Alltheraig

Tweaking it to mean character/muses cause that’s more fun.

Kidnapper? I Hardly Know Her!

Closed Rp @forgeoflust (Fem'Meboi)

So what she'd been walking around in a sketchy area, no guards, no one to protect her. Flashy clothing and swinging her coin purse overflowing with so much money that it was scattering onto the floor with each bounce in her step. So, maybe she'd been sighing and lamenting on how she was just a girl alone in the middle of the street with no one to look after her, or grumbling about how worried her family would be if she went missing. Just how much they'd spend to get her back...

That wasn't an invitation for a group of random hoodlums to snatch her off the street, drag her into an alley, force her to remain silent as they stripped her for all she'd brought, before dragging her onto a ship. Demanding that she call her parents and beg for money for her own ransom.

Of course, she'd done it. With a sneer at the poorly thrown together note, she was forced to read, and the low amount they'd suggested. Upping it more with a crinkle of her nose. Because she was worth a lot more than that, and they should know it. When it was all said and done, her parents promising to raise the money, she'd refused to be tied up. Refused to be put in a stuffy old room and instead ordered them to make her something gentle to drink.

After all, being kidnapped made a Twi'lek like her parched, and she was growing hungry, too. Doubting that they had anything that would be satisfactory to eat, she told them to just bring her whatever they had on hand, and she would make do. Before getting cozy and enjoying the time away from her regular responsibilities.

She was just sooo frightened. What else was she to do?

On an entirely unrelated misadventure, a certain hot-pink smuggler was crawling through an air shaft, muttering to himself about stupid cartels and their stupid rivalries and stupid debts and stupid spice-fueled nights of debauchery where he lost all of his money on gambling and spontaneous generosity and really big animals he had no idea how to take care of and couldn't return so had to abandon-

Fem was not having a good day. He hadn't been having a good week. In generally, he was having something of a time lately. Right now, he was trying to rob this ship of some very important data at the behest of the Pyke Syndicate, his own ship stealthily docked underneath it with some nasty hull-cutting nonsense that let him directly access the ventilation system.

With a deep sigh, he peeped through one of the vents and spotted another twi'lek, a young red-skinned woman in an expensive looking dress, just sitting alone in what seemed to be the ship's galley. She wasn't dressed like the Crimson Dawn goons he'd seen elsewhere.

"Psst," he hissed, already regretting getting involved in yet another thing. "Don't look around. Are you here willingly? Do you need help?"

She was starting to get bored, and boredom was exactly why she'd gotten herself into this to begin with, so what was she supposed to do with the boredom that made her want to get o—she stopped when she heard something hissing for her not to look around.

Hello boredom eraser.

Almost immediately, she begins looking around, whipping her head this way and that, Lekku's swishing atop her head with the sudden movement. Only for her to stop suddenly and look upward where she'd heard the sound come from. Her gaze is soft and pleading as she brings her hands up to her chest. "Did my parents send you here to rescue me?" She whispers in a voice dripping with the practiced tone she'd used in the streets earlier. Inwardly, she was praising her acting skills.

Just another thing for her to talk her parents into letting her do when she returned home. "Please, don't leave me here with them. I want to go home." She'd even squeezed a few tears down her cheeks without having to blink or yawn. She was killing this game of hers.

"I said don't look around!" he hissed. "What's wrong with you!? Stop looking up here! Holy shit..."

This was. Not someone trained in espionage. Or sneaking. Or following basic instructions.

...

Or acting.

"Stop that," he said, a little louder as she put on that weird voice. "No, I have no idea who you or your parents are. I'm here for my own thing, but I can get you out if you want. I have a ship. Just... Stop talking like that. Please."

It was... Disturbing.

"Or I can just go," he added, squinting down at her through the vent. "And you can... Keep doing whatever you're doing?"

She would have laughed at the hissing rebuke had the person in the vent not told her to stop looking up, which made her want to continue looking up. And she did for just a bit longer, before blinking and looking away. Down the hall, to be exact. Waiting to see now if anyone was coming back while the vent crawler continued speaking.

She huffed, crossing her arms when they told her to stop talking in her helpless tone. Well, how else was she supposed to let them know she was a damsel in distress? She could do without the voice for now. Whatever, it didn't really matter that much anyway. Wasn'tliketheyunderstoodtheartofthevoiceanywaysoitwaswastedonthem.

"No!" She hissed at once, reaching her hands up. "Help me out of here. I have been waiting for twenty minutes, and they have yet to even bring me tea! I wish to go home now."

It was true that their manners were so subpar that she was disgusted, but she didn't wish to go home. Not yet, at least. She still had to figure out what the vent person was doing after all~

"Alright, alright, just calm down," he said, shifting and pressing a button. Why these vents had shutter controls on the inside he would never know, but the vent zipped open, revealing him to her for the first time.

He was pink, effete, with a diamond patterned tattoo on the one lekku that slipped down to dangle in the air, a little grubby from the vent, and already looked a bit fed up with her shit.

"Can you climb a rope?" he asked. "I have a rope. Or you can stack some chairs? I can't exactly reach you down there."

#Kidnapper? I Hardly Know Her!#ic #fem'meboi #forgeoflust #curvy bounty #((I'm so sorry she's such a little shiite))

Her eyes widened at the sight of another Twi'lek. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting. But a pink...whatever this was...in front of her certainly wasn't it. But beggars couldn't be choosers, especially in situations like these.

"A rope would be helpful." She replies, rolling her eyes. They were meant to save her, but couldn't even reach her? This was turning out to be more trouble than it was worth. No tea, no food, the service here was horrendous. And now her heroic savior was barely able to do their job?

The books had it all wrong.

With a huff, she began making her way around the room, grabbing chairs and half-dragging them over to place them atop each other. Making sure to grab a few things that she could use as cloth to clean herself, because either it was quite dirty up there in those vents or that Twi'lek didn't know what soap and water were, either way, she refused to be filthy in such a manner.

"Will you be sending down your rope?" She asks, as she lifts her dress up slightly and begins trying to make her way up the chairs. One hand holding onto the arms of the chairs, her tongue sticking out for balance, while she watched her feet to ensure she didn't trip on the unsteady cushions.

Split Bounty

Closed RP for @alltheraig (Laashia Nyi)

At the cantina, Roja sat in his booth. Drink in one hand, the other resting on the butt of his blaster. Naturally, he had the corner seat, no one was sneaking up on him unless they blew a hole in the wall behind him, not that he was expecting that kind of trouble.

But you could never be too careful, even if you wore blaster-repelling armor at all hours of the day.

On the table in front of him was a bounty-tracking fob, faintly beeping, gently pulsing. The target was far away, currently quite safe in a deep dark hole, just waiting for the next fool to trip into it and die like the last seven bounty hunters the guild had sent after them.

Now it was his turn, but he wasn't quite stupid enough to try and do it alone, so he'd reached out to a... Recently-made contact of his.

That bit about the deep dark hole wasn't a metaphor, he needed someone with natural echolocation skills. Sure, the fob would point him in the right direction, but that wouldn't help with any traps, or any other life forms, or really anything but a particularly high-stakes game of Hot or Cold.

He needed a Togruta, and he happened to know one that liked him. At least, he was pretty sure she liked him.

That may have all just been for show, since when they'd met he'd tried to take her and her partner in for a bounty of their own.

Still, it was worth a shot.

The drink had a bendy straw in it. He slipped it up under his helmet.

Sip.

She was surprised when she got the request, even more surprised when he asked for her aid on a job. Knowing their history, if one could call it that, she'd have assumed any further contact from him would have been in passing one day or when they inevitably went after the same target again.

Either way, she was interested enough to see what he'd gotten into since their last meeting and just what kind of help he needed from her. So, she'd rolled over, giving Aayla a quick kiss on the cheek and promising to return in one piece, before getting dressed and heading off to meet their one-day-stand.

She'd been expecting a day's worth of travel. Some kind of faraway trip that would have her missing her bed and Aayla...not a short ride that kept her in close distance, but just enough that they weren't at each other's front door.

Stepping into the cantina, her eyes flicked from one corner to another, smirking when she saw him sitting in the corner seat of a booth. Sipping away at a drink casually, but that sharp look about him told her that he'd most likely spot her before she even called out to him. Still, she strutted over, waving her hand with a bright smile on her face.

"I see that tracker still works," she teased loudly, unable to keep from trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible for her own amusement. "I thought you'd said you would turn it off the last time we met~"

She's sliding into the seat beside him, her breast pushing against the table as she reaches out for his drink. "Mind?"

"That's not for you," he said, his voice modulated slightly through his helmet. It wasn't to hide how he sounded or anything, just to make sure no one had to deal with a mysterious man talking like a muffled idiot in a bucket.

He removed his straw and pushed the drink into her hand.

The great thing about a full-faced helm was that no one could tell where he was looking. At least, not when he remembered to not tilt his entire head down to stair at the woman's massive purple tits as they squished against the table.

"It's for a job," he said, remembering to tilt his head back up, at least pretending to look her in the eye. "The target can see in the dark, and has gone to ground in his home base, rigging it with booby traps and who knows what else. I can't see in the dark, lights will give away our position, scanning equipment will inform him that we are present. I want to go in dark, and have you guide me to him. Sound do-able?"

#ic #roja #forgeoflust #split bounty #bouncy bounty #((She's gonna fluster his ass one day))

She sighed at his response, reaching over and snatching the straw he'd taken out, placing it back into the drink and looking him directly in the eyes...or where she assumed they were. Before taking a looooooong drawn-out sip. Smacking her lips and sliding up closer to him, pressing her breast into his arm.

"Anything with you is always doable." She assures. "But let's talk my cut of it all."

troubledcentaurandcompany

The Princess and the Pillager

Closed RP for @alltheraig

This was definitely the highest level job any of them had ever completed, a 'Quest' delivered from royalty itself to go and slay a monster that seriously impacting a major trade artery to the Capital, so naturally the payout was a whole award ceremony, rather than just handing off a sack of gold.

Christoph and the rest were all behaving and being respectful, but Gortuk just didn't fucking care about any of it.

That fight had gotten her blood up, and she'd been actually kind of pissed when she realized they were going to be tied up for a couple of hours with a bunch of pomp and circumstance and not able to just find some hot tavern wench whos guts she could rearrange.

So there she'd been, on the stage with everyone else, dressed in sweaty and bloodstained leathers and furs that barely kept her legally decent, speech going in one green ear and out the other, eyefucking every woman in attendance.

Including the Royals. They looked stuffy, but damn did they have bodies she'd love to ruin~

She even licked her lips, making direct eye-contact with the girl giving the speech, reaching down to grope herself and force her loincloth to conform, briefly, to the outline of her half-hard log of fuckmeat.

She didn't expect anything to come of it, but what the hell.

troubledcentaurandcompany

Her duties were simple when it came to ceremonies such as this. All she had to do was make an appearance. Smile. Wave. Be kind to the heroes. Thank them for their service and wish them well on their continuous journey. Then sit…and watch over the party with an air of honor and dignity.

It was easy enough. She had done it plenty of times. Her smile well in place and dazzling. Not a hair uncurled. Her words dipped in honey and reflecting every ounce of the aristocratic nature that’d been bred into her.

Even as the heroes took to the stage and her sister rose to speak on her families behalf, she kept her smile, nodding along to the praise. Remaining upright and poised.

If one were to learn a truth…Rebeika hated ceremonies. Hated sitting still for long—her body wanting to move and bend as she pleased. Despised even more sitting still for pretenses no one truly cared about, all for the sake of saving face and showing a united front. Like a well placed doll for people who would likely call for her head should she ever think of so much as stepping a toe out in a way they didn’t approve of.

Instead; she liked to see just who amongst those attending was worth taking her frustrations out on. Her smile and gentleness a lure for hungry eyes and impure thoughts.

Seeing no one amongst the attendees worthy of note, her eyes shift to those on stage. She notices how her sister bounces from one leg to the other, her attention seeming to fight with the paper in front of her and something else… prompting Rebeika to follow that gaze over to one of their “saviors”.

A genuine smile forming as she catches what had flustered her younger sister. She too, now focusing on the imprint of something far more interesting than the applause and cheers erupting in the room as the speech ends. She gives a soft bow of her head, reaching down and grabbing her glass when a toast was called. Lifting it slightly, her eyes on the Orc as she takes a sip of her wine, letting her tongue rest between her lip and the glass, allowing the liquid that poured onto it to ease the want for something more…thick.

It was clear who was the wild one in that group and oh, how desperately she wanted to break that one~

———later that evening———

She’d written a letter, and had it sent to the Orc. There was no need to wait for a reply. As the instructions inside were as follows:

Your presence alone is requested for more intimate celebrations during the hours of midnight and high morning at Falltower tavern. Find the gold rose entrance to the east side of the building. Follow the path down and you will find my door marked with a silver leaf. Knock twice for entry. Do not keep me waiting.

~ Reica

While she, herself, lounged in the bed inside her tavern suit. Black hair hidden underneath magically crafted blonde. A silver mask secured along her face, obscuring the shape and her nose, but not her eyes and mouth. Her outfit was just a sheer red baby doll lingerie set that barely curved along her breast and stopped just along her hips. Fanning open and held together only by a black ribbon along her collar. Black stockings were tugged tight over her legs and held along her upper thigh by a red garter belt.

Gortuk wasn't the best reader, certainly not when the text was so... Floral. But she puzzled it out eventually, and all without help!

"Ooo, that's the fancy tavern! I wonder who the fancy bitch is~?" she muttered to herself, briefly debating bathing and washing her clothes before deciding... Nah. Whoever this was wanted her when she was sweaty and bloody on the stage, she could have her sweaty and bloody now.

She was glad she didn't have to try and get in through the front, places like this tended to turn their nose up at her until she'd beaten up the bouncers and she wasn't feeling like it at the moment. Instead, she just followed the instructions, going in through the gold rose door, down to the silver leaf door, and knocking with two slow, heavy strikes.

"Room service~" she called out teasingly, eager to see what little morsel would open up.

Alternatively, this could have been some trap or something, but she could punch through a man's torso if something was holding it still enough, so she wasn't exactly afraid either way.

#ic #troubledcentaurandcompany #gortuk #nsfw #the princess and the pillager #royal secret #((OH MY GOD SHE'S FUCKING ADORABLE!!

She hadn't been waiting long, thankfully, her fingers teasing along her clit, not quite scratching the itch that she needed taken care of. But even still, she didn't immediately allow entry. No, she waited a beat, chuckling at the witty quib before raising her hand towards the door as though she were the one opening it and calling out at last. "You may enter."

There was no romantic setting in this bedroom. No candles burning. No soft music. It was just a giant bed in the middle of a room, along carpet floors. Mirrors well placed, giving a viewpoint of every angle, a chest sitting in the left corner, and a chair in the right. With a hall in the middle of both that led to the bathroom.

A black canopy was tied open along the posts of the bed, and along the headboard was what appeared to be shackles secured in place amongst the soft fur. And the foot of the bed had three suspiciously placed holes and a clasp that anyone could tell, if you pulled, you'd be able to open it up and lay someone inside.

There was no mistaking what this room was for. And without any windows, it was clear that if Rebeika didn't want to be, no one would be able to disturb them.

Kidnapper? I Hardly Know Her!

Closed Rp @forgeoflust (Fem'Meboi)

So what she'd been walking around in a sketchy area, no guards, no one to protect her. Flashy clothing and swinging her coin purse overflowing with so much money that it was scattering onto the floor with each bounce in her step. So, maybe she'd been sighing and lamenting on how she was just a girl alone in the middle of the street with no one to look after her, or grumbling about how worried her family would be if she went missing. Just how much they'd spend to get her back...

That wasn't an invitation for a group of random hoodlums to snatch her off the street, drag her into an alley, force her to remain silent as they stripped her for all she'd brought, before dragging her onto a ship. Demanding that she call her parents and beg for money for her own ransom.

Of course, she'd done it. With a sneer at the poorly thrown together note, she was forced to read, and the low amount they'd suggested. Upping it more with a crinkle of her nose. Because she was worth a lot more than that, and they should know it. When it was all said and done, her parents promising to raise the money, she'd refused to be tied up. Refused to be put in a stuffy old room and instead ordered them to make her something gentle to drink.

After all, being kidnapped made a Twi'lek like her parched, and she was growing hungry, too. Doubting that they had anything that would be satisfactory to eat, she told them to just bring her whatever they had on hand, and she would make do. Before getting cozy and enjoying the time away from her regular responsibilities.

She was just sooo frightened. What else was she to do?

On an entirely unrelated misadventure, a certain hot-pink smuggler was crawling through an air shaft, muttering to himself about stupid cartels and their stupid rivalries and stupid debts and stupid spice-fueled nights of debauchery where he lost all of his money on gambling and spontaneous generosity and really big animals he had no idea how to take care of and couldn't return so had to abandon-

Fem was not having a good day. He hadn't been having a good week. In generally, he was having something of a time lately. Right now, he was trying to rob this ship of some very important data at the behest of the Pyke Syndicate, his own ship stealthily docked underneath it with some nasty hull-cutting nonsense that let him directly access the ventilation system.

With a deep sigh, he peeped through one of the vents and spotted another twi'lek, a young red-skinned woman in an expensive looking dress, just sitting alone in what seemed to be the ship's galley. She wasn't dressed like the Crimson Dawn goons he'd seen elsewhere.

"Psst," he hissed, already regretting getting involved in yet another thing. "Don't look around. Are you here willingly? Do you need help?"

She was starting to get bored, and boredom was exactly why she'd gotten herself into this to begin with, so what was she supposed to do with the boredom that made her want to get o—she stopped when she heard something hissing for her not to look around.

Hello boredom eraser.

Almost immediately, she begins looking around, whipping her head this way and that, Lekku's swishing atop her head with the sudden movement. Only for her to stop suddenly and look upward where she'd heard the sound come from. Her gaze is soft and pleading as she brings her hands up to her chest. "Did my parents send you here to rescue me?" She whispers in a voice dripping with the practiced tone she'd used in the streets earlier. Inwardly, she was praising her acting skills.

Just another thing for her to talk her parents into letting her do when she returned home. "Please, don't leave me here with them. I want to go home." She'd even squeezed a few tears down her cheeks without having to blink or yawn. She was killing this game of hers.

"I said don't look around!" he hissed. "What's wrong with you!? Stop looking up here! Holy shit..."

This was. Not someone trained in espionage. Or sneaking. Or following basic instructions.

...

Or acting.

"Stop that," he said, a little louder as she put on that weird voice. "No, I have no idea who you or your parents are. I'm here for my own thing, but I can get you out if you want. I have a ship. Just... Stop talking like that. Please."

It was... Disturbing.

"Or I can just go," he added, squinting down at her through the vent. "And you can... Keep doing whatever you're doing?"

#Kidnapper? I Hardly Know Her!#ic #curvy bounty #forgeoflust #fem'meboi

She would have laughed at the hissing rebuke had the person in the vent not told her to stop looking up, which made her want to continue looking up. And she did for just a bit longer, before blinking and looking away. Down the hall, to be exact. Waiting to see now if anyone was coming back while the vent crawler continued speaking.

She huffed, crossing her arms when they told her to stop talking in her helpless tone. Well, how else was she supposed to let them know she was a damsel in distress? She could do without the voice for now. Whatever, it didn't really matter that much anyway. Wasn'tliketheyunderstoodtheartofthevoiceanywaysoitwaswastedonthem.

"No!" She hissed at once, reaching her hands up. "Help me out of here. I have been waiting for twenty minutes, and they have yet to even bring me tea! I wish to go home now."

It was true that their manners were so subpar that she was disgusted, but she didn't wish to go home. Not yet, at least. She still had to figure out what the vent person was doing after all~

Rabbit Season

@alltheraig

Once again, short-ass college boy Markus found himself idly scrolling through that weird meet-up app for people with 'Unique Physical Characteristics'. And he couldn't fault them, these people could get very unique!

Take this one, a tiny black bunny woman. He couldn't say he'd ever met an anthro before. Or that he'd known they were real before, but. Okay, sure, fuck it.

Her profile said, well, quite a lot of salacious things. His did too, so that wasn't a surprise, but he was hoping his own size wouldn't scare her off.

So he swiped, and hoped she decided to take a chance on him.

When the waiter came back, Markus was all but draped over his chair, legs splayed out, both hands wrapped tightly around his cock through his date's body, his everything just shaking as he sucked down great gulps of air.

"Thanks," he said softly, not opening his eyes for a bit, just relaxing- "Oh fuck."

And then he remembered he hadn't just jerked himself off to completion in public again, he'd fucked Amara like a fleshlight. And she was still impaled on his cock.

Snapping his eyes open, he looked down at the dark-furred bunny and started to slowly-yet-firmly drag her off of his cock. How long had she been there? How long had he just basked in the afterglow of an intensely satisfying orgasm while she'd... Well, also basked, but also also suffocated?!

It was with more than one kind of relief that he pulled her off and sat her on the table, careful not to drop her plump bunny butt in a puddle of marinara sauce or cum.

"Holy fuck I am so sorry, are you okay???"

#ic #rabbit season #rabbit hole #thesmallatlarge #smut rp #nsfw rp

Whatever response he thought he was going to get was just her limp body twitching and spasming as he pulled her off his shaft. Whatever liquid was left inside of her was dripping from her cunt in the form of cum that her poor, rearranged insides couldn't push out further.

When he laid her on the table, she looked as if she'd swallowed an entire lake at once and tried to keep it down. Only...it wasn't a lake, and she in fact couldn't keep it down. The cum he'd pumped into her, and she'd scraped off his cock when he pulled free, pouring from her mouth, nose, cunt, and even her ass. Her pink tongue was barely noticeable underneath thick white cream spilling from her mouth.

Her chest rose and fell in a gentle, slow rhythm. Proof that she was alive despite how limp she was or the way her eyes refused to open. She was out for the count...at least for now.

Split Bounty

Closed RP for @alltheraig (Laashia Nyi)

At the cantina, Roja sat in his booth. Drink in one hand, the other resting on the butt of his blaster. Naturally, he had the corner seat, no one was sneaking up on him unless they blew a hole in the wall behind him, not that he was expecting that kind of trouble.

But you could never be too careful, even if you wore blaster-repelling armor at all hours of the day.

On the table in front of him was a bounty-tracking fob, faintly beeping, gently pulsing. The target was far away, currently quite safe in a deep dark hole, just waiting for the next fool to trip into it and die like the last seven bounty hunters the guild had sent after them.

Now it was his turn, but he wasn't quite stupid enough to try and do it alone, so he'd reached out to a... Recently-made contact of his.

That bit about the deep dark hole wasn't a metaphor, he needed someone with natural echolocation skills. Sure, the fob would point him in the right direction, but that wouldn't help with any traps, or any other life forms, or really anything but a particularly high-stakes game of Hot or Cold.

He needed a Togruta, and he happened to know one that liked him. At least, he was pretty sure she liked him.

That may have all just been for show, since when they'd met he'd tried to take her and her partner in for a bounty of their own.

Still, it was worth a shot.

The drink had a bendy straw in it. He slipped it up under his helmet.

Sip.

#ic #roja #forgeoflust #split bounty #bouncy bounty

She was surprised when she got the request, even more surprised when he asked for her aid on a job. Knowing their history, if one could call it that, she'd have assumed any further contact from him would have been in passing one day or when they inevitably went after the same target again.

Either way, she was interested enough to see what he'd gotten into since their last meeting and just what kind of help he needed from her. So, she'd rolled over, giving Aayla a quick kiss on the cheek and promising to return in one piece, before getting dressed and heading off to meet their one-day-stand.

She'd been expecting a day's worth of travel. Some kind of faraway trip that would have her missing her bed and Aayla...not a short ride that kept her in close distance, but just enough that they weren't at each other's front door.

Stepping into the cantina, her eyes flicked from one corner to another, smirking when she saw him sitting in the corner seat of a booth. Sipping away at a drink casually, but that sharp look about him told her that he'd most likely spot her before she even called out to him. Still, she strutted over, waving her hand with a bright smile on her face.

"I see that tracker still works," she teased loudly, unable to keep from trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible for her own amusement. "I thought you'd said you would turn it off the last time we met~"

She's sliding into the seat beside him, her breast pushing against the table as she reaches out for his drink. "Mind?"

Kidnapper? I Hardly Know Her!

Closed Rp @forgeoflust (Fem'Meboi)

So what she'd been walking around in a sketchy area, no guards, no one to protect her. Flashy clothing and swinging her coin purse overflowing with so much money that it was scattering onto the floor with each bounce in her step. So, maybe she'd been sighing and lamenting on how she was just a girl alone in the middle of the street with no one to look after her, or grumbling about how worried her family would be if she went missing. Just how much they'd spend to get her back...

That wasn't an invitation for a group of random hoodlums to snatch her off the street, drag her into an alley, force her to remain silent as they stripped her for all she'd brought, before dragging her onto a ship. Demanding that she call her parents and beg for money for her own ransom.

Of course, she'd done it. With a sneer at the poorly thrown together note, she was forced to read, and the low amount they'd suggested. Upping it more with a crinkle of her nose. Because she was worth a lot more than that, and they should know it. When it was all said and done, her parents promising to raise the money, she'd refused to be tied up. Refused to be put in a stuffy old room and instead ordered them to make her something gentle to drink.

After all, being kidnapped made a Twi'lek like her parched, and she was growing hungry, too. Doubting that they had anything that would be satisfactory to eat, she told them to just bring her whatever they had on hand, and she would make do. Before getting cozy and enjoying the time away from her regular responsibilities.

She was just sooo frightened. What else was she to do?

On an entirely unrelated misadventure, a certain hot-pink smuggler was crawling through an air shaft, muttering to himself about stupid cartels and their stupid rivalries and stupid debts and stupid spice-fueled nights of debauchery where he lost all of his money on gambling and spontaneous generosity and really big animals he had no idea how to take care of and couldn't return so had to abandon-

Fem was not having a good day. He hadn't been having a good week. In generally, he was having something of a time lately. Right now, he was trying to rob this ship of some very important data at the behest of the Pyke Syndicate, his own ship stealthily docked underneath it with some nasty hull-cutting nonsense that let him directly access the ventilation system.

With a deep sigh, he peeped through one of the vents and spotted another twi'lek, a young red-skinned woman in an expensive looking dress, just sitting alone in what seemed to be the ship's galley. She wasn't dressed like the Crimson Dawn goons he'd seen elsewhere.

"Psst," he hissed, already regretting getting involved in yet another thing. "Don't look around. Are you here willingly? Do you need help?"

#ic #Kidnapper? I Hardly Know Her!#forgeoflust #fem'meboi #curvy bounty

She was starting to get bored, and boredom was exactly why she'd gotten herself into this to begin with, so what was she supposed to do with the boredom that made her want to get o—she stopped when she heard something hissing for her not to look around.

Hello boredom eraser.

Almost immediately, she begins looking around, whipping her head this way and that, Lekku's swishing atop her head with the sudden movement. Only for her to stop suddenly and look upward where she'd heard the sound come from. Her gaze is soft and pleading as she brings her hands up to her chest. "Did my parents send you here to rescue me?" She whispers in a voice dripping with the practiced tone she'd used in the streets earlier. Inwardly, she was praising her acting skills.

Just another thing for her to talk her parents into letting her do when she returned home. "Please, don't leave me here with them. I want to go home." She'd even squeezed a few tears down her cheeks without having to blink or yawn. She was killing this game of hers.

Kidnapper? I Hardly Know Her!

Closed Rp @forgeoflust (Fem'Meboi)

So what she'd been walking around in a sketchy area, no guards, no one to protect her. Flashy clothing and swinging her coin purse overflowing with so much money that it was scattering onto the floor with each bounce in her step. So, maybe she'd been sighing and lamenting on how she was just a girl alone in the middle of the street with no one to look after her, or grumbling about how worried her family would be if she went missing. Just how much they'd spend to get her back...

That wasn't an invitation for a group of random hoodlums to snatch her off the street, drag her into an alley, force her to remain silent as they stripped her for all she'd brought, before dragging her onto a ship. Demanding that she call her parents and beg for money for her own ransom.

Of course, she'd done it. With a sneer at the poorly thrown together note, she was forced to read, and the low amount they'd suggested. Upping it more with a crinkle of her nose. Because she was worth a lot more than that, and they should know it. When it was all said and done, her parents promising to raise the money, she'd refused to be tied up. Refused to be put in a stuffy old room and instead ordered them to make her something gentle to drink.

After all, being kidnapped made a Twi'lek like her parched, and she was growing hungry, too. Doubting that they had anything that would be satisfactory to eat, she told them to just bring her whatever they had on hand, and she would make do. Before getting cozy and enjoying the time away from her regular responsibilities.

She was just sooo frightened. What else was she to do?

#curvy bounty #forgeoflust #Fem'Meboi

Split Bounty

For Laashia Nyi, from Roja of @forgeoflust

Having already been… Thoroughly acquainted, with her and her partner, Roja has need of Laashia’s unique talents in echo-location to catch a rather slippery bounty.

Naturally, this will involve deep-space travel in a cramped ship, working in pitch darkness, and threat to life and limb.

Will the taciturn Mandolorian break kayfabe once more and fuck her brains out? Probably!

Approve to find out!

Approved

#submission #APPROVED!

Kidnapper? I Hardly Know Her!

For Aayla, from @forgeoflust, specifically Fem'Meboi:

Aayla, a young lady of wealth in the prime of her youth before her bounty-hunting years, is quite frankly bored to tears. Wandering the known territory of the Crimson Dawn, she decided to get herself kidnapped by a dangerous criminal organization, just to see what would happen.

Entirely independent of all of that, a certain hot-pink Twi'Lek smuggler of no renown whatsoever has been contracted to sneak into a Crimson Dawn base and steal some data.

Will this dashing young rogue save the fair maiden? Does the fair maiden need saving more than the poor criminals she is currently terrorizing? Will they fuck about it?

Approve to find out!

Approved

#submission #APPROVED!

mysterymanjoseph

Keeping his Cover: mysterymanjoseph and alltheraig

Joseph was about to leave the planet that was the latest objective of his mission for the intelligence services of his planet, planting automated probes to monitor Imperial fleet movements that might mean an impending attack on his home world. He operates under the cover of being an independent prospector, just scraping by. The cover works well, perfect to explain his moving from remote planet to planet, and, he actually does some prospecting, making some minor finds of metals or gems he can sell. That is the case today, having made a little strike of precious gems after he had planted the probe. Now, he is going to sell those gems and head to the next planet. He is walking through the public square, heading for a trading post, when at the center, he hears some calling for attention from the crowd. Curious, he walks over, seeing a man, and a Togruta, on a platform, chain around the Togurta's neck, as the man calls out that she is for sale. Joseph is about to move on, but, the frightened, broken expression of the female causes him to hesitate, then stand his ground.

@alltheraig

mysterymanjoseph

Joseph watched the Togruta female, and, where he thought she had been broken, finds her still defiant, still fighting. Deciding to stay in character, he tells the auctioneer, "Hey, you damage the goods with all that rough handling before the bidding starts, you better lower the starting bid." "No telling how long she will need to heal before she is,...servicable." It makes his skin crawl, speaking that way, but, it would be expected from someone like him. He fingers the pouch with the stones he had mined out and expected to trade for credits, and figures they would be enough to win the bidding.

@alltheraig

#bouncy bounty #mystermanjoseph

Whatever hope had existed within Laashia died the second the man opened his mouth. Her eyes snapped closed, and she bit down against the gagged muzzle in her mouth. Useless creatures. Monsters. All of them.

The foot along her body lifted, and she wiggled to her knees. Before she could even think of lunging again, she felt the sharp tug of the chain around her neck, and she turned her head, snapping up at them. A low, rumbling growl in the back of her throat.

"I assure you, she's unharmed." The man replied, but no further hits came as he turned his attention from the man to the crowd. "Starting bid 100 credits!"

mysterymanjoseph

Keeping his Cover: mysterymanjoseph and alltheraig

Joseph was about to leave the planet that was the latest objective of his mission for the intelligence services of his planet, planting automated probes to monitor Imperial fleet movements that might mean an impending attack on his home world. He operates under the cover of being an independent prospector, just scraping by. The cover works well, perfect to explain his moving from remote planet to planet, and, he actually does some prospecting, making some minor finds of metals or gems he can sell. That is the case today, having made a little strike of precious gems after he had planted the probe. Now, he is going to sell those gems and head to the next planet. He is walking through the public square, heading for a trading post, when at the center, he hears some calling for attention from the crowd. Curious, he walks over, seeing a man, and a Togruta, on a platform, chain around the Togurta's neck, as the man calls out that she is for sale. Joseph is about to move on, but, the frightened, broken expression of the female causes him to hesitate, then stand his ground.

@alltheraig

#mystermanjoseph #Bouncy bounty #Keeping his cover #((Sorry it's a bit longer than inteded I got into the zone while writing))

She'd been taken from behind as she ran. The screaming of her people, her parents, and her sisters...the sounds of death and the smell of it...that sickening smell. She'd never be able to rid herself of it. She thought that if anyone, she had been the one to escape, the one to ensure that when it was over, she would gain revenge. But the second she turned to continue on, something wrapped around her head, blocking her view, dragging her kicking and screaming, biting and clawing to the ground.

She'd felt a sharp pain in the middle of her forehead and then? Nothing.

Nothing was the worst of it. The darkness left you wondering where you were, what was happening, and what would happen later. The silence of it all was terrifying, especially when the noises that broke it aren't the ones you're hoping for.

That was how Laashia awoke from the dark haze that claimed her. Not to the sounds of her sisters' laughter or her mother in the kitchen, or even her father coming in late again, apologizing quick so he could dodge the spoon being tossed his way. Not to the sight of her bedroom, her living room, or even the forests around their village. Instead, she was met with darkness, eyelashes struggling against fabric. The sounds of crying and low threats of violence if it didn't stop.

She needed them to be quiet. Just for a moment, so she could get her bearings. Right now, everything was just a mass of darkness with occasional ripples and flashes of thin lines that stuttered to life and drowned in the empty void. It was only when someone roared for the exact thing she needed that she hurried to open her mouth wide and flick her tongue along its roof. Bringing it back down with a SNAP.

The click it produced is sharp, like a dart being thrown, knowing exactly how to hit its target, cutting through the silence and colliding with several things simultaneously.

Each ricochet found her in different patterns. Three similar high-pitched acoustic rings mixed with steady, heavy melodic thuds. Guards, seven paces away. She would have thought they were pillars with how rigid they were, but there was no mistaking that rhythmic pulse of breathing. Next came the slow return of sharp, high-pitched ringing in vertical lines from either side of her. Metal cages?

It was what was through the gaps of those lines that sent a chill down her spine. Much lower than the guards was the unsteady flutter of four terrified heartbeats, that familiar high-pitched ringing clasped in a circle behind them, while a ripple of waves was being swallowed and muffled at their knees. Four beings trapped in their own respective cages.

Finally, a more thunderous, solid sound reflected off the four walls that caged her in. She had not been caged like the others, but she was bound, and the three standing, most likely, where the door was posed a problem regardless. She'd been kidnapped, and even if she wanted to pretend it was not that bad, she knew how things like this went. She refused to make it easy.

So when those guards stepped towards her, telling her that it was her turn. She snapped at them, biting into one and tearing at random flesh. Kicking out her feet and hitting the other hard enough, she heard him fall over. She'd been prepared to do more when the sound of heavy footsteps approached. Backup strong enough to pin her down, gag her, and begin dragging her, feet digging into the floor until they bled, out to where she was to be sold away, killed, or worse.

The blindfold was tugged away from her face the second she felt wind, and she blinked rapidly, taking in the sight of people surrounding a platform she was being dragged to. While further ahead, a blue Togruta was being led away by a chain around her neck. Head hung low in defeat.

Laashia felt rage burning in her chest. That would not be her. She would not go gently. She would rather die, and so she struggled harder. Bucking her body and slamming her head against the men dragging her, forcing them to yank at the chain around her own neck, before kicking out her feet. Mocking her as she fell forward, never hitting the floor because they held her up by the weight of her own neck. It was humiliating, and yet, and still, silver eyes narrowed in defiance. Glaring out at the people who cheered with glee at the sight of her. All except...one.

"Here we have a rare Togruta," one of the men holding her yelled as they forced her upright. Smacking her hard across the face when she bucked at them again, yanking the chain when she attempted to lunge at another. "A kind hard to find unless one wishes to traverse dangerous woods and mountains. Sheltered and fiesty...but all the more fun to break."

With a yank of the chain, she was once more falling, though this time no one caught her, and she crumbled to the ground with a loud thud. Her head bounced against the floor, her body curling into itself as a foot came to rest atop her.

"We will start the bidding!"

Her eyes roamed the crowd once more. Searching. Seeking. Clinging to hope that there was someone...anyone...her eyes locked once more on the man who'd been staring at the blue Togruta earlier.

How is Sister Mary Ann's head game~?

Unlike the other muses, she's the only one who is a novice at it. Always unsure if she's doing it right.

#sinful confession

Rabbit Season

@alltheraig

Once again, short-ass college boy Markus found himself idly scrolling through that weird meet-up app for people with 'Unique Physical Characteristics'. And he couldn't fault them, these people could get very unique!

Take this one, a tiny black bunny woman. He couldn't say he'd ever met an anthro before. Or that he'd known they were real before, but. Okay, sure, fuck it.

Her profile said, well, quite a lot of salacious things. His did too, so that wasn't a surprise, but he was hoping his own size wouldn't scare her off.

So he swiped, and hoped she decided to take a chance on him.

"Haaah~" Markus moaned as he felt Amara's teasing ramp up, her tongue, her teeth, his cock throbbed so hard it nearly smacked into the table. It was a tiny moan, but it was a moan. Right in front of the waiter.

"Are... Are you alright, sir?" the waiter asked, frowning and hugging his serving tray to his chest.

Thinking... Well, not quickly, but trying damn it, Markus kicked a table leg. "Just stubbed my toe is all. Ow."

"But that... You..." The waiter's face slowly twisted in confusion as he tried to process how Markus moaned before he kicked the table.

"Don't you have other diners to help?" Markus asked through gritted teeth, choking back a groan and doing everything in his power to not reach down and grab his date and use her like a stroker.

"Yyyyes. Of course, sir," the waiter said after a long and suspicious moment, turning and walking away. Presumably to go and find other diners to serve. Or maybe a manager to talk to.

"Fuuuuuuuck," Markus groaned softly as he placed his forehead on the table, sweat pouring off of his face even as precum poured out of his cock and all over Amara's head. And the floor. So much on the floor, falling with soft little splats on the tile.

She feels a bit smug when he moans, even more smug when she hears the waiter catch on. The sound of their heartbeat thrumming in their chest proving that for a second they might have known there was something going on under the table...even if they were a bit too shy to attempt to pin point it exactly.

However, her focus remained on Markus. The thick shaft she clung to and the dollop of precum he'd begun oozing. It drenched her entire face and the upper part of her dress. Thick and heavy and the scent making her squirt, her body only able to stay clinging to him through willpower alone as her body shook and trembled.

If she released now, she was more than likely going to land in the massive puddle of precum he'd begun creating...and she wasn't done teasing him yet. Well...there was only so much she could do with just herself and his juicy fuck log that had turned into her personal milk faucet for the moment.

So, she waited until the waiter had begun walking away to start licking up the mess as best she could. Trying to clean him and herself up so she'd be able to climb from underneath the table...eventually~

Markus could feel it when she came. He wasn't sure precisely what set her off, but he could feel that hot splatter on the underside of his cock and he thought he was going to bite through his lower lip if she kept teasing him for much longer.

"I can't fucking take this, please," he begged quietly, hoping she could hear him through the table. "If we're gonna get kicked out I wanna at least be able to put my dick back in my pants!"

Whether he was begging her to get off or to get him off, even he didn't know. He just needed some kind of end point for this teasing! And her hot little tongue working him over was not helping.

She would have laughed if she weren’t so focused on swallowing the thick shake of precum that coated her fur. Small tongue draaaagging through the creamy goop only for more to plop right back in its place. She figured the only way to stop it was to plug it at the source, so she shimmied just a bit and stuck her tongue inside his hole like a stopper. Wrapping her mouth around what she could and began sucking. Hard.

Her stomach swelling and what she couldn’t take dripping from her nose and the corner of her lips. Curling her tongue like a spoon and flicking it inside the head before scooping out that slick slip directly into her mouth. There was too much of it, for such a small body to take at once, but she took what she could in. Her cheeks puffing out as precum filled them as though she’d just hide nuts in each pocket. Before at last sucking her tongue back into her mouth pulling away her lips away, taking a second to swallow what was in her mouth, she scrambled up his shaft, just next to his balls and said: “I can’t do it alone but if you think you can help work me onto it we can make the send off worth it.”

She traced a precum slicked paw along his churning cumtanks. “Or I can finish cleaning up this mess and we get our food to go, if you want to call back for the waiter~”

He was trying his best to keep quiet, he really was. But there was only so much a person could keep quiet through, and a small rabbit shoving her tongue down his dickhole while giving Nancy Reagan a run for her money was beyond the pale.

"Goooooowuuaaahhhhhfuck," he moaned out unintelligibly, one hand running through his hair while the other covered his mouth. He'd barely recovered enough to sit up again when her face was peeking out just under the table cloth, little nose twitching under the hem as she spoke, his balls twitching as she teased them.

"Can'taffordthisplaceanyway," he muttered quickly as he pushed his chair back, revealing a fair amount of cock to everyone at the restaurant as he grabbed his date, shoved her back under the table, and proceeded to shove her onto his cock like a fleshlight he didn't mind breaking, slamming forward so hard he almost knocked the table over entirely as he rose from the chair, heedless of physics or anatomy as he stuffed her the way they'd both been craving since they'd matched the previous night.

That moan was hard to ignore by anyone near them, much less the staff. But no one moved. Everyone seemed rather glued to their plates…save for the few tables that seemed rather interested in what was going on. Eyes widening at the sight of Markus’ cock confirming what a few of them had already guessed.

While Amara had barely enough time to reach and pull her toy from her sopping wet snatch, when he grabbed her. She was trying to find a good grip in her paws with how slick it was, when he shoved her back under the table, along the length of his shaft and toward that swollen head she’d been making out with. Forcing her to drop it the second he shoved that precum drooling monster inside of her without mercy.

If she’d been stretched open before by the cocks she’d managed to squeeze into her tight little hole. It was nothing compared to his…it felt like she was being filled to the brim, her insides pulling apart to make room, stomach distending with the imprint of what he’d managed to fit inside, and her tiny legs shaking as she came.

Hard. Squirt trickling down his cock as her body pushed back against the massive cock that was rearranging her insides with every inch he slammed into her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and whatever moan that escaped was so loud, no one was going to miss it.

She could feel him shifting angles, digging deeper, and farther when he stood up. Pushing past the limit anyone else would have met as the tip of his cock forced its way out the small opening of her throat. Truly turning her into a fleshlight regardless of her anatomy. And she? She enjoyed every second of it.

Her tiny hands coming to wrap along her stomach, stroking upward around the bulging shaft that stretched her skin like a custom made condom. Wondering if only a little if he could feel it through the walls of her body.

“Ahnnggg fuckingyessss.” She hissed.

If only half the tables occupied were watching them before, every table had their eyes glued on them now. Their hands either underneath the table cloth, or the chair across from them suspiciously empty. In far corner of the room, Markus and Amara’s waiter stood next to the manager, speaking rather quickly. Only for his face to flush bright red as the manager pointed at the couple and spoke.

Informing him of just where Amara had been this entire time and most likely exactly why Amara was such a high paying customer. The man’s cheeks grew redder and he brought his menu up to cover his face. Lowering it slightly to peek back over while the manager shook their head, gave them a pat on the shoulder, before reaching over to run their hand along the crotch of his pants. Leaning to whisper in his ear.

Markus was past a point of no-return. Specifically, the point where he just did not give a fuck about being caught or being subtle, so he was just fucking this rabbit, thrusting into her as he held her in place with his hands under the table, entirely heedless of the rest of the restaurant patrons as he grunted and groaned.

"Fuuuuck yessss, god I've been dreaming about this-!" He started rambling as he thrust, shivering as he felt... Cold air on the tip of his cock? What hole was he even fucking? He could have sworn he'd gone into her pussy but... Fuck it, he didn't care, he didn't fucking care! He needed to fuck until he came and god damn it he was going to!

With a deep groan of effort, he took a step back and swung his hips to the side, whipping his cock out from under the table and Amara with it, swinging her up over the table and pinning her to the top of it, smacking her down between toppled glasses and scattered silverware as he rutted into her like an animal.

He wasn't really aware of the other diners at this point, who were either just trying to eat their food, or getting just as frisky as he was. He certainly wasn't watching the waiter and the manager getting handsy in the corner. All he was doing was devoting 100% of his attention on the little bunny he'd pinned to the table, watching the way her body stretched and deformed as he shoved his cock through her over and over again, his massive balls smacking into her body so hard he was (almost)worried she'd bruise.

Markus slipped into a fugue state, the entire world narrowing to this rabbit on his cock and a desperate need to use her until he came, so use her he did, drool running down from his clenched teeth as he felt all the pent up need from the past twenty minutes or so, or however long they'd been there, boiling for release.

It took him by surprise when he finally came, but at the same time he couldn't say how long he'd been fucking Amara into the table, or what anyone else was doing, he just knew thrustthrustthrustTHRUSTALMOSTTHRUSTFUCKYESSSSSS as his orgasm finally crashed over him. He didn't stop thrusting, still slamming all the way through, the head of his cock deep inside the bunny as the orgasm actually erupted from the head of it, thick and steaming-hot and flooding the rabbit, making her balloon briefly before he thrust forward again and forced her body to the base of his cock, forcing his cock to shove out of her mouth again, jetting massive ropes of cum all over the table, and the floor, and the next table as well as the poor boy's entire body locked up in a rictus of mind-numbing pleasure.