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Leave him alone with his T.V. There is other cock in the house.

Kantus — Tue, 23 May 2023 19:45:37 GMT

Kantus:

You huff disappointedly, sliding off Steven's knee. You toss your blouse over your shoulder, retrieve your bra from the kitchen and redress. It had been a month and half since he's last taken the time to fuck your brains out. A few years ago, all it would take was one look at your magnificent melons to drive him into a fuck frenzy, but for some reason he just wasn't as virile anymore. You love him dearly, you think as you climb the stairs, but if he can't or won't get it up for you, you'll just have to find it somewhere else.

You start towards your room at the far end of the upstairs. It's late, maybe you should just get ready for bed. Your combination of horniness and frustration has emboldened you somewhat, however. You think of little Timmy as you pass the door to his room, his adorable curiosity, his tempting boycock... But as enticing as the possibility of living out your fantasy is, he was still a small boy. Perhaps something more... substantial, is in order? Jacob seemed to have grown quite a bit over the last year, the speedos he wore to swim meets suggesting he was packing quite a tool between his legs. Still, as tempting as the boys were, it might be better to play it safe. You knew Heather had some pretty nice dildos - you've borrowed one a few times in the past without her noticing.

*[[Go see what Timmy's up to.]]
*[[Knock on Jacob's door.]]
*[[Attempt to "borrow" one of Heather's dildos.]]
*[[Go up to your room and change.|Get ready for bed.]]
[[Category: Family Ties]]
[[Category: FT Stacy]]

Leave him alone with his T.V. There is other cock in the house.

Kantus — Tue, 23 May 2023 19:45:13 GMT

Kantus:

You huff disappointedly, sliding off Steven's knee. You toss your blouse over your shoulder, retrieve your bra from the kitchen and redress. It had been a month and half since he's last taken the time to fuck your brains out. A few years ago, all it would take was one look at your magnificent melons to drive him into a fuck frenzy, but for some reason he just wasn't as virile anymore. You love him dearly, you think as you climb the stairs, but if he can't or won't get it up for you, you'll just have to find it somewhere else.

You start towards your room at the far end of the upstairs. It's late, maybe you should just get ready for bed. Your combination of horniness and frustration has emboldened you somewhat, however. You think of little Timmy as you pass the door to his room, his adorable curiosity, his tempting boycock... But as enticing as the possibility of living out your fantasy is, he was still a small boy. Perhaps something more... substantial, is in order? Jacob seemed to have grown quite a bit over the last year, the speedos he wore to swim meets suggesting he was packing quite a tool between his legs. Still, as tempting as the boys were, it might be better to play it safe. You knew Heather had some pretty nice dildos - you've borrowed one a few times in the past without her noticing.

*[[Go see what Timmy's up to.]]
*[[Knock on Jacob's door.]]
*[[Attempt to "borrow" one of Heather's dildos.]]
*[[Get ready for bed|Go up to your room and change.]]
[[Category: Family Ties]]
[[Category: FT Stacy]]

Leave him alone with his T.V. There is other cock in the house.

Kantus — Tue, 23 May 2023 19:44:45 GMT

Kantus:

You huff disappointedly, sliding off Steven's knee. You toss your blouse over your shoulder, retrieve your bra from the kitchen and redress. It had been a month and half since he's last taken the time to fuck your brains out. A few years ago, all it would take was one look at your magnificent melons to drive him into a fuck frenzy, but for some reason he just wasn't as virile anymore. You love him dearly, you think as you climb the stairs, but if he can't or won't get it up for you, you'll just have to find it somewhere else.

You start towards your room at the far end of the upstairs. It's late, maybe you should just get ready for bed. Your combination of horniness and frustration has emboldened you somewhat, however. You think of little Timmy as you pass the door to his room, his adorable curiosity, his tempting boycock... But as enticing as the possibility of living out your fantasy is, he was still a small boy. Perhaps something more... substantial, is in order? Jacob seemed to have grown quite a bit over the last year, the speedos he wore to swim meets suggesting he was packing quite a tool between his legs. Still, as tempting as the boys were, it might be better to play it safe. You knew Heather had some pretty nice dildos - you've borrowed one a few times in the past without her noticing.

*[[Go see what Timmy's up to.]]
*[[Knock on Jacob's door.]]
*[[Attempt to "borrow" one of Heather's dildos.]]
*[[Get ready for bed| Go up to your room and change.]]
[[Category: Family Ties]]
[[Category: FT Stacy]]

User talk:FurryEditor168

Kantus — Sun, 14 Aug 2016 06:47:54 GMT

Kantus:

FurryEditor168's talk page.

Frankly I forgot Suckubus even existed. Do with it as you see fit. --[[User:Kantus|Kantus]] 06:47, 14 August 2016 (UTC)

D&D: Confront the woman about this situation and find out everything you can before you continue.

Kantus — Wed, 27 Jul 2016 08:39:19 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You start back quickly towards the village woman. "You need to tell me everything you know, ''now''." you say, planting your fists on your wide hips. "What did you-" "That ove…'

You start back quickly towards the village woman. "You need to tell me everything you know, ''now''." you say, planting your fists on your wide hips.

"What did you-"

"That over there is my guide, reduced to ash and bones!" you say in anger born more of irritation than any emotional attachment to your guide. "Is this what happens if you go too far from the village? What causes this? I need to know whatever you can tell me before I go any further, otherwise I can't help you."

Tears fill the woman's eyes. She struggles to maintain her composure as she starts speaking, "Y-yes ma'am. Anyone who tries to flee simply turns to dust if they get too far. Your guide, he must have gone to the village to resupply. Anyone who gets too close falls under its influence, and if they try to leave..."

You already don't like the sound of this. "Tell me everything. When it started, who or what is involved, anything will help."

"I-it started four months ago. Two of the village boys came back from hunting, said they'd found a ruined hut of some kind. Penn, the younger one, he started acting... strange. Got quiet, wouldn't spend time with anyone that wasn't his brother. The only thing he seemed interested in was that ruin. Hedric, h-his brother, didn't like the place much, gave him the creeps, but the game was plentiful out that way, so they went together often anyway. Then, about two months ago... you have to understand I was visiting some relatives in Neverwinter at the time, and nobody seems to want to talk much about it. All they tell me is two months ago, Penn came back, but... Hedric didn't. Some say he was carrying some totem or something, others say he was soaked in blood and holding a knife. Whichever it was, he locked himself a cellar and hasn't come out. We know he's still in there, we hear him talking to... someone. We didn't know about the curse until his parents tried to go to Waterdeep for help. His poor mother stopped for some reason and his father walked ahead when... when she... saw him just... just..." The woman begins to break down.

"It's okay," you say, touching her shoulder reassuringly. "Breathe. Is there anything else you can tell me?"

The woman sniffles and sobs as she tries to collect herself. "J-just... just that... this might not mean anything, but it's so damned uncanny... a black wolf with pale blue eyes started popping up at the outskirts of the village around the time Penn started acting odd. It doesn't hurt anything, just... stares. One of the village men tries to feed it - everyone else thinks he's insane, think the wolf's got something to do with it - but it won't eat anything offered, just darts off if he tries to get close."

This has all the hallmarks of a cursed object. Possessing an innocent, causing odd behavior, culminating in a murder. What made you curious was the curse on the village. Most cursed objects you had read about or dealt with were about spreading fear and causing havoc. There must be something else going on here if it was choosing to remain in one place. You could start with the village, get a sense for any magic in the area, speak to some townsfolk. The ruined hut would be a good place to check out, too, in case something there held any clues. But there was a small, selfish part of you that wanted little more than to get away from here before you fell under this curse yourself...

[[D&D: Go to the village with the woman and find out what you can there.]]

[[D&D: Find the ruined hut and see what secrets it may have to reveal about this situation.]]

[[D&D: This is more than you bargained for. Start back for Waterdeep and hope your supplies hold out.]]

[[Category:Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: Agree, but insist you check with your guide first and alert him to the change in plans.

Kantus — Wed, 27 Jul 2016 07:42:09 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You sigh. You realize you have little idea what you're getting yourself into, but you can't pass up a chance at earning a fresh set of clothes and some much-needed spare provisi…'

You sigh. You realize you have little idea what you're getting yourself into, but you can't pass up a chance at earning a fresh set of clothes and some much-needed spare provisions. "Alright, I'll help." The woman's face lights up. "But I have to let my guide know about the change in plans." The man was nice enough but you just knew he was going to jack up the price on his services for this.

"Oh of course, m'aldy, whatever you need!" the woman says ecstatically. "Thank you, thank you so much!"

"I expect payment," you say as you slide out of the water. "I need provisions and clothes. We can discuss the rest with your village elder or whoever is in charge after the job is done."

"Oh, yes, of course, absolutely," the woman says, climbing to her feet and collecting her herbs. You catch her checking out your wet, naked form. You smirk and put an extra bit of sway in your hips as you walk around to dry off and put your clothes back on.

Together you head back to the road. Something immediately strikes you as off. Your guide was nowhere to be found. It's possible he got fed up of waiting and simply left, but you hadn't been asleep that long when the woman found you. You spot something near a tree a few dozen yards in the opposite direction of the woman's village. You start in that direction, but the woman stops after a few steps. "I can't go that far," she says nervously. "The curse... if I do, I'll..."

"Then stay right there where I can see you," you say. You approach the object, recognizing it as your guide's travel pack. His clothes are still with it, arms looped through the straps, but in his clothing was only dust and bones. A chill runs down your spine. You cast a spell of detection and immediately know that this was the work of dark magic. You suddenly realize you never asked for any details of this woman's situation. This may be more than you bargained for.

[[D&D: Start back for Waterdeep while you still can.]]

[[D&D: Confront the woman about this situation and find out everything you can before you continue.]]

[[D&D: The woman and her hedge-mage partner spring a trap on you!]]

[[Category:Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: A women from a nearby village spots you after entering your spell

Kantus — Wed, 27 Jul 2016 07:25:02 GMT

Kantus:

While napping peacefully post-orgasm, you fail to notice the veil of your illusion being pierced. A woman dressed in plain, loose-fitting clothes carrying a wicker basket wanders to the water's edge. She bends down and starts collecting waterside herbs, oblivious at first to your presence. But as she finishes collecting her first batch, she turns and gasps, clasping her hand over her mouth and nearly dropping her basket. Realizing you weren't a drowned corpse, she clams herself, and as quietly as she could, began to inch towards you.

But when the woman steps on a twig, the sound of it breaking causes you to snap awake. Your sudden motion startles woman, who stumbles back and spills her herbs onto the ground as she lands on her ass. You look at her and realize immediately she wasn't a threat, so you lower yourself a little more into the water to keep your breasts obscure and say, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!"

"I didn't see you there when I came!" the woman exclaimed. "I'm- I'm sorry!"

You're a little upset at yourself for this, to be honest - this time it was just some plain village woman, but it could have been a bugbear or an opportunistic rogue. "I had an illusion up to prevent... exactly this, actually," you say, shrugging, "but you seem harmless enough. I'm Talenei, by the way."

"A spell...?" the woman says disbelievingly. "You're a wizard?"

"Sorceress, actually," you correct her. You didn't like being mixed up for those stuck-up, boring bookworms. "But a spellcaster nonetheless."

A look of internal conflict crosses the woman's face. She crawls onto her hands and knees and prostrates herself. "Please, Talenei, you have to help my village! A curse has befallen us. We haven't had any adventurers come through in months, and we can't get help from Waterdeep."

You find yourself curious, but you haven't forgotten why you're out here to start with. Your destination wasn't far now. From the look of this woman, you doubt the village would have anything of interest to offer in exchange for your services. Still, a whole village owing you a debt of gratitude could be handy for other things. They should have some provisions to spare, as well, which would be a boon for your journey given your streak of bad luck so far.

[[D&D: Agree to help the woman and follow her to her village immediately.]]

[[D&D: Agree, but insist you check with your guide first and alert him to the change in plans.]]

[[D&D: Refuse and return to your guide.]]

[[Category:Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: A women from a nearby village spots you after entering your spell

Kantus — Wed, 27 Jul 2016 07:21:13 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'While napping peacefully post-orgasm, you fail to notice the veil of your illusion being pierced. A woman dressed in plain, loose-fitting clothes carrying a wicker basket wander…'

While napping peacefully post-orgasm, you fail to notice the veil of your illusion being pierced. A woman dressed in plain, loose-fitting clothes carrying a wicker basket wanders to the water's edge. She bends down and starts collecting waterside herbs, oblivious at first to your presence. But as she finishes collecting her first batch, she turns and gasps, clasping her hand over her mouth and nearly dropping her basket. Realizing you weren't a drowned corpse, she clams herself, and as quietly as she could, began to inch towards you.

But when the woman steps on a twig, the sound of it breaking causes you to snap awake. Your sudden motion startles woman, who stumbles back and spills her herbs onto the ground as she lands on her ass. You look at her and realize immediately she wasn't a threat, so you lower yourself a little more into the water to keep your breasts obscure and say, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!"

"I didn't see you there when I came!" the woman exclaimed. "I'm- I'm sorry!"

You're a little upset at yourself for this, to be honest - this time it was just some plain village woman, but it could have been a bugbear or an opportunistic rogue. "I had an illusion up to prevent... exactly this, actually," you say, shrugging, "but you seem harmless enough. I'm Talenei, by the way."

"A spell...?" the woman says disbelievingly. "You're a wizard?"

"Sorceress, actually," you correct her. You didn't like being mixed up for those stuck-up, boring bookworms. "But a spellcaster nonetheless."

A look of internal conflict crosses the woman's face. She crawls onto her hands and knees and prostrates herself. "Please, Talenei, you have to help my village! A curse has befallen us. We haven't had any adventurers come through in months, and we can't get help from Waterdeep."

You find yourself curious, but you haven't forgotten why you're out here to start with. Your destination wasn't far now and you weren't in danger of running out of supplies. From the look of this woman, you doubt the village would have anything of interest to offer in exchange for your services. Still, a whole village owing you a debt of gratitude could be handy for other things.

[[D&D: Agree to help the woman and follow her to her village immediately.]]

[[D&D: Agree, but insist you check with your guide first and alert him to the change in plans.]]

[[D&D: Refuse and return to your guide.]]

[[Category:Dungeons and Dragons]]

Pokesex/Boy/Unova/Hilbert/Tepig/Home/Downstairs/Mom Talk/Titfuck

Kantus — Fri, 08 Jul 2016 01:23:22 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'Visions of Bianca's melons dance in your head. Your mom's are even bigger. You know what you must do. "...I would really like to fuck your tits," you state in a hushed tone, t…'

Visions of Bianca's melons dance in your head. Your mom's are even bigger. You know what you must do.

"...I would really like to fuck your tits," you state in a hushed tone, trying to sound a little sheepish. "I-if that's okay, I mean."

"Oh, sweetie, I..." your mom starts. She diverts her gaze and thinks on it a moment, her cheeks turning bright red. She nervously tugs at the hem of her shirt and says, "It's not like we're actually having sex or anything, so... if it's what my sweet boy really wants." She pulls her top over her head and drop it at her side.

"Oh, believe me, it ''is'' what I really want," you say. You plop down on the couch and motion to your mom to get between your legs. She kneels obediently, discarding her bra. Her tits are definitely natural.

Your mother looks in awe as you whip your cock out. It's pretty sweet, if you do say so yourself, and you do. Mom seems to agree. She produces some oil from a convenient location and starts rubbing it on her tits. This isn't her first rodeo, evidently. Finally, with a deep breath, she moves forward and envelops your hard cock in her soft tits. She squeezes and kneads them together, pumping up and down. "Do mommy's tits feel nice on your dick, sweetie?"

"Ohh yeah..." you sigh happily. This wasn't how you thought your day would be going thus far, but it was hard to complain about getting to sit there and do nothing while your mother used her awesome rack to pump your dick. Her erect nipples stare you in the face, bouncing up and down, up and down. But soon enough you find yourself needing to occupy your hands. So you reach out and roughly grab your moms tits, pinching and rolling her nipples at first, then taking both tits in your hands and pumping yourself.

"Gentle, baby!" your mother pleads as you pump hard and fast. But you're not feeling gentle right now. As a matter of fact, you're feeling...

"I'm gonna cum, mom!" you say, shortly following with a load groan and several ropey streams of cum. You get it all over her tits and neck, and your hands and cock.

"Oh... my..." your mom says.

"Ugh..." you grunt, lifting your cum-soaked hands off your mom's tits.

"Oh, don't worry about the mess. I'm happy to clean that up myself," she says, licking your hands clean lewdly, then proceeding to clean off your cock with the care and attention only mom can give.

Your mom doesn't even bother to clean up, she just stands and goes back to her chores. ''A little gross, but kind hot'', you think. You put your little Pokemon Master away.

[[Pokesex/Boy/Unova/Hilbert/Tepig/Nuvema|Now that mom's tits are drenched and your balls are emptied, time to catch up with your friends.]]
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Pokesex/Boy/Unova/Hilbert/Tepig/Home/Downstairs/Mom Talk/Sex

Kantus — Thu, 07 Jul 2016 22:11:39 GMT

Kantus: Created page with '''Go big or go home,'' you think to yourself. "I really want to fuck you. Pretty please?" Your mother's eyes go wide, her cheeks flushing bright red. "Baby, that's... I can'…'

''Go big or go home,'' you think to yourself. "I really want to fuck you. Pretty please?"

Your mother's eyes go wide, her cheeks flushing bright red. "Baby, that's... I can't. I won't. I'm sorry."

"Why not?" you moan childishly, hoping to sway her with the "disappointed child" act.

"I just... can't. It's too far. If you'd asked for something smaller, maybe I could have, but... I can't do that. Not with my son."

You do your best to force tears into your eyes, but it's in vain. Your mom may be a doormat, but even she has her limits, and she's giving you that look that means you've reached them.

Well, shit.

[[Pokesex/Boy/Unova/Hilbert/Tepig/Home/Downstairs/Mom Talk/Sex/Nonconsensual|Guess it's time to get assertive.]]

[[Pokesex/Boy/Unova/Hilbert/Tepig/Nuvema|May as well catch up with your friends.]]
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Pokesex/Boy/Unova/Hilbert/Tepig/Home/Downstairs/Mom Talk

Kantus — Thu, 07 Jul 2016 22:03:44 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You realize just how riled up you managed to get yourself staring at Bianca's sweet curves. Unfortunately, she's proven to be pretty oblivious. You could get past that with a l…'

You realize just how riled up you managed to get yourself staring at Bianca's sweet curves. Unfortunately, she's proven to be pretty oblivious. You could get past that with a little time and effort, but screw that, you want some action now. It's at this point that you look back at your mom. You realize she's pretty hot, considering she's like 40 or something. You also realize that she's kind of a doormat - a sweet, caring doormat, but a doormat nonetheless. If you asked nicely, she'd probably do just about anything. And besides, what kind of mommy would refuse to help her sweet baby boy relax and unwind a bit?

"Hey, mom?" you begin.

"I said don't worry about the mess!" she snaps back.

"No, it's not about that!" you say, mildly irritated.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie," she says. "Did you want something?"

"Yes, actually, I..."

[[Pokesex/Boy/Unova/Hilbert/Tepig/Home/Downstairs/Mom Talk/Titfuck|"...would really like to fuck your tits, if that's okay?]]

[[Pokesex/Boy/Unova/Hilbert/Tepig/Home/Downstairs/Mom Talk/Blowjob|"...could really use a blowjob right about now, if it's not too much trouble?"]]

[[Pokesex/Boy/Unova/Hilbert/Tepig/Home/Downstairs/Mom Talk/Sex|"...really want to fuck you. Pretty please?"]]

[[Pokesex/Boy/Unova/Hilbert/Tepig/Nuvema|"...just wanted to say I love you. Bye!"]]
[[Category:Pokesex]]

Give the twelfth graders easy questions.

Kantus — Fri, 27 Nov 2015 22:26:44 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You rattle off a few more no-brainers and shed your remaining shoe and socks. You cross your arms under your impressive bust and say with an impish smile, "I guess you'll know f…'

You rattle off a few more no-brainers and shed your remaining shoe and socks. You cross your arms under your impressive bust and say with an impish smile, "I guess you'll know for sure whether or not I'm really serious after this next question, won't you? Ready?" The students murmur, the boys all nodding with cautious enthusiasm. "What was thrown into Boston Harbor on December 13th, 1773?"

A brief silence as their minds all worked, broken by an excited "Tea!" from Brandon.

"Yes," you say, fingers slowly starting at the top button on your blouse, "tea. The Boston Tea Party." The tightly pulled buttons across your chest pop open one by one, revealing your sizable breasts pent up into song-worthy cleavage by a lavender bra. You pull the fully undone garment from the waist of your slacks and toss it haphazardly into the crowd, landing squarely on a slack-jawed boy's desk. "Told you I was serious," you purr with a wink. "Who became a civil rights figure by simply refusing to move to the back of a bus?"

"Rosa Parks," a large black student responds without missing a beat.

"Very good," you say, swaying your hips as you undo your slacks. You spin around to give them the best view as you bend over and pull them to the floor, kicking them off to one side. Your generous ass is covered by a lacy boyshorts matching your bra's color. For someone who was running late, you muse, she sure did manage to coordinate a half decent outfit. Back to your students, you place your hands on the table at the front center of the room and sway your ass back and forth in slight motions. You hear some students mutter amazed obscenities. You continue with the next question, ass still swaying as you speak, "Where did the United States drop atomic weapons, effectively ending World War 2?"

"Hiroshima, and, uh..." someone starts, but trails off. ''Fucking idiots,'' you think to yourself. You knew the answers to all these even without going through your host's memories. "Nagasaki!" someone else finally says.

Eschewing a verbal confirmation, you slip your hands behind your back and unclip your bra, slipping it off your shoulders and tossing it over your head blindly. You hear a brief scuffle for it, but ignore it and continue your rhythmic motions. You can practically hear their mouths watering as they watch your naked back. You wrap your arms around your chest and turn to face them. Several boys, and one girl near the front, have their hands down their pants. You raise your arms in a sudden motion, dropping your large breasts into open view. They jiggle pleasingly, small pink nipples stiff from the cool air and the excitement. "Since there were two answers, I guess I have to lose two articles of clothing, don't I?" you say, hooking your fingers into your boyshorts, damp in the crotch, and peeling them off. You toss them right to Brandon. You run a finger teasingly along your bald mound. "That was fun, wasn't it class?" you say, giving them a moment to take in the view. "For our next lesson..."

*[[You line up all the boys along the whiteboard and blow them all.]]
*[[Masturbate in front of them all while you verbally degrade yourself.]]
*[[Make everyone masturbate while you watch.]]
*[[Some of the students decide to rape you.]]

{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Eliza Wolfe|Social Studies Teacher]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

We're going to play a "special" review game.

Kantus — Thu, 26 Nov 2015 03:09:58 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You look over your lesson plan at your desk and see you had a review game planned. You look over the rules and decide you've got a better idea for a game, one that will have at …'

You look over your lesson plan at your desk and see you had a review game planned. You look over the rules and decide you've got a better idea for a game, one that will have at least the boys in the class giving you their undivided attention. You slip over to the classroom door and lock it, then move to the front of the class. You crack open a textbook and announce, "Class, we're going to play a little review game today," your sultry voice immediately silencing the noise from the students. "I'm going to ask you questions from the test, and you're going to answer."

"Doesn't sound much like a game," one of the jocks quips.

"I wasn't finished," you say, wagging your finger at him. "I want to make sure you're all paying attention, so, for each question you get right, I'll take off an article of clothing." The students erupt in low murmurs and exclamations of disbelief. "And to prove it, I'm going to start you off with an easy one. Listen well, I'm only going to ask each question once."

"Wait, you're serious?" someone from the back pipes up.

"Very. Now, your question... The symbol on the Nazi flag is called a what?"

Everyone grows quiet. Students look back and forth from one another. You smirk. Whether they're nervous to answer because of the Nazi question or because they aren't sure if you're telling the truth or not, it's still amusing to watch.

"The..." one student, a girl on the left, finally speaks up, "...the swastika?"

"Very good!" you reply, kicking off one short-heeled shoe down the center aisle of the class. "Next question..."

"A shoe? Seriously?" some ungrateful brat says.

"I took it off, didn't I?" you respond, looking at the boy with disappointment. "If you want to know just how serious I am, you'll just have to keep playing, won't you? Now..."

*[[Give the twelfth graders easy questions.]]"
*[[Give the twelfth graders hard questions - make them earn it.]]"
*[[Actually, fuck the questions, just give the angsty bastards a show.]]"

{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Eliza Wolfe|Social Studies Teacher]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

User talk:Platypus

Kantus — Mon, 23 Nov 2015 17:25:26 GMT

Kantus:

Since this page has become rather cluttered, I've moved old discussions to the archive pages below. Feel free to leave new messages here. I'll get back to you ASAP!

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Yes ik about the fact I need catagories reason why its work in progress its my first project and first page and its just being pieced together if you would love to put in the marks then by all means please do I just wouldlike to finish the storyboard. Then look at the little details
Scincerely geoffreyatln

Hello platypus, I was wondering if you would be willing to look at and edit the pages that I have added to the story Your Best Friend's Younger Sister? Also, do you have any tips for a new writer? Bw92

Hi Platypus, thanks for the editing tip I'm new to this sort of thing I'll sort out the pages I've already created

Hello Platyus, I was wondering if you could restore War13's chapters for the [[The Humiliation of Katie]]. I am willing to patch them up (I understand its annoying when people don't take the time to
learn how the site's categories and pages work.) - [[User:Uman|Uman]] 13:50, 7 September 2015 (UTC)

Thanks, I have them categorized now, will complete the fixing later today. - [[User:Uman|Uman]] 16:25, 7 September 2015 (UTC)

Hello Platypus. This is Firestorm. I'm new to this and I appreciate your pointing out my categories failure. I will do my best to ensure that I add categories to all future edits. Thank you! [[User:Firestorm|Firestorm]]

Hi Platypus. I think it's great that you are keeping an eye on things and ensuring proper grammar and such. But honestly when the option is between a blank page or a page that's not quite perfect for your liking, well deleting the whole thing and leaving the page as a broken link doesn't really help anyone. If you wanted to fix up the issues, or wanted to replace it with something better that is fine. Perhaps there is an option to flag a page for cleanup later if you don't have time (or maybe someone else can do it). But deleting pages that are reasonable but not perfect in favor of absolutely nothing is not an improvement in my opinion. There are a lot of story lines on here that dead end and need finishing and not only does your practice make it very disappointing for readers to not be able to finish a story arc, but it also discourages editors from wanting to come back and help finish some story arcs. [[User:Regulus|Regulus]] 06:58, 26 July 2015 (UTC)

Thanks for the input! If there is anything else you would like me to do let me know. [[User:Oneoffire|Oneoffire]] 23:23, 21 July 2015 (UTC)

Hey Platypus, I am dwarftopia. I read your message and I thank you for informing me that it was a feature needed. I have managed to categorize every page on my new story. Thanks for the tip!

'''''dwarftopia''''' --[[User:Dwarftopia|Dwarftopia]] 07:16, 2 July 2015 (UTC)

Hello Platypus, I received your message. I read back over my contributions to your choose your own adventure and hopefully fixed most of the errors. If there is something I missed, please let me know. Thanks! <nowiki>~~~~</nowiki>

i swear i didn't know it affected everything i thought it on changed when i looked at it,i am sorry for the indecent

Sure, sure. That's why you're vandalizing page after page. If you're going to act like a 12-year-old then go play Call of Duty, kid. '''-[[User:BakaG|BakaG]] 00:51, 11 June 2015 (UTC)'''

<b> You can sign your messages for convenience by using four ~ (tilde) symbols like so: <nowiki>~~~~</nowiki>. Your name and the date will show up like this: [[User:BakaG|BakaG]] 16:30, 16 November 2014 (UTC) </b>

Ok thanks! So others can still see my content? [[User:Wytod300050|Wytod300050]] 17:02, 16 June 2015 (UTC)

Hey, I was just wondering why when I am signed out I can't see my contributions to a story? Can others still see them?? [[User:Wytod300050|Wytod300050]] 02:59, 15 June 2015 (UTC)

Thank you for your feedback. I was looking to leave more options for others but that will do [[User:Twjhh|Twjhh]] 17:15, 26 May 2015 (UTC)

Thanks for the feedback! Constructive criticism is always welcome. [[User:Marzipan92]] 22:12, 24 April 2015 (UTC)

Thank you for the heads up on the pages that I forgot to Categorize. [[User:Deathsknight|Deathsknight]] 14:28, 8 March 2015 (UTC)

Hey, is there a way to blank pages automatically, or to mass wipe a category? I'm trying to redo a story, so that would help out a lot. Cheers.
--[[User:Snowball|Snowball]] 18:16, 22 February 2015 (UTC)

That is a really good point. I'll do it manually then. Thanks. --[[User:Snowball|Snowball]] 08:34, 23 February 2015 (UTC)

Roger that. Sorry for my ignorance!-Lasagna

I appreciate your protectiveness of your source material, but try being more hospitable. No reason to delete things when the changes aren't more than link perspectives or minor punctuation problems. You clearly don't want to write all 64,000 pages that would be needed to finish and tie together Rampage, or any other of your stories. So stop impeding people who are helping add more content to the site by wholesale deleting everything anybody writes with 2 missed periods or a run-on sentence or two. Try leaving the message and see if I'll fix it first, at the very least.[[User:Makhai|Makhai]] 13:57, 12 December 2014 (UTC).

Hi there. I see you deleted my work on the story 'A Unique Arrangement'. It was understandable but i now know how to add options/categorize and i was wondering if you could get my deleted work back? I don't really want to have to write it all over again because of a couple of mistakes.
Cheers. [[User:Bammy|Bammy]] 00:40, 11 December 2014 (UTC) [[User:Bammy|Bammy]] 13:29, 11 December 2014 (UTC)

I wpuld like toapologize for the actions that led to the deletion of the page if it were mear grammer problem please repost the page (if possible) and allow me to make corrections. If there was a problem with how I handled the story please tell me so I can make corrections and better furture work. In any case please type back as to know that you received this message

My apologies,
Greg222James

Platypus...this is Bustyalix. You recently messaged me about including the STATUS BAR, but I have no idea how to go about doing so. Is there any way you and I may converse privately? I'd be more than happy to include my personal email address if necessary. Please get back to me on this matter. Thanks!

I'm still new at this, so I don't appreciate the attitude. Yes, it'll take me some time getting used to this HTML like format, yes I'll make some errors now and again, but no that does not mean you have the right to strike an attitude with me. I haven't really worked with a status bar before, and I honestly didn't even realize I had to do anything with it. I'm still learning, rather teaching myself this strange format, so don't come to me in a hard and demeaning tone because I didn't do something the way you wanted it, because I am fairly new at this.

Platypus, this is eatenbypie. I appreciate that you pay attention to things like categorization of pages, but deleting work two hours after being warned and threatening to ban a new user because I missed categorization on 6-8 pages is excessive, especially given that the site doesn't notify you about warnings. Simple oversight on my part, and obviously an oversight given that the rest of the story has proper categorization. -Edit Not bothering to recreate my work on this site.

Apologies for the tense problems. I've been proofreading my stuff since I'm used to writing in past tense, but some things slip through the cracks it seems. As for quirky titles... do you mean the link/page title thing? The first was due to a page collision. I suppose I could have changed the action prompt to something else, but I consider that a part of the story itself, and didn't want to change it due to a collision. Those are rare, I guess. The second was due to a plan where two mini-storylines would converge to the same page... but the actions to get there would be different. In this case I would prefer to use a third page title rather than favor one of the two storylines. The third time I did it... yeah, that was just for my amusement, and it would be a simple matter to limit usage of alternate titles and use them only when needed. So... yeah. [[User:Ironwill|Ironwill]] 02:46, 24 November 2014 (UTC)

Hi Platypus; I got your message. Sorry about the mistake. If it ever happens again let me know and I'll fix it right away. I'm new to the editing, but I really try hard to be professional. Like I said, If there's any more problems, message me and I'll fix them right away. I really enjoy your story and I hope we get along. Please message me back soon so I know you got my message. - ThatOneWritter

Got your message. Didn't see it at first since I posted one after another Sorry 'bout the mistake. Will try to pay more attention to it in the future.-Repoman.

dude what are some of your story's?-Jay The man

will you be adding more to rampage and smutty sex romp? Jay The man

Hey platypus, just a quick question. I have a guy adding to my story using very little detail and it doesn't even follow the story. As the original creator of the story do I have the right to delete these submissions in favor of more descriptive and frankly more linear additions that I plan on making?--[[User:Blackdragon25|Blackdragon25]] 21:47, 4 December 2014 (UTC)
I understand, i just wanne give it a try.
I dont even speak english.
but i want to compliment you for your story

Hello Platypus,
thank you for your helpful (if terse) comments. I was unsure whether the status bar was needed as the second posted page obviously was meant as an ending. [[User:Kyrael|Kyrael]] 19:57, 19 December 2014 (UTC)

Hi Platypus
i'm new and have tried to label like you requested but cant. can you help?
regards. wildside

Heya Platypus, I just wanted to ask you how high the writing standards are for this website, as I'm currently working on a CYOA story that I'd really love to post here... but sometimes my punctuation is lacking. I only ask because I've noticed a lot of people on this page complaining about you deleting their stories/pages. I would hate for that to happen to me.
Also I have another question, how easy is it to move a story to a different age category? - PurpleLemon

'''Sophie4C'''
Hi, I'm very sorry about catergories, yes I do know how to do them but I've been edit via phone, so it's not easy having to rewrite/re copy and paste each time I do forgot. I will check over the choices I have made and correct them if you haven't already. [[User:Sophie4C|Sophie4C]] 07:39, 11 July 2015 (UTC)

Hi, I got your message about punctuating dialogue, and I consulted the help page as you advised. Upon reviewing what I'd done however, I wasn't able to find anything that seemed out of place. Perhaps you could specify what I need to fix? --[[User:Jkeyes|Jkeyes]] 21:42, 25 September 2015 (UTC)

Hi. I apologize for the perceived inconsistency in Rampage and won't be doing it that way in the future. I just wanted to explain that it was done in order to prevent any chance for accidentally linking to other stories. Won't happen again. --[[User:Kantus|Kantus]] 17:25, 23 November 2015 (UTC)

== Delete a page ==

Hey Platypus, since you're the only one who can delete pages can you please delete [[EW: Enter the briefing room]] (since I merged it into [[EW: On a tour of the Harry Potter studios‎]]). Thank you -- [[User:NiceGuy|NiceGuy]] 18:55, 1 February 2015 (UTC)

Hello there, I was wondering if you could help me delete two pages of my own story please, for I can't seem to delete them myself. The reason why I want them deleted is because I feel like they are not good ideas for branches anymore, as I once thought they were. They are: [[Lucid dreams/Male/Dream about the shower brunette| Dream about the shower brunette]], [[Lucid dreams/Male/Grab the towels| Clean up mess]]

I thank you for your cooperation. And I will edit in some new and (hopefully) better branches next time. --[[User:Chaomaster|Chaomaster]] 19:50, 21 February 2015 (UTC)

______________________

Platypus, I'm a long time admirer but new contributor to the site, i wasn't sure how else to respond to your message so I wanted to say thank you for your feedback and I'll make the necessary corrections but I am learning still and I ask patience on that score. I do not understand what i am not doing with the categories please explain to me what it is that i am not doing - i have looked at the tutorial and compared scripting and i do not notice what i am not doing that they were doing on this story i am working on please go into further detail and i appologize for the inconvenience [[User:Phreakinsane|Phreakinsane]] 02:20, 2 March 2015 (UTC)

I'm trying to make a Cool Effect bro

== Hope You Don't Mind ==

I hope you don't mind; but I used the warn template, for Nigfin, since he left several pages uncategorised. If you do, I apologise for stepping on your toes. - [[User:Neminis|Neminis]] 19:27, 9 March 2015 (UTC)

Hey platypus, I have a user Maxpower altering my pages with out permission. I know he is just trying to help but he is altering the context or the story and despite my attempts to get him to stop polightly he continues to do it. I don't mind him adding to the story but he has been asked not to alter mine or other's contributions to the story. I would appreciate you having a word with him. Thanks --[[User:Blackdragon25|Blackdragon25]] 19:22, 16 March 2015 (UTC)

In my defence of the above accusations, I would like to bring Blackdragon's attention to the message that appears at the bottom of the edit window. Specifically, if you don't want your writing to be edited mercilessly, then don't submit here. The majority of my recent edits have centered around spelling, grammar, and readability, although I admit that here or there I add some embellishment or make changes to improve consistency and continuity. No one else on here seems to have a problem with that and realize that wikis are designed with collaboration in mind, and collaborative storytelling only makes for better more well rounded stories. In any case, I submit that if he considers his writing to be a sacred text that he changes his story type to private. But I'm definitely done with his whining. He will see no further contributions from me.
[[User:Maxpower|Maxpower]] 05:48, 17 March 2015 (UTC)

== Make it four ==
No pages link to [[Make it four]]. I've asked the original creator what's up. Please don't just delete this; there's a whole string of pages I would like to see (re?)attached to the story. Writing you to see if there perhaps was some kind of technical hiccup that I couldn't find? [[User:Anedwcan|Anedwcan]] 16:09, 18 March 2015 (UTC)

So, I just got that "second warning" of yours, but I have been titling every post since you gave me the first one. Can you please explain to me what it is I am not doing and possibly link me to the offending post? --[[User talk:Jemini|Jemini]]

Never mind, I figured it out. --[[User:Jemini | Jemini]]

== 2 Taboo 4 You Deletion Request ==
Could you please delete the following pages by [[User:Vitalis|Vitalis]] from my story [[2T4U|2 Taboo 4 You]]:
*[[2T4U/Go into mommy's room]]
*[[2T4U/Climb into bed with her]]
*[[2T4U/Snuggle up to her, rubbing your dick against her]]
*[[2T4U/Say "I need help mom"]]
*[[2T4U/Yes, mom suck my dick]]
He didn't adhere to the guidelines I laid out for the story, basically added nothing to the story, and has not fixed his passages after I asked him to. I feel that I have given him enough time to repair the damage. Thank you. --[[User:Elerneron|Elerneron]] 22:08, 21 April 2015 (UTC)

== Downfall ==

Sorry for creating so much work for you lately. I ran into unexpected intra-story crosslinking which is why I had to delete and recreate dozens of pages. I underestimated the complexity of branching. - [[User:Minnie May Hopkins|Minnie May Hopkins]] 22:22, 2 August 2015 (UTC)

== Main Page ==

Is there any way you can lock the Main Page? It really doesn't need to be edited often or ever, let alone by all the people that keep inadvertantly vandalizing it due to their apathy or stupidity. '''-[[User:BakaG|BakaG]] 01:22, 23 August 2015 (UTC)'''

== Punctuation ==

Sorry for my bad grammar. English is not my mother language. I will fix it next time. --[[User:Kaligula|Kaligula]] 16:34, 24 August 2015 (UTC)

== Intentional and Malicious Vandalism ==

This is to bring to your attention the fact that the user [[User:TheRealSlimShady|TheRealSlimShady]] has intentionally and maliciously replaced the page [[2T4U]] in response to my asking him not to change the basic features of the story. He apparently is not aware of the history feature. I have not undone his changes in case that would erase the evidence; as I am not certain if one would loose such with an undo. If you could please address this I would be most appreciative. --[[User:Elerneron|Elerneron]] 03:29, 14 September 2015 (UTC)

As a fellow contributor, I would like to thank you for handling the situation that [[User:Elerneron|Elerneron]] just brought up. Much like him, I also left it as is for the sake of having it handled properly. --[[User:Jemini|Jemini]]

== Delete review? ==

Thanks for removing my story. With it gone, should [[Review:_War_Pigs|this review]] of it also be deleted? [[User:AgentVincent|AgentVincent]] 03:03, 16 September 2015 (UTC)

== Pedo Stories ==
I tried to respond to the Main Talk page about this, but I was running into a Catch22 because of RobKohr's link. Where it captcha'ed me when I tried to post, then said I couldn't submit a post with a link in the same 20 minute period. Anyway, here's what I was trying to say:

You are totally wrong about written descriptions of underage sex being illegal. The fact that the material could be considered obscene, and thus illegal (in the US) would actually apply equally to any story with any extreme sexual activity. It can be applied to rape, bestiality, and just about ANY story that contains sexual descriptions. It is based on a remnant of a struck down child protection law that was unconstitutional, which is why it is sited for material directly related to children. The law is laughable, and you may have found one of the few cases where it was actually used, and the only one that I am aware of that actually made it through successfully. The user who pointed it out to you must be a free speech hating Nazi to bring up such an unlikely and remote senario as based on such a law. If this law were actually a problem, the largest sex story site on the internet '''www.asstr.org''' would not exist. No reasonable court would rule that you are guilty of transporting obscenity for something someone else wrote on your website. I'm not trying to tell you how to run your site, but if the "no pedo stories" rule stands; I will be leaving. Sincerely --[[User:Elerneron|Elerneron]] 00:56, 26 September 2015 (UTC)

I quoted your message on RobKohr's talk page. I hope you don't mind. He's the on waging a crusade on "pedo stories".

http://editthis.info/create_your_own_story/User_talk:RobKohr '''--[[User:BakaG|BakaG]] 07:08, 26 September 2015 (UTC)'''

I have found a new location for my stories. If you could put off editing or deleting them until I have time to move them I would very much appreciate it. --[[User:Elerneron|Elerneron]] 17:38, 2 October 2015 (UTC)

[[Primal Influence]], [[The Arcade]], and [[Generations]] may all be removed. --[[User:Elerneron|Elerneron]] 18:32, 2 October 2015 (UTC)

Actually [[The Humiliation of Katie]] may have some offending sections as well. I don't know how in depth we are planning on going here (age wise), but "[[Katie, who just hit puberty, is in her first year of high school at the age of 13]]" and "[[Katie, small and unknown to the town, enters a new elementary at the age of 6]]" would be offending sections. I didn't particularly want so young of ages to be used but I wasn't aware of the whole deletion possibility at the time. If necessary, I can raise the age of the 16 and 17 years on that story. But let me know if I should first before you delete them (the [[Katie, small and shy about her body, trying out for cheerleading at 16]] and [[Katie at 17, who deals with an exceptionally bad school year along with her family's attempts of getting closer together]] if you do decide to. - [[User:Uman|Uman]] on October 3, 2015

Are you aware of what age is being regarded as underage? I assume the American age of 18 is the default but I am just dodge checking. - [[User:Uman|Uman]] on October 3, 2015

Do you think it would be alright for me to advertise the new site I am at as an alternative for "pedo" stories after the disclaimer at the top of the All Adult Stories page? --[[User:Elerneron|Elerneron]] 18:07, 13 October 2015 (UTC)

== Platypus im Stuck idk how :/ ==

Platypus when i try to edit my edit it wont let me because its apparently not there any more :[ can you help me please?! 15:19, 1 November 2015 (UTC)

== Help imma Newbie[Kinda] ==

[[Platypus]] can you please help me edit:( .I dont understand why it wont let me edit my problems.Please help!
Sincerely,[[DATNUMBA1]] 15:27, 1 November 2015 (UTC)

----

I don't usually like bitching and complaining, but this [[Katie Leaves the Locker Room After Five Minutes]] here was flagged for pedophilia somehow. Now what I don't understand here is that the character (Katie) isn't a kid and there is no sexual activity that occurs here. I know we want to get rid of pedophilia stuff but are we really going about it like this? - Uman, on 11/5/2015

Hey, I'm making a page called "Take it" that's not related to it's original story. Is that okay?

Thanks, just saying because there was a deletion notice from you.

Eliza Wolfe

Kantus — Mon, 23 Nov 2015 02:26:39 GMT

Kantus:

You're a social studies teacher. You're single and own a dog.

Entry points:
*[[RAMP: Shift into Miss Wolfe|Shift into Miss Wolfe.]]

{{back}}

[[Category:Rampage Victims]]

Eliza Wolfe

Kantus — Mon, 23 Nov 2015 02:26:21 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You're a social studies teacher. You're single and own a dog. Entry points: *Shift into Miss Wolfe. {{back}} Category:Rampage Victims'

You're a social studies teacher. You're single and own a dog.

Entry points:
*[[RAMP:Shift into Miss Wolfe|Shift into Miss Wolfe.]]

{{back}}

[[Category:Rampage Victims]]

Shift into Miss Wolfe

Kantus — Mon, 23 Nov 2015 02:23:58 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'Something about Miss Wolfe catches your fancy. You shift your spirit into her and immediately take stock of what she had planned for today. Boring shit, unsurprisingly. But it…'

Something about Miss Wolfe catches your fancy. You shift your spirit into her and immediately take stock of what she had planned for today. Boring shit, unsurprisingly. But it's boring shit you have to teach, at least until you have an idea what you want to do with your new host. You start by slowly collecting homework, poking her memories as you do to try to prepare for the class. You tease the students a little as you do, bending over a little more than necessary to put your gorgeous ass practically into their faces, "accidentally" brushing your chest against others as you reach over them to collect papers. You pay a little special attention to Brandon, seeing as you know he's fantasized about her before.

You slip over to the door and lock it casually, returning to the front of the class and pulling out a textbook. "Okay, class. Today..."

[[RAMP:I'm giving you a big pop quiz!|"I'm giving you a big pop quiz!"]]

[[RAMP:We're going to play a "special" review game.|"We're going to play a 'special' review game."]]

[[RAMP:I want you all to gangbang me.|"I want you all to gangbang me."]]

{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Eliza Wolfe|Social Studies Teacher]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Head on over to your next class

Kantus — Mon, 23 Nov 2015 02:06:58 GMT

Kantus:

You sigh softly and shuffle on to your next class, Social Studies. You don't give a rat's ass about social anything, but for now you're just trying to keep up the charade.

You sit down and wait for a little while. The teacher walks in late, but as you eye her, you realize it was worth the wait. 29-year-old Miss Wolfe has the build of a goddess, with large natural DD tits and a shapely ass. She rarely showed much skin but had a penchant for tight clothing. Today was no different. She is dressed in black slacks that flatter her hips and ass and a tight light lavender button-down blouse conservatively buttoned to the very top, straining visibly against her bust. Her long black hair is pinned back in what is obviously a rather hasty bun. She adjusts her thin-rimmed glasses and looks at her chattering students. "I apologize," she says in her sultry voice that resonates through every thought and fantasy your host has ever had about her. "Had a bit of an emergency this morning, so if I'm disorganized, again, I apologize."

You watch her as she unpacks a few papers, enjoying what little form her tight outfit betrays. Her ocean-blue eyes catch yours briefly, but she breaks contact, looking slightly unsettled. You might have had a bit too much creeper-face going on, but whatever.

[[RAMP: Catcall her obnoxiously|Catcall her obnoxiously.]]

[[RAMP: Do nothing and get this class overwith|Do nothing and get this class overwith.]]

[[RAMP: Shift into Miss Wolfe|Shift into Miss Wolfe.]]

{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Brandon Jones|12th Grade Boy]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Head on over to your next class

Kantus — Mon, 23 Nov 2015 02:06:35 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You sigh softly and shuffle on to your next class, Social Studies. You don't give a rat's ass about social anything, but for now you're just trying to keep up the charade. You …'

You sigh softly and shuffle on to your next class, Social Studies. You don't give a rat's ass about social anything, but for now you're just trying to keep up the charade.

You sit down and wait for a little while. The teacher walks in late, but as you eye her, you realize it was worth the wait. 29-year-old Miss Wolfe has the build of a goddess, with large natural DD tits and a shapely ass. She rarely showed much skin but had a penchant for tight clothing. Today was no different. She is dressed in black slacks that flatter her hips and ass and a tight light lavender button-down blouse conservatively buttoned to the very top, straining visibly against her bust. Her long black hair is pinned back in what is obviously a rather hasty bun. She adjusts her thin-rimmed glasses and looks at her chattering students. "I apologize," she says in her sultry voice that resonates through every thought and fantasy your host has ever had about her. "Had a bit of an emergency this morning, so if I'm disorganized, again, I apologize."

You watch her as she unpacks a few papers, enjoying what little form her tight outfit betrays. Her ocean-blue eyes catch yours briefly, but she breaks contact, looking slightly unsettled. You might have had a bit too much creeper-face going on, but whatever.

[[RAMP: Catcall her obnoxiously|Catcall her obnoxiously.]]
[[RAMP: Do nothing and get this class overwith|Do nothing and get this class overwith.]]
[[RAMP: Shift into Miss Wolfe|Shift into Miss Wolfe.]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Brandon Jones|12th Grade Boy]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

AUA: Think of something odd but simple to ask her to do

Kantus — Thu, 17 Sep 2015 07:15:59 GMT

Kantus:

You have a hard time believing what your mother said, even though you don't know why she'd lie to you about something like that. You can't quite accept the idea of being in near-complete control. The only thing you can think to do is test it out by making her do something she'd never normally do. You struggle with ideas until something suitably mundane yet odd enough to prove her words occurs to you.

"Mom?" you ask.

Without pausing her computer game, she answers, "Yeah sweetie?"

"Could you, um..." you start. Your courage wavers a bit, but you started that sentence, so now you have to finish it. "Could you organize my sock drawer?" It was stupid, but brilliant. Neither of you ever bothered to pair your socks, just tossing them into the drawer and digging out a pair as you needed them. Since you'd never done it before, and especially never seen her do it to yours before, it was the perfect test.

Sarah pauses her game, turning to look at you, pursing her lips as if to ask "Why", but a look of realization dawns on her face. She rolls her eyes and smiles at you, getting up and saying playfully, "Yes, master."

Despite knowing she realized what you were doing, you still sat there and waited for her to go upstairs before following her. You peek into your room and watch her carefully sort through your socks for a few moments, pairing them up as she went along. You duck back downstairs quietly, getting back to your cards. But your mind isn't on those anymore. Finally the weight of the situation was beginning to become apparent. See a thing you want in the store? She'll buy it. Want a specific dinner? She'll make it. Want her to do a chicken dance? She has to do it.

"Okay," Sarah says and she steps gracefully off the stairs. She stands in front of your seat on the couch, hands on her hips. "All done. Believe me now?"

"Y-yeah, I really do," you say, smiling back at her.

"Good," she says, leaning forward and running her hand through your hair. You get a good look at her generous cleavage thanks to her deeply plunging neckline. There's a pulse of life in your shorts as naughty thoughts begin to flicker to life in your head, things you hadn't initially considered when she told you about this deal. Temptation rises in you, exacerbated when she says "Anything else you want?"

*[[AUA: Fight it and get on with your day|Fight it and get on with your day.]]
*[[AUA: Give in and ask to see her naked.|Give in and ask to see her naked.]]
*[[AUA: You can't take your mind off her tits - you have to see them.|You can't take your mind off her tits - you have to see them.]]

[[Category:A Unique Arrangement]]

Look in on Jacob and see what he’s up too.

Kantus — Tue, 28 Apr 2015 22:18:42 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'Frustrated and horny, you march up the stairs, barely stopping yourself from stomping like a child having a tantrum. You pass Jacob's door on your way down the hall, thinking no…'

Frustrated and horny, you march up the stairs, barely stopping yourself from stomping like a child having a tantrum. You pass Jacob's door on your way down the hall, thinking nothing of it seeing as you could tell his light was off. But you hear a sound from his room, a soft breathy moan that makes you stop. You walk back to Jacob's door and realize there's a dim white light coming from under the door, not unlike a computer monitor in a dark room. Listening to the door, you hear Jacob breathing hard. To your surprise, the door slips open just a little. The latch must not have caught when he went in earlier. Curiosity gets the better of you and you peek in.

You see Jacob sitting in front of his computer, shorts around his ankles, arm pumping fast, headphones over hie ears. He's staring hard at the screen, watching a video you can't identify from here. You bite your lip as you watch your son masturbate, filled again with a hunger for a nice hard cock. Timmy may be your preference, but you've had fantasies about Jacob, too. And right now, you're desperate enough for cock that you're strongly considering trying your luck with your eldest son.

*[[STACY Sneak in and see what Jacob is watching|Sneak in and see what Jacob is watching.]]

*[[STACY Take his headphones off and surprise him|Take Jacob's headphones off and surprise him.]]

*[[STACY Go find Timmy instead|Go find Timmy instead, you'd rather have him.]]

*[[STACY Just go to bed|Just head to bed, no reason to do anything drastic.]]

[[Category: Family Ties]]
[[Category: FT Stacy]]

PSVI noticed your outfit

Kantus — Fri, 03 Apr 2015 06:52:51 GMT

Kantus: Created page with '"I- I just couldn't help but notice your outfit, and..." you stammer, unable to recover your composure. "Oh. I just bought it." She does a spin for you. "Is it too much?" she…'

"I- I just couldn't help but notice your outfit, and..." you stammer, unable to recover your composure.

"Oh. I just bought it." She does a spin for you. "Is it too much?" she asks. "I know it's a bit sheer, and I can change if that makes you uncomfortable."

"No, it's great!" you say, finally collecting yourself. "You look... fantastic."

"Ohh, that's so sweet of you to say!" she says, leaning forward to give you a kiss on the forehead. You get a good long look down her cleavage, not helping your continued erection problem.

You sit down and have breakfast with your mother. You chat back and forth about your plans, what pokemon you hope to pick, where you might go first, and other adventurey type things. But all the while, you can't help but be distracted by your mother's outfit. Though it doesn't quite show everything, you can easily make out the small circles of her nipples. They're the perfect size, better than you dared imagine. Your cock throbs. Fuck, this is becoming unbearable.

The both of you finish breakfast. Mom cleans off the table and you help do the dishes, all the while stealing little glances at her barely-concealed ass and titties. Finally, it's time for you to leave. You gather your things, and when you go back downstairs, your mom is standing in the living room. "Good luck, sweetie!" she says, giving you one last hug. Your cock aches and throbs as her bountiful bosom is pressed against you again.

"Hey, mom..." you say...

*[[PSVGet this show on the road|"...I love you. Wish me luck!"]]

*[[PSVGotta see that body|"...can I see you naked?"]]

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Stand beside her

Kantus — Fri, 03 Apr 2015 06:33:41 GMT

Kantus:

You sidle up just behind and to one side of your mother as she attends to the eggs, vigilantly watching them to ensure they don't burn. Your mother has never been prudish, casually wearing nothing but underwear in front of you every so often. But you're getting older, and in the last few months have realized how damn hot she really is. This isn't the first morning you're jacked off thinking of her tits. But this ''is'' the first time you've seen her in something this see-through.

You stare hard at her ass. Her panties may be modest beneath that sexy nighty, but they can't conceal that round behind. You really want to see more of those wonderful big tits, but ass is plenty good for you too.

"Excited for your journey, honey?" your mom asks.

Your eyes never leave her backside as you reply, "Absolutely! I can't wait to get my first partner!"

"So this might be your last breakfast with your old mom for a while, huh?" she says.

"Phalo isn't that big," you say, not missing a beat, "I'm sure I can come home often."

"I hope so!" mom says with a smile, fiddling with the eggs. "With your school like it's been, you already don't seem to get to see enough of me..."

"Oh, believe me," you say, "I want to see as much of you as I can, mom."

"Well, the eggs are about ready, what's say we-" your mother says, spinning around suddenly. You snap your eyes to meet hers, face flushing red. "What are you looking at so hard, young man?" she asks in an affronted voice, planting her fists on her wide, curvy hips.

Oh shit. Didn't expect to get caught.

*[[PSVYour Sweet Ass|"Your sweet ass!"]]

*[[PSVI noticed your outfit|"I- I just couldn't help but notice your outfit, and..."]]

*[[PSVNothing mom|"Nothing!"]]

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Stand beside her

Kantus — Fri, 03 Apr 2015 06:33:08 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You sidle up just behind and to one side of your mother as she attends to the eggs, vigilantly watching them to ensure they don't burn. Your mother has never been prudish, casua…'

You sidle up just behind and to one side of your mother as she attends to the eggs, vigilantly watching them to ensure they don't burn. Your mother has never been prudish, casually wearing nothing but underwear in front of you every so often. But you're getting older, and in the last few months have realized how damn hot she really is. This isn't the first morning you're jacked off thinking of her tits. But this ''is'' the first time you've seen her in something this see-through.

You stare hard at her ass. Her panties may be modest beneath that sexy nighty, but they can't conceal that round behind. You really want to see more of those wonderful big tits, but ass is plenty good for you too.

"Excited for your journey, honey?" your mom asks.

Your eyes never leave her backside as you reply, "Absolutely! I can't wait to get my first partner!"

"So this might be your last breakfast with your old mom for a while, huh?" she says.

"Phalo isn't that big," you say, not missing a beat, "I'm sure I can come home often."

"I hope so!" mom says with a smile, glancing back at you again. "With your school like it's been, you already don't seem to get to see enough of me..."

"Oh, believe me," you say, "I want to see as much of you as I can, mom."

"Well, the eggs are about ready, what's say we-" your mother says, spinning around suddenly. You snap your eyes to meet hers, face flushing red. "What are you looking at so hard, young man?" she asks in an affronted voice, planting her fists on her wide, curvy hips.

Oh shit. Didn't expect to get caught.

*[[PSVYour Sweet Ass|"Your sweet ass!"]]

*[[PSVI noticed your outfit|"I- I just couldn't help but notice your outfit, and..."]]

*[[PSVNothing mom|"Nothing!"]]

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PSVGarner

Kantus — Fri, 03 Apr 2015 06:12:08 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'Ok Garner, you are in your room and just woke up. It's 6:00 in the morning and you have a problem - a big problem. You have a hard-on from the vivid dream of you fucking your cou…'

Ok Garner, you are in your room and just woke up. It's 6:00 in the morning and you have a problem - a big problem. You have a hard-on from the vivid dream of you fucking your cousin Vivienne's mom. What will you do?

*[[PSVJerk off remembering the dream|Jerk off remembering the dream]]

*[[PSVJerk off imagining your cousin's big tits|Jerk off imagining your cousin's big tits]]

*[[PSVTake a shower|Shake it off and take a shower.]]

[[Category: Pokemon: Sexy Version]]

Your mom wearing just a slightly see through nighty making breakfast in kitchen

Kantus — Fri, 03 Apr 2015 06:10:05 GMT

Kantus:

You see your mom making pancakes in a see through nighty showing her big boobs. You get hard again seeing the same boobs you were imagining a bit earlier. You get closer to hug her and greet Good Morning to which see reply with a tight hug pressing her impressive bust on your face and a kiss in your cheek. She tells you to wait a bit for breakfast.
You:

*[[stand beside her]] staring at her ass while chatting with her

*[[smack her lightly on her ass]] and press your dick in her ass

*[[skip breakfast and go out]] since you really can't wait to get your pokemon and you can always eat later be it breakfast or your mother

[[Category: Pokemon: Sexy Version]]

PSVPhalo Region

Kantus — Fri, 03 Apr 2015 06:05:06 GMT

Kantus:

The Phalo region is a chain of temperate islands. There are three primary islands - Mainus, Secun, and Tertia Islands.

Mainus Island is the big island, home to two cities and one village. Routes connect all three.

Polimetro City - The largest city in Phalo. Known for its bustling theater industry and infamous for its anything-goes Red Light district.

Coastaria City - An industrial city dealing in import and export. Also has a huge fish market. Not a tourist site, to be sure.

Genisilia Town - Your hometown! A large village, it's mostly home to natives of Phalo who work in Polimetro or Coastaria. Also where the region's Pokemon Lab is located.

Secun Island is half Mainus' size and only slightly bigger than Tertia. Has one city and one village.

Duskveil City - A city known for its famous sunsets. Most popular tourist city in Phalo.

Elderroot Town - A retirement village with few young inhabitants.

Tertia is the smallest of the main islands, hosting only one city.

Pyreheight City - A city built around a dormant volcano. World-famous hotsprings.

Other villages sit upon the small islands scattered around Phalo.

Mariana Town - Popular scuba diving and romantic vacation retreat. Quite, small, and isolated.

Ascentia Village - Gateway to Phalo's Victory Road.

A gym exists in each major city.

Polimetro Gym - Leader: Faye - Fairy-Type

Coastaria Gym - Leader: Midian - Dark-Type

Duskveil Gym - Leader: Morrigan - Ghost-Type

Pyreheight Gym - Leader: Ashley - Fire-Type

Now that you know all of this, [[Pokemon: Sexy Version|go back and start your adventure!]]

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PSVPhalo Region

Kantus — Fri, 03 Apr 2015 06:03:56 GMT

Kantus:

PSVPhalo Region

Kantus — Fri, 03 Apr 2015 06:03:08 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'The Phalo region is a chain of temperate islands. There are three primary islands - Mainus, Secun, and Tertia Islands. Mainus Island is the big island, home to two cities and …'

Pokemon: Sexy Version

Kantus — Fri, 03 Apr 2015 05:42:28 GMT

Kantus:

Hello! And welcome to the [[PSVPhalo Region|Phalo region]], a chain of temperate islands. Home to four cities and three small towns, the Phalo region is just big enough to hold its own recognized Pokemon tournaments, the Phalo Conference. Boys and girls both young and old dream of entering and winning, then perhaps moving on to the mainland to earn eight badges and a truly prestigious title at a Pokemon League conference.

But for now, that's all in the distance. Your adventure is just about to begin. Are you a young boy or girl about to start on their first adventure, or an older boy or girl with a little experience under your belt already?

*[[PSVYoungBoy|Young Boy, 12yo]]
*[[PSVOlderBoy|Older Boy, 18yo]]
*[[PSVYoungGirl|Young Girl, 12yo]]
*[[PSVOlderGirl|Older Girl, 18yo]]

[[Category: Pokemon: Sexy Version]]

PSVYoungBoy

Kantus — Fri, 03 Apr 2015 05:40:50 GMT

Kantus:

So, you are a 12 year old boy who is going to start your own adventure and you are:

*[[Max]], an arrogant and brash kid who claims to be a ladies man. He is black eyed and keeps his brown hair in Razor Cut and chases after every pussy in vicinity. He rarely trains, eats a lot but still remain slim and has a absolute zero knowledge about Pokemons.

*[[Yamato]], a traditional Japanese boy who puts honor and tradition before anything else. He looks quite broody but inside lusts for a girl. He keeps his long black hairs in a long ponytail while his cold blue eyes make him a bit of a bad-ass. He trains hard both in body and Pokemon.

*[[Landon]], a cute boy who is going to be more handsome with age. He is quite mature for his age and is secretly a pervert. He keeps his silvery white hair short in shaggy style and has emerald green eyes. He knows a lot about Pokemons having studied them for a long time.

*[[PSVGarner|Garner]], a somewhat nerdy kid. Chocolate-haired with dark blue eyes with a slim build. Wears glasses. Though he's more interested in women than in Pokemon, he is a natural trainer with an astounding capacity for commanding them in battle.

[[category:Pokemon: Sexy Version]]

Ben, 14

Kantus — Fri, 06 Mar 2015 08:39:58 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You are Ben, a 14-year-old boy with the power to control minds. You aren't sure when or how you got this power. All you know is from a young age you've been able to push people…'

You are Ben, a 14-year-old boy with the power to control minds. You aren't sure when or how you got this power. All you know is from a young age you've been able to push people with a thought. It took time to learn to control it, with a few unfortunate accidents along the way, but by now you've more or less got it under control. For all these years, you've really only used your power for practical jokes or mundane tasks, but now that you're getting a little older, more radical thoughts begin to cross your mind. Perhaps today's the day to try some more... outlandish things?

You live with your mother Laura and your younger sister Samantha.

Laura is 34, blue-eyed with chocolate brown hair. You never really thought about her much before, what with her being your mother, but lately your hormone have been raging, and you're beginning to notice what a bombshell she really is. Big natural tits, wide hips, round ass, and she did little to hide them. She didn't dress like a slut, certainly, but had a predilection for tight jeans and low-cut tops.

Samantha, Sam for short, is 12 your mother's blue eyes and lighter brown hair like yours. She's an adorable thing, and though her body was only just starting its journey to her womanly shape, it was already pretty clear she was going to rival your mother's curves when she grew up.

It's now morning. You wake up and stretch, yawning and scratching your stomach. The sensation of "today's the day" tugs at your gut, but for right now it's just a normal day. You smell breakfast cooking already - Laura always was an early bird. You also notice your wicked case of morning wood.

Do you:
*[[Ben:Head downstairs for breakfast.|Head downstairs for breakfast.]]
*[[Ben:Go and have a shower.|Go and have a shower.]]
*[[Ben:Have a wank.|Have a wank.]]

[[Category: Mind Control]]

D&D: Eildiana decides her little boy needs attention.

Kantus — Fri, 13 Feb 2015 10:53:11 GMT

Kantus: Created page with '"Oh sweetie..." Eildiana says. Her sentence is cut off by a sharp hiss through her teeth as your tongue hits a sweet spot, but she continues, "...that looks painful! Here, I ha…'

"Oh sweetie..." Eildiana says. Her sentence is cut off by a sharp hiss through her teeth as your tongue hits a sweet spot, but she continues, "...that looks painful! Here, I have an idea..." You mewl as she pulls your head away. She has Peter sit at the edge of the bed. The both of you kneel before him, his legs spread as wide as they can go to accommodate both curvy women.

"Talenei... would you please pleasure him?" she asks.

She didn't have to - you already guess where this was going. You look at the boy's cock. It's smaller than a grown man's, but quite big for his size. Your stomach flutters as you ponder the very real situation before you. Sucking a little boy's cock... the very thought would make you wet if you weren't soaked already. Without a word, you lean in and gently kiss his tip. "I'm going to perform ''fellation''," you say. "Most people just call it a blowjob. That means I'm going to put your dick in my mouth and suck on it, like..." you say, leaning in and wrapping your lips around the tip. "...thith," you finish, the cock in your mouth obviously having a negative affect on your ability to form words.

Eildiana puts her hand on the back of your head, not pushing, but gently guiding as you start slowly bobbing up and down. Peter gasps and moans as you slick his cock with your spit. You pull back and lick him from base to tip. You smile up at him and nuzzle his cock against your cheek. "Such a nice cock... so tasty..." you say before slipping it back into your mouth, bobbing up and down with wet squelching sounds.

"Does it feel good, baby? Is Talenei sucking your little cock well?" Eildiana asks.

"Oh yes... oh mommy, it's so good!" he says. You suck dutifully, loving every second of this boy's taste and texture in your hot, hungry mouth. You never thought you could be so depraved, but here you are, and it's ''fun''.

[[D&D: Eildiana can't fight it anymore and wants to take a turn!|Eildiana can't fight it anymore and wants to take a turn!]]

"I feel..." Peter says between breathy gasps.

"What is it baby? Does it feel like-"

"Like the white stuff's coming!" he finishes his mother's sentence. "It's so close!"

[[D&D: Take Peter's cum on your tits.|Take Peter's cum on your tits.]]

[[D&D: Take Peter's cum on your face.|Take Peter's cum on your face.]]

[[D&D: Swallow Peter's cum.|Swallow Peter's cum.]]

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D&D: Dispell your illusory clothes and help Eildiana give Peter a show.

Kantus — Fri, 13 Feb 2015 10:34:47 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You eye Eildiana up and down, then look at Peter. "Well, if he wants it, then I guess I can't say no," you say, giving him a wink. You touch your necklace and dispell your illu…'

You eye Eildiana up and down, then look at Peter. "Well, if he wants it, then I guess I can't say no," you say, giving him a wink. You touch your necklace and dispell your illusion, revealing your truly naked self. You stand next to Eildiana and wrap and arm around her waist, both curvaceous women standing facing the wide-eyes and hard-cocked young boy. You reach around with your other hand, grabbing one of Eildiana's heavy breasts and bouncing it. "They're so big..." you say, looking at it. "Bigger than mine. Her hips are wider, too." You retract your hand and cup your own breast, pinching your nipple and rolling it roughly. "I think my nipples are better though. Smaller. What do you think, Peter?"

"I like you both!" he says, stuffing his hand down his pants and stroking his cock.

"Then you'll love this..." Eildiana says ans she turns and grabs your other breast, hiking it up and sucking your nipple into her mouth. You wince as pleasure shoots to your core. It's been too long since anyone but you've been mindful of your beautiful breasts. It's nice to have an attentive mouth again. She sucks and licks your nipple and gropes your ass. Breaking her lip lock on your little pink nipple, she move up and kisses you passionately. You trade places, locking your mouth onto Eildiana's hard nipple, nibbling it lovingly. She sighs happily.

You feel her fingers trace little circles on your shaven mound before diving into your folds. Her fingers find your clit, sending lightning up your spine. It feels good, but you lick your lips hungrily - you'd rather be giving right now, and a taste of bard would sate your hunger quite well. You push Eildiana playfully onto the bed. She sits up as you kneel in front of her, spreading her legs as wide as they'll go. You dive in, licking her slit like a thirsty cat lapping up water. Peter makes his way over, curious, and watches. Eildiana grabs your head with one hand and Peter's shoulder with the other as pleasure rocks her body. His eyes focus on his mother's tits more than your oral ministrations. It's clear what he's more interested in.

Between breathy moans, Eildiana looks at her son. "Do you like watching mommy? You're looking at my big breasts bounce... oh sweetie, mommy loves feeling your eyes on her body...!"

Unable to take it anymore, Peter drops his pants and grabs hold of his cock firmly, stroking it feverishly.

[[D&D: Eildiana decides her little boy needs attention.|Eildiana decides her little boy needs attention.]]

[[D&D: Continue your show while Peter masturbates.|Continue your show while Peter masturbates.]]

[[Category:Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: Eildiana decides that Peter needs a show from the two of you

Kantus — Fri, 13 Feb 2015 10:08:20 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'Eildiana clutches a loose sheet to her body to cover her see-through shift. "Oh, baby..." she says with a worried look on her face, kneeling in front of Peter and looking straig…'

Eildiana clutches a loose sheet to her body to cover her see-through shift. "Oh, baby..." she says with a worried look on her face, kneeling in front of Peter and looking straight into his eyes. "I've done almost everything I can think of to try and help you, but you're even more stubborn than I was at your age... I know it's hard. I know you're curious. All boys your age are. It's just... I'm your ''mother''. It's... not normal, Peter."

Peter hangs his head in shame and fights tears as he says "I'm sorry, mom..."

Eildiana smiles. "It's okay! I'm your mother and I love you no matter what." She pulls Peter in and hugs him tightly, saying, "I love you so much..." before releasing him. She smiles at him, and he smiles back, wiping a tear from his eye. You smile. This is the sweetest thing you've ever seen. Eildiana stands and takes one step back. "I want you to know... it's okay to not be normal. It's not normal for young boys to want to see their mothers naked..." she says, dropping her sheet. Your eyes go wide as she grabs the hem of her shift and pulls it over her head, tossing it over her shoulder to onto the bed behind her. "...but it's also not normal for mommies to let their sons see them naked. See? Now neither of us are normal." Eildiana sensually drags her hands up her sides, pressing her breasts together. "So go on. Take a long look. Mommy wants to help you get through this. If having your naughty little way will help you get over it, then I'll happily let you." She spins on her toes and stops with her back to Peter, arching her back seductively and propping up on her tiptoes to emphasize her round ass.

"Oh ''wow''!" Peter exclaims.

You stand awestruck and intensely aroused at the same time. You feel your thighs grow slick, and as Eildiana spins back to face her boy again, you see she is visibly aroused too. Her eyes move to you. "Talenei... I'm sure this is weird for you, and you can leave if you want, but... I owe you for giving me this chance to let loose. Oh, you don't know how long I've wanted to let him see me... It felt so good knowing I could arouse my own son. So... if you're okay with it... would you like to help me entertain my wonderful little boy?" She looks at Peter. "Would you like that, Peter?" Peter nods exaggeratedly.

You bit your lip and press your thighs together as you fight to decide what to do.

[[D&D: Dispell your illusory clothes and help Eildiana give Peter a show.|Dispell your illusory clothes and help Eildiana give Peter a show.]]

[[D&D: This is too weird - you decline and leave.|This is too weird - you decline and leave.]]

[[D&D: You think it would be better if she focused on her son - but you'd love to watch.|You think it would be better if she focused on her son - but you'd love to watch.]]

The magical presence in the building has grown intense now - you sincerely suspect whatever it is in amplifying the arousal of everyone in the house. If this is true, then you really ought to do something about it before these two do something they'll regret!

[[D&D: Find the source of magic in the house and deal with it!|Find the source of magic in the house and deal with it!]]

[[Category:Dungeons and Dragons]]

User:Kantus

Kantus — Thu, 12 Feb 2015 00:37:40 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'Hi, I'm Kantus. I dabble in smut. I decided to make a user page on the off chance people have comments or questions. Not sure why they would since lol who am I anyway, but bet…'

Hi, I'm Kantus. I dabble in smut. I decided to make a user page on the off chance people have comments or questions. Not sure why they would since lol who am I anyway, but better safe than sorry. And who knows, maybe someone does read what I write!

D&D: Take him into his mother's room and tell her about this - with naughty intent.

Kantus — Tue, 10 Feb 2015 01:32:28 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You bite your lip and glance at the cracked door as a naughty plan coalesces in your head. You aren't sure after exhausting yourself with your magical display, but you think you…'

You bite your lip and glance at the cracked door as a naughty plan coalesces in your head. You aren't sure after exhausting yourself with your magical display, but you think you have enough left in you for one charm spell potent enough to make Eildiara particularly suggestible. "Well young man," you say in a mock authoritative tone, "I tried to be nice last time, but this time calls for more decisive action. You wait right here. I'm going to go tell your mother!"

"No!" Peter mouths desperately. But, knowing he's in for it now, he obeys.

You very quietly step into the room. Eildiana is sleeping soundly. You muster the charm spell as best you can and cast it on her. She stirs. You step in to shake her awake. "Talenei...?" she asks, rolling onto her back and sitting up. She clutches the sheet to her chest, and you notice she's dressed in little more than a flimsy shift.

"I caught your boy peeping on you again," you say.

"Oh no..." Eildiana sighs. "Lemme put something on and I'll talk to him."

"You don't have to put anything else on," you say. You have to know of the spell worked.

"Oh... well, okay," Eildiana responds. You smile. She's under your influence now. Not a mindless slave, but simply open-minded and suggestible. She stands and beckons Peter into the room. He paces in slowly, looking at the two curvy women before him. He's surprised his mother would were nothing but her super-short nearly transparent shift. You can't help but look either - you can't see fine details, but you can see where her little pink nipples stand out darker against the fabric, and it's obvious she's not wearing any panties. "Baby..." she says, walking to her boy and running a hand through his hair. "I wish I knew why you were doing this. I'll do whatever I can to help you, if you'd just tell me why."

Peter looks at his mother, then at you. You wink at him, nodding reassuringly towards Eildiana. He gives you a quizzical look. You mouth the words "tell her", a hint he finally gets. "I, uh..." he stammers nervously. "I think you're really really pretty. I want to see you naked. I think about it so much, and every time I do, I get hard."

"Oh... oh wow. Baby, I don't think..." she starts, but you slip behind her and place your hands on her hips.

"He's your son," you whisper sensually into her ear. "It seems wrong, but think about it. You're his mother. You should help him with whatever problem he has, right? You should do everything you can for your sweet boy."

Eildiana nods. "Peter..." she says, slipping the thin straps off her shoulders and letting the thin garment slip to the floor. The boy stares wide-eyed at his mother's nudity - her shapely legs, round hips, shaven pussy, adorable little belly pudge, big tits peaked with small pink nipples. You giggle at the boy's slack-jawed gaze, his solid cock plainly evident inside his trousers. "Mommy will do anything to help you, baby. What do you want now?"

[[D&D: Disperse your own illusory clothes and give Peter a show.|Disperse your own illusory clothes and give Peter a show.]]

[[D&D: Suggest she worship her boy's cock.|Suggest she worship her boy's cock.]]

[[D&D: She lets Peter get hands-on.|She lets Peter get hands-on.]]

[[Category:Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: Step outside to see what Peter is doing.

Kantus — Tue, 10 Feb 2015 01:05:01 GMT

Kantus:

You don your illusory outfit once more and creep into the hall. You quickly see Peter staring through the cracked door to his mother's room. He seems to be very slowly trying to open it. You decide to sneak up on him again to startle him, but this time you don't manage to cast your spell of silence before you step on a creaky floorboard. Peter whips his head around, eyes wide. You press a finger to your lips and move closer to him, throwing up the silence ward. He doesn't look at you.

"Twice now in less than twelve hours?" you say in a hushed voice. Peter only hangs his head. "You do this a ''lot'', don't you?" you ask. Peter nods slowly. You sigh and consider how, or if, you should handle this.

[[D&D: Give him a stern talking-to and go back to bed.|Give him a stern talking to and go back to bed.]]

[[D&D: Laave him be and go back to bed.|Leave him be and go back to bed.]]

[[D&D: Take him into his mother's room and tell her about this.|Take him into his mother's room and tell her about this.]]

You realize as you mull over options that he's definitely staring down your top again. You also notice he's definitely sporting another erection. Maybe it's the magical presence in the home messing with your mind, or maybe you're just a lot more twisted than you thought, but seeing his interest in you and his state of arousal suddenly has you considering far kinkier options...

[[D&D: Take Peter to the guest room and help him work out his situation.|Take Peter to the guest room and help him work out his situatio.]]

[[D&D: Take him into his mother's room and tell her about this - with naughty intent.|Take him into his mother's room and tell her about this - with naughty intent.]]

[[Category:Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: Step outside to see what Peter is doing.

Kantus — Tue, 10 Feb 2015 01:04:40 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You don your illusory outfit once more and creep into the hall. You quickly see Peter staring through the cracked door to his mother's room. He seems to be very slowly trying t…'

D&D: Sleep in the guest room

Kantus — Tue, 10 Feb 2015 00:39:16 GMT

Kantus: Created page with '"Tempting as the offer is," you say, giving Eildiana your best unsubtle bedroom eyes, "I really are rather tired. But I'll certainly visit again, or perhaps you could come to my…'

"Tempting as the offer is," you say, giving Eildiana your best unsubtle bedroom eyes, "I really are rather tired. But I'll certainly visit again, or perhaps you could come to my place sometime...?"

Eildiana is visibly disappointed, but smiles nonetheless. "Sounds fun. Another time, then."

She shows you to the guest room, a small room just across from her own bedroom. She gives your ass a quick, playful grope before you step through the door, but gasps, not expecting to feel bare flesh through your illusory dress. You look at each other and wink at her, whispering "Goodnight" as you close the door.

You touch the amulet and disperse the illusion, climbing into bed. The faint magical presence you felt is stronger now that your mind is clear. It's a strange sensation, keeping you from relaxing enough to sleep immediately. Just as you start to adjust, you hear something - footsteps, small and light, creeping down the hall. You roll your eyes and smirk - Peter must be up to his naughty mischief again. You certainly can't blame him.

[[D&D: Investigate the strange magical presence.|Investigate the strange magical presence.]]

[[D&D: Step outside to see what Peter is doing.|Step outside to see what Peter is doing.]]

[[D&D: Step outside expecting to catch Peter - but it's not who you expected!.|Step outside expecting to catch Peter - but it's not what you expected!]]

[[D&D: Try to relax and get a good night's sleep.|Try to relax and get a good night's sleep.]]

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D&D: Take him home yourself and give him an alibi.

Kantus — Fri, 06 Feb 2015 08:09:57 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You sigh. "Well, we can't have you getting into trouble," you say. It dawns on you - you're still quite naked. He may not know it, but you do. The thought is... wrong. Taboo…'

You sigh. "Well, we can't have you getting into trouble," you say. It dawns on you - you're still quite naked. He may not know it, but you do. The thought is... wrong. Taboo. Morally disgusting. And, to your surprise, that just makes it even more enticing. Besides, who says you can't get a quick thrill from walking this kid home? Your doing a good deed first and foremost, after all! "Tell you what. I'll take you home, okay? That way she won't think you were peeping again."

The boy's face lights up. "Oh thank you miss!" he says. He starts to hug you, but you wave him off.

"Where do you live?" you ask. He points to the house you're standing next to. You stare at the wall for a moment, eyebrow quirked. It eludes you for longer than you care to admit, but finally your sharp Sorceress' mind catches on. ''He... he was peeping on his mother!?'' you think. You opt not to say anything - maybe the bard just lives with them. "Alright sweetheart," you say, taking the child's hand. You walk past the window, dropping your invisibility as you enter the streets. A few short steps later and you're walking up the stairs to the front door. You knock.

The door swing open a few moments later. The woman from the window stands before you, lute slung over her shoulder, hair pinned up, dressed in tall boots, a skirt that barely reaches her knees, and a vest held together with a single button with obviously nothing underneath. "Peter!" she exclaims. "I was looking for you. Were you peeping at me again? I heard something by the window and-"

"Oh, no ma'am," you say. "He..."

"I got lost, mom," Peter says.

''Now there's no doubt,'' you think. Picking up his excuse, you continue, "I happened to be coming this way anyway - I live a few blocks from here myself. I thought I'd show him the way home."

The mother sighs with relief as Peter hugs her. "Oh, well, thank you, miss..."

"Talenei."

"Talenei," the mother repeats. "Well I was off to perform this afternoon, but for bringing my little boy home safe and sound, least I can do it give you something to eat or drink. Come on in, sit down!"

[[D&D: Agree and go inside.|Agree and go inside.]]

[[D&D: Politely decline - you've got a lot of daylight left and have barely begun your naked stroll!|Politely decline - you've got a lot of daylight left and have barely begun your naked stroll!]]

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D&D: Confront the boy about his peeping.

Kantus — Fri, 06 Feb 2015 07:25:23 GMT

Kantus:

A wicked smirk crosses your features as you decide on a bold course of action. Breaking your spell, you grab the boy's shoulder and pull him to the side, out of the window. He yelps and looks up at you, clearly frightened and embarrassed. You press a finger to your lips and cast your invisibility spell again as the woman inside comes to the window and peeks out. The boy stays quiet, staring right at the woman as she looks out, shirt pressed to her ample chest in an attempt to cover up. "Hello?" she asks, looking around futilely. With an exasperated sigh, she goes back to picking out an outfit.

Raising a ward of silence around the two of you, you lean down to the boy, who is still quite hard and obviously staring at your cleavage. "You are a little horndog, aren't you?" you whisper. The boy frowns and looks down. "It's okay, you're a growing, curious boy and all. Still, you shouldn't-"

"I know!" the boy blurts out, barely keeping it to a whisper. You shush him again - at this distance, any louder and the ward would be useless. "I know," he repeats quietly. "Mom's warned me about it before, but I can't help it! She's so pretty!"

"She's caught you peeping before?" you ask.

"Yes..." the boy responds.

You plant a fist on your curvy hip and cock your head at the boy, his trousers still presenting an obvious tent.

[[D&D: Give him a good talk about peeping and be on your way.|Give him a good talk about peeping and be on your way.]]

[[D&D: Take him home yourself and give him an alibi.|Take him home yourself and give him an alibi.]]

[[D&D: Offer to take care of his litte... big problem.|Offer to take care of his little... big problem.]]

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D&D: Confront the boy about his peeping.

Kantus — Fri, 06 Feb 2015 07:24:53 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'A wicked smirk crosses your features as you decide on a bold course of action. Breaking your spell, you grab the boy's shoulder and pull him to the side, out of the window. He …'

A wicked smirk crosses your features as you decide on a bold course of action. Breaking your spell, you grab the boy's shoulder and pull him to the side, out of the window. He yelps and looks up at you, clearly frightened and embarrassed. You press a finger to your lips and cast your invisibility spell again as the woman inside comes to the window and peeks out. The boy stays quiet, staring right at the woman as she looks out, shirt pressed to her ample chest in an attempt to cover up. "Hello?" she asks, looking around futilely. With an exasperated sigh, she goes back to picking out an outfit.

Raising a ward of silence around the two of you, you lean down to the boy, who is still quite hard and obviously staring at your cleavage. "You are a little horndog, aren't you?" you whisper. The boy frowns and looks down. "It's okay, you're a growing, curious boy and all. Still, you shouldn't-"

"I know!" the boy blurts out, barely keeping it to a whisper. You shush him again - at this distance, any louder and the ward would be useless. "I know," he repeats quietly. "Mom's warned me about it before, but I can't help it! She's so pretty!"

"She's caught you peeping before?" you ask.

"Yes..." the boy responds.

You plant a fist on your curvy hip and cock your head at the boy, his trousers still presenting an obvious tent.

[[D&D: Give him a good talk about peeping and be on your way.|Give him a good talk about peeping and be on your way.]]

[[D&D: Take him home yourself and give him an alibi.|Take him home yourself and give him an alibi.]]

[[D&D: Offer to take care of his litte... ''big'' problem.|Offer to take care of his little... ''big'' problem.]]

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D&D: Go see what's got that little boy's "attention".

Kantus — Fri, 06 Feb 2015 07:04:28 GMT

Kantus:

The sight of the boy with the raging hard-on has piqued your curiosity. What could he be looking at that's so enthralling? You slip into the alley, casting a spell of invisibility on yourself as you do. With no fluttering clothes to worry about and the sounds of the city streets concealing your already faint footsteps, it's easy to get right behind the boy. You lean over the boy's shoulder and get a good look in the window, immediately seeing what's got his undivided attention. A curvy woman with long chocolate brown hair, her back turned almost square to the window, stands stark naked, looking over what seems to be costumes. You notice an instrument in the corner of the room and recognize one of the costumes. This woman is a street performer you've seen before, a lutenist of fair skill with a penchant for wearing tops that do little to contain her hefty breasts.

''The boy has good taste,'' you think to yourself. He stuffs his hand down his pants and clearly begins stroking himself.

[[D&D: Confront the boy about his peeping.|Confront the boy about his peeping.]]

[[D&D: Stay silent and watch.|Stay silent and watch.]]

[[D&D: Go back to the main street and see what else looks interesting.|Go back to the main street and see what else looks interesting.]]

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D&D: Go see what's got that little boy's "attention".

Kantus — Fri, 06 Feb 2015 07:04:05 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'The sight of the boy with the raging hard-on has piqued your curiosity. What could he be looking at that's so enthralling? You slip into the alley, casting a spell of invisibil…'

The sight of the boy with the raging hard-on has piqued your curiosity. What could he be looking at that's so enthralling? You slip into the alley, casting a spell of invisibility on yourself as you do. With no fluttering clothes to worry about and the sounds of the city streets concealing your already faint footsteps, it's easy to get right behind the boy. You lean over the boy's shoulder and get a good look in the window, immediately seeing what's got his undivided attention. A curvy woman with long chocolate brown hair, her back turned almost square to the window, stands stark naked, looking over what seems to be costumes. You notice an instrument in the corner of the room and recognize one of the costumes. This woman is a street performer you've seen before, a lutenist of fair skill with a penchant for wearing tops that do little to contain her hefty breasts.

''The boy has good taste,'' you think to yourself. He stuffs his hand down his pants and clearly begins stroking himself.

[[D&D: Confront the boy about his peeping.|Confront the boy about his peeping.]]
[[D&D: Stay silent and watch.|Stay silent and watch.]]
[[D&D: Go back to the main street and see what else looks interesting.|Go back to the main street and see what else looks interesting.]]

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AML:...twelve candles in one breath.

Kantus — Tue, 20 Jan 2015 08:22:26 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You blow out all twelve candles in one breath, then lock eyes with your mother for a brief moment, as if hoping to see something change. To your surprise, you do see something o…'

You blow out all twelve candles in one breath, then lock eyes with your mother for a brief moment, as if hoping to see something change. To your surprise, you do see something out of the ordinary. Your mother winks at you! Your sister Lisa was out of the room fetching presents and your father had his attention on the camera trying to look at the picture he'd just taken, so your mother's odd behavior went unnoticed by anyone but you.

You unwrap your gifts, receiving a new video game and a brand name t-shirt. The party passes otherwise uneventfully until your father and sister turn in early. Both had places to be early tomorrow. You and your mother remain in the kitchen. The both of you collect the dishes, but when you finish, she stops you. "Sweetie," she says, "I've got one last thing for you. Wait here, it's a surprise."

"Okay," you say, taking a seat at the table. A minute or so later, your mother returns, surprise in hand. It's a brand new smartphone. But pleasantly surprising as that was, it wasn't what made your jaw drop. Your mother had stripped to her underwear, a matching lacy black bra and thong!

"I know you've wanted this for a while," she says, setting the phone down in front of you. From your seat, her heaving bosom is just at eye level, and you can't help but stare. "Is it everything you wanted?" she asked. You nod dumbly. "Good!" she says, kissing your forehead. "I'm going to bed, then. Don't stay up too late." She winks at you again and walks away, clearly giving her hips more shake than usual. You watch her leave, enjoying the view, then after you sit there a moment letting this sink in, you head to bed yourself.

Once in bed, you masturbate furiously. You haven't cum that much or had an orgasm that satisfying since you can remember, all from seeing your goddess-like mother in her lingerie. The orgasm is so intense, you conk off to sleep almost instantly after cleaning up.

The next morning, you're awakened by...

*[[AML:...your alarm clock.|...your alarm clock.]]
*[[AML:...your mother's soft voice.|...your mother's soft voice.]]
*[[AML:...the smell of breakfast.|...the smell of breakfast.]]

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A Mother's Love:...yesterday, which was also your birthday

Kantus — Tue, 20 Jan 2015 08:02:23 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You sit in front of your birthday cake with your family gathered around, singing Happy Birthday like they did every year. The whole time, you're stealing quick glances at your m…'

You sit in front of your birthday cake with your family gathered around, singing Happy Birthday like they did every year. The whole time, you're stealing quick glances at your mother, whose tight button-down blouse barely held together under the strain of her 38G breasts. You forget you're supposed to be thinking of an actual wish, so when it comes time to blow out the candles, you draw a blank. You fill that blank with the first thing to jump to mind - ''I wish it wasn't so weird that I find my own mother so damned sexy.''

Wish made, you lean forward and blow out all...

*[[AML:...twelve candles in one breath.|...twelve candles in one breath.]]
*[[AML:...sixteen candles in one breath.| ...sixteen candles in one breath.]]

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A Mother's Love

Kantus — Tue, 20 Jan 2015 07:53:36 GMT

Kantus:

Friday, August 14, 2014, was your lucky day. How you might ask? Well it started...

*[[ You wake up to an alarm reminding you of school]]
*[[ You wake up to the gentle whisper of your mother's voice]]
*[[ A Mother's Love:...yesterday, which was also your birthday | ...yesterday, which was also your birthday]]

[[Category: A Mother's Love]]

AUA: Now that you're in charge, time to set some rules... Lingerie only.

Kantus — Mon, 19 Jan 2015 03:27:50 GMT

Kantus: Created page with '"Don't put those back on," you say. "If you say so," your mother says, shrugging as she tosses her shirt and jeans over her shoulder. "I'll just toss these into the laundry, th…'

"Don't put those back on," you say.

"If you say so," your mother says, shrugging as she tosses her shirt and jeans over her shoulder. "I'll just toss these into the laundry, then."

She disappears through the kitchen, leaving your briefly with your thoughts. You wonder if maybe you shouldn't set some rules. ''I mean, how cool would it be if she was in her underwear all the time?'' you think.

Your mother walks back in, coming up behind the couch and tousling your hair. "So how long do I have to stay like this? Mommy's little perv just wants to prolong the show?"

You mentally nod. "I want to make rules."

"Oh...?" she says.

"From now on, you can only wear underwear," you say, looking up at your mother, who looks down at you from over her huge tits. You see her eyebrows shoot up.

"Honey, I know I said I have to do everything you say, but I can't just walk around the supermarket or go to work dressed like this. Public stuff is... tricky."

You stay silent for a minute. You hadn't thought this through, clearly. "Oh," you finally mumble. "Well, okay, how about just in the house?"

Sarah shrugs. "Yeah, in our house, anything goes. The back yard's fairly private too, I guess, but... well, we can always have different rules for different places." You like that idea and immediately begin pondering a set of rules for the back yard or public stuff.

The day passes otherwise uneventfully. You eye your mother as she walks around, finding it strangely sexy watching her do common household chores in her state of undress. Dinnertime rolls around, and after getting your okay, she throws an apron on and begins cooking.

But you have a problem. Off and on all day while ogling your half-naked mother, your cock has gotten hard several times, and each time you had no relief, simply waiting it out. You didn't think it would be an issue, but it's become incredibly frustrating very quickly. On top of that, you find yourself more and more tempted to get her to go completely naked. You keep imaging her nipples and pussy, and you're tired of not knowing what they really look like. All through dinner you struggle with this. Finally, as you help with the dishes, standing next to your sexy mother, you've had enough.

*[[AUA: You're ready - command her to get naked.|You're ready - command her to get naked.]]
*[[AUA: Tell her about your frustrating erections.|Tell her about your frustrating erections.]]
*[[AUA: Bear with it, go to your room, and knock one out to decompress.|Bear with it, go to your room, and knock one out to decompress.]]

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AUA: Start easy, just make her strip to her underwear.

Kantus — Mon, 19 Jan 2015 03:02:18 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You can't bring yourself to command your mother to get naked outright. But at the same time, she is bound to this arrangement. You just can't not take advantage of it to some d…'

You can't bring yourself to command your mother to get naked outright. But at the same time, she is bound to this arrangement. You just can't not take advantage of it to some degree.

"Well..." you say, struggling with your words a little, "maybe just strip to your underwear? I just want..."

Your mother sighs and smiles. "Sweetheart, you don't ''have'' to go easy on me. I want you to think these things through, but please don't agonize over it. If you really want something, just tell me to do it. All I'm saying is be sure you want it before you ask, okay?"

"O-okay," you stammer. "I s-still want you to strip to your underwear, though."

"Okay sweetie," she says, lifting her shirt up to show her midriff. Though not athletic by any stretch, your mother kept in fair shape, giving her a soft, shapely form without bordering on chubby. She stops short of lifting it over her bra, saying, "Now take a deep breath and relax." She sounds more okay with this than you expected. "I don't want my baby passing out from excitement." She pulls her shirt up and off, revealing a plain white bra pressing her sizable breasts into impressive cleavage. She lets you look for a brief second before, to your surprise, turning around and pulling her shorts down, bending over in the process. She wasn't trying to be sexy by sticking her ass out or anything, but she was obviously trying to provide you with a view of her cheeky white panties. Standing and spinning back around, she cocks a hip to one side and places her hands on her hips, giving you a grin. "Well, buddy? Is it everything you hoped?"

You mutter an affirmative sound, staring at her body. Barring only the faintest of stretch marks from her pregnancy with you, she was astoundingly perfect, as if she was right out of one of your naughty dreams. You ask her to turn around one or two more times, which she does without a word.

Finally, after a few minutes, she asks, "Satisfied?"

"Yes," you say soundly. You're really starting to feel comfortable with this power, and really beginning to trust your mother will actually do whatever you ask. It's a good feeling, not doubting yourself.

"Glad you liked it," she says. She reaches for her discarded shirt, but you reflexively reach out and make a quick sound. She stops midway through picking her top up, bent over forward, cleavage front and center. "What is it now?" she asks.

*[[AUA: It's nothing. Let your mother get dressed.|It's nothing. Let your mother get dressed.]]
*[[AUA: Now that you're in charge, time to set some rules... Lingerie only.|Now that your're in charge, time to set some rules... Lingerie only.]]
*[[AUA: Your confidence is through the roof. Tell her to get naked!|Your confidence is through the roof. Tell her to get naked!]]

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D&D: Explore the residential district in which you live.

Kantus — Sat, 27 Dec 2014 18:38:24 GMT

Kantus: Created page with 'You decide to start with what's most convenient - your own neighborhood. You live in one of the better districts, hardly living like a noble but certainly above the standards of…'

You decide to start with what's most convenient - your own neighborhood. You live in one of the better districts, hardly living like a noble but certainly above the standards of a lowly barmaid or dock hand. You wander down a secondary path along a row of houses. Most stand empty, their owners elsewhere in the city at their various jobs. Others contain wives with children, men and women with the day off, the elderly, even some dogs and cats. It's a quiet day, this small street largely abandoned with two-thirds of the streets' population out and about. But a few things catch your eyes.

An modest-looking man dressed as an adventurer is regarding a map, clearly befuddled, not too far down the street. The thought of engaging in conversation with someone in your state of undress was exciting in and of itself, but perhaps you could also play guide for this handsome man. Maybe you'd hit it off, maybe take him home or to some inn for some fun. Even more curious, you sense he has some magic either about him or on his person. That could be worth looking into by itself.

You peek down an alley and spy a boy of no more than 12 years peeking through a window, staring intently. You aren't sure at this distance, but you think he may be sporting a tent in his shorts. You wonder what has his "attention".

A stray dog sniffs about your feet, coming upon you without you noticing. He's a handsome thing, kept well fed by the generous children on the street. You wince as he shoves his cold nose into your crotch to say hello, the chilly wetness clashing with your hot, slick pussy.

Finally you notice a golden-haired elf woman with a clattering sack on her back and what is clearly a book of spells hanging at her side. You know her, unlike nearly all of your other neighbors - her name is Eirella, a wizard's apprentice with a knack for the technical aspects of spellcasting, but no flair for the dramatic. Her work ethic sickens you, but beyond that she's a good woman. She's always been flirty, and you're in a mood for pretty much anything right now, so you consider speaking to her. At the very least, something in her sack might be of your interest.

[[D&D: Speak to the lost adventurer.]]

[[D&D: Go see what's got that little boy's "attention".]]

[[D&D: Play with the friendly dog.]]

[[D&D: Speak to Eirella.]]

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