on the lips before sliding down her body. "I know I can." he assured her.

>>309533

Three intense and loud orgasms later, Krusha had to concede the point to her husband. He was on his back, with his muscular wife cuddling up against him. She was fast asleep, but Tiron was still awake. It had been quite the day: if he had been told he'd be married by midnight he wouldn't have believed it. As the youngest prince with so many siblings he didn't have much to look forward to: his older siblings all married for politics and held important diplomatic and military positions. As the youngest he had the opportunity to do what he wanted, and so he joined the faith and went out adventuring. But now he had a wife that could easily match the royal guard back home in size and strength, the biggest and most powerful princess married into the royal family. And then it struck Tiron. Krusha was now royalty. She might've been the princess of the youngest prince, but he was still in the line of succession. If something happened to the rest of Tiron's siblings, nephews and nieces he could still inherit the throne. Orc-blooded princes were entirely a possibility, and civil war might follow if it became true. He laid straight awake as Krusha slept soundly in his embrace, the mountain of muscles covering the husband whose mind was racing to make sure he thought of every single political situation and how to handle this now that the family had someone green married into it.

The next morning Krusha stirred. She moved her arms, looking for her husband. Sleepily she opened her eyes and looked around, finding Tiron sitting close by. He was naked, his legs folded together and his back facing her. "Mmm, good morning, husband." she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Seems that you're in luck, you more than satisfied me so I am not required to kill you." no reply came. The orc sat up and touched her shoulder. "Tiron? Are you alright?" Again no reply. She moved closer and looked at his face. His eyes were closed, his lips moving without sound. His hands were cupped, holding the holy symbol of the Lady of Grace in his hands. "I see, you are in prayer." she smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He did not stop. "Very well then, I'll let you be and…" looking down Krusha noted that her husband had quite the morning wood going on. "Well look at that." she reached down. "Let's see how strong your faith is, hm?" she whispered teasingly and began to jerk him off. Tiron continued undisturbed, not even his breath faltering as his wife pleasured him. She tried several techniques to pleasure him, but none could disturb him. Eventually she did manage to bring him to orgasm, catching his seed in her hands. "Your faith is strong indeed." she muttered as she licked her hands clean. A warrior's strength went into his seed after all, and it would be an insult to let it go to waste.

Krusha stretched her body and grunted. She turned to make the bed she had her wedding night in. When she was done the orc looked down at her body. The skin between her legs was covered in the juices of herself and her husband, a testament to their lust and virility. She wanted to go wash herself when she was suddenly pushed from behind. On her knees and with her face on the bed her warrior instinct took over, only to be tempered by a familiar voice and weight. "Good morning, Krusha." Tiron said sweetly and kissed her neck. "Looks like you were quite eager for some more fun." Krusha moved around a bit. "Well I could not let you sit around like that." she defended herself, but from the feeling of something hard against her back she knew it was a poor excuse. "Perhaps. But you gave me pleasure without letting me return it. I think I should return the favor." his hands went around her powerful torso and began to massage her chest. "You do that." she grinned, spreading her legs a bit while still face down. Tiron sat upright and moved back, pressing his groin against her rear. He pleasured her to make them even, then went for another round for the fun of it. Afterwards Krusha was on her back, with him on top and the newlyweds kissing gently. The prince eventually pushed himself up a bit and looked down at his new wife. "As a member of a royal house I never expected to marry for love; I could only hope for someone nice and attractive. It seems that I have found both, and I swear to you, Krusha, that I will give it my all to make you a happy woman." he promised her. Krusha ran a powerful hand over her husband's back. "And you seem to not be a terrible husband yourself. So I see no reason to perform the ritual orc divorce and murder you in your sleep." she grinned, leaving Tiron a bit unnerved. She gave his rear a powerful squeeze. "Come on, get up and get dressed."

>>309534

The newlyweds stepped out of their tent. Quite a few orcs were hung over, with those who were not suffering too much looked at the couple: the men admiring while the women were envious. "Looks like you were a little too loud." Tiron muttered. Krusha gave him a stomp on his arm. "And whose fault was that?" she teased him. "Well, if you stay that loud I might end up needing to put a gag on you." he warned her with a smile. "Heh, I'd love to see you try." she licked her lips. Krusha had brought him to the chieftain's tent, where they had breakfast alongside her father and Tiron's companions. Between listening to Aramil complaining about the continuous attempts of orc women to get through the ward he'd set up around his tent in order to have sex with him and the noise that Krusha had made, alongside Gimble moping about not getting any real attention himself Tiron and the chieftain spoke for a bit. The chieftain was not very upset with losing his daughter to a foreign prince, and knew that without an heir of his own one of his captains would one day challenge him and take his head, something that he made peace with.

The group was given some supplies, their horses were returned and Krusha had her own gear; a chainmail shirt over a leather outfit, covered by a fur mantle. She had a bow slung over her shoulder and carried the sword she fought Tiron with alongside a club and a number of knives. Krusha said her final goodbyes and the six of them rode off, leaving the orcs behind them. The prince watched his wife a bit as they rode, and he carefully approached her by riding next to her. "Krusha, are you alright?" he asked her. She turned towards her husband. Suddenly her arm lashed out, grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him closer. She leaned out of her saddle and kissed his cheek, then pushed him back before he could fall out. "Yes, I am." she smiled. "Now then, why don't you tell me about why you five are out on the road?" Gimble laughed. "What, you didn't tell her yet? Then allow me to tell you why the Five Companions are out on the road…"

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>>308856

https://pastebin.com/qR7dsmwQ

here's better description of original options

>>309958

So the choices are:

1: Corruption of Champions

2: Lewd RPG

3: Lunar Exalted

Still going with the first one because it's more managable on a personal scale. The third and especially the second are too abstract.

>>310332

Most excellent. Looks like enough material for a whole huge 1D4chan page.

>>310348

What kind of page are you thinking about here? It's a rather large batch of text for one page, even with collapsable segments on the page.

>>310356

How about one big central page for the setting, with a bunch of marked sub-pages for each individual critter?

>>310359

Bad idea. In the document there's already 41 of them, discounting all the other stuff in here and that's still to come. Plus, there isn't much of a core "setting" to go by. Sure, I could start to write up all sorts of stuff for a true setting, but aside from something like a core kingdom with its virile king, his thick and motherly queen and their dozen kids, and the goddess of lewdness with her paladins of love, her hero-deity champion/boytoy who arose from their ranks and the Trapists (an order of monks/nuns for whom Trapist is spelled with only one P for a very good reason).

Plus, it might clash with the "no egoboos" rule that the wiki has.

>>310365

…Let's hear more about those.

>>303427

what kind of sjw trash is this

>>310368

Alright, basics of a setting it is.

It is currently 24 years into the reign of Xander I, the Prosperous. Successor of his father Charles the Pious, King Xander set out to unify his nation and make diplomatic overtures to the various nations and tribes that border the lands. He fulfilled an ancient debt to the dwarves of the Stonecrown Mountains, made a strenuous peace with the various orc clans, managed to turn a few otherwise marauding giants into more or less subjects of the kingdoms, appeased the queen of the dryads so that her kin would stop murdering so many lumberjacks, secured a don't-kill-each-other-on-sight treaty between the wood elves and desert elves, befriended a nomadic centaur clan and more. His marriage with Queen Alejandra started off as a political marriage engineered by his father, but Xander and Alejandra were quickly smitten with one another. This was helped by the fact that Xander was a very attractive man back in his youth, paired with a jovial personality and rather notable girth. Alejandra meanwhile was a very voluptuous and romantic woman who eagerly accepted her new husband inside of her. Their marriage has been fruitful indeed: the royal couple produced no less than twelve heirs, and there's no questioning their parentage. The king and queen only have eyes for one another (rumor has it they spend their entire honeymoon in the bedchambers) and they still frequently pleasure each other. Despite being past 50 years old the king has aged into a handsome and wise man, the gray in his black curls only enhancing his attractiveness. The queen meanwhile has lost nothing of her curves over the years; in fact her frequent pregnancies only enhanced them (a somewhat vulgar expression is telling a woman that she has "hips like the queen", meaning she's looking very fertile and willing). The country meanwhile is doing well, which makes the monarchy all the more popular amongst the common folk compared to the more distant Charles the Pious. The children meanwhile have done what is expected of royal princes and princesses: they married foreign and local nobility to strengthen bonds or joined the military and hold important ranks. This means that for the youngest four there's little to inherit in the way of titles, so they've taken up starting a trade company, turned to magic and other scholastic pursuits, with the youngest prince becoming a paladin of the goddess of love.

But now the goddess herself. Amori, the goddess of love, appearing as an attractive, voluptuous woman with straight red hair in a tight braid going all the way down to just above her hips wearing a white sleeveless gown going from her shoulders all the way down to just above her bare feet. The Lover, the Matchmaker, the Grand Madam, the Heavenly Whore; Amori acts as the goddess of love guiding lovers to find each other. To her it's more than just the physical love: one must be able to love their partner emotionally as well. When both are in balance one can become agape; a transcendent, unconditional love for another. Amori herself holds this love for the human species especially, for she considers them to be her favored children. Worship amongst other races happens as well, but it often takes a backseat to other kinds of worship. In return for her love Amori asks that her followers love her in this way as well: both on an emotional level (being a follower and thinking of her as one's goddess) and physically (engaging in prayer and rituals). Amori takes love very seriously and considers infidelity to be a grave sin (though a threesome (or even more) is fine if all parties consent and are aware of what's happening). When one runs into trouble when in a romantic relationship the clergy of Amori provides counseling to reignite the spark of love.

>>310568

The Grand Madam is also the patron goddess of prostitutes, with all brothels in lands where she holds sway having to be part of the faith. This ensures favorable and clean working conditions for the prostitutes/clerics, as well as protection from rowdy customers and a decent pay. If one knows where to ask these clerics will be able to provide more "esoteric" services (as in: fetishes) for an increased fee. These will never be too extreme for they have to be acts of devotion. Yes, to the whore-priests sex is a religions act: through intercourse with them one has intercourse with the goddess, bringing one closer to her. As such there's several jokes on how Amori has pleasured more men than any other creature in reality. While female clerics are the most common at this level, there are a number of male ones who see to the needs to female and male (or both) faithful. The actual sex is always prefaced by a short religious ritual to say grace to Amori. While this is something of a boner killer for those who want to get off right away, for some it's the most exciting part of the whole thing. The downside of this all that in many places the only legal prostitution can take place under the mantle of the clergy of the Grand Madam. All other forms, including the cases of the "self-employed", are thereby forbidden by law. While most of the time neither the clergy nor the local authorities try too hard to root out such heresy, when these unsanctioned sex workers either become significant business rivals or if the conditions are absolutely abysmal there will be crackdowns at the insisting of the church. And if local authorities don't cooperate the local brothels will all shut down, with its workers being tasked with rooting out the heresy themselves. So in short, the church of Amori has the prostitution business by the balls.

Of course, not all members of the church are prostitutes. Some take up a more monastic life to study the nature of love of all kinds. The members of these convent are known as the Trapists and are divided by gender. It is customary for members of both groups to dress as the opposing gender and presenting themselves as such. This means all the nuns are traps and the monks are reverse traps. As part of the vows sworn as a Trapist one becomes more masculine or feminine, depending on if one's a monk or a nun. The Trapists are known for the beers that they brew which are sold to pay the bills; it is a strong but sweet and also a bit salty kind of beer collectively known as Amori's Kisses. Surprisingly being a Trapist includes a celibate lifestyle, yet as to be expected it is a bit more sexual. Trapists believe that in the moment before orgasm one finds the ultimate clarity and truth in live, and will often edge themselves for a few hours as part of their meditations and prayers. The juices that one produces during such sessions are individually caught and ritually presented to an idol of the goddess. The best-known Trapist is the great Saint Onan. He lived three centuries ago and spent more time in prayer than any of his fellow nuns. According to legend he edged himself for no less than 100 hours, after which he was visited by the goddess herself. She gave him such a release that he ascended into heaven, at the cost of his life. His fellow nuns found his body, which was frozen stiff with his hands still on his dick. Since they couldn't change him from this position he was interred like he was found, in this position of devotion. Many pilgrims visit the grave in the crypt of his convent, with a few having claimed to hear the sounds of his continued devotion coming from inside the tomb.

>>310569

While the church does not have a standing army or militia, it does have its defenders in arms in the form of the Paladins of the Rose. These are traveling warriors trained in combat using the spiked staff; a rather simple weapon consisting of a metal spike fastened to a wooden shaft with a reinforced end so that it can also function like a club. All of these weapons granted to the paladins are enchanted in such a way that they can alter size: this can go from little more than the size of a thrusting dagger to a short stabbing weapon, a longer club, a two-handed weapon to a full-on polearm. While the church does this for practical purposes, some people have pointed out that these paladins swing around a club that they can make grow longer is fitting imagery for the chosen of the Heavenly Whore. As befitting all paladins the Paladins of the Rose also learn the magics that come with the job. The Paladins of the Rose travel the world to spread the good word of Amori and perform good deeds wherever they come. They provide council on the matters of love, can instruct in the physical ways of love and keep an eye out for corruption and perversion. Another job of theirs is to deal with monsters that plague civilization, as long as it's within their skill range of course. The issue is that they're sometimes seen as a disruptive presence by certain more conservative groups. This comes with their reputation of being total whores. While it's true that sometimes the Paladins of the Rose prostitute themselves to make some cash for the road their skilled services don't come cheap and there's not a lot of regular folk who can afford the services of a paladin on the road. Another reason is the rumors that these paladins frequently placate monsters by fucking them into submission. This is not entirely true: while it certainly happens it is not a constant in their lives. And while Amori approves of sexual liaisons between different species it's not the first solution that paladins go to.

The last 100 years or so saw the rise of the worship of a subordinate of hers: the hero-deity known as Gülich the Fruitful, Grandmaster of the Paladins of the Rose. He is her champion and personal attendant, a deity of human origins. Since his ascension he's held the title of Grandmaster, advising his order once every year on the anniversary of his ascension in a ceremony. According to the records he was a Paladin of the Rose some 140 years ago. His exploits have been assembled by a number of paladins tracing his steps, telling the tale of a paladin who constantly fell into difficult, dangerous or otherwise tricky situations, all of which he ended up solving with his dick. From being captured by goblins, an ettercap, orcs and an oni to rescuing a village girl from a possession by a succubus, a centauress being wrongly accused of a murder perpetrated by a unicorn, a bunch of lizardfolk from a swamp monster, a dragon from being menaced by the nobleman's daughter she kidnapped, a satyress from being murdered by a unicorn, but also seducing a werewolf, a dryad, a lusty middle-aged halfling, a kobold desperately looking for a breeding partner, a lonely giant, a gruff tiefling, a golem, an entire haunting of ghosts, a male/female couple of elves and many, MANY more. Some of these stories are rather exaggerated: while the stories claim that Gülich slept with at least a dozen and a half lizardwomen the tribe itself put the number closer to eight. Quite a few of these unions resulted in a pregnancy, leaving behind a lot of half-whatever children whose father is now a deity (but they themselves don't have much power of their own). According to the tales his heart was pure and his flesh was strong to the point where Amori herself took interest into Gülich; she took him as her own and made him her favored, elevating him to a hero-deity. He is now the protector of the Paladins of the Rose and half-breeds, and covers the portfolio of love between different species.

>>310570

In truth however the situation is a bit different. While Gülich did indeed have sex with more creatures walking the world than almost any other mortal has and Amori did appear in front of him, what happened next is different. As it turned out Amori had engineered all the situations he was in or encountered just so that he would have interspecies sex while she watched him and pleasured himself. Having put him and many other people in very dangerous situations (she did not engineer anyone's deaths though) infuriated Gülich and caused him to rant at this manifestation of the goddess on the world. He called her just about any horrible thing he could think of and was all but ready to denounce his faith… when he realized that Amori was turned on. He had discovered her most secret fetish: being belittled and degraded by someone weaker than herself. This caused Gülich to just about force himself onto her but she welcomed him instead, resulting in two days of nonstop hatefucking. He treated his goddess roughly: he slapped and spanked her, pulled her hair, tied her up while using her, used every one of her holes as hard as he could, rubbed himself between her tits and asscheeks, chocked her and pinched her most sensitive spots; all the while berating her while doing these things to get the aggression out of him. When he was finally done with her and his body gave out he saw his goddess covered in semen, lying in front of him exhausted but satisfied like she had never been, Gülich ascended. Nobody, not even him or Amori, know exactly how or why this happened, but when it was over Gülich had become a hero-deity. Was it through the sheer force of sex? Did she give him this power unknowingly? Did he live up to her portfolio in such a way that he ascended? It remains unknown to this day. Gülich still dedicated himself to his goddess and serves as her noble champion, but still occasionally bends her over and fucks her from behind while pulling her braid and calling her easier than even the loosest cock-slurping tavern wench.

Say, anyone ever use Slaaneshi daemons for magical realm stuff in a game?

I did, once.

Well, it's been a while, so let's do something that I haven't done before. Harpies!

Harpies are an all-female species with both humanoid and bird-like features. They have beautiful slender humanoid torsos with hair instead of feathers; long feathers on their heads and on their feathery tails, and down surrounding the groin (more if they live in colder areas). The color of their plumage depends on the area: whites in colder areas, browns and greys in other areas, while those living in jungles are sometimes colored like parrots. Their teeth are sharp and strong, ideal for tearing meat off of bones. Their arms and legs go from humanoid along the shoulder and waist down to being bird-like at the hands and feet. Said feet are a pair of powerful talons capable of ripping through flesh and crushing bone with ease, and once closed around a prey it's almost impossible to open them against the harpy's will. Their arms are fused with a pair of powerful wings, allowing the harpy to lift herself and a prey from the ground with surprising speed. Their hands are small talons of some use, but most harpies will use their feet as if they were hands. Their humanoid parts are almost always very attractive, but as they start to near the end of their lives they become haggard and very ugly, but remain as dangerous as they were in their youth. Harpies are mostly solitary creatures, nesting in areas that are just distant enough from humanoid settlements to avoid attention but close enough to hunt them. The flesh of humanoids, especially humans, is the favorite food of harpies and they'll gladly go out of their way to catch a good prey. Once a prey is caught a harpy relishes torturing it with her talons, ripping at them and enjoying the screams before eating her prey alive. A still-beating heart is especially cherished. All this makes harpies loathed by most other humanoids, who (justly) consider them to be dangerous threats to their lives. Most harpies will die before their time is up, but those who don't can expect to live for about a century.

Harpies nest in tall trees and caves. They build nests complete with roof to stay dry when in trees, and provide a floor in caves. Because of the relatively little protection they have harpies migrate to warmer regions when winter approaches, returning to their nest once spring returns. Destroying their nests does little but annoy the harpy in question: not because of the destroyed nest but because she will have to build a new one. Notoriously unhygienic, harpies are always covered in a foul layer of mud, excrement, blood, old meals and worse. This stuff is also on their talons, meaning that a wound inflicted by a harpy is likely to get infected big time. Not that most harpy-inflicted wounds will get to that stage: when a prey gets dragged off it will swiftly get savaged and devoured. Harpies all possess beautiful singing voices, with their songs being sometimes carried across forests and down mountains. This is much to the horror of those who hear it, and the beautiful song of a maiden hidden out of sight is the warning of an impending harpy attack. Those who know the song will attempt to flee or take cover, which is exactly what the harpy wants. Fear makes their flesh taste better. They have little need for treasure, but some collect trinkets off of particularly tasty prey. These trophies will be placed inside the nest, where they will corrode and lose their shine in the filth.

Most of the harpies in a particular region are related to one another. They all have their own territory and openly respect these boundaries, but raids on each other's territory are frequent if a harpy thinks she can get away with it. They maintain contact with one another to keep up with the changes in their loose society and their hunting grounds. Having one of their kin killed by a humanoid or monster will drive the harpies to dish out terrible revenge on the killer, but sometimes the target is just too tough even for a flock of harpies (like a dragon). This will have the harpies attempt to plot against the offender in another way, but this ends most of the time with the harpies dying.

>>315025

While they appear as beautiful women, trying to seduce one is a horrible idea. Harpies need male humanoids to reproduce with, and they will drag fitting mates back to their next for mating. If the mate struggles too much the harpy will maim them just bad enough that they won't struggle too much as the harpy flies with her victim in her talons, but if the victim struggles just too much the harpy might end up killing the victim by accident (in which case the harpy will just shrug and eat him). Once arrived at the next the victim is deposited amongst the filth and violently mated with. This will often include lots of scratching and tearing, making the victim bleed horribly. The filthy surroundings and harpy make the mating even more uncomfortable, with the stench frequently driving men to vomit during intercourse. Exactly how a man can maintain an erection while being attacked like this is unknown, but scholars suspect that the harpy uses some kind of innate magic to bring the man to arousal. The mating is not pleasant and the harpy will use her victim several times over the course of days to ensure pregnancy. Victims who are well-endowed, as well as in possession of a good screaming voice and high endurance are especially enjoyed. When the harpy is done the victim will be either dying or infected from the filth in the nest. After this the harpy will devour his genitals first, followed by the heart and the rest of the body. A few months later the harpy will lay a single egg, from which a chick will hatch. During the times when a mother hunts after laying an egg she will cover the thing in a thick warm coat of filth to keep its temperature up. Once hatched the harpy will take care of the child in a surprisingly matronly way, with some help of other harpies in the area. In case something happened to the mother the child is adopted by a nearby harpy with no child to take care of at the moment. A mother will teach her daughter how to hunt, the harpy way of life and how to sing. Once a child reaches the young adult stage and manages to drag a live humanoid to the nest she will leave shortly afterwards to find a place to build her own nest and continue the cycle. Harpies start to look for a mate early in the spring. If she succeeds the chick will be strong enough to fly alongside her mother when the time to migrate comes. At the end of the next year the child will leave the nest for a territory of her own, with the place being done not too long before winter.

Because of societal pressures a harpy is required to slay and devour her partner after mating. Not doing so is frowned upon heavily in harpy society and will have the offender be cannibalized by its kin after watching her mate being slain and not eaten (which is a great insult in harpy culture). Sometimes harpies believe that they've fallen in love. But it's the psychotic stalker kind of love involving them chasing their prey for several hours before striking and the harpy forcing herself onto her victim while mutilating him. But since most of these things happen at the end of or just after mating season, only few (cherished) children are born from such attacks. Since reasoning with a harpy is next to impossible, even when offering better prey in your stead (the harpy will just kill and eat both), many have theorized that harpies are inherently evil. This is not the case: if a harpy egg is obtained and the chick is raised by hand, the child can be as virtuous or vile as anyone else. They can be kind, friendly, caring and even romantic. They retain the sharp teeth and talons of the kind, paired with a great love for meat, making them stand out like a sore thumb amongst common society. Such children are very rare however, and if harpies catch even the slightest hint of such a child existing they will hunt it relentlessly until they manage to rip it to shreds, alongside anyone who has anything to do with her. If harpies find out an egg has been stolen however they'll hunt even more viciously to get their daughter/sister/niece/cousin back before she's "corrupted" and needs to be put down. In either case, if a mother finds her child that was taken from her outside the egg she won't hesitate to kill and eat it herself. In the extremely rare cases that a harpy falls in love with a humanoid and they elope, they will face great difficulties in the combined forms of angry harpies, an unaccepting society and the harpy's filthy habits. But love can overcome all, and a handful of good harpy children have been raised successfully over the course of history.

>>315026

There are two sub kinds of harpies. The first are the greater harpies. These look much like their regular cousins, except the arms and wings are detached from one another. The wings are attached to their backs, giving them the look of an angelic bird of prey. The worst is that with their arms free the greater harpies are capable of industry and even use and make weapons. Fortunately rare, greater harpies congregate in tribes to provide a united front against their humanoid prey and lesser kin. They are very hygienic compared to their lesser kin and often share a mate between them in order to reproduce faster. When the man is spent he is devoured in a ritual dedicated to the ancestors that these harpies worship. Sometimes they take roles as auxiliary forces to armies fielded by dark rulers, but this is rare since the reputation of the greater harpies is well-known. When the greater harpies combine their song they are said to be able to hypnotize large groups of men at once, after which the harpies will strike. They will then break the spell, causing the men to realize that they've been horribly injured and start to scream, much the harpies' delight.

The power of their song however is nothing compared to that of the siren. Often confused with mermaids with a similar M.O., sirens are far more bird-like in appearance. Some resemble large birds of prey with the head of a beautiful woman, while a subgroup has the upper body of a winged woman with the lower body of a bird. A siren's song can lull just about any creature to sleep, make it very defensive of the siren or just be captivated by the song. Just like harpies a siren depends on humanoid men to procreate. Living by the sea, the song of the siren will draw in men from across both land and sea into the siren's territory. If she spots a preferable mate (an attractive man) she will proceed to mate with him and keep him around for a while, keeping him prisoner with her song. If he manages to escape the song and the siren she will suffer from great heartache that her sex slave escape, with the most emotional ones being able to die of heartache alone. If they stay around however a siren's disposition can be changed notably. If a man can display that he overcame or is immune to the power of a song, and yet stays with her will have the overly romantic siren mate with him for live. While sirens won't think twice to use mind control in order to get laid, finding true affection will make just about any of them weak at the knees. Mating is a bit of a clumsy event and requires proper positioning; when in the right position the siren likes to take it slow and steady. Once a man has taken a siren as a wife she'll dote on him and care for her to the best of her ability (remember: bird body). Sirens often have an interest in history as well and love to talk to someone about it. The downside is that they can get overly protective of their husband and very jealous, and if the husband outlives the generally long-lived siren (living up to a thousand years is not unheard of) she is sure to die of heartbreak.

>>314650

And now you have to tell us about, anon.

Did anyone screencap the woeful tale of the Slavery GM and the scalie stripper?

>>315035

Soon, anon.

>>315025

>vid related

>>303792

Half-drow.

Being split/merged is a result of the idea that becoming a guinea pig for elves can possibly make things better.

>>316083

I find it more disturbing that you dreamt of ND than anything else.

>>315035

Well, for a start, you can have male/masculine Slaaneshi daemons, yes? Requesting a picture of a handsome "figure of light," horns optional, if you have it.

>>316743

>I find it more disturbing that you dreamt of ND than anything else.

No man, I AM ND, hence my disturbance at the idea the very concept of a Nice Daemonette has caused some poor Anon to have a wet dream over it…

Now, the line "I could feel the capitals in the name" could very well mean the whole story was a satirical fake, but that's exactly the kind of thing I would personally insist on and thus makes it even more eerie…

What are some erotic curses like Dragoncunt?

>>320684

Elf.

>>316746

Chrow

bring flammenwerfer

>>320684

Exposure curses are always nice. Just have the victim's body actively repel clothing.

>>320684

>dragoncunt

Tell me more

>>320684

Also to actually contribute to the thread, that one furry flash game Corruption of Champions had a lovely condition where you'd basically get your dick infested with cock worms. I feel like it was NotAIDS and it also made your character hyper, a minimum of 50% arousal, and some other stuff. More of an std than a curse, though you could probably acquire them via magical means (or have it be acquired a la Mummy Rot, don't fuck the undead!)

As for elementals, Air could do a few things, from electroplay, to good/bad smells, and even breathplay or choking.

>>320769

I pop into /tg/ every few months, so I don't know all the board lore and memes. Even pre-exodus I only used it lightly, mostly for MTG discussion

>>320826

I'd rather be a cuntbold tbh

>Kobolds get a racial bonus to squeeze into tight cavities

>>320833

>be kobold

>all the other males have a penis

>drink potion of masculinity

>just end up with some pubes or armpit hair

>save up a ton of gold and steal buy a girdle of gender swap

>it just gives me breasts and cant be removed

>enlarge person only works on your clit

>>320843

You know what'd be rad? Getting just dominated by a male gryphon

>sniffing his asshole

>rimming it

>fat sack

>big jerkable cock

>probably tastes great

>probably feels even better in your scaly cunt

You faggots have ruined an otherwise good thread where a dedicated writefag was doing great work.

>>320684

>>320769

>>320819

>>320826

>>320833

>>320847

You fucks!

What have you done?

All i wanted was list of erotic curses for inspiration.

Not your subpar furry/beastiality shit.

AND I KNOW THERE'S BETTER PICTURE OF DRAGONCUNT KNIGHT OUT THERE.

I'll make this right, somehow.

>>320850

WORLD-BUILDER! COME BAAAAACK!

>>320854

BECOME A WRITEFAG, DAMN YOU.

>>320857

>b-but the thread title says!

CONTEXT YOU RETARD TRIPLENIGGER.

These threads have been about semi-lewd worldbuilding for the past several months and you're going to come in here and try to give us >"ACK-SHU-ALLY it's about posting degenerate bestiality porn!"

No.

>>320819

The only thing I hate more than trannyshit is furfaggotry.

>>320859

It's a magical realm thread. Personally, I really preferred these when we didn't have the writefag. Were a lot better when people'd hang around and spitball ideas, instead of basically fuck around until the writefag writes something.

'S why I largely abandoned them. For a while, nothing of interest to me was coming out, beyond some faggot's headcannon. Which wasn't really that appealing to begin with, honestly.

>>320863

>Dragons

>Furry

>>320847

What is the functional difference between a hypogriff and a gryphon? The hindquarters?

Also great pics, haven't seen them before

>>320887

A gryphon is a lion and an eagle. A hippogriff is an eagle and a horse.

One is the king of both air and land, the other is a glorified pegasus.

Also, hypogriffs are always unintelligent beasts, in my experience. Griffons are either way, usually on the intelligent-but-simple spectrum.

Be less of a faggot, regardless

>>320888

>be less of a faggot

I could choose to fail my saving throw on that, but those are also some compelling trips, so…

>>320895

>knotted

It's a fucking cat-bird. Why are you adding a knot? It should have penis spikes, if it has a dick. Otherwise, cloaca.

>>320897

Knots are just great, that's why

>>320684

Dragon Cunt Knight is the best erotic-themed cursed character I have seen

> a young knight, concerned with looking too effeminate looking

> fights a young dragon and kills it

> then older dragon seeks vengeance

> he defeats the knight and curses him

> after the knight heals up, he notices something strange with his body

> his member starts leaking precum like crazy and starts shrinking

> his pubic region grows scales

> eventually his member and testicles recedes to nothingness

> to the knight’s horror, his dick is replaced with dragon’s vagina

> it is constantly moist and sensitive, making him aroused

> he tries to hold off the lust through masturbation, but it’s not enough

> every month, he lays clutch of eggs which causes chain of forced orgasms

> eventually he gives into the lust and lets a fellow adventurer have his way with him

> this kickstarts a process of becoming more feminine and draconic until he becomes half-dragon broodmother

so there are several factors to this I like

> distress - the curse not only puts him through minor body horror, but also attacks his sense of masculinity already threatened by his feminine looks

> persistence- lack of or absence of possible solution

> pathology arc - there’s a sense of progression of curse where it goes from bad to worse

1. he tries to keep the curse at bay

2. curse takes root and despite his denial as he takes dick

3. he develops more feminine features but still his denial is strong

4. he becomes more draconic and woman-like in demeanor whenever he becomes relaxed

5. she fully embraces her female half-dragon self

> main kink - species and gender bending

It's so simple, and it works on many levels. I want to make several other curses, that are similarly erotic, but different.

>>320855

>WORLD-BUILDER! COME BAAAAACK!

A perverted night fills up the skies.

The lewdness grows as decency dies.

We crave lewdness and modesty's demise.

By the work of my hand,

your dick shall rise!

But let's go with what >>320684 mentioned: lewd curses and their cure!

>Minos Mammaries

Symptoms: The afflicted lactates milk akin to that of a minotaur. The milk is intoxicating, addictive and serves as a potent aphrodisiac. The afflicted is immune to the effects. The milk has to be drunk directly from the breast; if bottled it will rapidly lose its potency and spoil.

Cure: Get a minotaur drunk on the milk, which has the milk lose its potency. Afterwards if the afflicted avoids having sexual intercourse with a minotaur for a week the effect fades and the afflicted is cured.

>Lamia Tongue

Symptoms: A greatly elongated tongue accompanied by a swelling in the throat to house it. The tongue is very agile and can wrap itself around a penis with ease while also being able to tongue other orifices with great ease. The swelling makes eating and drinking uncomfortable and speaking is difficult. The tongue also serves as an olfactory organ, meaning that performing oral on all but the cleanest genitalia is an uncomfortable experience.

Cure: Ingesting the endometrium of a lamia who has recently been brought to orgasm by a Lamia Tongue.

>Elf Ears

Symptoms: Ears become pointed and elongate. They also become more capable of picking up sound (but don't improve the hearing of the afflicted). The ears also become hyper-sensitive erogenous zones capable of bringing the afflicted to orgasm through stimulation alone.

Cure: Achieve simultaneous orgasm with two elves by rubbing the Elf Ears against their own ears, without other stimuli being present.

>Demon Semen

Symptoms: A darkening of the ball sack with dark veins running over the penis. Often includes non-painful swelling. Children conceived by a man with this curse will always be a tiefling or tiefling-like variant of the mother. The children will also be either male or a shemale carrying the same curse. When the afflicted orgasms inside of another man he becomes infected as well.

Cure: Have sexual intercourse during a romantic relationship with a Good-aligned Outsider who knows of the afflicted's curse. This requires the afflicted to come inside of said Outsider's vagina. This will impregnate the Outsider, and the child will be an Aasimar. Once born the curse dissipates.

>Orcish Endurance

Symptoms: The muscles of the afflicted increase, as does their strength and stamina. Their sex drive increases as well, filling the afflicted with a need for sex. They also have an increased sperm production and greatly reduced refractory period, or increased lubrication production. Once the afflicted engages in sexual intercourse they cannot stop even if they wanted to, forcing themselves onto their partner until they have achieved many orgasms. In case the partner cannot last (often the case with a female afflicted on a male partner) the afflicted seeks out a new partner to force themselves upon. When this is over the afflicted will continue on as if nothing had happened.

Cure: Sexually exhaust at least two orcs (gender irrelevant) in one session of sex. Half-orcs are an option as well, but this will require more individuals.

>Lizard Dick

Symptoms: The afflicted's penis bifurcates into two hemipenes, each wired to their own testis.

Cure: The afflicted has to come inside of two willing partners at the same time with each hemipenis.

>Draconic Compliance

Symptoms: A psychological alteration that makes it nigh impossible for the afflicted to not comply with just about any order or request coming from a draconic creature. Even the orders from a kobold will sound reasonable to the afflicted. Only the most self-destructive orders don't have to be followed.

Cure: Have a draconic creature or a burrow of kobolds submit to one's will.

>Goblin Ass

Symptoms: A swelling of the posterior that gives the afflicted a large, round, squishy and unblemished ass. Also includes the need to have their ass played with during sex.

Cure: Bring goblins to orgasm through nothing but buttjobs alone. The more intense they orgasm, the more the swelling recedes. Once returned to its normal size the curse dissipates.

>Kobold Tunnels

Symptoms: The orifices of the afflicted become able to accommodate very large insertions that would otherwise be uncomfortable or even lethal to a person of the afflicted's size. Penetrations are only limited by the size of their bone structure. This is paired with a desire to be penetrated by organs of increasing size and a disdain for smaller ones.

Cure: Be brought to orgasm by an organ that is of average size compared to the afflicted's species.

>>320986

>Ovary Oviparity

Symptoms: Only affects viviparous species. Instead of menstruating the afflicted lays egg according to the schedule of its menstruation cycle. The egg is roughly the size of a full-grown infant of the afflicted's species, with the number being the rough average of young the species has. The eggs are unfertilized and cannot be fertilized by a viviparous species.

Cure: The afflicted has to be inseminated by a oviparous species, which fertilizes the egg. After laying the egg(s) and the young hatch (they will be of the father's species) the curse vanishes.

And that's only a few to start with. Let's finish this up with a closer look at the various tieflings out there, based on the ten flavors that Pathfinder provides:

- Beastbrood are the children of rakshasa, the aristocratic hedonists. Just like their ancestors the beastbrood act like haughty aristocrats seeking a life of opulence and comfort. They always resemble humanoids with plentiful animalistic features: fur, strange teeth, eyes or ears claws and other such things. Beastbrood are always keen to appear at their best, and by grooming themselves well and acting like aristocrats they get treated as such. Unlike their rakshasa ancestors they don't have the inverted hands common to their kind: instead they are very flexible and can bend in all sorts of unusual ways. Because of their arrogance and entitlement the beastbrood will take only the best specimens as sexual partners, even for simple liaisons. In bed they are demanding and consider their own pleasure more important than anything else. Any children they have are raised in opulence, but beastbrood are demanding parents and only the best of children will be entitled to inherit their parent's wealth and station.

- Faultspawn are the children of asuras, the mistakes and outcasts of the gods. Through this the faultspawn have inherited a hatred for religion and the divine, which in turn creates a love for profane acts of all kinds. This includes the sexual kind: defiling holy places, performing forbidden sexual acts and violating religious vows regarding sex. Their favorite targets are priests and faithful of all kinds, and while tempting them to do evil on their own seduction is always fun to them. Faultspawn are rather androgynous, and it can be difficult to tell which gender one is at first sight. On top of gendertraps being common amongst them a number of faultspawn are also hermaphrodites: while exact numbers are unknown anywhere from one in ten to one in three can be one. Any children they might have are left either in the care of a foster family of either other Faultspawn or cults who agree with them, with older children often traveling alongside their parents in order to aid in their plots.

- Foulspawn are the children of demodands, the crude imitations of life created by the Titans. Foulspawn consider conventional morality meaningless, indulging whatever desire they have at the moment. While they despise the gods like their Faultspawn cousins, the Foulspawn also hate the conventions created by the gods. This makes them vulgar, indecent and unwilling to put up with rules and regulations. On top of that foulspawn all have disgusting personal hygiene: while it's not that they loathe bating or being tidied up they don't see any point of doing this themselves. Paired with the fact that all foulspawn are unsightly in some way (very tall or very short, very fat or very thin to name a few) means that they are not the most attractive of company. When it comes to sex foulspawn are simple: if they see someone they like they are quick to make this known and aren't above fucking them right there and then. If people object they can either join in or fuck off. Children from these unions are often abandoned because they're an inconvenience, but those who are found and raised by foster families (or their non-tiefling parent) often end up like their foulspawn parent.

>>320987

- Grimspawn are the children of daemons, the embodiments of death. Like their ancestors the grimspawn are obsessed with death in all forms, making them a morbid and violent bunch. Because of their obsession they often become tourists of calamity, traveling the world in search of disasters to observe them up close. If none are around, they're more than happy to create a famine or two. Even when perfectly healthy grimspawn will look sick: they're skinny, pale and have a number of symptoms including nasty coughs, high fevers, pox and the like. Despite their obsessions with death the grimspawn do not automatically dislike reproducing. Their morbid nature does mean that they prefer strange environments like cemeteries or catacombs, off-putting decorations like lots of bones and have no qualms about mating with intelligent undead, no matter how unsightly they might be. Children that arise from such unions are cared for intensely, with them learning everything they can from their parent so that their knowledge of death may one day become even greater.

- Hellspawn are the children of devils, the tempters and liars. They are more or less the classic form of the tieflings: they are tall and attractive, have horns, tails and odd eyes. They possess a knack fo identifying the wants and needs as well as secrets and lies of others and act upon them. This makes them adapt at climbing the social ladder, but few actively seek positions of great power. Instead they prefer to find or create a niche in which they fit well and through that attain riches and power. Hellspawn greatly value logical plans and well-crafted schedules to get what they want, and they get irritated when these go wrong. When it comes to sexual matters hellspawn are willing to use seduction to get what they want, but once they have it they drop their lover like a brick. When someone else comes onto them instead they tend to get flustered, annoyed or become deeply suspicious as to what the person's motives might be. During sex they want a strict split between dominant and submissive, and often want to be dominant. In some cases however they see sex as a way to unwind and let their partner dominate them, but are always careful not to give them too much power. Children are sometimes eliminated, but are often cared for by their hellspawn parent in order to help them in further endeavors. Parent and child do often end up in conflict, which is exactly how the tieflings want it.

- Hungerseed are the children of oni, the spirits of indulgence. Just like their parents the hungerseed love engage in base sensations and fulfill their desires. Instead of working for it they bully and coerce people into giving them what they want. They are aided in this by their rather imposing size and strength, easily towering over their fellow tieflings and other humanoids alike. And they certainly look the part: with their oddly colored skin (blue and red are the most common), pointed ears, tusks and monocolored eyes they certainly do not look like their humanoid parent. They are prone to violence in word and deed, perfectly willing to use the threat of it in order to get what they want. When it comes to sexual matters the hungerseed are gregarious and passionate, indulging as they see fit. If their partner is less than willing the hungerseed is not above using intimidation, violence or forcing themselves upon their target as long as they get their jollies. They can be either dominant to get their fun or more laid back and forcing their partner to take charge. Hungerseed dote on their children, indulging their whims and making them as spoiled as their parent is.

- Motherless are the children of Qlippoth, those who hate mortal life. Resembling horrifying mixes of tentacles, tumors, oddly shaped limbs, carapaces and other eldritch growths on a humanoid body, they are called the Motherless for a very good reason. When their mother enters labor this kind of tiefling will rip and tear its way out violently, meaning that the mother will not survive the birth. Even worse, sometimes the motherless will tear their way out earlier, suddenly killing their parent when they least expect it. This means that they are the rarest kind of tiefling; because of their lack of younger siblings and the fact that most of these things are killed during their infancy their numbers are never very high. If they do survive they can look forward to a life of loneliness and prejudice. This often leads them to live a life considering the mortal races to be filled with sin and hypocrisy, and the only fitting fate for them is extinction. If their Qlippoth ancestor were to be involved in the child's life, they'd agree with them. Because of their outlooks the motherless are incapable of love and affection, and anyone showing them kindness is suspected to have ulterior motives and quickly dispatched by the tiefling. Reproduction is out of the question as well.

>>320988

- Pitborn are the children of demons, the incarnations of destruction. This is exactly what the pitborn love: destroying what others have created and the power they have because of their actions. They get genuine pleasure from their wanton destruction and love to see others in need when they destroy things. While they know it's best to revel in this covertly to not draw any attention, when they can't control themselves they let loose and destroy as they see fit. Pitborn are always asymmetrical in some way: mismatched eyes or ears, an odd number of digits, a notable birthmark or even more extreme things like mismatched limbs, a vestigial twin or spikes or scales on part of their body. This can make it difficult to disguise themselves for the more extreme cases. When it comes to sexual matters they do whatever they want to whomever they want with no restraints or care. Children that come from these unions are either disposed of or raised with a perversion of love and care to make them just like their parent.

- Shackleborn are the children of kytons, the chain-clad fiends. Born looking like they're horrifyingly scarred, the shackleborn add to their initial markings with a lifetime of scarring, branding, piercing and tattooing. To them, altering the body is a work of art and pain is the most pure of feelings. They master pain to such a degree they can inflict it without damaging a body or kill someone through pain alone. A good number do not see this as something bad, instead treating the infliction and feeling of pain as a quasi-holy act even when the one applying it is a horrific torturer. When it comes to sexual matters pain is an integral part of the experience for shackleborn. They love to inflict this on a partner with or without consent (but they don't use safe words, so beware) and torture and pain are always par for the course. They do know that they have to receive pain as well to understand it better, and having a shackleborn allow you to permanently alter their body is a sign of great trust, respect or affection. Any children they have will be instructed in the ways of pain, and watching a shackleborn raise a child is akin to watching it torture the poor thing.

- Spitespawn are the children of divs, the malicious offshoot of genies. Much like their ancestors, the spitespawn cannot feel happiness and have to resort to a sense of smug satisfaction in order to feel good. While their rough shapes are humanoid the spitespawn often have strangely colored or textured skin, and sometimes even have mobile… bulges under their skin as if they were hosting a nest of insects. Because of how their emotions and feelings work normal sex just doesn't do it for them. The only way a spitespawn can get sexual gratification is through extensive humiliation and frustration of their partners, often resorting to hours of edging until they start losing their minds. Once they had their jollies the spitespawn often just get up and leave, not caring for the fact that their partner is still tied up somewhere. Because of their emotions they cannot feel affection for a child and often leave them to die. Some of them however take care of their child to not feel alone in a world that drives them to unending jealousy.

And that's it for now, it's good to be back.

On the subject of dragonfucking…

https://exhentai.org/g/1076616/1246fcbef1/

>>321063

in case anyone wonders why weeaboos are automatically disrespected and distrusted.

>>321114

Nah, anon has a good point. There is a lot of uncanny valley to 3d computer shit. Mostly thanks to the ""artist"" not giving a hoot about shading or asymmetry or texture uniformity. A doodle can easily represent a hot girl in a symbolic way, 3d has to simulate a hot girl directly.

It's the reason a lot of people hated the Hobbit right off the bat, the hifh resolution showed the fakeness of the set.

All that not to mention the lower barrier of entry allowing any fifty year old headcase to explore his 'dark fantasies', always going for the fetish rather than spending time making the model look less rigid, the expression subtle, anything resembling a blush, or dare I say fix clipping. By and large jap porn is leagues and miles beyond the american collective effort outside of Source film maker videos.

>>321114

I'm not sure what you mean, mate. 3d shit like that is just ugly as all hell. I've not seen more than a handful of 3d art what I actually liked, and most of those were Warframe things what only worked because you don't have any risk of uncanny valley.

2D is usually better thanks to not having the technical limitations of 3d stuff, the uncanny valley lot, and having a little more potential for mistakes what don't totally ruin the whole lot.

It's also more commonly practiced. A lot of the "good" 3D animators are shit, but get by because most everyone else is a bit worse.

>>321124

Why is it all western stuff is done in programs like that, anyway?

I mean, I assume there's proper 3d modeling and animating programs available. Surely everyone doesn't have to use SFM every time.

>>321137

Because the Source Engine is free as in beer and easy to work with. There's no cost barrier to entry like there is with a lot of other programs, there's loads of assets piled up over ten years or so, and there's going to be guides for everything.

>>321143

Pretty much this, Source Filmmaker is piss-easy to use and learn asnd it's actually fairly hard to do something that doesn't look alright. There's still a lot of slop, but the people who do good stuff with it do good stuff with it.

>>321238

>travel with kobold companion

>she insists that she's just a small dragon

>tries to roar like one

>roar halfway turns into a high-pitched squeak

>she looks proud of herself and wants to hear what you think

>you try your very best not to laugh because of how adorable she is

>set up camp for the night

>when trying to sleep kobold companion cuddles up to you

>she insists that she's cold-blooded and needs your warmth

>you point out that no, that's not how kobolds work

>she says she doesn't want to stop cuddling

>you don't want her to stop either

>>321280

She already has a hoard. It's you.

>>321282

>you will never be a valued part of a dragon's hoard

>she will never constantly fuss over you, never letting you leave

>she will never put you in the best, most prominent spot in her collection, proudly on display for all to see

>She will never lay the very best of traps, protections, and guards around your room

>She will never spend all her free time watching, cleaning, polishing her favorite little treasure

>>321292

>Reading Bastards and Bloodlines

>Blinkling (Blink Dog/And Halfling)

I just imagined an Incase picture with a Halfling going at it with a dog that pops in and out of her when she's about to get caught, shit, that's hot.

>Decatuar (Centaur+Elf) Infertile, but whew, the fun you can have with that, Horsepussy + Elf

>Houri (Elf + Nymph) Nudity prone cockbait with dangerous male hormones that make people into base-rapebeasts. Neat.

>Sthein (Elf + Naga) SNEKSLUTS

>>321287

>dragon spends loads of time arranging their statues of various kinds of stone, metal and wood in various positions

>has you clean, paint and dress them

>endless debates with dragon over proper uniforms on soldiers and appropriate fashion for the civilians

>you suggest playing mock battles with them

>write a system of rules for said games

>you just invented cavernfloor wargaming for dragons

>suggest to your dragon she starts making statues and sell them to other dragons, devil lords, mortal nobles, powerful outsiders and wizards

>anyone who tries to make their own statues is visited by your dragon and burninated to death

>start producing smaller statues as well to sell to poorfags

>everybody starts playing the wargame instead of having actual wars

>you just turned your setting into a Blood Bowl expy

>YFW you just founded Games Wyrmshop

>dragon is richer than ever before

>but she doesn't care about the treasure because she already has you

>doesn't mean she doesn't want the gold though

>>321298

Blinklings were the result of Yondalla having a giggle.

>my goddess, our warriors are not strong enough to face the trolls invading our lands, we need a boon

<okay, Imma cross them with blink dogs

>wait what

They can breed with either their own kind or regular halflings to make more, so no blink dogs teleporting their knot inside of you are necessary. But it's possible in a magical realm, of course.

A decataur's shape is determined by its parents: if the mother is the elf it's got only two legs but if the mother is a centaur it will have four. In either case there will be horsepussy. Sthein (where does that name come from?) meanwhile are very patient and motherly? Oh my. Rest in pepperoni lamia-kun.

Some of these are actually quit interesting.

>Watchers are the spirits of dwarves summoned into the bodies of gargoyles to watch a particular thing forever

>Green Folk are the souls of slain human trespassers forcefully reincarnated into half-lizardmen so that their souls find no peace.

>Lurkers are made when the magics of gnomes and cloakers meet

>>321699

You know irl female horses feel pleasure from any size, it is actually the duration of intercourse that is more important.

>>321699

>/tg/, making the fantastical mundane

<but in the most interesting way possible

>>321715

I did not, but I'll take your word on it.

>>321734

yeah dude, go to /zoo/ and ask, or you can look at the webms in the mare thread.

>>321755

You don't need /zoo/ to tell you this stuff, I mean the inaccuracy is basically a combination of superimposing the mechanisms of a human vagina onto a humanoid animal, and projecting the inaccurate porn version of said vagina and not the ore scientifically accurate one to boot.

>>321827

Horse pussy is still nasty as all fuck leaky gaping hole of ugliness.

Dolphin cunt is where it's at.

>>321829

Don't: the dolphin turns out to be a guy and rape you.

Dolphins: the unicorns of the oceans.

>>321829

>leaky gaping hole of ugliness.

Perhaps the same could be said of all vaginas. or all body openings that are commenly used for sex really

>>321839

Dolphin cunts are quite clean

Is why, when you deal in fantasy cunts, I prefer that style.

>>321843

Something for non-faggots.

>>321843

>futa shit

>external balls

Gay

>>321829

>Horse pussy is still nasty as all fuck leaky gaping hole of ugliness.

If it's open all the time that would lead to the mare becoming infertile.

>>321858

>external balls

As opposed to internal balls?

>>321888

Or inert balls?

>having a magical realm

>wanting lewd things

>not hating yourself for everything

The only proper way to do a magical realm is to have no lewd whatsoever, to constantly blame yourself for every mistake you ever made in life, and to hurt yourself over and over. Keep repeating that until you spend your time just sitting there quietly and trying not to fuck up any more than you have all while hating yourself.

>>321927

>constantly blame yourself for every mistake you ever made in life

Good job, anon. Your a big step above all those faggots that blame others for everything that went wrong in their life.

>>321935

He then stands perfectly still on that step, like a self-loathing statue to self-imposed mediocrity.

My magical realm is everyone sitting quietly, staring at nothing, being filled with regret, guilt, and sadness all while waiting to slump over and die.

In my magical realm everything goes. I'm a full on degenrerate and I'm enjoying it. Humans, demi-humans, monstergirls/boys, kemono, furry, beast races the list goes on. That's just the species, I won't even get started on the different fetishes I enjoy.

>wanting lewd things

>instead of insulting yourself and hurting yourself for thinking of lewd things favorably

>>321967

It's like these faggots don't even actively vilify themselves and secretly envy asexual people. I bet they don't even suffer from the feeling that their attraction to someone causes that horrible and immediate distress.

>>321298

>shortstack boys (eg kobold or goblin) bending over for a dog dick and getting knotted hard again and again

I can dig it

>>321967

>>321974

What the fuck are you cretins, Opus Dei light?

>>321974

Most self proclaimed asexuals suffer from significant hormonal imbalance and consume too much porn.

>>323269

How does that work? From what I understood of asexuality, it's the lack of sexual drive.

Or does this just mean with real people?

>>323294

Depends on what you mean by asexual, since two definitions are conflated into the term. On one hand you have asexual as opposed to hypersexual, someone with low to nonexistant libido but who or may not find other people attractive; on the other hand you have asexual as opposed to bisexual, someone who may be anywhere on the libido scale, but doesn't find anyone sexually attractive (and therefore often suffers from a major case of blue balls/blue… ovaries?)

>>323306

So essentially, asexuality can be either Pure Love(tm) or No One Is Sexy And I Must Fuck.

>>323308

It's made even more confusing when you start adding in aromanticism, which is when you don't experience romantic feelings. Like, at all. You can still feel sexual attraction and have a healthy sex drive; you just don't feel any romantic attraction. Personally I'm not sure how that doesn't mean that you just haven't met the right person so far, but I digress.

When the two overlap you get what's known as ace-aro (ace instead of ase because of how you pronounce it): you feel neither romantic nor sexual attraction. Platonic relations work just fine; it's just that anything more doesn't work out. Compare it to the four loves that the Greeks came up with and was later elaborated on by C.S. Lewis:

- Eros is romantic love, the emotional connection with another person. This is not pure physical desire, but it can be part of it.

- Storge is fondness through familiarity, the love between family members and those who might as well be.

- Philia is gregariousness and companionship, platonic love for your friends.

- Agape is unconditional love, the kind that a parent has for their child or God has for humanity. But it's only agape when it's love that's good for your soul and emotions. Otherwise it's just an obsession.

Boy, this sure is going tumblr real fast.

I aten't dead.

>Half-Giants

The exact origin of the half-giants is lost to time. Either they were the smallest of giantkind and were forced to breed with humans in order to breed a servant race while getting rid of weak giants, they were made for fun and usefulness by all giants or they were the proto-humans enslaved by the giants. In either case, the ancient empires of the giants turned to dust while their servants survived to this day. Half-giants remember their time of slavery through their traditions and will oppose any attempt to enslave them again by any way possible. But because of their nomadic and tribal nature half-giants are no crusaders who go out of their way to find oppression and will only fight those in their lands. As their name suggests half-giants are tall: the women stand at seven and a half feet while the men often are more than 8' tall. This makes them strong and gives them large strides, which greatly helps in their way of life. Half-giants often live in mountain ranges or on great grassy plains. Here they travel around with their tribes, looking for land to settle down for the year. Migration begins shortly after the winter ends, and tribes often travel for 3-4 weeks before finding another place to settle for a year. Settling down in a place that has been used in the previous two years is often frowned upon. Half-giants use a variety crops and livestock for their sustenance, but they always use annual plants. Their diet is supplemented with hunted game and harvested produce. Because of their nomadic lifestyle half-giants have little use for things that they cannot carry around. Almost everything that a tribe uses has to be able to be carried. Sometimes things are loaded onto small carts drawn by the livestock, but these tend to be the non-essential things that cannot be replaced because sometimes carts have to be abandoned on short notice.

Animism is the religion of choice for half-giants, revering the world around them and saying thanks for good harvests. Tribal shamans are the religious and legal authorities of the tribes, guiding the chieftains and keeping contact with one another through mystical means. Shamans can be of either gender, but women are more common. Any adult member of the tribe can petition their shaman to be trained in the ways of the spirits. If the applicant passes a great deal of tests and the shaman takes them in, the acolyte receives a ritual burial from the tribe to symbolize the end of their old life. Chieftains are always male with succession based on male-preference primogeniture. In case the current chieftain leaves no suitable heir before passing a new one is appointed by the tribe and continues with his line. In case the chieftain's child is too young the shaman will act like a regent until the new chieftain comes of age. Shamans can never become chieftain. The men in the tribe are warriors, hunters and foragers, while the women tend to the livestock, crops, children and the village itself. When the men are not out hunting and gathering they work alongside the women. Since their traditions forbid them from fighting one another, the tribe's warriors train to fight against powerful wild animals, monsters and those who would wish the tribe harm. All members are trained to defend themselves with bows, spears and axes, and the crash of a half-giant's axe or the sheer force at which one of their arrows strikes means that only the most powerful and dangerous creatures approach a half-giant village with malicious intent.

>>327128

For leisure and training half-giants love all sorts of contests, sports and other physical activities. Displays of speed and strength are common, as are archery, throwing spears or discs, wrestling and simple ball sports. They are a competitive and driven people who play to win, but will take a loss well as long as the winner did so fairly. Contests are also held to settle minor disputes between two or more parties, who are sometimes joined by their kin to make it a team effort. Sometimes two or more tribes arrive in the same place at the same time, which as the two tribes set up in the same place for the year. These years often see frequent of such conflicts and ultimately end in quite a few weddings to keep enough genetic diversity within the tribes. Because of the sometimes difficult life courtship between half-giants tends to be direct, simple and lasts only a few months. In the rare few cases where a conflict is too severe to overcome a trial is organized. The shaman acts as a judge and lets both parties plead their case to the assembled tribe. When it is decided who is in the wrong the shaman presents a number of punishments that have been levied in similar cases. The most severe punishment is exile: the offending party has to gather their belongings and leave. The sentencing is then shared with other tribal shamans so that the exile cannot smooth-talk their way into another tribe. While this punishment is normally limited to murderers and those who grossly offended the spirits, it is sometimes used as a political tool by the unscrupulous. In these cases an exile might be adopted by another tribe, but for those who deserve their punishment there will be no such shelter. Then there is the matter of the elderly. Half-giants can easily live for a century before old age starts to creep in. They become more and more fragile to the point where they become a burden to the tribe. When the time to migrate comes and an individual is too weak to travel they often opt to stay behind and let nature claim them. Those who die during the year are buried, with the mountain-dwellers leave the bodies of their deceased in sacred dying places so that their bodies may return to nature. The proudest of warriors take a different approach: if they almost become a burden to the tribe they go on a hunt alone, bringing only the barest of necessities on a hunt from which they do not return. After such a leave the person is treated as having died and the tribe moves on. In a number of cases half-giants have opted to leave the tribe in order to see the world and its wonders. If the shaman gives them permission they are allowed to leave the tribe, but they are expected to return at a later moment to share their experiences and knowledge. They often run into trouble while traveling because they are unaccustomed to the settled life and just how small everything can be.

Interspecies relations are a mixed bag. As long as they are left alone half-giants don't care about most other peoples. They will allow them to travel through their lands unmolested as long as they treat nature with respect. Half-giants tend to stay away from the settlements of other races, with dwarves and humans being frequent neighbors. Elves and gnomes are treated with superstition and distrust because of their links with the fey, and areas who are known to inhabit those are avoided altogether. Humans are a mixed bag. While they have an undeniable kinship even the most rural of humans are seen in the same way as a human farmer sees city dwellers. Some tribes come into semi-frequent with equestrian nomads, with whom they share a spiritual kinship. Traders are welcome, but they often have no need for what the human sell and gold is of little use to half-giants. The occasional evangelist is politely but firmly sent away. If human settlements start to encroach on half-giant territory they initially try to make the best of it but if the humans are too belligerent, uncaring or evil the half-giants will strike back. Open warfare is a lost cause for them because of their small numbers, so the half-giants revert to sabotage and burning to put an end to them. In these cases the village is broken up and moved around constantly to keep the humans from finding it. Outright evil humanoids like goblinoids are a bigger problem. Because they abhor slavery a half-giant will fight to the death to avoid being captured, and if done so will stop at nothing to free itself and its kin. This makes half-giants difficult slaves, but because of their strength people keep trying.

>>327129

Because of their way of life half-giants tend to be fit without being overly muscular. This, paired with their size, makes them attractive in the eyes of those who would otherwise be attracted to humans. The men have powerful frames while the women have shapely curves. In the setting of a tribe it is considered wrong to have sex before getting engaged (and once engaged, no backsies), and extramarital children are unheard of even with two half-giant parents. Casual sex between a human and half-giant is made even more difficult because half-giants are attracted to strength and fitness, which a human will almost always lack compared to a half-giant. While it is possible for a human to be adapted into a tribe, it is fairly rare and the human will have to prove why and how they will be an asset to the tribe. If they can convince the tribe the adoption is made official with a wedding. Children of a human and half-giant will be taller than their human parent, but not as tall as their other parent. They often end up in between, with their children with a half-giant in turn will be in between again which is repeated until they're practically a full-blooded half-giant. These half-breeds are officially the same as a regular half-giant with the same rights and responsibilities, but in practice this is often not the case. Sex is very pleasurable for half-giants, a possible remnant of their slave days to make breeding easier. Women will come rather quickly, even if pleasured by a human. This is often short enough for a non-human partner to pleasure her twice or even thrice, depending on their endurance. The men meanwhile will ejaculate quickly but will stay hard for a while afterwards, allowing them to pleasure a woman a second, or perhaps even a third time. A popular dirty song/legend amongst half-giants is about the man who managed to pleasure his wife six times in one evening. The risk is that half-giants have rather intense sex, and when they do so with a smaller partner this can be a bit dangerous. The well-endowed men will try and insert themselves all the way into their partner, which becomes a problem with a human woman. The half-giant women meanwhile tend to squeeze, ride and push back hard which can prove to be dangerous to the human. They prefer their sex to be mostly vanilla, with the most popular contraceptive being anal (with lube of course). Clothed sex is often disliked, and bondage is outright abhorred. Half-giants do tend to be quite loud, so plan accordingly. Homosexuality is uncommon amongst half-giants. Those individuals who are often become shamans (who are not allowed to marry), become dedicated warriors or something akin to an aunt to the tribe's entire younger generation. Speaking about such manners openly is considered to be crass. When a half-giant travels the world this becomes a bit more difficult. Awkward and naive, there are plenty of people who would take advantage of an attractive, large and strong lad/lass. Half-giants refuse to have sex before an engagement (which requires a short and personal ritual), and they don't do that lightly. Those who play the long game and coerce the engagement out of a half-giant only to dump them after sex can look forward to being hunted down and having the shit beaten out of their groin until they are unable to enjoy sex ever again (justice is unisex). In case that they do end up falling in love and get engaged their partner can look forward to a life with a loyal, caring and huge spouse.

>On the interbreeding of orcs, goblinoids and ogres

Based on a question asked in the greenskins thread, an anon wanted to know about the interbreeding of orcs, goblinoids and ogres. While the rules answer was given there I'd like to go into detail on the potential pairings here. They are sorted into five groups, each detailing how one of these five monsters interacts with the others.

>>327130

Goblin

- Hobgoblins tend to make high-maintenance prisoners because of their size and training. On top of that, their honor demands of them that they try to escape which makes them even more dangerous. But in the eyes of the goblins they are very attractive and their seed is potent.

- Bugbears can, within certain limits, be hired to aid in their battles. But to them fighting is a holy act in and of itself, and if they stay out of battle for too long they become grumpy and violent. Their sex drive is not very high, but this can be sorted out with certain potions. The downside to this is that they are rather rough lovers who take their partners a bit too hard for most goblins to handle, often ending in bruises and broken bones.

- Orcs are a favorite for their virility and handsome green skin, but orcs abhor being dominated by someone weaker than them. As such, they need to be restrained at all times lest they try to take over the tribe.

- Ogres are way too strong and violent to not be restrained by magical means. On top of that, the huge size of the ogre means that quite a bit of lube and experience is needed to avoid tearing. And ogres are big eaters, meaning that combined with the magical restraining only the most wealthy of tribes can afford an ogre breeding stallion.

Hobgoblin

- Goblin bands always find themselves in the service of the larger hobgoblin armies. Often relegated to menial tasks that are below the soldiers like washing, cooking and cleaning. Normally goblins aren't fans of such tasks, but they serve another purpose: camp prostitute. During a campaign it is forbidden for hobgoblins to have sex with one another on pain of death, but non-soldiers don't count. While in practice the goblins are more akin to slaves than camp followers, they take their purpose in stride when it means that a dozen handsome burly guys pull a train on them. On rare occasions goblin wolf riders are fielded as mounted archers, but these units are never very large.

- Bugbears act as mercenaries for the hobgoblin armies. Despite their size they can be frighteningly stealthy, eliminating enemy sentries before the main hobgoblin force attacks. Plus, they make for powerful skirmishers and can perform rank-breaking charges. As they are considered soldiers sex with them is forbidden during a campaign, but outside of campaigns there is the occasional low-ranking officer who'd normally be in charge of the hobgoblins who spends an awfully long time with the auxiliaries.

- Orcs are more powerful than hobgoblins in a one-on-one situation. Because of their military training and discipline hobgoblin armies tend to be more dangerous than orc hordes several times their size. While most orcs will fight their hated opponents to the death, the weaker ones can be captured and properly made into a slave. When conditioned like this an orc makes for a useful slave when it comes to performing manual labor, but when paired with goblins things will go wrong. They love rubbing their superior status in the orc's face and sometimes even try to molest them, only to end up with the orc either trying to sexually assault or regularly assault the goblin, a crime for which death is the punishment.

- Ogres make for powerful slaves, but they are almost too powerful. It takes extensive conditioning and mind-breaking in order to render an ogre usable, at which point they're just oversized beasts of burden that require too much food in comparison to their size in order to remain strong. As slave soldiers they're not very useful either, because at any point they can turn around and attack their masters regardless of their conditioning.

>>327131

Bugbear

- Goblins are tiring in the eyes of bugbears because of their unwillingness to fight even when playing to their strengths and the fact that they constantly want to mate. Sure, fucking a really tight hole like a goblin's is fun at first but it tends to get old after the first fifty or so. Plus, they often try to capture bugbears which is a bad thing. But if a bugbear gets the upper hand against a small band of hunters and if he's in the right mood, he can end up giving these goblins what they want and be gone in time before they get backup or back to their senses.

- Hobgoblins provide the battle that bugbears want while keeping them fed and safe. While service to an army strips them of their freedom, bugbears consider joining such an army to be a devout act. Sometimes an officer of the army comes to them in order to have sex. The hobgoblins often end up accepting the offer/command because of the right of rank. Children born from such unions tend to be better either stronger hobgoblins or bugbears who are better leaders.

- Orcs tend to be unusual opponents for bugbears. Because orcs come in large numbers and bugbears do not, they make for difficult targets. One-on-one orcs are strong but not insurmountable. Half-orc half-bugbear children tend to be less dumb and stronger than orcs, and quite sneaky to boot.

- Ogres are an interesting target because while they are strong they are not very smart, meaning it's easy to find a way to sneak up on them. But an attack used against them will have to kill them, because their toughness and speed means that it's difficult to take one out once it gets angry. Fortunately the two rarely interbreed, with the few surviving children being stronger than but not as sneaky as an average bugbear.

Orcs

- Goblins make for useful sex toys when the women in the tribe are either unwilling or unavailable. While they are very willing, they only produce goblin children which means that their number will only grow over time. They are less useful in the horde than an orc warrior, but on a wolf and armed with a bow they are useful at hunting down stragglers and drawing incoming fire away from the main body of warriors.

- Hobgoblins make for prized slaves, for they are strong and are large enough to feed their animals for quite a while. Hobgoblins undergo their slavery with quiet stoicism, knowing that their masters are eager to get an emotional reaction out of their slaves. Escape is possible but difficult, and orcs are known to hunt their escaped slaves for fun.

- Bugbears make for more difficult slaves to use because of their strength and endurance. They often end up in the fight pits for the entertainment of the masses, with many an orc wanting to have a go at the creature. Bugbears dislike their imprisonment, but they relish the opportunity to beat their captors senseless. In a way, a skilled bugbear can look forward to a constant imprisonment with decent food and quarters as long as it keeps fighting well. And if it doesn't it dies.

- Ogres are too strong to keep as regular slaves for a prolonged amount of time. A large and powerful orc clan might be able to house one in their fighting pits, but fights involving one will often result in the death of the orc in question. And combined with the fact that they eat a lot they are a luxury slave rather than a useful servant. At least there's enough meat on them to feed the animals for quite a while.

Ogres

- Goblins can easily avoid ogres if they don't want to get caught. If they do get caught they either get eaten (and not in the good way) or if it wants to fuck the goblin she ends up flattened. Either way is not a desirable situation.

- Hobgoblins rarely travel alone, and a squad of them pose quite the threat to a single ogre. In bands however ogres can prove quite the challenge, and when overpowered the hobgoblins often end up as either food or cruelly abused slaves.

- Bugbears are capable of avoiding ogres and striking from a point of advantage to get the upper hand in a fight. In a straight up fight on the other hand they are screwed and will quickly end up dead or a prisoner. Fortunately ogres are not very smart and bugbears are clever, so escaping is not impossible.

- Orc tribes give trouble for ogres because both species are raiders, and they eventually get into conflict. A smaller group of orcs without a tribe however can combine forces with a small group of ogres to provide the brains for raiding missions while the ogres provide the muscle. If the orcs are successful enough they can get the ogres to listen to them, but if they fail they tend to end up as lunch. The largest of orcs can breed with ogres, creating a particularly strong and tough but often dim-witted orc who often rises to a rank of prominence in such a combined tribe.

And that's all of them. Next time I'm going to take a look at the big one that I missed so far: Lamia!

Well then, it's time. Time for snek.

The upper bodies of comely women and the lower bodies of beasts (snakes and lions are the most common, but birds, other animals of prey and reptiles also occur, as long as the animal is carnivorous), Lamia believe that their forms are the result of a curse of an ancient deity. This has made them bitter and hateful towards other humanoids, especially those who worship the gods. Lamia will stop at nothing to try and undo this curse marring their bodies, minds and souls. You see, while Lamia act like horrible monsters it's not by choice. Their curse is a horrid one that warped not just their bodies into their animalistic forms, it also drove them to their current predatory mindset. Lamia are just as intelligent as regular humanoids, but their intellect often takes a backseat to their instinct, often with bloody results. Instead of fighting this at every turn Lamia try and use this to their own ends. But the beast does not let itself be controlled that easy, always ending in disaster in some way. As such, it's nigh impossible for Lamia to construct large settlements or interact with other species in any meaningful way. If they spend too much time around non-Lamia they will start to see them as prey, which ends in either the prey being devoured or the Lamia being slain. Lamia possess a modicum of magical power, often including charms and illusions. They all possess the ability to turn themselves into a humanoid form, but they are loathe to actually use this. They consider this what their true form should be, reminding them of their curse. If they see themselves in a reflection in this form they see their monstrous self, immediately driving them into a violent rage.

Because of this Lamia are often solidary creatures, setting up a lair in caves, ancient ruins, forgotten temples or anywhere where they have the cover of dark to them. Having excellent vision in the dark and great eyesight paired with being frighteningly stealthy for their size, Lamia are expert hunters who only rarely use weapons. Instead they prefer to run a prey down and attack with nail and claw, only occasionally using small weapons like daggers. Lamia wear little to no clothing and armor, but they do like to wear jewelry as a symbol of status and success. The more and more expensive jewelry a Lamia has, the more successful a huntress she is. When gathering in groups Lamia base themselves around a single Matriarch, a Lamia of great size and experience. They act like the spiritual leaders of the pack, guiding their efforts towards finding a possible cure for their curse. They also often develop sorcerous powers, can fight with frightening efficiency and coordinate efforts between packs. Often the Matriarch is the mother of several of its members. Lamia are always female, born from the intercourse between a Lamia and a humanoid male. The child (born from a single egg) will be a Lamia of the same kind as its mother and is raised communally. If a pack gets too large one of the elder Lamia will split off alongside her daughters to form a new pack. Mating rarely happens with the male's consent; as such he is frequently drugged and restrained so that he can mate with all adult women in the pack. After having done this the man is typically torn to shreds and devoured, but a few of them are kept for longer periods of time or are traded to a different pack in the exchange of goods or favors.

A very small minority of Lamia can put up with humanoids without immediately devouring them. For them it is a trying effort every day to not attack and eat them. These humanoids always have something that the Lamia wants like information or a treasure that might help its cause. A few mortals have attempted to try and cure the Lamia condition themselves using magic of all kinds. This has thus far always failed, even when using spells like Wish and Miracle. Forced shapechanging of the Lamia will inevitably wear off, and the gods either cannot or will not cure them with no explanation given. This has always resulted in great distress from the Lamia, who often ended up eating the humanoid who tried to help them for either selfish or selfless reasons.

>>329436

Lillend, despite looking very much like them, are not related to the Lamia in any way. They the upper bodies of attractive women with a 20' long serpentine body from the waist down, covered in radiant and sometimes metallic looking scales. They also have a pair of large feathered wings on their back, allowing them to fly fast but not very agile due to their long tails. They are also very fast swimmers for their size and cannot be mind controlled. Lillend dislike wearing clothing; instead they rely on tattoos, their long hair, jewelry and just enough clothing to keep themselves modest. They carry their belongings on a number of bags on their hips or slung over their shoulders, often including at least one instrument and a few literary works. Despite their slender bodies they are very strong, capable of crushing even the most powerful warriors and lifting weights of an average of 250 pounds into the air with relative ease. And that's just their lower bodies: they have strong arms that lets them use swords and spears to devastating effect and they can use very heavy bows in mid-air. There are both male and female Lillend, with a 20:80 ratio between them.

While they appreciate all forms of art and beauty, their preferences go out to the literary arts, music and acting. While they appreciate physical objects like paintings, statues, architecture and large objects of art, because of their mobile lifestyle anything that they can't bring is of little value to them. Instead they prefer songs and poems that they can learn so that they don't have to lug around heavy books. The instruments that they carry are often the most valuable things they own: ornate and detailed objects that not only produce incredible sound, but also are very pleasing to see. The sight of an instrument that is never played is abhorrent to the Lillend; they believe that the instrument is just as alive as its music. Because of their appreciation for beauty they hate destruction of all that is beautiful, especially the despoiling of nature and wrecking unique pieces of art. When possible they will stop this with great fury, but if they know something is threatened in advance they will arrange for the art to be moved someplace safe. As Outsiders, Lillend eat for pleasure rather than need. They enjoy the culinary arts, but few of them pursue them themselves. While they are omnivorous they prefer a vegetarian diet on most occasions. In the few cases where they are surrounded by trusted friends they will indulge themselves and eat meat. When they do eat meat they will positively gorge themselves to the point where their normally slim waist visibly distend. Over the course of hours or even days (depending on the Lillend's size, the size of its meal and the last time it ate a large meal) they will digest this and return to their slim and fit selves. During this time they enter a mild torpor and become sluggish and slow. They rather enjoy this state though, treating it as a long alcoholic buzz without the hangover. But since this state leaves them vulnerable they only do this in a place where they are safe and are surrounded by allies. There is no greater show of trust a Lillend can give than to ask someone to guard them during this time. Unusually, no matter how much Lillend eat they never need to excrete.

>>329437

As students of the arts a Lillend is frequently a muse, has a muse or is in a mutual muse relationship with someone. These are often other Outsiders, but mortals are common as well. In such a relationship a Lillend seeks to both teach and learn, having their counterpart learn as much as they do. If they feel that they both have learned enough as artists the Lillend will bid them farewell and continue its quest for beauty. Another art that the Lillend study is that of love. Instead of just studying physical love they seek courtship, romance and affection on top of it. If someone does manage to woo a Lillend they will find them to be willing and passionate lovers, engaging in intense and emotionally fulfilling sex. Relationships of this kind rarely last long: either the Lillend eventually leaves to learn more (but still thinks fondly of her time with this person) or a tragic fate befalls the Lillend, its partner or both. For some reason Lillend in a relationship are magnets to such things. On those rare few occasions that a relationship does last (and they do so more often with mortal lovers) the Lillend dedicates themselves to their partner, finding a great source of inspiration in them. Most Lillend children are born from these relationships, and the chance of it being male depending on the pairing. If both the mother and the father are Lillend the chance is 50/50; if the mother is a Lillend and father is another fey Outsider it's 20:80 and if the father is mortal the child is always female. A Lillend father will produce whatever the mother is with other Outsiders, and with mortal women the offspring will be Museborn, a kind of Aasimar of great beauty and grace with a talent for the arts. In case a child is born the Lillend parent will often stay with their partner until the child is old enough to develop wanderlust itself, after which both it and its Lillend parent soon afterwards will leave.

And that's the snakes for today. Next time I'll look at some more snakes: the enigmatic Naga, the dangerously seductive Medusa, the stoic and dutiful Couatl, the dangerously ambitious Yuan-ti and maybe even the diminutive half-goblin half-snake, uh, Goblin Snake (they named them, not me). Ever heard of a snake job? You will next time. Will I do them all in one go? Likely not. But tune in next time for Snek 2: Bigger, Longer and Unshedded.

Is there a pastepin for all of the magical realm stuff that's been said so far? I looked in to the archives and its hard to navigate since you can't click on responses.

Medusa time!

Medusae are beautiful and dangerous women known for their snake hair and feared for their petrifying gaze. Their skin is often of a shade of green, yellow or other colors seen on venomous snakes, but these colors are often comparable to human skin tones. They possess nails like bronze and fangs like snakes that they can fold out and retract like a snake. Both their bite and that of their snakes is venomous, draining the strength of whoever gets afflicted by it. The same goes for their blood: Medusae almost always end up using their blood or their venom to coat their weapons for that extra oomph. The most powerful of their kind have blood that becomes acidic, capable of outright dissolving organic materials. Medusae themselves are immune to both their own poison and that of other snakes and reptiles. Magical poisons, as well the poisons of other animals, are merely resisted by them. The snakes that grow on a Medusa's head are semi-autonomous, being able to move around on their own without the Medusa directing them. If desired the Medusa can control them directly to make them do certain things. Despite looking like normal snakes they are part of the Medusa's body and cannot detach. In fact, if a snake were to be cut off or removed in another way the Medusa would be left with a large bleeding wound. Snakes don't grow back on their own, but they can be reattached or regenerated as if they were limbs. Their eyes are linked to the vision of the Medusa, granting them an unparalleled field of vision when not covering the snakes, making it almost impossible to sneak up on one. While they would suggest otherwise the snakes are incapable of eating and drinking. There is a small amount of space after their mouths, and while they can hold something in there if needed it won't be digested (mainly because there's no place for the stuff to go). All nourishment is taken in by the Medusa herself (who are facultative carnivores), who in turn spread nourishment to the snakes. Medusae are about as long-lived as elves, but they rarely make it to an advanced age because of who and what they are. Those few who make it to an advanced age undergo some kind of ritual, transformation or some other effect (they are not telling) to become what is known as a Greater Medusa, who have the lower bodies of great and thick snakes and have blood that is outright acidic to just about anything.

The petrifying gaze is both the Medusa's greatest power and weakness at the same time. Any living thing that is not a snake that looks into its eyes will be petrified completely in a matter of seconds, alongside their possessions and clothing. This can happen to creatures as small as spiders to even the largest of dragons, but those would have to be tricked or forced into looking close enough at a Medusa for the effect to happen. The downside is that they cannot turn this ability off, meaning that a Medusa cannot have reflective objects in its abode lest she petrifies herself. While their snakes are immune to their own petrifying gaze, the gazes of other Medusae will still petrify them. And if one Medusa were to petrify another of their kind, a magical feedback will cause them to be petrified as well, even if this happened through their snake hair. Because of this Medusae lair apart from one another lest they petrify each other by accident. This creates creatures who are terribly lonely and frustrated, often driving them to wickedness. Their only friends are the snakes immune to their gazes, and Medusa almost all have great knowledge on every facet of the creatures.

>>331295

While they generally avoid social interactions, if a Medusa does seek contact with the outside world they have to cover up their heads with veils to both hide their snakes and make sure that they don't immediately petrify anyone who looks them in the eye. This makes appearing in public difficult for them, because even if they cover their heads their skin and nails still gives them away. For this reason Medusae mostly hide themselves away from societies, either in underground lairs, caves or holes. But not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it it is a Medusa-hole, and that means luxury. Expanding on these luxuries is one of the few reasons a Medusa will voluntarily sneak her way into society. This is almost always a human-dominated society, for those tend to be more cosmopolitan than the cities of elves and dwarves. But because of their looks just buying these riches is not an option: theft is more often than not the method employed by Medusae. They can be very sneaky if need be, and they know that if they leave behind a petrified witness this will only result in problems. If caught a Medusa will run if she's outmatched, and when encountering a single witness they'll kill them with a well-placed knife. The bolder, wiser and more experienced of their kind might attempt to set up a criminal organization aimed at enriching herself, allowing a Medusa to live in luxury but by necessity out of the public eye. When meeting with her agents a Medusa will do so from the shadows, magical or otherwise, out of fear that if her employees knew her true identity they'd turn on her or leave. A small number of Medusa take up magical studies, using their magic to make their lives more comfortable.

Breeding is almost always done with a humanoid partner, with humans, elves and half-elves being the most common ones. Because of the danger they pose to their mates trickery, force and magical compelling are the most common ways a mating is successful. Most of the time a Medusa will then petrify their partner after the deed to make sure they are not found out, but those who have a prisoner will sometimes keep them until fertilization is assured. Some of the more depraved Medusa will petrify their partner upon his climax, which has to be carefully timed to make sure that the Medusa gets inseminated and doesn't receive a very uncomfortable variation on kidney stones. Some Medusae like collecting the petrified bodies of sexual partners and try to petrify them in the most elaborate positions possible. In a rare few cases the Medusa tries to keep her mate around as a partner, but this will almost always end in tragedy in some way or form. Once impregnated the Medusa will one month layer lay a nest of two to six soft-shelled snake-like eggs, which hatch eight months later. The children will come out with short scaled stubs instead of snakes for hair. As they grow they will stay closely with their mother, who will teach them their ways. Once the stubs start to grow into snakes around the child's 15th year she gains the petrifying power of her mother, and loses the inherent protection from the petrification thanks to which the Medusae have been able to reproduce. Before the child fully gains her powers she will leave her mother and sisters and sets out on her own. Most young Medusae are dreamers who hope to find a life that is not like their mother's. They are mistaken. And while a Medusa is technically capable of giving a "snakejob", she derives no pleasure from this and the snakes are incapable of accommodating human-sized penises that are above the curve (like with most adventurers). And anything ingested by the snake will have to be spat out later. Medusae are fertile only a few weeks per year, but mostly mate outside of this time to not get pregnant too often. As a rule of thumb, a Medusa has one nest roughly once per 25-35 years.

>>331297

There exist a very small number of male Medusae called the Maedar. At first glance they appear to be utterly unrelated: Maedar are bald and have human skin with patches of snake scales forming elaborate patterns. They are incredibly rare in number, with estimates ranging from a the low hundreds to a few dozen. While they are in no way leaders of their people, Maedar have significant influence. For starters, they are fiercely attractive to Medusae, and not just because of their conventional attractiveness. Maedar are not only flat-out immune to the gaze of a Medusa, they can also reverse the gaze's effect with a touch. Instead of the Medusa's petrifying gaze a Maedar can deliver a potent poison by merely looking his victim in the eyes and can excrete poison from their hands, making them deadly at unarmed combat. Maedar don't settle in one place like Medusae and instead roam the world for some ineffable purpose. It is suspected that they are looking for something, but they are not talkative about what this might be. The males of the species migrate from one Medusa's lair to another, and they can find them with unnerving ease. Most Medusa don't care about how they do this and almost always welcome the visitors with open arms and legs. When visiting a Maedar will often stay for a month or two to share news from fellow Medusae and the world at large, bring splendid gifts, and mate a lot. Maedar are rare because their birth rates are low. When a Maedar and Medusa mate she produces an average-sized nest, but the children will be both boys and girls (25%-75% ratio). The girls will always be humans instead of Medusae, and the boys have a 99% chance of being human. Human children will almost immediately perish when seeing their Medusa mother, but in the rare 1% chance a boy will be a Maedar. The father does not stick around to raise the child, and the mother raises him to the best of her abilities. Once the son becomes of ages it leaves his mother, and the two will likely never meet again. In fact, Maedar rarely if ever meet up with their female relatives, preferring to meet non-related Medusae to keep the bloodline viable. When staying together a couple will produce 2-3 nests of eggs before the Maedar leaves, and these eggs are fiercely protected by the mother. Meanwhile, children produced by a Maedar and a non-Medusa mother are just about unheard of. There are claims that the children would be Medusae, or that they appear like the mother but their children in turn will be Medusae. Others believe that there is no conception possible, or that sex with a Maedar results in the woman being turned into a Medusae. There is no concrete evidence of any of these claims being the correct one, and stories of Maedar interbreeding with non-Medusae are extremely rare and almost always dubious in nature.

>>331295

>Medusa-hole

Who would have thought that Medusae would be like Hobbits?

>In a rare few cases the Medusa tries to keep her mate around as a partner, but this will almost always end in tragedy in some way or form

I'm guessing that some of the bitterest and most vicious Medusae are ones who tried this once or even twice only for the worst to happen. However…

>almost always

Have there been notable exceptions?

>other questions

Are they cold-blooded? Do some try to get themselves off on magic-warmed statues? What, if anything, can reverse petrification? What made you decide on making the snake eyes dangerous too?

>>331333

*Aside from a Maedar, that is.

>>331295

>Medusae

B-but aren't they called Gorgons? From gorgós?

>>302718

Bikini armor is best armor

>>321929

>specific fetishes

Spoilered for extreme lewdness.

https://soundgasm.net/u/sweetcarolinekisses/Trebuchets-Are-The-Superior-Siege-Engine

>>340036

Most of those were written as monstergirls, bub.

Speaking of those, what's next?

>>340187

Monstergirls are cancer. No better than furshit.

Sure, the fandom might be better, but the content's the same.

>>340193

You're that one silly autist from /v/, aren't you. I've also noticed you haven't replied to the other anon and his argument. I'll say it as many times as I have to: Teratophilia or Monstergirls taps into an ancient part of the human psyche, and of our civilization. The figures fetishized and humanized within have existed in myth since time immemorial. Furries and anthros are merely a bastardization of old Disney art. You have no leg to stand on.

>>340266

<1

>you know an awful lot of

Where do you think we are? It's our business to make systems and distinctions here. That it's a chan is doubly so, there is a long and storied past of fursecution. It is our pogrom. They are the fetish equivalent of jews, and must be properly identified and gassed.

<2

>Fondness for anthro

It is not that, but a flavour. One of the prime identifiers are the eyes. Monster girls are the important bits of a woman with exotic features, in this way they are more mythical. If you want to disparage it, claim its nothing but weeb shit. Many of the most popular monster girls are hardly distinguishable from humans barring odd traits, like elf ears. The point is, 'the monster is on the outside' while their hearts are more pure. Nobody pretends to be a monstergirl outside of cons.

Fur, on the other hand, is based in Disney dimensions and gives all impression of a person but with animal features. It is infantile, this supported by the overwhelming amount of diaper fetish. "People" make an idealized image of their infantile self, mixed with their favorite animal, and puppet it.

There is a nice little comic of a bee being slapped when it goes for a flower, then it humps a fire hydrant. That is monstergirl fetishizing. Intent is right, target is wrong.

Fursonas and furry porn are legitimate mental illness.

>>340287

Schemers to a fault, Yuan-ti always try to better their lot in life and to perform their gods-granted task better than their peers. Those who perform exceptionally might be given the right to advance in caste, transforming in a grand, painful and bloody ritual that requires the deaths of many. While almost all Yuan-ti have the same end goal, all of them try to make themselves look the best in the end. Backstabbings of all kinds are common and expected, as long as it does not hurt the species' long-term goals. The strong flourish while the weak perish, as mandated by the gods. Some of the Anathema are even trying to figure out a way to usurp the gods, something they see as their right to do. Cold and calculating to a fault, no emotional appeal whatsoever is going to help when facing a Yuan-ti. The only thing that works is an appeal to force, and even then a group of Yuan-ti will eagerly work together to destroy someone more powerful than them that is not one of their own. Human and humanoid sacrifices are a standard religious practice that is performed very often, and the more powerful the sacrifice the more favorable it is to the one conducting the ceremony. After sufficiently pleasing the gods by either continuous piety or a truly grand work in their name, they can earn the right to advance in caste.

Because of their lack of emotions Yuan-ti never mate for love. They do not mate for pleasure either; all reproduction is based on cold calculation. If two Yuan-ti believe that their combined traits would create a favorable child they will mate and part ways afterwards. The eggs are laid in special hatcheries guarded by the Broodguard, after which the mother leaves them and does not interact with the children on an emotional level ever. Children are raised communally and educated in the ways of the people by caste. All but the Broodguard can reproduce, but the higher-ups do so less frequently. Mating only happens within the caste, with the exception of certain female Purebloods who on occasion mate with male cultists or even prisoners because the union could produce good children. Yuan-ti remain fertile for a long time, with successful mating with either partner being over 60 being not uncommon. Purebloods (with their human-like lifespans) mate approximately once every five years, Malisons do so once every decade or so during their 120 year lifespan, with those dedicated to the gods reproducing less often and always having regular Malison children. The Abominations mate rarely, seldom more than a half dozen times in their entire 200-year life. Anathema are perfectly fertile, but they rarely if ever reproduce because they see more of their kind as a threat. Also, Anathema will always produce Abominations as offspring. Technically male Yuan-ti can reproduce with female humanoids, but because their bodies are not meant for oviposition the procedure is stressful and will at most produce one egg.

Naga are creations of the dread snake gods as well, but they're of a different kind than their Yuan-ti cousins. Considering themselves to be favored by the gods, Naga were once the sorcerer-priests of the final days of the ancient Yuan-ti empire, serving their gods with their considerable powers. When the empire's might was broken they were forced to flee, with a large number of their kind seemingly abandoning their gods-given duty. To this day only a few remain in their original function of sorcerer-priests, while most others seemingly feed their own wants and desires. But since they are so intrinsically linked with the gods, and the gods see no reason to go after these fallen servants, suggest something darker at work. Despite their servitude to the same gods as the Yuan-ti, the Naga more often than not act alone or with their own servants, and only take command of a group of Yuan-ti with great reluctance on both sides because they will have to share their glory. Naga are serpentine creatures that are almost entirely snake-like, aside from their attractive humanoid heads. Some of them have slender upper bodies of humanoids as well, but always without limbs. They range from 12' to 18' long, with their bodies being strong enough to crush a horse. Their bites are poisonous, injecting the target with a poison that wastes the body away and can kill in minutes. They possess notable magical power, but their most potent ability is their immortality.

>>340288

You see, when a Naga dies its soul is put back into its body and the body regenerates over the course of up to a week, depending on the injuries. This cannot be stopped by the powers of mere mortals. Trapping the soul does not work because the gods will un-trap the soul that is theirs. Putting the body in a state of continuous destruction like a volcano will only result in the half-restored body snaking its way out of the lava. Burying it alive just has it dig its way out, and when put on another plane it will always make its way back. Only with the backing of a god does one stand a chance at permanently stopping a Naga: nothing short of a Miracle will put one down. Another option is to turn the Naga into an undead, but this requires the support of a deity that allows this. The Yuan-ti have figured out a way to do this as well, and only when a Naga has greatly displeased its gods will they allow this final punishment to be meted out: turning the Naga into a skeletal form of its previous self. This makes it lose its immortality and most of its magical power, and when it dies next it's gone for good. There is a third and final way. Upon the fall of the Yuan-ti empire many slain Naga had to be dealt with. Some of them were given a second chance by the gods of good, who intercepted the souls as they left the bodies. The weakest of their kind could be put back by one god, but the most powerful ones took the attention of several gods to pull the souls free from the grip of the snake gods and put it back. This pulling caused the souls of these Naga to tear, resulting in the reconstituted bodies to gain multiple heads. These redeemed Naga were then put to work by the gods, having them act as guards and sentries of those temples they once committed atrocities in. These goodly Naga are immortal just like their wicked kin, but the more powerful they are the more likely that during the next time they die the gods of good lose the soul to its original owner, restoring the Naga to its former glory.

Arrogant, vain and selfish on the level of even the worst of dragons, Naga revel in making others do their bidding and having them amass luxury and wealth for their serpentine masters. Extortion, force, magical compelling and manipulation are all useful things in the eyes of a Naga in an attempt to get what it wants. Most of the time this is material wealth, but sometimes this includes companionship. Naga rarely mate with one another, considering each other to be potential rivals at best and outright plotting to destroy them at worst. As such, when the need to mate comes up a Naga will almost always take a humanoid partner. Scaled partners have a preference, but in a pinch most humanoid partners will do. Copulation involves the Naga constricting its partner and engaging in violent and often nonconsensual intercourse. During this the Naga thinks only about its own pleasure and use its partner as it sees fit. This tends to end badly for the partner in either case: if they perform well the Naga will often in its throws of passion frequently bite its partner, which can result in their death from the poison. If the partner underperforms however the Naga might crush them in its coils, sometimes even going as far as eating them afterwards. Naga and humans can interbreed, but because of biological differences this happens rarely. Most of such pairings involve a female Naga and a male humanoid. If the father is smart, useful and submissive enough he'll be kept around to see his child born, which will always be a Naga. As long as it remains a child it will remain with its mother to be taught their ways, but such pairings will inevitably end with the two clashing thanks to the child's ambitions. If the child survives it will be made to leave, sometimes along with its father. Out of spite the child will often end up killing its father out of some imagined slight. In a rare few cases the child wins and kills its mother, taking her place with its father at their side. If the father is a Naga and the mother a humanoid she can look forward to a long and difficult pregnancy resulting in the laying of a single egg. The more merciful father will use magic to make the laying of the egg easier, but even then a mother will often be left injured thanks to its sheer size. The less patient fathers will go for an impromptu caesarian instead, and only sometimes remember to provide healing for the mother. Such children will be raised in much the same way, but only rarely have their mother at their side. Whatever their non-Naga parent might be, the child almost never forms a bond with them and sees them as little more than another servant.

>>340291

They might be able to live up to a millennium, but Couatl are not immortal. They roughly know how long their natural lives are, and when their time is up they perform a final dance in the sky, reflecting light off of themselves in one of the most beautiful displays of light in the multiverse. During it they ascend to the heavens both physically and spiritually, leaving no body behind as they break into shards of light. There are no Couatl petitioners: they are of the blood of the goddess and will return to it. Because of this they have a need to reproduce, but they rarely do so. Because of their solitary or busy nature Couatl rarely have the time to find a fitting mate to have a child with, since both partners will try to raise the child to the best of their abilities. Common pairings are a Mandated and Heavenly Couatl, with the Mandated raising the child while the Heavenly tending to their own affairs. Couatl mate roughly once per one or two centuries, with the mating resulting in one egg that shines with a brilliant light, from which one Couatl is born. After some 50 years the child moves out on its own, either becoming Mandated or joining the Heavenly. Pairings between Couatl and non-Couatl are extremely rare, and might not even happen. However, depending on how you translate it there are records of Rainbow Servants engaging in ceremonial sexual intercourse with a Couatl as part of attaining their rank. It is unknown if the two can even interbreed, with no half-Couatl being known anywhere in history.

Finally, there are the Goblin Snakes. Nobody quite knows where these came from, and no member of the scalykind claims any kinship. Neither do the Goblin Snakes themselves: they don't particularly care where they came from either. They look very much like lamias: the upper body of a woman with the lower body of a snake. The difference is that they are proportioned like goblins, and from head to tail they are rarely longer than 10', and they are proportionally thicker than most other species with lower bodies of snakes. While they are just as lusty and interested in sex as their normal Goblin cousins are, Goblin Snakes lack the sense of community and desire to work together that has made Goblins a force to be reckoned with. Because of this there's little love between the two branches, with normal Goblins seeing their kin as dead weight that won't do what it takes to survive. They are gluttons (they're omnivores), surviving off the land and scavenging where they can to get what they want. Because of this they are even better at surviving in the wild than their cousins, and are quite good at climbing and navigating forests and jungles without ever touching the ground. Because of this highly mobile way of moving around they are out of reach for most natural predators, and can slap their tails with enough force to break a predator's leg. A final trick of theirs is that in case of an emergency a Goblin Snake can grab onto her own tail, curl up tight and roll at a frightening pace. While she cannot keep this up for very long it's often more than enough to build distance with a predator to escape into a tree. To support this Goblin Snakes cannot be disoriented through motion and won't get dizzy or nauseous from rolling around in such a fashion.

When not hunting for food or lazing around in the upper reaches of trees to absorb sunlight (Goblin Snakes are warm-blooded, but they enjoy the sun nonetheless), they are trying to find a mate. Most male humanoids will do, but human and orcish men have their preference. They prefer to hunt men from ambush, dropping onto them from a tree to surprise them. They then move to pin them and forcefully mate with the victim. This is where many Goblin Snakes meet their death, when their prey breaks free and kills them. Goblin Snakes have a poisonous bit that can render a prey drowsy and unable to resist too much, but it's not particularly potent and a strong prey can walk away from it being a bit drowsy. In case the prey overcomes his attacker (or more embarrassingly, the Goblin Snake messes up the ambush, misses him and slams into the ground) the Goblin Snake will plead for her release, doing whatever to save her life. In case the victim is a good sport about the rape attempt and decides to mate with her anyway, the girl can get attached to her new partner. If possible she starts to mooch off of him, becoming lazy and taking food, shelter and material goods in return for copious amounts of sex, preferably several times a day. Once she's drained her new sugar daddy dry in more ways than one, she moves on with whatever valuables, useful stuff and kids he gave her. Goblin Snakes breed about as fast as regular Goblins, except they lay eggs. Total time from impregnation to hatching is the same, but because a Goblin Snake can become pregnant again a few days after laying an egg she can easily end up with eggs from different nests all in one place.

>>340292

And that's it for now, any other requests?

>>340220

I'm an autist who posts on /v/ on occasion and has somewhat become known, but given your post I'm guessing I am not the one you're thinking of.

I'm the one what thinks both furry and monstergirls are cancer.

Usually dumping sanzo along with my various reasons.

I don't disagree that humanity has long wished to fuck things nonhuman, even going so far as to personafy concepts into fuckable form, however, I would disagree it necessarily has to be humanized trash. That's gay.

>>340266

Like I said, it isn't that /tg/ isn't furry.

It's that furry isn't /tg/.

>>340291

>the birth of a child that's neither a boy nor a girl

what

>>340311 (checked)

Intersex people. Rare, but it happens.

>>340329

Like what? >>327131 and >>327132 describe them paired with goblinoids and ogres, but what would you like them to see crossed with? Or should I look into halfbreeds in general? Don't forget that the PDF is still up there: >>310332 so you can look into that for inspiration.

I can do an elf/orc crossbreed though.

>>340391

>Intersex people

And how the fuck would someone know? Until puberty the child would look like a normal girl, and even after they would just look like they have no body shape. Without advanced medical procedures like DNA tests you can't really verify this by looking at someone.

>>340392

>And how the fuck would someone know?

Futanari?

>>340293

>>340391

You seem to be missing both Holstaurs and Minotaurs from your PDF, m80. I need my Beardicus buzz.

As for a request, what if any difference do you have between Kitsune and Gumiho? Also, any automatons? Or Wonderland critters?

>>340949

To add to your post of the "true" futas to have appeared and be recorded only 11 have been confirmed to be fertile, ever, and they were only fertile in one form of genitalia not both. It is dependent on hormones while still in gestation. If there were ever a stable futa population they'd be a lot less girls with vaginas and dicks and a lot more guys with underdeveloped vaginas and girls with underdeveloped penises.

>>341012

>>340949

>>341056

Realistically speaking, you are correct. I assumed that >>340291 was going for something more fantastical.

>>341080

Yeah, I know that there's a market for dark-skinned tribal women with dicks, so I was aiming for that. I tried to be a bit more fantastical about it, and calling it a "widespread case of the futa" would be a bit too much.

>>341054

>Hobgoblins

Check the PDF, they're already done. Also scroll to >>327131 for more.

>>340929

Yeah, I noticed. I didn't put them in first time because the stuff I had on them was around 2000 words in the form of replies and bits of text, and I couldn't be assed to put them into a cohesive entry. They're done now.

Holstaurs are the gentler and cousins of the fierce and violent Minotaurs. They're around the same height as an average human, if not a bit taller. They tend to live in small herds near or as part of human villages. They tend to spur the big cities for the rural life and can quickly feel claustrophobic inside of a city. They dress in functional clothing that helps them when out on the fields. The things that they wear can often be easily undone with buttons to give easy access to her their breasts for milking. And shirts tend to be rather wide too, to allow for some "growing". Plus, most Holstaur girls tend to have a valuable pretty dress to wear to special occasions. Holstaurs are a bit awkward around people and greatly prefer their own kind or cows, who are far more trusting and accepting towards their humanoid kin than to actual humans. In turn, the Holstaurs have an innate connection to the animals and can sense what they feel from a short distance away.

The most notable about them is that Holstaurs produce large amounts of milk. The younger, unmated ones can milk themselves, but this changes once they enter a romantic and sexual relationship. Holstaurs mate for life, growing really affectionate towards and dependent on their partners. They will stay with them even through all but the most extreme abuse, and it takes some massive neglect or violence for them to abandon a partner. A Holstaur quickly becomes unable to milk herself once in a relationship. They will start to rely on a partner to do it for them, an act that's all but masturbation for them. Which is difficult for them as well: once a Holstaur has developed a taste for sex it becomes difficult for her to get herself off, again relying on her partner to pleasure her. In both cases if they try to do so themselves anyway they are filled with feelings of awkwardness, shame and shyness, which makes the experience uncomfortable for them. When they start to fall in love Holstaurs are very aware of their status as a beast race, making them despair a bit over how someone as great as their crush would never even consider loving a borderline animal like them. Given their sweet, loving nature however a Holstaur with no direct competition is only rarely turned down. On top of that they require constant praise and flattery to make them not doubt themselves or their worth so much. Holstaurs enjoy most forms of breast play during sex, and will almost always lactate when properly stimulated (even when not outright milked). Aside from that they are rather shy and conservative in bed, preferring positions that gives their partner a nice view of (and access to) their breasts.

Holstaur milk is a tasty substance capable of aiding in the natural healing process. The fresher the better: it is the most potent when drunk straight from the source (which is immensely arousing for a Holstaur). Processing it makes it lose its properties: for example, cheese made with Holstaur milk pretty much loses all of its special flavor and properties. It is a great substance to feed to a baby Holstaur, making them grow big and strong. As a Holstaur grows closer to middle age her figure grows as well, making her curvier and thicker all around. This process is enhanced by her having children. On top of that, a Holstaur's breast will start to swell the longer she has gone without milking: the larger they are the longer it has been. Initially she'll gently ask her beloved to milk her. If this is skipped she'll be more firm. The longer she has to wait the more intense she becomes, to the point where she pretty much sexually assaults him and forces him to fuck her while milking her. This will create a big mess and the loss of quite some milk, so this is not something you should do. The longer a Holstaur has been with her partner the less she’ll put up with not being milked, making her more prone to force her mate to milk her.

>>341101

Thing is, the milking needs to be done daily. The swelling and increased sensitivity starts as early as 48 hours after the last milking. After three days they'll be begging for you to milk them. After this become more assertive, and you'll be raped within the week. If they end up doing that though they'll be filled with regret and try to avoid their partner. This can be fixed by having their mate approach them and whisper assuring words into her ear while milking her.

Holstaurs are predominately female. Roughly one in a thousand children born between a female Holstaur and a male human will be a male Holstaur: the rest are female Holstaurs. When breeding with other beast races one in a hundred Holstaurs born are male, with the division of the mother's and the father's race being a 50/50 split. It's rumored that women with dicks breeding with a Holstaur will make the likeliness of a male Holstaur 10 times more likely, but this has not been confirmed. When breeding with a Minotaur however the male/female children mix is more even, but they tend to be more like Minotaurs than Holstaurs.

Male Holstaurs are strongly built but of average height. They are however very strong, even stronger than their female counterparts. Like their counterparts they are monogamous and mate for life. They are rather romantic and try to spoil their partner with grand romantic gestures, but tend to give in when facing such gestures of their own. They are prone to developing childhood crushes on human girls and sometimes boys they grow up alongside with, and frequently end up marrying them. Male Holstaurs are very well endowed and have long, thick (human-shaped) dicks with hefty balls. They produce large amounts of thick, sweet jizz that is surprisingly nourishing when ingested. In bed they are rather vanilla and lean towards the gentler kinds of sex, and are willing to let their partner take charge. Like their female counterparts male Holstaurs need to be frequently milked as well, but instead of boobs it's their dicks that need attention. This can be done during sex or via special handjob care, with once every three days being enough (but more being appreciated). Stimulation of the prostate or outright anal sex will relieve them even more, and a male Holstaur will gladly submit to such care from their partner.

When going without being milked for longer than three days they become clingy and desire attention from their partner. Their dicks will also swell up more and they will produce more semen. Physical contraceptives tend to not work or be very uncomfortable for either/both partner(s) given the size of the Holstaur and the amount of semen produced, so there needs to be relied on chemical contraceptives to avoid getting pregnant. When they are ignored for longer they will try and seduce their partners in every possible way. When that fails they become angry and assertive, and by the end of the week they will all but sexually assault their partner to relieve their tension. If they do so however they become horrified with themselves and try to flee their spouse to avoid hurting them again. While in a pent-up state a male Holstaur will be susceptible to the attention to other female monstergirls trying to get their rocks off and will force themselves upon the guy. However, a Holstaur will never willingly cheat on his wife and when attacked like this they will hunt down their attacker to make them pay for what they did.

>>341102

>Minotaurs

Holstaurs however have one big weakness that's not really talked about: Minotaurs. You see, to a Holstaur the milk (or semen) of a Minotaur is a very potent drug, and they'll quickly become addicted. While most Minotaurs have disdain for the homely, shy and small Holstaurs some will actively cultivate harems of them for their personal enjoyment. Excessive ingestion of Minotaur milk will start to corrupt a Holstaur, slowly turning her into a Minotaur of their own. Evil Minotaurs exploit this to expand cults to their lord Baphomet. Minotaurs and Holstaurs can interbreed, and the child is always a Minotaur. Most Minotaurs will corrupt a Holstaur into something better fit for breeding first, because Minotaur society has a stigma against breeding with the weak. As such, Holstaurs feel uncomfortable around Minotaurs at best and outright try to flee at worst. But if a Holstaur's beloved is at risk from the Minotaur a Holstaur will do pretty much anything to protect them, up to and including giving her life.

Holstaurs and Minotaurs live in different regions; Holstaurs on the plains while Minotaurs live in the mountains and deep forests. So the chances of them meeting is slim. On top of that, the deeper a Holstaur is in love with her mate the more resistant she will be to the corrupting effects. When only partially corrupted the process can be reversed by sucking it out of the Holstaur in question; exactly where you suck it from depends on their sex. The more corrupted the more

Minotaurs desire strength; both for themselves and from their partners. You'll need to able to physically keep up with them in order to keep them interested in you. Sure, you could use magic for this but they'll treat you with disdain for this. To be fair, disdain for those smaller and weaker than them is the standard for Minotaurs. Female Minotaurs also have a preference for being physically overpowered during sex, but if you try to and you're lacking you'll end up with a pelvis resembling flour. If you want yourself some sweet loving from a cow girl with big boobs you'll be better off with a Holstaur. Sure, they're not as tall, muscled or ridiculously big-chested as the Minotaurs, but you don't have to be inhumanly strong to survive having sex with them.

Fresh Minotaur milk will increase stamina, endurance and virility, but it has to be obtained fresh from the source from a willing Minotaur, and those are difficult to find. If a female Minotaur takes a liking to a male humanoid and starts to breastfeed him he will become able to please her. While many Minotaurs dislike this practice the ones that find a fitting mate will live quite happy lives indeed. After giving birth the milk becomes a lot more potent, which a little Minotaur needs to grow big and strong like mama. And there's more than enough so that daddy can have a drink as well. Having her child drink fills a mother Minotaur with feelings of happiness, while when her man does it it's immensely arousing.

Generally Holstaurs are more intelligent than Minotaurs. They have a knack for farm life and the knowledge you need for that, with a minority taking up things like blacksmithing or milling. Minotaurs meanwhile are more like raiders and fighters, with some of them becoming mercenaries. Some of them too take up blacksmithing. It is not known if there is a reason for this common ground. On the other hand Minotaurs have good memories for direction for places they've been to, but they're poor at new directions. Holstaurs are more average in this regard.

>>344521

>necromancers

Use death magic to get what they want. Using this magic is seen as unwholesome or is even outlawed, so it takes a person with few mortal restraints to become one.

>matriarchal

Normally you'd expect powerful necromancers to become undead, but a few opt to do the opposite: instead of taking death into their bodies they remove it from their own. This turns them into a prime speciment of whaterver species they are, but doesn't actually de-age them. So you have a old crone with an age in the centuries but her body is firm and strong like a young adult, with soft, unblemished skin and pleasing curves. A downside of draining one's death from the body is that they become very fertile and can easily get pregnant, with multiple children being common. This is especially bothersome when you consider that the young adult bodies they're in include the hormones that one is subjected to during puberty, which when paired with the fertility includes a high risk of getting pregnant. As for what they do with the babies… well, the most ruthless of these necromancers use them in rituals best not described.

>melee

Being in top physical form means that they've got bodies perfect for martial training, Strong and fit, they can use powerful weapons to defend themselves from those who seek to do them harm in case that the necromancer's undead fail. War scythes are the most common weapon for their symbolism, but they've been adapted from regular scythes because those make for poor weapons based on their construction.

A peculiarity of the Wild Elves from the Aelanon region is that adolescent females may in engage in regular mutual breast-sucking, or, if either of the women should be lactating, breast-feeding. Although this behavior is commonly seen as a sexual deviancy on par with the popular image of the Wild Elves as feral savages, this act does not seem to be of a (fully) sexual nature, but rather may be linked to pragmatical reasons, namely:

a) Inducing or maintaining lactation, as well as strengthening the female's nipple in order to make nursing actual infants easier (currently deemed the most likely cause for this behavior, given that its onset frequently falls into the same period in which the females become capable of bearing children, and spikes in frequency if one or either of the two females are pregnant. Curiously, a similar technique using dog puppies or other baby animals still is moderately common in less-developed parts of the world).

b) Health reasons (while most forms of breastmilk contain antibiotic agents and other components designed to help the infant resist infection and disease, that of the Aelanon wild elves has been shown to contain an abnormally high amount of such substances, making it possible that the mutual nursing may have health benefits for both involved adult parties.

c) Social reasons (Being highly competitive, Aeolanoni elves generally have only limited trust in other individuals of their race or respective tribe which are not directly related by blood. Given its intimate nature, mutual nursing may allow two females to establish a bond of trust even if they are not directly related, thus allowing them to find friends and confidents outside of their family unit.

All things considered, knowledge about this topic currently is still shaky at best; partially because the Aeolanoni themselves are not inclined to share its explicit details with outsiders, and partially because research grants to pursue this cultural phenomenon are hard to get, given its seemingly lewd nature.

>>305410

why is ronald mcdonald nursing the boss baby tho

>>310332

Worldbuilder, have you thought of making an updated PDF of this?

>>306114

Only the spotted hyena has the features you are describing.

My gnolls are based on the Stripped Hyena.

>>353341

>So I'm guessing they're into breastplay. Being courted (and screwed) by a man aware of what she is and taking great pains to avoid drinking any of the aforementioned liquids, does this excite her as a challenge, or annoy her as a waste of her time?

They don't really get off to the physical act - what makes them kinky is the act of dominating mortals, so if they realize that one is going out of his or her way to avoid becoming addicted, they will drop said mortal (or, more likely, attempt to kill it for potentially having seen through their disguise).

>On the other hand, what does it take for a Nutrice's wetnurse mother act to become a loving (if naturally twisted) reality?

Would (at least in my eyes) be Mary Sue-tiers of unlikely. Despite of their motherly demeanor, the Nutrices really don't give a shit about their charges and will throw them away like a used condom if they grow bored of them. They still may develop a pragmatical fondness towards those whose love towards their 'mommy' proves especially useful, but genuine affection would be a one-in-a-billion chance as with Fallen-from-Grace.

Does pregnancy (succubus "egg" method specifically) do anything odd to them?

As in, if an actual Succubus screws a Nutrice? I would wager that the two cousins would quickly recognize each other for what they are, go their separate ways, or start clawing at each other over their respective hunting territory.

As for pregnancy, demonologists are still debating as to whether or not Succubi and their varieties actually possess functioning ovaries and other elements required for pregnancy and childbirth. If they are, the hormonal change would probably turn them into the unholy version of Mega Milk.

>>353691

Wow. They sound much nastier than the default succubi, or the Medusae. Go figure, the one with the biggest gazongas is the one closest to what you could call a serious demonic "agent."

Are they immune to the effects of their own milk, though?

Also, what are you making next? Mummy-type liches?

>>353707

Honestly, I don't think regular Succubi are much better than them. It's not like they particularly care about the humans they sleep with either.

I was about to say that they are immune to their own milk because it would be ridiculous for them not to given that they store the active agents in their body, but then again, snakes are not immune to their own poison (I think).

I would still argue that they should be immune to it because a grapple check to see if you can stuff a Nutrice's fat old tiddie right into her own mouth would be too hilarious to be allowed.

Next? Shit, I don't know. One thing I had in mind was Goblin females being extremely promiscuous (even with individuals from other races) because the females can willfully control their ovulation - meaning that unwanted pregnancies are no issue and casual sex is more akin to a social than to an intimate act. IIRC there actually was some Austronesian tribe somewhere in the pacific which had a similar society because one of the staple fruits growing there basically acted like a natural contraceptives. The sexual behavior of bonobos also plays in a similar direction, I think.

>Mummy-type liches?

What if the Lich entirely consisted of ashes instead?

>>321216

oh? got any examples?

>>320842

>no cuntbold/nullbold bf who gets buff, acts really gruff, and lets his body hair grow out

>not a cute, girly cuntbold/nullbold who he'll dote on and dominate

>>354911

It's because monster fags, mostly from the chans, swear they're not degenerates even though it was /d/ that helped kick start this shit in the West. Monster and furry art has a lot fetish overlap, while fur fags have embraced it, monster fags try all they can to hide it so they won't be ridiculed like furries, but in the end horsepussy is horsepussy, don't matter if it's on a centaur.

>>354922

Oh, it's the monsterfags' fault now, is it? Come off it M8.

>>356796

Would you kindly make it a chain?

>>356815

The item could be anything, a choker, a hip chain, an earring. I'm honestly not sure why I've had it be a ring, other than it being easy to trick people with a pretty, shiny ring of amazing craft.

>>356796

Make it a choker worn by roasties with daddy issues.

>>356796

>Is there any sort of character who might wear it willingly? What sort of location or event should it be worn at for maximum enjoyment of all parties? I'm mostly curious what people think of this sort of RP.

This sounds more like something you slip onto an unsuspecting target rather han one who know what they're getting into. Because hey, if you can talk them into wearing mind altering jewelry it should not be difficult to talk them into lewd acts. If anything, they might be used for a Stepford Wives scenario with enchanted wedding rings or something. As for my opinion, it's a bit of a hassle for your everyday mind control into sex, too much effort for regular sexual slavery and for more moderate situations it's not really needed.

>>356822 (checked)

>implying they wouldn't already do what you tell them to

>>354932

>Oh, it's the monsterfags' fault now, is it

/monster/ has been aggressively shitposting and derailing /fur/ and /v/ topics intermittently the last month or so

>>356899

>derailing /fur/ topics

>implying that's a bad thing

nah

>>356899

>topics on /fur/ and /v/

>worth anything ever

I would like to see what topics these are that you're referring to

>>356899

Funny, because I have noticed the complete opposite.

>>356899

You mean some furfag on /v/ starts shit, gets rightfully mocked, then spergs out that "m-monster girls are le furries too"?

Eat shit, furfag,

If MTG guilds were fetishes, which one would be what?

>WU

>UB/Dimir: BDSM

>BR/Rakdos: Gore

>RG/Gruul: Rape

>GW/Selesnya: Pregnancy

>WB/Orzhov: Snuff

>UR

>BG/Golgari: Vore

>RW

>GU/Simic: Transformation/hyper/inflation

>>360859

This.

>>360947

- Azorius would be dom/sub play

- Orzhov would be stuff with ghosts/fat fetishism

- Dimir would be voyeurism and hidden public sex

- Izzet League would be toys, electricity and steam play

- Rakdos would be group sex and blood play

- Golgari would be vore and/or necrophilia

- Gruul would be harems, tribal scenes and big dom/little sub

- Boros would be angry sex, police fetishism and JUSTICE

- Selesnya would be group sex and hypnosis

- Simic would be transformation and replacement of body parts

>>360859

To be fair, the exact same shit happens to monsterfags.

It's the what I like to call "/tg/-tier" stuff what gets a pass

>>360960

>Golgari with a touch of Simic

Hello comfort zone

>>360854

Priceless. Succubi as "working girls" and being comfy off the job.

>>353709

Well, you said once that succubi can fall in love, and one of the things they do while in mourning for such paramours is to line their soul lockets with silver. The idea being that the silver makes them feel the same weakness they felt looking on their lost love so long ago. If that's not fuzz, I dunno what is.

http://cryptb.in/4LUm8JY

>>369459

In the future, say what the fuck the link is instead of just dropping a suspicious looking link like a retard.

>>369599

>>369459

Right, my bad.

This is my outline of the races for the new game I'm developing.