Bet yâall thought I wasnât gonna do it didnât you?
Welcome to my bullshit!!
This is a bit more experimental then my other blogs, this is a museblog that will mostly be attempting to tip its hands into things like ERP using stuff like RPG Enemy Encounters, Raids, and more, the same kinks I have for grimbutt and shadow gamer still apply, along with their rules
I hope you find this place fun and indulge in my bullshit!!
The LOOOOOOORE:
How did this happen?
Long ago, there was a lord of heart.
This lord of heart was special in two special ways
One: long before their sessi
The Enemies:
Skassâs Underlings, Reloaded:
The Bosses:
Skass Bosses:
Lich Queen
Description: not much is known about the lich queen, most that meet her tend to find she has two forms, the first
Something you generally learn about paradox space is that, regardless of how tampered something may be, everything will always be connected, everything will always be entertwined in some way
This goes for skass and its entities, different as it may be from skaia, at its core, it is still a skaia based entity, ergo, still connected to paradox space and itâs happening, even if how itâs connected is altered
This is to say, itâs no wonder then, how while the feferi is distracted during her time in the dream bubbles, a gaggle (3-5) of seemingly deleted ninja clothed chalk imps manage to sneak into the giant trollâs hive and start to sneak around it with her none the wiser, none of them reaching her knees in height, and one of them barley even reaching her ankle, they simply have one goal.
Steal as much as they can, or at least go out gooning if they get caught
Unfortunately for Feferi, this is where the downsides of her size come in; her colossal assets essentially creating a large blind spot from her front to her back, leaving plenty of free space for the imp gang to move around with the fuchsia being none the wiser.
3 of the imps do their role, running off around the hive to properly loot the mini giantessâs ghost palace, leaving 2 of them to properly take in the fushcia
To the second âshortestâ and second âtallestâ of the raid group, their programmed minds rewrite almost instantly, the sheer arousal the sight of the fushcia imparts in them enough to realign their entire wants,
Imp A. The second shortest, simply stand on ground level, just barely above her ankle, itâs little imp mind unable to register anything but immediate hands in pants jacking off, to it, feferi was the true treasure, complete and utter fap fuel
Imp B. However, had more ambitious goals, as their clawed (but not too sharp) hands latched at feferiâs skin, it started to climb feferi shadow of the colossus style, starting at their sides in attempting to reach the sides of their hips, it had much better ambitions then Imp A. And by god, if A had to be the distraction to do it if she notices them, by god will he use it
Luckily for the imps, Feferi's hive doubles as a wildlife facility, so she's pretty used to hearing oceanic fauna scurrying around her block and passed them off as some rowdy critters she'll have to round up later.
As for the remaining two, specifically the wannabe mountaineer; she simply assumed it was a too-friendly cuttlefish getting to know her, paying him little mind. Humming and hips swaying as she went back to her business.
Imp B simply tightens their grip, claws holding on despite the swaying hips, eventually managing to reach those glorious, glorious cheeks, hopping onto one and taking out a small, surprisingly portable camera, snapping a picture of the vast ass cleavage in front of them, really gotta make you wonder how they got one of those.
Imp A, continues to goon, their balls clenching as they let their forked tongue out, reeling their head back as the sight of those swaying cheeks makes them imagine feferi giving them a lapdance, squating low and hanging their cheeks over itâs entire body, letting out gargled imp noises that probably would translate to something like âTrollsowâ âFushcia Slutâ and âLike mother like daughterâ. All that jazz
Two imps filled with bounds of hubris, applied through different applications.
Of course she wouldn't know a thing Imp A is saying, even if the sounds obviously couldn't come from a 'cuttlefish', Feferi wasn't exactly one for keeping track of how many creatures were actually under her care.
"Feeding time is in an )(our⌠but if you cant wait t)(en you can )(elp yours)(ellf!"
She moves down to grab some snacks for the loudmouth critters, though without turning around, essentially leaves herself posed in one hell of a low squat, leaving the heiress haunchfat on full display for both imps.
IMP A widens itâs eyes seeing the troll girl pop such a slutty squat, but seeing itâs opportunity, it stands on itâs tippy toes, just BARLEY managing to submerge itâs tip into feferiâs fuckwagon, that intimidating yet utterly arousing sight of the fish princessâs wobblebutt being the thing it needs for itâs balls to clench and start firing premature ropes upon ropes into the gigantic ass cleavage of feferi peixes, itâs whole body shaking and shivering as the fushcia basically siphons cum out of the little guy without her even knowing.
Normally, this would deplete the impâs health, however, due to itâs nature as a deleted imp, it technically doesnât have a numbered bar, itâs HEALTH VIAL actually in the negatives around the classic -255 limit, meaning it gets to just fire rope after rope after rope into the princessâs buttcrack without a care in the world
IMP B, meanwhile, digs itâs hand into itâs ninja pants and pulls out itâs own rod, where its fellow imp is content with simply using feferi as wankfuel, IMP B wishes to truly revel in itâs debachery, as it strokes itself off, planning to slater the top of her ass cleavage in imp spunk, her tits next once itâs done, the ultimate victory for it as a underling, complete âhumiliationâ of the player.
She reaches into a cabinet looking around to get something for these varmints to chow down on, though she heavily underestimated how big the furniture in her house is, forcing her to rummage deep into it's contents.
"Now w)(ere did I put t)(e stuff..."
With how exaggerated her body's become, every movement and shift of her hips causes her mountainous rump to wobble and quake, giving Imp A the rodeo of it's (after)life and treating Imp B to a personal twerkshow.
IMP A immediate fails the rodeo and falls into the fish girlâs wobblewagon, as the only thing more hardcoded than underlingâs distain of players. Is paradox spaceâs need to always deal them comeuppance in any way, even with its taloned feet, it canât help it, being completely consumed and submerged by pure troll cheekage.
To say IMP B was in heaven would be an understatement, to it, Feferi was not only giving them a twerkshow, they were practically giving it a lapdance, itâs cockâŚno, itâs body too stiff to emote properly, itâs easy difficulty based code as the second shortest of the imp group compelling them to just fire violent imp jizz again and again through itâs tip into the vast clapping ass, even if itâs constant ropes pale in comparison to the sheer size of the peixes royal cockwringer, if even the witch managed to somehow drain itâs life as a lowly imp, IMP B will have considered it a life well lived.
Feferi backs off from the drawer, holding a tube of what looks to be those goldfish feeding flakes. Once she pulls back, her counterweight ass brings her down on the only place available, directly over IMP B.
"Oof⌠Sorry about t)(e wait, I'm not even sure if you can eat t)(is stuffâŚ"
Once she gets up, they aren't squeezed between her cheeks like IMP A, instead they get straight up flattened. On account of these imps being 'deleted', rather than poofing away into grist; Imp B would stubbornly persist as a cartoonish chalk-colored pancake against her colossal cheeks, it's rod still defiantly stiff between.
Imp B allows itself to stand normally as it feels it climax come to a end. Its white, chalky looking jizz just BARLEY leaking down feferiâs ass crack onto the floor, in its eyes, a defilement of the royal princess completed.
Of course meaning, it was time for itâs comeuppance itâs eyes wide as, almost in slow mo for the impâs vision, the fushciaâs ass depended upon him, like the moon descending upon the town of a certain infamous game.
Despite its flattening, IMP B had gotten the better fate, squeezed with overwhelming sensation, IMP A evidently just, stopped thinking, itâs programming too overstimulated having to deal with so many actions and feelings, resigned to eventually becoming a simple imp stain mark between feferiâs mountainous cockclappers. Despite this setback, IMP B, even as a pancake stuck hugging the crevice between these two wobblemounds, itâs cock chocked by trollcheeks, it refused to give, its pancaked hips struggling to pull back, before they start to thrust forward, starting to properly hump the fishgirl with all of its miniature, insignificant might.
With two of the imps technically down, now might be a good time to cut to the rest of the imps, currently exploring the princessâs hive for trinkets galore, primarily finding success in the chests coins and jewels sprawled across her bedroom, not to mention digging into various candies and snack the girl has been gifted, nothing saying a ghost canât still enjoy eating!
Feferi looked around the room for a few minutes, but couldn't find hide nor hair of the rowdy duo, and after making so much noise you'd think they'd have a little more patience. But since she already has food on-hand, she figures she might as well look around for them.
THUMPâŚ
THUMPâŚ
THUMPâŚ
If it wasn't obvious to the remaining Imps before, they'd definitely be aware of it now; the Heiress is on the move. Palace rumbling as she drew closer, hallways echoing with the Witch's presence -- which, if it didn't belong to such a cute face, would sound straight out of a horror movie.
This was only strengthened by the way their previous two comrades went out: Imp A, from an outsider perspective, just straight up vanished without a trace. Imp B looked more like a trophy if anything, wrung out like a towel and still getting drained with each step of her swaying cheeks.
")(---EY! I'M GONNA FIND YOU -EV-ENS)(OALLY!!!"
All in all, her cheerful expression actually makes this look worse.
The bedroom imps, or as weâll designate them, IMP C, D, and E, the tallest, middle, and shortest of the imp group respectively , break for the hills as the sound of feferi approaching arrived, each of them finding different places to hide quickly.
IMP C, being the tallest imp of the group, chooses to hide near a pillow of a Clam themed chair, using the much larger object to cover himself.
IMP D, the middle man. Simply lies on itâs back, a gold coin it had taken from feferiâs chests lying over it, yet the imp itself gripping the circular currency for dear life, from the outside, it almost looked like a blanket for the imp
IMP E, the shortest, in a very quick rush, fearful for its life, rushed around the bedroom of the hive, until it spotted something, gifted sushi, a gift from some of her friends visiting the bubbles, cause just because you donât need to eat as a ghost anymore, doesnât mean you canât still dabble from time to time
Anyways IMP E jumps into a sushi roll, letting itself be covered up by the rice, itâs chalky skin working as camo for itself
IMP E and IMP C could only watch as feferi, in their minds, searched for them, only able to watch in horror as their comrade was swayed around with the peixes cheeks, still desperately humping into the princess wobblefat.
However, what made it truly horrifying for them, was that IMB B, beyond looking almost completely flat, with each thrust, looked like it was being dragged deeper into the bootyâs abyss, like a folded piece of paper being put into someoneâs ass, each thrust IMP B did not only threatening to make it jizz again, but threatened to make it join IMP Aâs fate within the wobblewagonâs crevice as well.
Something you generally learn about paradox space is that, regardless of how tampered something may be, everything will always be connected, everything will always be entertwined in some way
This goes for skass and its entities, different as it may be from skaia, at its core, it is still a skaia based entity, ergo, still connected to paradox space and itâs happening, even if how itâs connected is altered
This is to say, itâs no wonder then, how while the feferi is distracted during her time in the dream bubbles, a gaggle (3-5) of seemingly deleted ninja clothed chalk imps manage to sneak into the giant trollâs hive and start to sneak around it with her none the wiser, none of them reaching her knees in height, and one of them barley even reaching her ankle, they simply have one goal.
Steal as much as they can, or at least go out gooning if they get caught
Unfortunately for Feferi, this is where the downsides of her size come in; her colossal assets essentially creating a large blind spot from her front to her back, leaving plenty of free space for the imp gang to move around with the fuchsia being none the wiser.
3 of the imps do their role, running off around the hive to properly loot the mini giantessâs ghost palace, leaving 2 of them to properly take in the fushcia
To the second âshortestâ and second âtallestâ of the raid group, their programmed minds rewrite almost instantly, the sheer arousal the sight of the fushcia imparts in them enough to realign their entire wants,
Imp A. The second shortest, simply stand on ground level, just barely above her ankle, itâs little imp mind unable to register anything but immediate hands in pants jacking off, to it, feferi was the true treasure, complete and utter fap fuel
Imp B. However, had more ambitious goals, as their clawed (but not too sharp) hands latched at feferiâs skin, it started to climb feferi shadow of the colossus style, starting at their sides in attempting to reach the sides of their hips, it had much better ambitions then Imp A. And by god, if A had to be the distraction to do it if she notices them, by god will he use it
Luckily for the imps, Feferi's hive doubles as a wildlife facility, so she's pretty used to hearing oceanic fauna scurrying around her block and passed them off as some rowdy critters she'll have to round up later.
As for the remaining two, specifically the wannabe mountaineer; she simply assumed it was a too-friendly cuttlefish getting to know her, paying him little mind. Humming and hips swaying as she went back to her business.
Imp B simply tightens their grip, claws holding on despite the swaying hips, eventually managing to reach those glorious, glorious cheeks, hopping onto one and taking out a small, surprisingly portable camera, snapping a picture of the vast ass cleavage in front of them, really gotta make you wonder how they got one of those.
Imp A, continues to goon, their balls clenching as they let their forked tongue out, reeling their head back as the sight of those swaying cheeks makes them imagine feferi giving them a lapdance, squating low and hanging their cheeks over itâs entire body, letting out gargled imp noises that probably would translate to something like âTrollsowâ âFushcia Slutâ and âLike mother like daughterâ. All that jazz
Two imps filled with bounds of hubris, applied through different applications.
Of course she wouldn't know a thing Imp A is saying, even if the sounds obviously couldn't come from a 'cuttlefish', Feferi wasn't exactly one for keeping track of how many creatures were actually under her care.
"Feeding time is in an )(our⌠but if you cant wait t)(en you can )(elp yours)(ellf!"
She moves down to grab some snacks for the loudmouth critters, though without turning around, essentially leaves herself posed in one hell of a low squat, leaving the heiress haunchfat on full display for both imps.
IMP A widens itâs eyes seeing the troll girl pop such a slutty squat, but seeing itâs opportunity, it stands on itâs tippy toes, just BARLEY managing to submerge itâs tip into feferiâs fuckwagon, that intimidating yet utterly arousing sight of the fish princessâs wobblebutt being the thing it needs for itâs balls to clench and start firing premature ropes upon ropes into the gigantic ass cleavage of feferi peixes, itâs whole body shaking and shivering as the fushcia basically siphons cum out of the little guy without her even knowing.
Normally, this would deplete the impâs health, however, due to itâs nature as a deleted imp, it technically doesnât have a numbered bar, itâs HEALTH VIAL actually in the negatives around the classic -255 limit, meaning it gets to just fire rope after rope after rope into the princessâs buttcrack without a care in the world
IMP B, meanwhile, digs itâs hand into itâs ninja pants and pulls out itâs own rod, where its fellow imp is content with simply using feferi as wankfuel, IMP B wishes to truly revel in itâs debachery, as it strokes itself off, planning to slater the top of her ass cleavage in imp spunk, her tits next once itâs done, the ultimate victory for it as a underling, complete âhumiliationâ of the player.
She reaches into a cabinet looking around to get something for these varmints to chow down on, though she heavily underestimated how big the furniture in her house is, forcing her to rummage deep into it's contents.
"Now w)(ere did I put t)(e stuff..."
With how exaggerated her body's become, every movement and shift of her hips causes her mountainous rump to wobble and quake, giving Imp A the rodeo of it's (after)life and treating Imp B to a personal twerkshow.
IMP A immediate fails the rodeo and falls into the fish girlâs wobblewagon, as the only thing more hardcoded than underlingâs distain of players. Is paradox spaceâs need to always deal them comeuppance in any way, even with its taloned feet, it canât help it, being completely consumed and submerged by pure troll cheekage.
To say IMP B was in heaven would be an understatement, to it, Feferi was not only giving them a twerkshow, they were practically giving it a lapdance, itâs cockâŚno, itâs body too stiff to emote properly, itâs easy difficulty based code as the second shortest of the imp group compelling them to just fire violent imp jizz again and again through itâs tip into the vast clapping ass, even if itâs constant ropes pale in comparison to the sheer size of the peixes royal cockwringer, if even the witch managed to somehow drain itâs life as a lowly imp, IMP B will have considered it a life well lived.
Feferi backs off from the drawer, holding a tube of what looks to be those goldfish feeding flakes. Once she pulls back, her counterweight ass brings her down on the only place available, directly over IMP B.
"Oof⌠Sorry about t)(e wait, I'm not even sure if you can eat t)(is stuffâŚ"
Once she gets up, they aren't squeezed between her cheeks like IMP A, instead they get straight up flattened. On account of these imps being 'deleted', rather than poofing away into grist; Imp B would stubbornly persist as a cartoonish chalk-colored pancake against her colossal cheeks, it's rod still defiantly stiff between.
Imp B allows itself to stand normally as it feels it climax come to a end. Its white, chalky looking jizz just BARLEY leaking down feferiâs ass crack onto the floor, in its eyes, a defilement of the royal princess completed.
Of course meaning, it was time for itâs comeuppance itâs eyes wide as, almost in slow mo for the impâs vision, the fushciaâs ass depended upon him, like the moon descending upon the town of a certain infamous game.
Despite its flattening, IMP B had gotten the better fate, squeezed with overwhelming sensation, IMP A evidently just, stopped thinking, itâs programming too overstimulated having to deal with so many actions and feelings, resigned to eventually becoming a simple imp stain mark between feferiâs mountainous cockclappers. Despite this setback, IMP B, even as a pancake stuck hugging the crevice between these two wobblemounds, itâs cock chocked by trollcheeks, it refused to give, its pancaked hips struggling to pull back, before they start to thrust forward, starting to properly hump the fishgirl with all of its miniature, insignificant might.
With two of the imps technically down, now might be a good time to cut to the rest of the imps, currently exploring the princessâs hive for trinkets galore, primarily finding success in the chests coins and jewels sprawled across her bedroom, not to mention digging into various candies and snack the girl has been gifted, nothing saying a ghost canât still enjoy eating!
Something you generally learn about paradox space is that, regardless of how tampered something may be, everything will always be connected, everything will always be entertwined in some way
This goes for skass and its entities, different as it may be from skaia, at its core, it is still a skaia based entity, ergo, still connected to paradox space and itâs happening, even if how itâs connected is altered
This is to say, itâs no wonder then, how while the feferi is distracted during her time in the dream bubbles, a gaggle (3-5) of seemingly deleted ninja clothed chalk imps manage to sneak into the giant trollâs hive and start to sneak around it with her none the wiser, none of them reaching her knees in height, and one of them barley even reaching her ankle, they simply have one goal.
Steal as much as they can, or at least go out gooning if they get caught
Unfortunately for Feferi, this is where the downsides of her size come in; her colossal assets essentially creating a large blind spot from her front to her back, leaving plenty of free space for the imp gang to move around with the fuchsia being none the wiser.
3 of the imps do their role, running off around the hive to properly loot the mini giantessâs ghost palace, leaving 2 of them to properly take in the fushcia
To the second âshortestâ and second âtallestâ of the raid group, their programmed minds rewrite almost instantly, the sheer arousal the sight of the fushcia imparts in them enough to realign their entire wants,
Imp A. The second shortest, simply stand on ground level, just barely above her ankle, itâs little imp mind unable to register anything but immediate hands in pants jacking off, to it, feferi was the true treasure, complete and utter fap fuel
Imp B. However, had more ambitious goals, as their clawed (but not too sharp) hands latched at feferiâs skin, it started to climb feferi shadow of the colossus style, starting at their sides in attempting to reach the sides of their hips, it had much better ambitions then Imp A. And by god, if A had to be the distraction to do it if she notices them, by god will he use it
Luckily for the imps, Feferi's hive doubles as a wildlife facility, so she's pretty used to hearing oceanic fauna scurrying around her block and passed them off as some rowdy critters she'll have to round up later.
As for the remaining two, specifically the wannabe mountaineer; she simply assumed it was a too-friendly cuttlefish getting to know her, paying him little mind. Humming and hips swaying as she went back to her business.
Imp B simply tightens their grip, claws holding on despite the swaying hips, eventually managing to reach those glorious, glorious cheeks, hopping onto one and taking out a small, surprisingly portable camera, snapping a picture of the vast ass cleavage in front of them, really gotta make you wonder how they got one of those.
Imp A, continues to goon, their balls clenching as they let their forked tongue out, reeling their head back as the sight of those swaying cheeks makes them imagine feferi giving them a lapdance, squating low and hanging their cheeks over itâs entire body, letting out gargled imp noises that probably would translate to something like âTrollsowâ âFushcia Slutâ and âLike mother like daughterâ. All that jazz
Two imps filled with bounds of hubris, applied through different applications.
Of course she wouldn't know a thing Imp A is saying, even if the sounds obviously couldn't come from a 'cuttlefish', Feferi wasn't exactly one for keeping track of how many creatures were actually under her care.
"Feeding time is in an )(our⌠but if you cant wait t)(en you can )(elp yours)(ellf!"
She moves down to grab some snacks for the loudmouth critters, though without turning around, essentially leaves herself posed in one hell of a low squat, leaving the heiress haunchfat on full display for both imps.
IMP A widens itâs eyes seeing the troll girl pop such a slutty squat, but seeing itâs opportunity, it stands on itâs tippy toes, just BARLEY managing to submerge itâs tip into feferiâs fuckwagon, that intimidating yet utterly arousing sight of the fish princessâs wobblebutt being the thing it needs for itâs balls to clench and start firing premature ropes upon ropes into the gigantic ass cleavage of feferi peixes, itâs whole body shaking and shivering as the fushcia basically siphons cum out of the little guy without her even knowing.
Normally, this would deplete the impâs health, however, due to itâs nature as a deleted imp, it technically doesnât have a numbered bar, itâs HEALTH VIAL actually in the negatives around the classic -255 limit, meaning it gets to just fire rope after rope after rope into the princessâs buttcrack without a care in the world
IMP B, meanwhile, digs itâs hand into itâs ninja pants and pulls out itâs own rod, where its fellow imp is content with simply using feferi as wankfuel, IMP B wishes to truly revel in itâs debachery, as it strokes itself off, planning to slater the top of her ass cleavage in imp spunk, her tits next once itâs done, the ultimate victory for it as a underling, complete âhumiliationâ of the player.
She reaches into a cabinet looking around to get something for these varmints to chow down on, though she heavily underestimated how big the furniture in her house is, forcing her to rummage deep into it's contents.
"Now w)(ere did I put t)(e stuff..."
With how exaggerated her body's become, every movement and shift of her hips causes her mountainous rump to wobble and quake, giving Imp A the rodeo of it's (after)life and treating Imp B to a personal twerkshow.
IMP A immediate fails the rodeo and falls into the fish girlâs wobblewagon, as the only thing more hardcoded than underlingâs distain of players. Is paradox spaceâs need to always deal them comeuppance in any way, even with its taloned feet, it canât help it, being completely consumed and submerged by pure troll cheekage.
To say IMP B was in heaven would be an understatement, to it, Feferi was not only giving them a twerkshow, they were practically giving it a lapdance, itâs cockâŚno, itâs body too stiff to emote properly, itâs easy difficulty based code as the second shortest of the imp group compelling them to just fire violent imp jizz again and again through itâs tip into the vast clapping ass, even if itâs constant ropes pale in comparison to the sheer size of the peixes royal cockwringer, if even the witch managed to somehow drain itâs life as a lowly imp, IMP B will have considered it a life well lived.
do you ever get personally involved with players? and are there any you have your eye on?
Involved, yes, personally involved? no
Iâm basically yâallâs sorta, manual save resetter?
My job is basically to make sure yall donât get dead ended by any of the gameâs lewd end points
Your mind breaks, your bad ends, youâve seen those kinda porn games, my job is to make sure your adventure in sboob and sboob based activities doesnât just, softlock with those and leave yâall stuck in porn world forever. I come in, revert yâallâs point a bit, maybe make a offer that gives you a little buff to avoid your old fate, and put you back in the world Re:Zero style
As you can guess, doing that enough time, yâall kinda sorta just, lose differences to me.
That said, I do have one eye on ONE player
That Serket over on @scourgesluts, apparently took up our offer for a prestige play-through, Iâd be lying if I said watching someone so, infamous among the infamous playing our little game, even just a section of it, isnât a little entertaining
Something you generally learn about paradox space is that, regardless of how tampered something may be, everything will always be connected, everything will always be entertwined in some way
This goes for skass and its entities, different as it may be from skaia, at its core, it is still a skaia based entity, ergo, still connected to paradox space and itâs happening, even if how itâs connected is altered
This is to say, itâs no wonder then, how while the feferi is distracted during her time in the dream bubbles, a gaggle (3-5) of seemingly deleted ninja clothed chalk imps manage to sneak into the giant trollâs hive and start to sneak around it with her none the wiser, none of them reaching her knees in height, and one of them barley even reaching her ankle, they simply have one goal.
Steal as much as they can, or at least go out gooning if they get caught
Unfortunately for Feferi, this is where the downsides of her size come in; her colossal assets essentially creating a large blind spot from her front to her back, leaving plenty of free space for the imp gang to move around with the fuchsia being none the wiser.
3 of the imps do their role, running off around the hive to properly loot the mini giantessâs ghost palace, leaving 2 of them to properly take in the fushcia
To the second âshortestâ and second âtallestâ of the raid group, their programmed minds rewrite almost instantly, the sheer arousal the sight of the fushcia imparts in them enough to realign their entire wants,
Imp A. The second shortest, simply stand on ground level, just barely above her ankle, itâs little imp mind unable to register anything but immediate hands in pants jacking off, to it, feferi was the true treasure, complete and utter fap fuel
Imp B. However, had more ambitious goals, as their clawed (but not too sharp) hands latched at feferiâs skin, it started to climb feferi shadow of the colossus style, starting at their sides in attempting to reach the sides of their hips, it had much better ambitions then Imp A. And by god, if A had to be the distraction to do it if she notices them, by god will he use it
Luckily for the imps, Feferi's hive doubles as a wildlife facility, so she's pretty used to hearing oceanic fauna scurrying around her block and passed them off as some rowdy critters she'll have to round up later.
As for the remaining two, specifically the wannabe mountaineer; she simply assumed it was a too-friendly cuttlefish getting to know her, paying him little mind. Humming and hips swaying as she went back to her business.
Imp B simply tightens their grip, claws holding on despite the swaying hips, eventually managing to reach those glorious, glorious cheeks, hopping onto one and taking out a small, surprisingly portable camera, snapping a picture of the vast ass cleavage in front of them, really gotta make you wonder how they got one of those.
Imp A, continues to goon, their balls clenching as they let their forked tongue out, reeling their head back as the sight of those swaying cheeks makes them imagine feferi giving them a lapdance, squating low and hanging their cheeks over itâs entire body, letting out gargled imp noises that probably would translate to something like âTrollsowâ âFushcia Slutâ and âLike mother like daughterâ. All that jazz
Two imps filled with bounds of hubris, applied through different applications.
Of course she wouldn't know a thing Imp A is saying, even if the sounds obviously couldn't come from a 'cuttlefish', Feferi wasn't exactly one for keeping track of how many creatures were actually under her care.
"Feeding time is in an )(our⌠but if you cant wait t)(en you can )(elp yours)(ellf!"
She moves down to grab some snacks for the loudmouth critters, though without turning around, essentially leaves herself posed in one hell of a low squat, leaving the heiress haunchfat on full display for both imps.
IMP A widens itâs eyes seeing the troll girl pop such a slutty squat, but seeing itâs opportunity, it stands on itâs tippy toes, just BARLEY managing to submerge itâs tip into feferiâs fuckwagon, that intimidating yet utterly arousing sight of the fish princessâs wobblebutt being the thing it needs for itâs balls to clench and start firing premature ropes upon ropes into the gigantic ass cleavage of feferi peixes, itâs whole body shaking and shivering as the fushcia basically siphons cum out of the little guy without her even knowing.
Normally, this would deplete the impâs health, however, due to itâs nature as a deleted imp, it technically doesnât have a numbered bar, itâs HEALTH VIAL actually in the negatives around the classic -255 limit, meaning it gets to just fire rope after rope after rope into the princessâs buttcrack without a care in the world
IMP B, meanwhile, digs itâs hand into itâs ninja pants and pulls out itâs own rod, where its fellow imp is content with simply using feferi as wankfuel, IMP B wishes to truly revel in itâs debachery, as it strokes itself off, planning to slater the top of her ass cleavage in imp spunk, her tits next once itâs done, the ultimate victory for it as a underling, complete âhumiliationâ of the player.
Truth be told, me and the rest of the devs are just, sburb players that donât know the fuck weâre doing but trying anyways
You know that meteor those infamous group of trolls and humans were on that one time, we were like that on a ship, just sailing through the medium, we won our session, but none of us actually wanted to be actual like, gods, so we left
We found skass just, lying there, in a dead session one day, one of us still had their old copy of sburb and another had pretty good coding experience, so after a very tight vote (of which I lost). We decided to fuck around with this thing, leading to now.
The one benefit of them making me do this is that I can shit talk the others as much as I want and they canât do shit, because they put me in charge of making sure people stay alive and go home properly, they fire me, theyâre gonna get a loooooootta inter universal lawsuits on their hands
Though, I will admit, deep down, the concept of turning sburb into a porn game is, kinda funny, in a weird way
if one were to play sboob, what is the biggest and smallest dicksize one could encounter?
Rob here, Iâm gonna let you in on a little secret
By technicality, the smaller and biggest are technically split, the smallest youâre gonna get is the lich, the motherfucker in charge of enemy stats thought it was a good idea that instead of just making it a toggle, to instead make the thing a percentage slider and cap the lich at 0, making it technically still have a dick in the gameâs code.
Beyond that, the actual smallest would probably be the basilisk, despite what the beastiary will tell you, most of those things tend to be like, a ruler big, saves on processing power, apparently
Biggest depends on what you mean, if you mean for underlings alone, orges are gonna be biggest by a mile, those fuckers are basically hulk in horny skin, Iâve seen cocks on those things reach house heights
If you biggest in the general game entities, thatâs that one rare king entity we have, the three eyed one, all the other devs like to vague post but, skass really likes that thing, makes his cock the fattest thing no matter the session
Alright. Fuck it, seems upper management wants me to give this thing a face for people to properly talk to for FAQ, so screw it, yall are getting a face. The full thing
Howdy, ignore the doctor strange cosplay, itâs a cross between a family thing and a game thing
Nameâs Robert Patina, you can call me Rob for short, Mage of Rune (do NOT ask, Iâll have to do a whole thing about it if you do), and the dev of this game in charge of the revival/teleportation code department.
Essentially, if youâre playing a actual game of sboob, Iâm the guy making the sure the code for your session revives you and making sure that you can actually go back and forth through the medium if youâre a part of our prestige package, also get to make a little deal making but thatâs here nor there
Something you generally learn about paradox space is that, regardless of how tampered something may be, everything will always be connected, everything will always be entertwined in some way
This goes for skass and its entities, different as it may be from skaia, at its core, it is still a skaia based entity, ergo, still connected to paradox space and itâs happening, even if how itâs connected is altered
This is to say, itâs no wonder then, how while the feferi is distracted during her time in the dream bubbles, a gaggle (3-5) of seemingly deleted ninja clothed chalk imps manage to sneak into the giant trollâs hive and start to sneak around it with her none the wiser, none of them reaching her knees in height, and one of them barley even reaching her ankle, they simply have one goal.
Steal as much as they can, or at least go out gooning if they get caught
Unfortunately for Feferi, this is where the downsides of her size come in; her colossal assets essentially creating a large blind spot from her front to her back, leaving plenty of free space for the imp gang to move around with the fuchsia being none the wiser.
3 of the imps do their role, running off around the hive to properly loot the mini giantessâs ghost palace, leaving 2 of them to properly take in the fushcia
To the second âshortestâ and second âtallestâ of the raid group, their programmed minds rewrite almost instantly, the sheer arousal the sight of the fushcia imparts in them enough to realign their entire wants,
Imp A. The second shortest, simply stand on ground level, just barely above her ankle, itâs little imp mind unable to register anything but immediate hands in pants jacking off, to it, feferi was the true treasure, complete and utter fap fuel
Imp B. However, had more ambitious goals, as their clawed (but not too sharp) hands latched at feferiâs skin, it started to climb feferi shadow of the colossus style, starting at their sides in attempting to reach the sides of their hips, it had much better ambitions then Imp A. And by god, if A had to be the distraction to do it if she notices them, by god will he use it
Luckily for the imps, Feferi's hive doubles as a wildlife facility, so she's pretty used to hearing oceanic fauna scurrying around her block and passed them off as some rowdy critters she'll have to round up later.
As for the remaining two, specifically the wannabe mountaineer; she simply assumed it was a too-friendly cuttlefish getting to know her, paying him little mind. Humming and hips swaying as she went back to her business.
Imp B simply tightens their grip, claws holding on despite the swaying hips, eventually managing to reach those glorious, glorious cheeks, hopping onto one and taking out a small, surprisingly portable camera, snapping a picture of the vast ass cleavage in front of them, really gotta make you wonder how they got one of those.
Imp A, continues to goon, their balls clenching as they let their forked tongue out, reeling their head back as the sight of those swaying cheeks makes them imagine feferi giving them a lapdance, squating low and hanging their cheeks over itâs entire body, letting out gargled imp noises that probably would translate to something like âTrollsowâ âFushcia Slutâ and âLike mother like daughterâ. All that jazz
Two imps filled with bounds of hubris, applied through different applications.
Something you generally learn about paradox space is that, regardless of how tampered something may be, everything will always be connected, everything will always be entertwined in some way
This goes for skass and its entities, different as it may be from skaia, at its core, it is still a skaia based entity, ergo, still connected to paradox space and itâs happening, even if how itâs connected is altered
This is to say, itâs no wonder then, how while the feferi is distracted during her time in the dream bubbles, a gaggle (3-5) of seemingly deleted ninja clothed chalk imps manage to sneak into the giant trollâs hive and start to sneak around it with her none the wiser, none of them reaching her knees in height, and one of them barley even reaching her ankle, they simply have one goal.
Steal as much as they can, or at least go out gooning if they get caught
Unfortunately for Feferi, this is where the downsides of her size come in; her colossal assets essentially creating a large blind spot from her front to her back, leaving plenty of free space for the imp gang to move around with the fuchsia being none the wiser.
3 of the imps do their role, running off around the hive to properly loot the mini giantessâs ghost palace, leaving 2 of them to properly take in the fushcia
To the second âshortestâ and second âtallestâ of the raid group, their programmed minds rewrite almost instantly, the sheer arousal the sight of the fushcia imparts in them enough to realign their entire wants,
Imp A. The second shortest, simply stand on ground level, just barely above her ankle, itâs little imp mind unable to register anything but immediate hands in pants jacking off, to it, feferi was the true treasure, complete and utter fap fuel
Imp B. However, had more ambitious goals, as their clawed (but not too sharp) hands latched at feferiâs skin, it started to climb feferi shadow of the colossus style, starting at their sides in attempting to reach the sides of their hips, it had much better ambitions then Imp A. And by god, if A had to be the distraction to do it if she notices them, by god will he use it
Sweeps ago you and a group of friends began playing a CERTAIN GAME that resulted in THE EXTINCTION OF TROLLKIND.
You hail from a timeline where you and your EX-MOIRAIL achieved the GOD-TIER STATUS, leading to a chain reaction which stopped an event known as "MURDERSTUCK" causing your timeline to offshoot and become DOOMED. Now you spend your days in the DREAM BUBBLES talking to old friends and seeing new faces.
... it was unwinnable, despite us doing everything we can to not fuck things up, but still.
would that disqualify me from playing this... update? mod? i have no idea what to call sboob
Hot Damn, a actual honest to god sburb player, thought yâall were a dying breed
Listen, I ainât supposed to do this casually, corporate game dev speak and all, but I feel bad, so Iâll let you in on a little secret
you can absolutely play sboob off of sburb, itâs practically a glorified mod that shows itself off as a new game
I canât guarantee a new universe, this thing was literally themed around âwhat if sburb had a sex modâ, obviously we donât have the techno metaphysical skills for universe creation, but I trust you and your coplayers can figure it out
Big tip: talk with your denizen when you get in, the code we got from sburb had the denizen stuff haaaaaaardcoded in, so you should be fine
While we have coded the abilities and AI for Underlings mixed with exotic prototypings. We here at SBOOB do not recommend the act of infusing imps with any prototyping that would trigger the spawning of exotic imps, especially uranium imps
They are very sly bastards, and their affinity for space time manipulation due to the material is not to underestimated, even jf they tend to use it to time stop fuck people most of the time
We are SkassCom, a Skaianet Spinoff Company dedicated to reconstructing the exciting adventures of our former parent companyâs game without the death, existential nightmare, and constant fear of death it may have caused you and your loved ones.
If youâre receiving this, we have found your profile overwhelming impressive enough to invite you to our experimental new feature:
[VIRTUAL LAND RECONSTRUCTION]
For months, we have used the data from multiple raid tests and left over data from your session to reconstruct Sburb/Sgurbâs land creation, and we believe we have discovered a way to recreate the experience, without the world ending apocalypse.
Below this text will be a currency selector, textbox and your prompt, if you so choose to opt in, you can choose to opt out at any time, and you will be rewarded with however much you demanded for your cooperation in whatever format you desire, no matter the price,
We hope for your cooperation, we understand you were a formidable Sgurb player, so we hope you join and enjoy this new, yet familiar experience
With many thanks.
- @the-sboob-archives
[True to Their Word, here is a textbox that Vriska can freely input any amount of numbers in]
[JOIN THE EXPERIENCE?]
[>YES/>NO]
[>YES]
She skims through a good majority of the contents, eyes focusing on mentions of Sgrub and a cash reward then accepting without any hesitation. Of course money and some sweet loot would be a pretty good motivator but it's been AAAAAAAAGES since she'd have anything close to a challenge.
Now for her reward. The currency? Boondollars is pretty much the only option anymore, given it's universal value and the amount of aliens she's been interacting with lately. As for the amount, she just types in 8 sets of 8. Go figure.
The monitor she used to answer the ask goes black, before suddenly going a full white, the classic sgurb interchanging constantly shifting logo on screen over a bar starts to load.
But somethingâsâŚ.different about this logo, obviously the coloring, a constant pink compared to sburb blue and sgurbâs purple, but just from itâs vibes alone, the shapes it makes when it shifts, itâs hard to describe from words alone.
But before long, the bar finishes loading, the screen goes black again, befor- JESUS CHRIST
A solid pink light almost flashbangs the serket from the moniter, forcing her to have to close her eyes, upon reopening them, the serket will see that things have beenâŚ.changedâŚ
For one, she finds herself standing in her hive, out the window, a familiar sight alongside the familiar smell of sea water.
Itâs very much altered compared to its orginal, the map sky is gone, and she can see little islands in the distance alongside what looks to be a castle in the horizon, but between the almost endless expanse of water, the compass roses adorning the sky, and the skyâs color, thereâs no doubt about it
Itâs LOMAT, aside from a few changes, itâs almost beat for beat the Land of Maps and Treasure.
For two. The moniter now reads:
[GOAL: DEFEAT THE PIRATE KING, IMPBEARD]
With the sudden disappearance of the hero of light [8 YEARS] ago, the waters of this land have aged with time, new islands have been discovered, civilizations have been formed, and a new upcoming underling, Impbeard, has chosen to rise to power in the heroâs absence, taking control of many coastal towns along with his crew of trusted underlings, Defeat Him, Free the Consorts, and you shall be handsomely rewarded with [8 Sets of 8]
In the top right corner, she sees a red power symbol, obviously meant to be the emergency exit mode if she decides to opt out at any time.
For Three. Her Wardrobe has changed, where once was whatever attire she was previously wearing, she finds herself now in her old pirate flarping attire, albeit with changes as well
Her Coat has been almost cut in half, ending at her waist instead of a bit above her boots, to compensate for this, the coat has now been stylized as a jacket, and on itâs back is the classic serket Scorpio Symbol, in bright yellow, Light (The aspect) Yellow
Her shirt has changed into a tanktop, one that felt hand crafted to be comfortable yet exposing, barley able to handle the sheer mounds that are Vriskaâs breasts, in the middle right infront of her cleavage, where the Scorpio should be, is the Sun, the Symbol for Light, Colored in Dark Blue, her symbolâs colors
Her pants seem relatively unchanged, they just seem to be jeans now, tight jeans at that, jeans unable to hold the sheer girth of her spider assmeat, leaving a little spot between where the top of her pants end and the shirt/coat begin thatâs just, pure ass cleavage, utterly free for the taking.
Her boots? unchanged, thought the bottoms now feel less like pirate boots and more likeâŚsneakers
All in all, a sluttier remix of her flarp outfit.
And finally, for four, rattling can be heard from her closet, what exactly is unknown, but somethingâs absolutely in there.
We here at Skasscom Understand it has been a long, long time since youâve heard any update from us, we apologize
As thanks for waiting for so long, we give you our new latest update!!
THE IMP UPDATE
- Impsâs Affinity for Darkness and Shadows have been buffed, imps can now almost completely disappear regardless of their clothes in darkened areas save for their eyes
- darkened areas can now allow imps and liches to recharge their vitality and magic respectively
- Two new imp types have been created and implemented:
General Imps, now a chance to spawn along side normal imps, widely regarded by the sboob community as âHorned Impsâ, they seem to be considered a inbetween between the regular imps and imp king, a sort of mini mini boss, while theyâre much sturdier and forceful compared to the average imp, they still have the same general weakness of the typical imp (Semen Amount = Vitality, Lack of Sperm = Defeat)
Imp King: Skassâs first miniboss, The leader of the imps proper, unlike other imps and underlings (besides occasionally orges), Imp Kings will only spawn by themselves, and if players choose to enter sboobâs virtual incipisphere, they will typically spawn in underling castles, new structures created to house game entities and unleash them onto the world
One Imp King exists per castle, and despite their bodily size, should not be taken lightly, they are the most bloated of the imp archetypes, and despite sharing the same weakness of their brethren, their production is so overclocked that we, the devs, advise you not to take a imp king on your own
Occasionally, Imp Kings will spawn being capable of majyyks, splitting into one of two types
Classpect Mimicry: A glitch made rare feature, imp kings have the chance to spawn capable of wielding powers that, upon inspection, heavily resemble Classpect abilities, from the time stop of time, to the size increasing and decreasing of space, to the mental fuckery of mind, to the bonds of blood.
Normal Magic: the typical experience, the same magics liches engage with, buffs, debuffs, static effects, all the like.
We at Skass apologize for the long wait, and we hope you enjoy this new update!
(( All art featured here is not mine, it belongs to the fantastic AChavicGerman
(( they created a FANTASTIC underling concept and it inspired me to make my own (albeit worse), check them out, theyâre a fantastic hyper artist and deserve to be checked out
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