Ridiculously Fun and Fantastic Occasionally Furry Adventures
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				Title: <strong>Ridiculously Fun and Fantastic Occasionally Furry Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 06:53:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>~Ridiculously Fun and Fantastic Occasionally Furry Adventures~ </strong></div><br><br><strong>Roleplay Includes (but is not limited to)</strong><br>*Size differences<br>*Large volumes of cum<br>*Possible multiple partners/gang bangs<br>*Strange situations/inappropriate places<br>*Kinky humor<br><br><strong>~Setting~</strong><br><br>The world of Havoc has strange local physics; anthropomorphic creatures are about equally likely to evolve as humans. Magic exists, as well as monsters, as one might expect in a standard DND setting with one large exception: the inhabitants can effectively gain power by successfully bringing other creatures to orgasm. Monsters who claim the climaxes of enough creatures can evolve, almost Pokemon style, into new and more glamorous and dangerous forms. Likewise, Mages and other types of class-oriented people can fuel their powers or obtain supernatural benefits from doing such. <br><br>As a result of Hacoc’s unique meta-magic properties, over time, people have learned to harness the power of orgasms to create a sort of trade economy. In many ways, allowing a complete stranger to fuck you is a sign of generosity. On the other hand, sex acts are – in many cultures – still kept relatively guarded and under wraps, leading to lots of quasi-incestuous situations that we won’t go into here. <br><br><br><strong>Looking for:</strong><br><br>People interested in joining a series of haphazard adventures; no need to commit to long-term here. Email me (please be able of writing a minimum of 250 words a post) and once you're given the go ahead, just write yourself into the existing stories. We're not going to shun/take anything too seriously unless you'd like to be added long term.<br><br><strong>Long term players</strong> - ideally no more than 1 man and 1 woman, in addition to the 2 major players. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 06:54:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>~Crest Intro~</strong></div><br>(http://dariusfallenstar.webs.com//photos/Characters/panthro.jpg)<br><br>The metallic cylinder was one of a kind, though there had been plans for many long ago. Eldritch runes, each worth a few hundred orgasms, souls, gallons of blood – or whatever method of payment to whatever system of magic you happen to ascribe to – had been crafted into the tank, allowing for the creation of what should have been the ultimate adaptive guardian and companion. Unfortunately, the Blood Wars happened.<br><br>In short, the Blood Wars were started by a group of monsters determined to prove that they were, in fact, monsters and not just bad sex-jokes waiting to happen. They’d stopped fucking people and trying to make them climax and started…well, eating them. And not in such a friendly way as all that. Massive massacres ended up reducing the world’s swiftly swelling population to a tiny fraction of what it was. That was fifty years ago. Now, fortunately, times are more peaceful; albeit unfortunate – most of the male population still suffers from the old wars, as such a huge number were killed by the most horrible monsters of all – the so-called “Cock Biting Plague” – a swarm of cockroach like insects that…well…consumed dicks. And no, not in that good way – still. <br><br>An earthquake brought the canister to the surface of the world, dislodging it from the underground domain of the Sorceress who had created Crest in the first place. Like the silvery tip of a stiffening Anthro-Wolf’s cock, it popped out of the landscape and onto dry land, rolled down hills until it picked up enough speed to careen over a rocky slope and into the river, only to surface –some-fucking-where else in the world, on a shore, at the edge of a lake, on a beach – anyway. Traders found the capsule and, seeing the contents, loaded it onto wagons and carted it back the way Crest had come, north again.<br><br>Only to be ambushed, gang-raped, and murdered by Orcs. Yeah, apparently some monsters just couldn’t get over themselves. Later that night, a hurricane had swept through the area, sending the capsule careening off into the distance. <br><br>Which was precisely why the silver capsule containing what appeared to be a massively endowed Anthro-Panther was laying on the crisp green grass in the middle of nowhere. It was also how several of the protective runes on his capsule got scratched enough for the glass to have sunk in about half an inch, revealing a small button one might depress to release the capsules captive…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lunareyes</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 08:28:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">~Laly the Ever Enthusiastic Squirrel~</div><br><br><br>She's read too many books, heard too many stories, a squirrel with her head up a tree. The young adventuress Laly Lellwitz is determined to find fame and fortune in a world gone slightly mad. With dreams of arcane artifacts and horny heroes dancing in her head Laly has decided to set out to make a name for herself in the world of Havoc; a name she will forge in her own eccentric way. Boisterous and eager Laly is a squirrel that knows what she wants and how to get it; she will stop at nothing to achieve her goals.<br><br>Having lived all 19 years of her life, thus far, in a secluded farming town she knows little about the realities of the world. With only her books to go on she approaches the concept of taking on an adventurers life with as much gusto as the heroes portrayed in her literature. Trying, all to hard, to look the part the feisty squirrel straps two sabers to her hips and dons an eye-patch, despite fully functional sight in both. With a satchel of potions (most just colored water) and assorted magic looking (most entirely mundane) goods strapped to her back Laly confidently sets off towards the capitol.<br><br>What Laly does know, however is that in the world of Havoc sex is power, sex is money and sex is fame. Thankfully for her erotic indulgence is one area in which she excels. As a young nymphite carnal acts simply come naturally to her approaching the entire concept with rabid enthusiasm; and in a world as lecherous as Havoc it proves to be a highly demanded personality quirk.<br><br>So armed to her two front teeth with enthusiasm, curiosity and an epic libido she put two paws on the dirt trail and started walking. An hour passed, then two and her as yet uneventful trip was already starting to wear on what minuscule patience she had. Curiosity bested her judgement the squirrel starting to take detours, the scenic route as her father would have called it. Laly followed one path she knew would lead to a moderate sized town, a good distraction before the main event of the capitol itself.<br><br>It wasn't long before this new route took the squirrel past a grassy field in full summer blood, the scent of grass and flower tickling her sensitive twitching nose. Something in the distance glinted and yet again something shiny bested something not. Veering into the empty grassland Laly came upon a pod; a silvered capsule the likes of which she'd never seen before. Now curiosity may have killed the cat but certainly those of squirrel blood would be fine! Eying what appeared to be a button the squirrel swiftly pushed it not entirely thinking but taking a swift hop back, you know, for safety's sake.<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee461/lunareyes1/Scarlet_by_jollyjack-1-1.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 08:53:06</strong>
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				Crest woke with a startled shout as cool wind pushed him from the blissful ignorance of being unborn and into the cruel warmth of a moist and cock-hungry world. Springing from the pod like some sort of pornographic jack-in-the-box, the lithe pantheric creature’s close-cropped fur served him well, lining his densely muscled body and encasing the base of his club-like shaft. Unfortunately, for all his poise and pride, he’d been made by men – men who…well, tended to exaggerate. He leapt out, as graceful as a cat, six-inch long claws of steely grey flashing and fell in a handsome crouch, just before the grassy world and…<br><br>Fell forward as the weight of his unlikely member yanked him off of his feat and smacked, head-first into the grassy terrain. A yowl of frustration and sensation ripped through Crest as he tried to stand. Once he’d gotten used to the baby attached to his pelvis, he managed just fine. Glancing down, he eyed himself skeptically, as though wondering what-in-fuck had happened to the manhood he REALLY should have had. It just didn’t fucking feel right! And he was an anthro…so…you know how bad things were.<br><br>Brushing himself off, idly lifting his member up high enough to exhale and lick some of the dirt off, he turned around to spy his surroundings, seeing the squirrely woman only after he’d taken in the open landscape. Upon spying her – and those gorgeous curves ,the predatory did what all men do confronted by a beautiful woman: he dropped his clean cock, swept his short-haired mane of hair back – more finger combing really – and puffed his chest out boldly.<br><br><strong>“Me! Crest!” </strong>He said, beating his chest with one paw, eyes upraised toward the heavens in a pose of almighty serenity. Then, after a second of silence, he glanced down to see if she was properly in awe. The mirth in his gem-like emerald eyes was buried beneath whatever levels of training his master had given him prior to sealing him away – along with his sense of modesty. Then again, what modesty do you give your anthro pet when you’ve endowed him so…ridiculously. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lunareyes</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 09:13:56</strong>
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				Laly was absolutely taken aback by the effects of her curiosity, her curiosity and the button pushing that resulted. She was immediately unsure whether she regretted the decision or not. Scurrying several paces back the moment the pod showed it's first signs of movement she watched from what she believed to be a safe distance. For extra insurance her over-sized, bushy tail wrapped loosely around her body, a protective measure that would, honestly have little effect if whatever resided inside the pod wanted her on a stick.<br><br>Her eyes were already larger than the norm but upon witnessing the 'panther-thing' emerging from it's pod her eyes grew twice the size; and upon seeing the ridiculous size of the beast's endowment,... well it's like she kept her eyes inside her head! Staring in wide-eyed amazement her expression quickly turned to one of confusion and mild amusement as the animal promptly fell on it's face. With head cocked to one side Laly cracked a grin shuffling slightly closer.<br><br>Swallowing hard she simply stared as the 'panther-thing' regained it's footing taking note of it's complete lack of modesty. Though she was not much better clad in a tight leaver bodice that accentuated her ample breasts and a dangerously short miniskirt, viewing from the right angles revealed some thought provoking sights. Opening her mouth to speak but was promptly interrupted by the virile male.<br><br>"Me! Laly!" she hollered back at Crest clearly poking fun at the way he spoke mimicking his motions; paw met breast. For a moment the two stared at each other before Laly cracked another mischievous grin and for some reason that probably only made sense to her broke down into hysterics. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 09:23:56</strong>
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				Crest looked down at himself thoughtfully – the fat veins in his manhood were a little odd. He wanted to study them, but – more than anything else – he wanted to study the little squirrel’s breasts. They were covered in something – why? Who would restrain such amazing globes of delicious milk-worthy deliciousness from view? Or, better yet, from his lap-hungry mouth. As he stood there, lost in thought, his tongue lolled past his lips – forked, it was pierced six times, with little metal studs. It lashed about briefly before he managed to come to his senses.<br><br>“You! Lah-lie?” He said, pronouncing her name carefully. His teeth gleamed white behind his surprisingly expressive lips as he tried to figure out how to enunciate properly with that massive tongue. Apparently, the poor creature had been made for fucking and fighting – and both elements had been exaggerated in wild proportions. His muscular six pack flexed, tensing dramatically, giving Laly a perfect view of impossible muscular control and dexterity above the flat furry plate of his lower stomach, before diverging into that…thing. <br><br>Crest turned, looking around and, seeing his capsule, reached down to touch the metal. “H…h…hoo…Hooome,” he said, stretching the word out. At his touch, the capsule ignited with brief – sparkling color as the runes coating it simultaneously ignited and…the capsule vanished. Crest sank to his knees and screamed.<br><br>“No!!! No go home!!! NO HOME GO!!!” He floundered about in the dimple that had been his grow-tube for however many years he’d been imprisoned for all of ten seconds before he stood, dried his eyes, and resumed staring at something calming.<br><br>Laly’s breasts. <br><br>"Why cover lady?" He asked, curiously, leaning scandalously close to observe her cleavage. 
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				Post by: <strong>Lunareyes</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 09:41:03</strong>
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				Three hours, a mere three hours she had left home&nbsp; and already Laly was witnessing something she'd not even imagined. Her books certainly didn't mention as utterly confusing as the scene before her. They weren't prude tales either, the literature of havoc spoke of grand orgies, legendary gangbangs and acts of erotic skill one could only dream of achieving; but this, this was certainly on a whole other level. Laly hadn't seen a cock even half the size of what Crest boasted.<br><br>for a moment she felt immensely sorry for the beast wanting to go over and hug him, Poor thing, lost it's home whatever was it to do. She was certain he could handle himself though, in fact in the back of Laly's mind resided a twinge of fear. If Crest so wished to kill her, to rape here, there was little her meek squirrel form could do to stop him. She sincerely doubted her sabers would be of much help either!<br><br>"Cover, covered what?" she inquired following the line of Crest's eyes, and claw. "You mean my clothes, why do I wear clothes? Well,... I guess to stay warm, and clean." she replied as best she could. "To be fair you might get around better covering up that meaty pole of yours!" she exclaimed. "Maybe you could rig up a hammock for it or something, your bound to get crass stains in the tip" Laly snickered and smirked.
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 09:48:53</strong>
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				Crest looked down at himself, across the broad planes of his muscular chest with dark, perky nipples down toward the monstrosity that more resembled a Sand Worm from Dune than an actual penis and cocked his head to the side. He looked back up at her quizzically. <br><br>“Me need clothes. Hammock. Cover. Does that help empty balls?” He gestured toward the nearly proportional balls hanging on either side of the thing-that-shall-not-be-mentioned. The hairy things were, somehow, not banging together like footballs – perhaps magic had facilitated such impossibilities. <br><br>He stepped closer, until he was near enough to kiss, his musky odor incredibly pleasant – an aphrodisiac, or simply the pungent prospect of him was enough to destroy brain cells at roughly the same speed as someone mainlining Drain-O directly into their brain – “Me want make happy. You show. Me do. Me protect little one.” He smiled at her, showing lots of teeth and reached out to pet her head, clearly trying to calm her.<br><br>The fact that his motion brushed side with the meaty shaft of that thing…clearly was an afterthought to actually providing her with some sort of care. Nevertheless, the contact did happen, as electric and poignant as an impending bullet to the aforementioned brain. The feeling of him, velvet, squishy (he was soft) and sleek was, in some ways like cake – sweet, scrumptious, and enticing. Okay, maybe more like a cookie. On the other hand, it kind-of resembled a nuclear weapon too. At any moment, the launch sequence could threaten the world with disaster.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lunareyes</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 10:07:51</strong>
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				"No it doesn't help empty ba..... what?!" she exclaimed simply blown away by the wording of the sentence than startled. "Why would,... oh...!" she finished cutting herself off when the panther began to approach.<br><br>Bushy tail flicked eagerly back and forth behind Laly as the panther-thing approached her. Her bulbous blue eyes shone looking up at him, from his face to the meaty baton between Crest's legs. His scent caught her strong, twitching noise, a musk she'd never smelled before, unique in it's nature, strong, unrelenting. Laly almost coughed the fur on the back of her neck pricking up slightly, tail flicking more feverishly.<br><br>His monstrous paw patted the top of her head and in an almost involuntary action she nuzzled into it closing her eyes, for it was clearly affectionate in nature. Laly's paw, matching her other actions, reached out without knowing what she was doing, delicately reaching for the panther pole already bumping her body. The heat radiating off it was immense, it felt soft, glorious.
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 02:13:42</strong>
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				Crest shifted away from the little squirrel’s paw, shaking his head slowly. “No. Dangerous. Too small.” He glanced around and inhaled, wide nostrils flaring powerfully, even as he backed a few more inches away from the eager – beautiful – squirrel. Not far enough away that he couldn’t keep stroking her, though. Never that. <br><br>Designed to protect and, apparently, to serve, Crest’s senses were dialed up into the stratosphere. Looking toward the north, to a distant tree line that framed the vast rolling greenery that his capsule had somehow ended up on, he frowned. The tips of his teeth bumped against his bottom lip, dimpling the skin cutely as he did.<br><br>“Smell bad. Me no like.” To accentuate the statement, he casually extended one of his pillar-like arms toward the direction of the bad scent and withdrew one of his claws. The metallic-looking thing extended far further than one proportional to an actual cat-Neko might have and the tip seemed a little…serrated. <br><br>Then again, cats had barbed cocks, so who knew what Crest might be packing in terms of…added bonuses.<br><br>There, in the distance, a few dozen shapes seemed to shift at the edge of the wood. If they were monsters, it could mean trouble – especially so close to Laly’s home. Crest seemed almost nonchalant as his paw swept down, gripping Laly’s furry, delicious hip and he murmured, <br><br>“Smell bad. They come. Me smash.” He sounded entirely confident and accentuated the words with a fist against his chest. It certainly made a meaty sound.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lunareyes</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 02:50:17</strong>
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				Despite only having one hand upon her hip Laly felt utterly engulfed in black bristle like fur, The panther thing was coddling her, with the intention of protecting her petite (in comparison) squirrelly self from the apparent monsters down yonder field. Squinting she attempted to make out a recognizable shape in the silhouettes approaching from the shaded glen of the forest beyond the field in which they stood. From what she could make out they most certainly -could- be monsters but it seemed her trained nose and keen eyesight paled in comparison to that which Crest possessed.<br><br>"Are you cert-" Laly started cut off by an ominous bellow originating from the approaching shapes. Each of the figures broke into what run, charging the pair. Laly squeaked loudly and backed her body into Crest's firm body as if seeking protection. She was no coward but when in the presence of a lovable cougar-man happy to provide ceaseless protection, why not indulge him?<br><br>"Yes Crest you smash!" Laly shouted encouragingly, "and Laly will watch and perhaps shout a few words of encouragement hmm?" she continued prodding the beast of a panther forward. Addming a few words of encouragement, "Don't worry I believe in you!" she smiled up at him giving Crest her best sweet helpless girl look, eyes big, hands clasped together beneath her chin.
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 03:07:40</strong>
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				The things were Toad-hats; so called because they appeared to be lumbering, slowly-hopping Toad-men with red hats on. Those hats were actually their genetalia – and were, upon close inspection, roughly penis-shaped. Notorious for their desire to head-butt females in the stomach (usually to death) in order to achieve climax, the Toad-hats were among the most vicious monsters to roam the world. Targeting women for their profane proclivities was just…wrong. Especially when so much of the population was female, now. <br><br>Crest saw these things as they drew closer and seemed to still himself, eyes narrowing. There were a dozen..no…two…no…three. A whole tribe of Toad-hats! The head-butting fuckers were nearing at a slow hip-hoppity pace that was unnerving and inexorable. Their bulbous, round shapes covered in knots and knobs and warty nodules and ichor ….revolting beyond belief. But there were so many of them! <br><br>Crest nodded, “We smash!” And, unceremoniously, picked Laly up in his arms and began running the other direction. Fuck fighting thirty or more Toad-hats as they tried to ram-rod him and cum on his chest and stomach. That was just…eww. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lunareyes</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 03:36:35</strong>
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				Laly yelped as she was scooped up by the the panther the sudden lose of contact with the ground a bit dismaying. Flailing she tried to establish some semblance of balance in the beast's arms. Sadly balance was not to be found, adding to the young squirrel's dismay her furry companion bolted in the opposite direction to that which was expected. The squirreless lurched forward and would have planter her two front teeth in the grassy knoll had it not been for panther-thing's strong grip. Instead she fell forward, ass in the air her upper body dangling wrong way up against crest's bare back. Each stride he took bouncing her back and forth her ample breasts, thankfully cushioning the squirrel's impact with his iron-hide back each time.<br><br>Shaking her head to regain her wits Laly bellowed, "Crest! What in the name of fucking tits are you doing?!" the squirrel protested in a voice louder and grumpier than to be expected from such an a pleasant squirrel-kin. Kicking her legs and trying to right herself, to no avail she continued, "Those things will rape he entire county if they're not stopped!" Laly really didn't know what THEY could honestly do to stop them but she knew they had to do something, anything to prevent a mass toad rape bludgeoning.
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 04:18:22</strong>
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				Crest felt the comforting presence of soft, furry globes against his back and found the run quite pleasant. It was his first, after all. The movement of the wind against his dense fur, the landscape vanishing around and behind him – he was having a grand time until his new companion began screaming at him. His ears twitched back on his angular head, trying to understand the words coming out of her mouth but he wasn’t designed to identify sounds at that angle, from that level. Still, based on the pitch of her screams, he figured it was important – so he stopped. Abruptly.<br><br>The motion brought her breasts squishing against his back even more pleasantly. He was instinctively attracted to breasts, of course, but this sort of interaction was making him a little confused&nbsp; - his flight or fight instincts were up, but so was his need. A dizzying mixture. <br><br>It took him a few moments to right the little thing and help her stand before him and a few more seconds for him to understand what she was saying. He blinked at her owlishly and considered before replying to her cries that they stop a horde of invading fuck-head-toads. <br><br>“Me stop. What me get?” Crest asked wryly. He had really, really enjoyed the shoulder carry. “Me carry more, run more? That good fun.” He looked almost…euphoric at the thought. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lunareyes</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 04:38:47</strong>
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				It was all madness to Laly her cries at first appearing&nbsp; unheard or ignored. Worse yet the faster the couger ran the more she bounced. Wind whipped her bare rump, tail bent back and fluttering like a flag her skirt joining it - and of course she didn't have any panties, what sane adventurer would?! So the rushing air battered her bare sex due to the sheer speed that Crest had reached.<br><br>With an 'oof!' she battered into Crest's back harder than she had been her breasts actually sore from the rough treatment, her skirt thankfully fixing it's inverted state in the sudden stop. A Moment later Laly found herself back on her paws trying gain some semblance of balance, the squirrel was very disoriented by the whole ordeal but Crest seemed to be paying attention. quickly she rattled off all of her points so she was sure her panther companion understood. <br><br>Upon hearing Crest's request she Laly thought quickly, time was of the essence. "Well yes, yes you could carry me some more most certainly, but how about a little kiss from a lovely maiden? Would that be worth your while sir Crest?" she inquired striking her practiced 'sexy squirrel' pose before the male. Her paws under her breasts pushing them up and together making the ample baubles look all the more ripe. The squirrel bent slightly at the middle sticking her rump out and arching her back, crouching at the knees. Her face screwed up in a divine, genuine pleading smile eyes big and glistening in the summer light. All in all it looked somewhat ridiculous but managed to highlight her best features, as intended; her ass, her breasts, her figure and face.
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 07:49:16</strong>
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				The squirrel’s posture wasn’t a little ridiculous – it was *a lot* ridiculous. Anyone else might have burst into laughter at the sight of such a posture, but Crest was newborn. Sure, he had a lot of technical knowledge, even limited language, but cultural norms were beyond him. As far as he saw, the female before him was offering him endless delights to go fight a few head-bangers. Well, it was, in truth, risking his life and, more importantly, his humility but…what sane creature could give up such a profound offer? <br><br>Gently patting Laly on the head, Crest murmured, “Stay here. Me go,” and turned to run after the monsters. Without carrying her weight, indeed, with the additional experience of actually running a few hundred meters, Crest practically flew across the ground. His sleek movements gave way to a forward motion that saw him fall to all fours. His arms were a bit too long for this position to seem feasible, but he managed a sort of reaching-leaping-loping gallop that made up for the awkwardness. Unfortunately, the position also made his mammoth cock slap and pounce and otherwise drag into the ground. <br><br>If it hurt, Crest didn’t show it – and he certainly did not slow.<br><br>He made it to the Toads in record time, bowling into one in a cat-caw flurry of rending teeth and claws. The creature practically exploded in a green globe of snot as Crest tore through it and into the next two, knocking them over. Six inch claws flashing, he whirled – instincts calling out – and slashed the faces of two other frogs, imploding their heads. Crest was…strong. And hey, these were frogs with dicks on their heads. In a matter of minutes, half their number was dead. Only then did the remaining half turn to charge Crest.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lunareyes</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 04:53:34</strong>
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				Again Laly was no coward, she would not heed Crest's words. The squirrel woman had convinced the panther-beast to take on what any sane mortal would consider a monumental and fool-hardy task. Taking on that many of any monster, no matter how weak and slow was to risk one's life and one's hygiene. She did have faith in her dark protector but she simply could not ask him to go it alone. Bounding forward with a leaping gait the squirrel followed after Crest as best she could.<br><br>Squirrel-kin could cover ground fast and Laly was no different. Her agility and dexterity were among her strongest traits but even her powerful legs were no match for the dizzying speeds her companion had reached. Crest crashed into the horny throng before she had even made half the distance his brutality in combat a truly remarkable sight to behold. The bestial anthromorph probably had no idea she was following him and his unbridled fury was something Laly certainly did not want to be exposed to so she made to keep her distance ensuring she wasn't mistaken for a vile cock-frog. <br><br>Reaching into her satchel she retrieved a vial of brilliant orange liquid the other paw finding one of her paired sabers. Flanking the creatures in a crescent Laly lept into the air her powerful thighs sending her nearly three meters above the grassland below. At the crest of her jump she threw the vial clutched in her right paw the glass shattering upon impact. Laly prayed it wasn't one of her fakes regretting; colored water would be highly ineffective! Luck was on her side the burst container flash freezing the very ground give of the vile monsters stood upon. Tendrils of ice crept up their bulbous legs firmly rooting each hideous toad where they stood.<br><br>It was child's play to finish them off her sabre swinging in graceful wide arcs each slicing clean through thick toad flesh. Laly's swordplay was impressive and unexpected, not the sort of artistry of blade one would expect from such an innocent looking creature, however there was much to Laly's personality that defied her outward appearance. With three of her five victims dead the remaining pair attempted to charge the squirrel. To their dismay the monsters realized the powerful magic within the weaponized potion didn't simply freeze the air around their feet; the cold had penetrated bone deep the action shattering their limbs in a shower of fleshy red stained ice. The toad-hats topped over croaking cries of pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ridiculously Fun and Fantastic Occasionally Furry Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 06:54:45</strong>
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				Being head butted to death by a frog might seem unlikely by an untrained observer, but they could not have been more wrong. Three-hundred pounds of relatively solid flesh traveling at roughly thirty miles an hour in a projected leap, despite the somewhat squishy business end of the frog’s penis-head, could be devastating to anyone of reasonable size. The first frog hit Crest in the shoulder, spinning him around. He barely had the focus to reach out with his claws and open the thing up from ass-to-neck, leaving three-inch furrows along the frog’s modified spine. <br><br>As he spun, Crest felt another approach from the opposite side. It was all he could do to leap up, keeping the creature’s attack from hitting his back or chest with crushing force. Crest’s impressive musculature was capable of leaping ten feet, or more, from a standing position but he was off balance and his timing was off – the second Toad hit his thighs, spinning him in the air like a pinwheel. Crest snarled as he hit the ground face first, hard enough to split his lip. <br><br>Two more toads, grinning their warty grins, stepped up with the intent to tea bag the panther-man in some sort of strange victory dance. Too bad Crest was still conscious. Battered, bruised – Crest performed a brief kip – a flipping maneuver that drew him to his feet and spun about, slicing faces, grabbing limbs and, in a moment that clarified just how strong he really was – tossed one toad into three of them with enough force to literally crush their skulls. Yeah, take a cat – capable of leaping six or seven times its body length standing and put it in a human-sized package, then weaponize it. Guaranteed it will be able to effortlessly bend three inches of solid steel like cardboard. <br><br>Finally in the clear, Crest looked up to see Laly – her grace, the masterfulness of her performance caught his gemstone eyes. He’d cleared his area and she was doing the same – she was…helping him. The concept was foreign, shocking. He let her do her business without interrupting; he felt as though that would have been somehow…rude. Once the toad-hats were dead, Crest staggered slightly. He wasn’t badly wounded, but he’d taken a few hard hits and expended much of his energy. He glanced down at one of the fallen creatures and sniffed.<br><br>“Not good eating. Laly did good. Crest proud. Now, food?” He asked, expecting Laly to have the solution to his sudden unmitigated need for food. Well, food and a bite of Laly. To be honest, there was nothing more attractive than seeing a woman with a sense of honor and purpose. Laly, to Crest, had been upgraded from pack-mate to Lioness. With boobs. Don’t forget the most important part.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ridiculously Fun and Fantastic Occasionally Furry Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lunareyes</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 07:31:09</strong>
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				The squirrel's little parlor trick had truly given Laly the easy end of the stick in the heated melee. The fact that crest had torn into at least half- a dozen aggressors before she had ven even arrived didn't hurt either. Laly was in a far better state than her companion with no injuries worth noting the only thing she had to complain about was the rancid smelling goo that had somehow splattered across patches of brilliant copper fur dulling it's sheep a matted maroon.<br><br>Wrinkling her nose in disgust Laly returned to her pleasant, girl-ish personality with the tension of combat abated. Satisfied her adversaries were adequately dispatched she immediately spun around to check on Crest. Sporting a look of utter dismay Laly wasted no time bounding to her protector's side." A-are you OK? Does it hurt? I'll get some bandages!" she sputtered the squirrel's frantic words words running together in an almost incomprehensible mess.Paws rummaged through her satchel until producing a roll of bandage and vial of medical ointment.<br><br>Laly stared at the panther-thing dumbfounded at it's request for food. Deciding he MUST be OK if he's thinking with his stomach so soon after an adrenaline high. "Well I know there is a town nearby and we did just save them from a case of sore asses so I'm certain they'd be quite inviting, in fact I'd imagine they'll be sending a militia out this way soon, that racket we made,... you made, could probably be heard for miles." Despite her words she wondered if that were true. People were paranoid in the world today and Crest's manhood made him look more monster than man. She busied herself bandaging Crest's wounds herself feeling somewhat responsible for his injuries. The ointment would sting but she was certain the colossal&nbsp; feline could deal with it.<br><br>Casting her eyes down the grass knoll in the direction of the town she spoke Laly could see her predictions were correct. A small mob of villagers brandishing weapons of opportunity were marching in their direction. The party down field was certainly prepared for the possibility of violence, each of them probably thinking they were walking into a small party of trouble maker monsters. Though distance she could see there were quite a diverse ground with members from at least four different local races among their number. Laly sighed softly hoping this development wouldn't spark more trouble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ridiculously Fun and Fantastic Occasionally Furry Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 07:44:13</strong>
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				Crest huffed at Laly as she moved to dress his wounds. He hadn’t been cut much, mostly a few scrapes that hadn’t penetrated his thick fur or hard skin, but he didn’t shoo her off. There was something about her hands against him that made the hunger, so bright and hard in his stomach, settle just a little lower. By the time she mentioned others appearing, that improbable cock had grown almost fully aroused. The baseball bat of fuckmeat boasted finger-thick veins that vanished into the furry base, above appropriately sized balls. The apple-sized plump black head dribbled a few drops of strawberry scented lubrication. Unaware, or unknowing of what the significance of his arousal was, Crest absently reached down to brush dirt and grass from his engorged member. <br><br>Surprisingly, the motion felt…sensational. So, he kept brushing. When he turned to see the villagers approaching – anthros, humans, elves and…something else, he scowled.<strong> “We save village, yes? What we get?”</strong> At least he had the idea of reparations in order. As soon as he asked the question, though, he noticed that the villagers were armed. <br><br>Sweeping an arm around Laly’s middle, he pulled her close – into the warm circle of his arm, against his chest and, incidentally, against his disturbingly hard cock. Given his height, it was about even with her breasts, though – to his credit – he was no longer cleaning himself. He looked fierce, protective.<br><br><strong>“They not harm my squirrel girl.”</strong> He said, possessively. His scent was strong, so close – rich and musky and decidedly pleasant. So very much unlike a human’s scent. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ridiculously Fun and Fantastic Occasionally Furry Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lunareyes</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 08:37:28</strong>
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				Laly's strong nose easily picked up the strong musk of male. The scent sending her mind reeling with possibility and promise. With a shake of her head she pushed the biological desires to the back of her head; Laly knew she needed to diffuse the situation. Considering Crest's actions any of those onlooking villagers would likely come to conclusion that she was an unwilling captive of the well-endowed black beast clinging to her. Unsuccessfully trying to dislodge herself from Crest grip she pleaded,<br><br>"Oh no no you have it all wrong, you see we killed all the Toad Hats, together!" She stressed the last work for effect, "Crest isn't dangerous at all, more like a big child," Laly continued wholeheartedly hoping the newcomers would understand&nbsp; her frantic explanation. The squirrel pointed in the direction of the field of massacred corpses, "See?!" Laly pressed the issue. An awkward silence passed over the clearing the newcomers assessing th situation in light of the squirrel pleas to do so. "Like Crest said, "What we get?" she asked seriously expecting some measure of compensation for their deeds.<br><br>The crowd shifted their attention from her to the panther an back again the situation all too strange to draw any concrete conclusions upon. The squirrel could just be reciting what the monster told it to say; but on the other hand despite it's massive member Crest seemed utterly harmless. All and all a hard decision but most of the throng decided to lower their pitchforks and clubs in response, "you're sure you are not in any danger girl?" one asked.<br><br>Laly's stomach grumbled in response and if anyone could see past her thick coat they would see that&nbsp; the squirrel was blushing; her crimson fur covering up the change."I am sure good sir," she responded honestly more hungry than anything., "The two of us just need a good meal and a good nights rest!" she pressed on hoping they would believe her words. The pair had quite literally saved the village from disaster and a severe case of the butt hurt. any sensible person would be more than happy to grant the squirrel's purely reasonable demands.<br><br>"Y-yes, right away" the one in charge responded ordering the rest to lower their weapons, "We ill provide you the best of care for as long as you wish to stay!" he stated clearly grateful for their work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ridiculously Fun and Fantastic Occasionally Furry Adventures</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 11:09:02</strong>
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				Crest watched the exchange, picking up pretty much all of it – it wasn’t that he was dumb, rather that his ability to communicate hadn’t fully manifested yet. His luminous, emerald eyes caught the light reflecting it in dazzling gemstone combinations as Laly negotiated with the villagers and he, protective battle-cat, did his absolute best to seem unassuming and less than threatening. Yeah, seven and a half feet of raw killing-fucking doom. Unassuming. Still, Laly appeared to do a good enough job and the villagers began retreating back to the village, leading the duo with them. <br><br>As they approached the town, the villagers pointed out a barn, just on the edge of the property. One woman explained, blushing as though embarrassed, “Would you please stay there? It’s not that we’re not thankful – we just don’t trust strangers much around here. There’s warm hay, blankets – and we’ll bring plenty of food, I promise.” <br><br>Crest blinked at the woman, not understanding the cultural significance of being “left to the barn” – hell, if it was warm, dry, and there was good food, he’d be in heaven. Nodding that leonine head of his Crest gently pressed himself between Laly and the villagers as they made their way to the modest-sized red barn. It was empty inside save for huge amounts of hay, a few blankets (probably for the animals or the town’s occasional guests too large to keep in the inn) and not much else. A loft – some rope and other utensils. <br><br>Shortly after they stepped in, the woman who’d spoken pushed the double doors leading inside open and ushered in a long table. Other villagers brought cold cuts, soup, and stew in surprising proportions; well enough to feed two ravished anthros. Then, apologetic, the woman said, “If you would please – eat, sleep, and leave in the morning. We’re not ungrateful, we just don’t want any problems.” The homely woman eyed Crest thoughtfully, and then sized Laly up before retreating, leaving the two alone. <br>
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