Chicks dig the shell

[teenagemutantninjasock]

Tʜᴇ Xᴇɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ Mᴇᴍᴇ

No judgement, only tentacles.
Come one, come all, and bring your non-humans, your aliens and furries
and monsters and angels; if you have none, bring those who would love to
approach those who are inhuman in shape and mind; if you have neither, be free
to alter your characters so they may fit one side, or both. Love knows no boundaries,
after all, nor does attraction; why should species deter one from pleasure and joy?

Directions:

1. Post your character, with preferences and suggestions for those who wish to tag you. Include any information that you think will be relevant and help you find a partner!
2. Tag out to others! A thread takes two, and so does a horizontal tango. You can pick out one of the scenarios suggested below, or do your own thing, whatever. The prompts are mostly there to kick off ideas, not to bind creativity!
3. Be excellent to each other, dudes.

AU Prompts:

i. Enemy Mine

You may not have gotten off to a good start, but trapped, alone together, in a wild place-- well, there's nothing that brings two people closer than relying on only each other for help and survival, and something has bloomed where the land was thought to be barren. So what if you are from different worlds? This is a new world, and there's no one to say that what you do for pleasure or love is wrong.

ii. Pulp Science Fantasy

After being kidnapped by the horrible Xalgonions of Xon'marx XIII, you prayed for someone to save you-- and someone did, clothing ripped and sweat shining on their skin as they cut down your cruel captors. Swoon! How could one not fall in love with someone so very, very swashbuckling, and who cares if their skin happens to be blue or bioluminescent, or if their weapon was clutched in a tentacle instead of a hand?
or...
Perhaps no rescue came, and you are at the mercy of your cruel and perverse captors. Oh no! What horrible, lewd, awful, terrible things will they do to you? What pornographic use will they put you to? Is the rumor that they have amazing dongs true? There's only one way to find out!

iii. High Nonsense Fantasy

Does anyone care about why the incredibly powerful wizards filling the world haven't just magic'd away all disease with their boundless and eternal power? No, of course not; the really important thing is that elves, dragons, centaurs, and fairies are all real, and they are all willing to bone every other intelligent critter around (though some dragons might have a particular taste for royalty).

iv. Urban Fantasy & Modern Magic

Dating in a modern day and age can be hard; it gets harder if you have to plan around your monthly transformation into a canine, or turn into a mermaid every time your date takes you to the beach, or any other issue that arises from your inhumanity in a city built around human needs. Still, perhaps there's something you can offer because of your magic-tainted condition, instead of in spite of it...
or...
Knowing magic is real, and demons are real, led you to those shelves at the back of the library, where everything has disclaimers that you shouldn't try this at home. But if they didn't want you to try it, then they wouldn't have given directions, right? And so you wound up with a demon, or spirit, or ghost, or some other phantasmal or fantastic being following you everywhere you go-- including the bedroom. (The downside: you can't get the salt from the summoning circle out of your carpet, no matter how much you vacuum. #summonerproblems )

v. Fun Fur Everyone

Animal-people are common-- perhaps everyone is an animal-person, with a cat's ears or logic-defying winghands, with whiskers and fur or scales and frills, and the edges of 'attractive' have shifted to include them all. Oh, sure, there might be humans as well (who are attractive in their own right), but think of all the things that animals can do that humans can't, and all the attributes they might not share, and how exciting it could be to learn something new every day you're with your partner of a different breed...

Comments

Elias Ainsworth // Ancient Magus Bride // OTA18+

[gentlemanmonster]

[No Chises, lots of CR before smut]

raphael | tmnt (bayverse) | m/f

[hypeman]

Redscale | villain OC | OTA

[redscales]

[He's a naga-lad with, uh. Player-opt-in customizable parts. Default is non-human-like hemipenis. He's also 20+ feet long. So enjoy that. All prompts are fine by me! :)]

[immortalmarshal]

((Kind of torn between 2 and 3. Can't decide if I want Cor to be 'rescued' or 'kidnapped' by your naga! XD Also, I am down for hemipenis, the more naga the better))

Cor Leonis - Final Fantasy XV - Open to Anyone

[immortalmarshal]

((Default is human, but he can be AU'd into being the 'non-human' upon request. Down for both dubcon and consensual versions of all prompts. Kinks are in his journal!))

Prompto Argentum | FFXV | m/m

[fortheready]

((default is human but he can be AU'd into being the non-human if you'd like! I'd prefer he still be on bottom even if he's the non-human. Dubcon and consensual are both welcome! Kinks include size kink, too full, oviposition, dirty talk/praise kink, possessive/obsessive behavior. I'm pretty cool with anything though!))

hornet | hollow knight

[silksentinel]

((ooc; spider/wyrm hybrid))

Eligre Kaivodulin || D&D/flexible/generic high fantasy || OTA

[lady_kaivodulin]

{{In most high fantasy settings, elves probably aren't considered particularly xeno but I suppose if there's a character that's never seen one or thought they were a myth/fairytale or whatever I guess that would count? Mostly, she's down to be with less human-adjacent partners with tastes that run to demons, orcs, dragons and werebeasts in relatively humanoid shapes, mermaids/sirens probably...Bring me your aggressive and/or seductive monsters.}}

Anders | Dragon Age | OTA

[rebelhealer]

[Human who is open for non-human lovers.]

Grand Admiral Thrawn | Star Wars | m/m

[admiralchiss]

[Chiss genius.]

Thrass | Star Wars | OTA

[eighthfamily]

[Chiss diplomat/noble]

[lady_kaivodulin]

{{My what big teeth you have, etc, etc. Would he have any passing interest in an adventurous she-elf?}}

[lady_kaivodulin]

{{Cool! I can spin us up a fairly generic starter then. Before I do, anything I should keep in mind as we go along? Hard limits being the key thing that comes to mind (safety first!), but any special preferences too. I keep all that stuff for Eligre here, as reference.}}

[lady_kaivodulin]

In this season and in this part of the world, when the sun lingers into the long hours, when the nights are warm and the air hung with the heavy scent of flowers and fruit and of warm earth, there always seems like some occasion or another to congregate. Some half-forgotten folk god to be praised, some festival of a bygone generation, some battle more mythologized than aptly commemorated.

Really, any reason to light fires, roast the spoils of hunt and farm, drink and carouse under the yellow light of a midsummer moon whether the participants were farmers, townsfolk, campaigning soldiers or roving mercenaries.

Eligre was already deep into a horn of mead before she decided to approach Grommash. She'd been watching him for a while-- he was a hard man to miss, after all-- and after a bored consideration of other possible companions, she had armed herself with a large rough-hewn tankard of strong beer and made her way through the raucous crowd to his side, offering it to him with little in the way of formal introduction beyond her sharp, cat-like smile.

"Having fun?" She asks over the wail of some kind of high-pitched fiddle being tuned. She's potentially an outlier in this mix of company, but she doesn't seem to think anything of it, nor of the brazenness of her actions.

{{Let me know if anything needs changed. I left it pretty open if you want to add anything to the set up, if they know each other or are total strangers etc, etc as you might see fit? I can also go for past or present tense however you prefer.}}

[lady_kaivodulin]

"I suppose certain things lose their charm after a century or so." She said, turning her head to watch a couple-- a pretty peasant girl in an embroidered dress of linen so thin it concealed little of the body beneath it and her beau, a clumsy but good-natured farmer's son-- stumble past, all caught up in each other. "But they have so little time. I do not begrudge them. And I'm something of a hedonist myself, always chasing some new and interesting pleasure to pass the time." She held the beer out to him, the gesture almost imperious in its grace and boldness.

{{It appears to be doing this weird thing where it keeps bumping my reply to the bottom of the entry overall. Trying to catch it as soon as I notice but sorry for any weird possible repeat notifs or whatever that might cause?}}

[lady_kaivodulin]

"Mmm, there's a fine vintage of mead being tapped over there." She gestured to a bonfire or two over. "The bees were all pastured on acres of lavender." She takes a sip from the curved horn held loosely in many-ringed fingers. "And an elf indeed." Her smile was wry and she seemed more amused than alarmed by the way he bared his teeth at her. "It must not trouble you over-much, to have accepted my gift so readily." She continued to watch the revelers, the reflective lenses of her eyes making it difficult to discern the expression but a close guess might have been hunger. "Alcohol yes, and food, and music and interesting company are what I want tonight. Are you game, or have you settled into comfortable boredom?" She wasn't a young elf by any means-- though with elves it would always be difficult to tell-- but time had not dulled her hunger for everything the world could offer.

[lady_kaivodulin]

Far from cringing away when he drew up to his full height, she looked him up and down and gave him a deeply self-satisfied smile. Oh, you'll do so nicely, she thought, as she beckoned for him to follow her through the purple shadows among the bonfires. Among tables of bountiful fruits and roasted meats. Throngs of people making merry, playing games of chase and engaging in lively dances. She found the apiarist and his mead barrels easily enough by the scent of the lavender bushels he kept close to hand. He looked somewhat alarmed by the orc but was seemingly cured of his prejudices by the jingle of Eligre's purse.

"You will give my new friend and I all the mead we require." She said, coolly. "And you'll smile while you do it."

"Y-yes ma'am--!" And just like that, the orc's mug was full of cool mead with the aromatic, somewhat smoky quality of lavender honey. Eligre's vessel was topped up as well.

"Where else shall we go, my dear?" She purred, watching him over the rim of her cup.

[lady_kaivodulin]

"The Overflowing Cups?" She asked, holding out her hands in a comical charade of the inn's sign, which featured a plump woman with two tankards balanced on an ample bust. "I am lodged there as well." It was hardly a noteworthy coincidence, the town has but one lodging house that doesn't bat an eye at nonhuman patrons. It merely meant a choice of places to retire to when they've grown tired of drinking.

As they walked away from the bonfire field, she rather brazenly slipped her arm into his in a companionable gesture. It was not the most graceful stride to keep up with the significant height difference, but she was already a little unsteady anyway. "They have some very good ciders on tap, should we be out of mead by the time we arrive. And with everyone out in the field it should be a quiet evening, should you be sick of their festivities."

[lady_kaivodulin]

"Just at the top of the stairs." She said, pointing. "I'll leave the door open for you."

When he returned to her, she was sitting on the foot of the bed, legs crossed primly.

"There is a chair, if you would find that less forward." She pointed to a rough-hewn table and chair beneath the window. "I shouldn't like to assume too much, even if you did come here so obligingly." She unwound the pale green scarf around her head, revealing pointed ears dripping with silver earrings. She had bathed before going out to the bonfires and the removal of the scarf brings with it the rich aphrodisiac smell of amber and incense perfume clinging to her ink-colored tresses.

[lady_kaivodulin]

She laughed, holding up her hands in a playfully apologetic gesture before she took her mug from him.

"Shy? Never. But I wouldn't want to cause offense by immediately offering you the bed as if to imply you were some wanton beast with no other objective than my elf-maid's virtue." Her expression was clearly teasing. She hadn't been in possession of maidenly virtue for many decades now.

Her green eyes glittered in the low light of a single lantern hanging beside the bed as she watched him unfasten his armor. "Shall I lend you a hand?"

[lady_kaivodulin]

Speaking of a complete lack of affront to one's virtue...there were the laces of his trousers right there in front of her bright and greedy eyes.

"Happy to help." She said, picking apart the laces with her delicate fingers. "You seem to have warmed up to me considerably." She noted, maintaining her prim, conversational tone even as she ran her hands over the shape of his cock through the fabric of his trousers before tugging the garments down to get a look at her prize.

[lady_kaivodulin]

A challenge, but one she was eager to meet. She shifted up onto her knees on the bed, jewelry jingling as she pulled off her loose linen shirt, a small bony figure, scarred by burn and blade and lash: a life of risk and ruin written on her skin. Revealing small but bottom-heavy breasts with dark, high-set nipples. She sat back on her knees, letting him get a long look at her before she leaned forward, taking that heavy cock in her bony fingers.

[lady_kaivodulin]

She allowed him this absent minded petting as she stroked him, long lazy movements meant to raise him to full-- and impressive-- hardness. She leaned forward, sweeping her dark hair over here shoulder with her free hand and took him in her mouth. Oh, she probably couldn't take all of it, at least not for very long, but she was more than willing to demonstrate that this wasn't the first time dealing with armaments above and beyond that which her own species possessed.

She braced her hands on his thighs, nails biting into his flesh as she swallowed as much of him as she could, purring with amusement and desire.

[lady_kaivodulin]

She permitted him to rest his hand on the back of her head as she worked long his length. She was hardly selfish: she had brought him here to ease her boredom and slake the hunger being on the road could instill in the body. And she did not invite human men into her bed, and rarely even those of her own species. The Orc had been a treat to spy amongst the bonfire goers. He wasn't her first, but he was an impressive specimen to be sure and she had found herself pleasantly surprised by his sense of adventure, to see him warm to her oblique invitations.

She dragged her nails over his hips and squeezed her eyes shut, taking him nearly to the root for a few breathless moments before she had to pull back to breathe, her throat aching. Hands stroking what her lips had been forced to abandon.

"Would you like to fuck me?" She asked, the word sounding especially filthy in her finely-bred accent, in the same prim tone she'd been using this whole.

[lady_kaivodulin]

"Hm." She rolled onto her back first and pressed the toe of her boot into his broad chest. "Take off my boots then, so you can take my leggings down." She said, haughty as a princess. Knowing full well that sprawled like this in the near-dark, her face flushed with exertion, refusing him immediate release, she must have made for a terrible temptation. She watched for his reaction. He could either acquiesce to her command or take what he wanted; it was all fun and games to her, really.

[lady_kaivodulin]

She snarled right back at him, but she didn't push him away when he handled her so brutishly. Clothes could be mended after all, and she would have little else to do tomorrow, certain she'll be too sore to ride or even walk.

It hurt and she wouldn't begin to pretend otherwise, crying out as he pushed into her with little to no consideration for her slight frame. But it wasn't her first go with such rough handling. She wouldn't call herself a size queen, but she'd rather a cock that felt much too large on the initial breech than one that felt too small. And she'd had more painful experiences: her stomach marred by the silvery ripples indicative of someone who had once borne a child (as well as a magically imbued tattoo to prevent such a thing from happening again).

Still, it was quite a lot to take in-- literally-- and her nails tore red welts into his forearms as she clawed him in a spasm of mixed pain and pleasure,

[lady_kaivodulin]

She swore and ground her teeth and squirmed in his rough grip. Definitely no walking tomorrow, but she knew what she was getting into. It seemed somewhat miraculous that he managed, at length (pun intended) to fit their hips together, and she was keenly aware of what she imagined was every possible inch of his cock. She exhaled in a broken, delirious laugh.

"Oof. Gods--!" She said, breathlessly, her fingers gripping his wrist tight to steady herself.

The Helltaker | Helltaker | M/F

[helltakinghotcakes]

[Human, and willing to brave the hordes of hell for demon dames.]

[amartolosa]

[Lucifer's daughter and a manifestation of his sins in Paradise Lost, mother of hellhounds, 6 winged seraphim with either a human body or a naga. Would be happy to come play in your sandbox.]

[helltakinghotcakes]

[Holy hell am I ever down for that, BUT just so we're both on the same page: Helltaker here comes from a goofy puzzle-game in which he basically wakes up one day and decides he's gonna go to hell to seduce himself a demon harem just because he can, and most of the girls he meets goes along with it because they're bored of Hell and he makes kick-ass pancakes. It is pretty much treated as a given they're going to get him killed within a couple of years either from exhaustion or because their sociopathic impulses has already gotten him stabbed multiple times. Lucifer exists, she is a hot lady in a suit, and she is basically treated as a middle-manager the other rambunctious demons don't really pay much attention to. Just letting you know, the mood this character comes from is VERY un-serious, and while I am totally willing to play along with a more serious-minded approach like your backstory it's gonna require some thinking on my behalf to "shift modes" and write appropriate replies, so to speak.
Then again if you DO already know that and just wants a beefy stoic switch to have fun with then disregard all that babble, I guess.

At any rate- I think that if you're still up for doing this then the Naga body would be preferable, because the Helltaker does not do things by halfsies. He came for demon dames, he's getting demon dames.]

[amartolosa]

[I am happy to play along with a little bit of silliness and can take your lead for tone. We can seriously have fun where all the hellhounds are yappy puppies or something crazy too. XD This lady is very fun loving and girly so she is easy to go sideways. One thing we can play with is that she is the guardian of the doors to Chaos/Hell. Meeting her is easy enough. We can even play where she is the first one he runs into if you want and has to convince her to open the door for him so he can get more demon ladies. XD]

[helltakinghotcakes]

[Ha ha FUNNY YOU SHOULD MENTION HELLHOUNDS.
But just so I'm clear: would you like to play out their first encounter at the gates and what he does in order to "convince" her to let him in, or should she being the first one he meets simply be the "background" for when they're out of Hell and back at his home?
Also, just so you know I'll be leaving soon for dinner and meetings, so I'm gonna be a slow-tagger in general.]

[amartolosa]

[Either is fine with me.
No worries. I had to go to work. I can be a slow tagger sometimes too.