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Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only (A Friendly Zombie?)

well... the world went to shit

The world has gone to absolute shit. The dead are rising, the innocent are dying, and the criminals seem to be the only ones thriving. Most of the good people didn't make it.

Anyway, the apocalypse started eight months ago, and in that time, [your muse] has been surviving completely alone. She has no one to talk to, and every human she stumbles upon either wants to kill her or use her for food. Then, of course, there are the zombies, the other things constantly scratching at the edges of her existence.

[your muse] has been staking out a hotel located on a highway, surrounded by forest across the road. She quickly noted that the location had been overrun by the undead. She had been starving for a while, but she knew this place from before the collapse; she knew there was canned food inside. In her current situation, she wouldn't even care if the food had gone bad, it would still be a luxury. She could see a lantern glowing in one of the rooms, proof that the solar panels still worked. Even without the food, the power made it a decent place to stay.

However, there were simply too many zombies for her to handle in her exhausted state. Deciding she would have better luck in the morning, she found a secluded spot to sleep, ensuring there was no way a human or a zombie could stumble upon her.

After only a few hours of fitful sleep, [your muse] woke up. She was still tired and definitely still hungry, but she felt slightly better than she had the day before. When she moved to the edge of the forest to look over at the hotel again, she was met with a sea of corpses.

"Shit."

She immediately made her way toward the parking lot, forgetting that this might be a bad idea. Shit, shit, shit, was all she could think. Had a group cleared out the zombies and taken all the resources? How could they have done all this without her hearing a single gunshot?

But as she stepped into the parking lot and examined the bodies more closely, the scene grew strange. There were no bullet wounds, no cuts from a machete, and no signs of blunt force trauma from a bat. The heads hadn't been crushed; they had been ripped clean off the shoulders.

Weird.

Cautiously, [your muse] decided to check out the room with the lantern. But the second she pushed the door open, she froze. She was met with the sight of a zombie actively ripping the head off another zombie.

The creature stopped and looked at [your muse]. There was no aggression, no hunger, and none of the typical mindless violence. It simply tilted its head to the side, looking at her with genuine confusion as if it didn't understand why she was there, despite the fact that it was holding a severed head in its hands.

And your [your muse] reaction? actually what is your muse reaction to this???

(oh my god I saw me that doesn't seem like is it going to do instantly try to kill you what to do)

(zombie au RP)

Myla Alarcon wasn't certain if she should do something with that zombie or not, but quickly decided to shut the door and waited for it to come at her... Although, it would seem the zombie didn't rush at her, nor attempted to attack the door where she was. She'll open the door slightly to peek inside.

"Still there..."

She stares at the zombie carefully. There have been signs about the changes the infected are experiencing, changes seen to be mutations of the sorts-- mutations not so positive for anybody to experience, especially with some stories she had heard from diaries she had found from the deceased that regarded about how the corpses are changing drastically after the past months. Is this one of said mutations? But this one seems to be against its own, the... Possibly the only one who could've done the slaughtering.

Her stomach grumbled loudly. She made a low groan as it was painful. Myla could not wait any longer now... She needs to find food. So, Myla will settle with a trusty hatchet, slowly coming in while keeping her eyes on the zombie. No sign of aggression towards her, but she remains on guard as she cautiously moves forward, firmly holding her hatchet in hand.

She kept her hatchet close and began to go right behind the zombie. "Okay, I'll follow..."

Myla eyes over the back of the zombie as she continues to follow her into the check-in desk.

She watched as she tries to open the door. A surprise that this zombie appears to struggle with failed grip control. Myla... could see the expressions she's making that are too human than zombie until she looks at her with pleading eyes. Her cheeks a little red before coming over.

"Alright, step aside..." Myla will grab the handle and twists it, only to feel that it's locked. "Locked... Not in this hell hole, it ain't going to be!"

Myla thought of her choice on how to open it, she'll save her hatchet so it will remain sharp and not get into a sticky situation as she's going to brute force it. Using her shoulder to bash into the door, and then she does it again, and again, and again, until she did one more that was hard enough to break the staff door wide open!

"Hope that didn't wake up anybody." Myla huffed, looking inside the staff room until her eyes were locked onto a bag of chips... that have not been opened. "Fuck yeah, morale boost!"

Not wasting a damn second, Myla was already on the bag of chips as she opened it... God, the fresh smell even after these past months hit her real good that made her shudder. She'll start to chow on the chips, surely to give her some strength back in these tiring times. And while eating the chips, a can of soda was seen not even open, either!

"No way my luck is this good... Dr. fucking Pepper!"

She grab the can and pop it open as it let out a satisfying hiss, downing the hatch as she drank the entire can in one go before letting out a small belch.

As she glanced around, the room truly did seem untouched by the infected. It was a sanctuary from the apocalypse; had you stepped inside without looking out a window, you never would have guessed the world had gone to shit. Messy papers lay scattered on the table, a half-drunk cup of coffee sat in the sink, and the lights still hummed overhead, powered by solar panels. Near the back sat a metal door marked "Storage"... Wait, STORAGE!

Open RP: Futa And Fem Muse Only (housewife is home alone)

"See you soon"

Delia stands on the front step of her home, her hand waving goodbye to her husband Michael, as he enters his car and drives off to the airport for a 2-month work trip. Her expression is bittersweet, as she's obviously going to miss him terribly during his absence, but she also knows that this is a necessary trip for his career. Delia loves her husband deeply, and she's going to do her best to stay strong and support him from afar.

[several hours pass]

Delia is surprised by a knock at her door so late in the evening, and she's not entirely sure what to expect when she opens the door. That is until she sees [your muse], her new neighbour who just moved in just a few days ago. Despite the short amount of time they've known each other, [your muse] has already been quite sweet to Delia, and Delia can't help but feel a little excited by the unexpected visit. "Oh, what brings you here so late?" Delia asks, curious but eager to chat with the new arrival. She's hoping for a pleasant surprise from [your muse] and a chance to get to know her better; she's happy that she isn't going to be alone.

(what are you going to do, are you going to convince her to NTR or something else because ANYTHING IS ON THE TABLE but doesn't have to be)

Overtime, she managed to return back home and turned her bike off. A light rain happening in the late evening, but it wasn't much of a bother to her-- she enjoys the feeling of the cool rain. Removing her helmet before brushing her short hair, she notices that Delia's husband... is not present. She may have lived here for a few days, but she already gotten used to a simple routine of what others do and don't. This was an unusual one, and she would believe that expression Delia made this morning was correct.

"Better go see if she's doing alright." She said to herself, putting her motorbike into her garage before heading off to her neighbor's house. She knocks on the door and waited patiently until the door opens.

A big surprise of a reveal that has been answered. It's a bit mind boggling to Brenda for someone to go out for that long, let alone, leaving their wife to attend things on her lonesome. It also sounded like this isn't the first time, either. Brenda wonders...

"Oh! Sure thing, Delia. I would love to get a taste of what you made. Better than enjoying something alone. Whatcha made?"

She's got a nice touch with those hands of Delia's after she wrapped an arm around, very soothing. But she also felt the side of her big breasts-- very soft, even for a brief moment until she went ahead to check into the oven.

Brenda watched the other closely... until her eyes are set on that phat ass of hers, licking her lips as she rubs her chin with fascination.

"Damn. That's some breedable ass she's got there.~" She whispered to herself, now beginning to feel aroused the longer she stuck around.

But as Delia turned around, she was met with the sight of Brend. Her face immediately turned a deep shade of red, realizing she wasn't in the company of her husband, but instead her neighbor.

"Sorry, hun," she said with a light chuckle, recovering quickly as she made her way toward the table. "I guess I was a bit lost in my own world there—"

She set the plates down gently. The meal looked inviting: the macaroni was nestled in a rich, creamy sauce topped with a bubbling, golden-brown crust, sitting beside a generous portion of chicken that glistened with a sticky, honey glaze.

Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only (Alone With Your Roommate's Girlfriend)

"hmm? oh it's you"

Olivia is Alex's girlfriend your roommate and they have been dating for five months now, and they're absolutely head over heels in love. Olivia only moved in a month ago, so the two are still relatively new to living together, but despite the adjustment period, their relationship is stronger than ever... Well maybe too strong. Because oh my god! They FUCK every single night, the sound of their bed creaking, the sounds of soft moans and grunts.

[your Muse] feels incredibly stressed and frustrated about being forced to listen to THAT, sitting in their room feeling trapped and helpless. [your Muse] wishes she could find a way to make the situation better, but she's at a loss for what to do. But now she knows what to do, Alex just left to go on a camping trip with their friends leaving their cute little girlfriend all alone with [your Muse] and she has a lot of pent up stress because of them.

Olivia looks at [your Muse] through the mirror while brushing her teeth and says "Well?" She's getting annoyed at this point, wondering why [your Muse] is just standing there 'Whatever' she thought to herself as she bent over the sink to spit out the toothpaste from her mouth unintentionally giving [your Muse] a perfect view of her ass

(are you gonna take advantage of your roommate's absence because ANYTHING IS ON THE TABLE)

(I didn't know what ginger to make the roommate so you can just mention it at some point)

(Don't pay attention to the texts in the image)

When she got up, she yawned and rubbed her eyes, looking down, it looked like her shaft finally settled down. It was annoying to have such a massive and thick shaft and not being able to use it. She figured she would shower, get cleaned up and talk to Olivia about the noise.

Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only (New Robot Maid, What To Do?)

"Mistress?"

It is the year 2069, and technology has only continued to advance, flying cars, cyberware, and even robots, yes, robots! Surprisingly, AI hasn't taken over the world yet. Instead, it assists with hard labor, mans convenience stores, and even handles housework.

[your muse] never had the privilege of owning a robot before. Maybe she never believed she needed one, or perhaps she despised the idea of relying on a machine for help. Whatever the reason, she simply hadn't interacted with them much. that is, until now. [your muse] decided to purchase one. Maybe she didn't have time to keep up with the house while working, maybe she was dealing with an injury, or maybe she was just terrible at housework. Regardless of the reason, she bought one.

Now [your muse] has had her bot for a week. It's the latest model, the "Veloura-888" though she simply calls it "Veloura." What's remarkable about Veloura is just how human she appears. At a glance, no one would be able to tell the difference. All the mechanical features are hidden beneath clothing and cloth, covering the exposed joints from her elbows to her knees. Still, there are obvious signs [your muse] has noticed: her expression never changes, her voice carries no emotion, understandable for a bot but notably, if [your muse] asks her anything, even personal questions about her body, Veloura doesn't hesitate or show the slightest hint of embarrassment.

Currently, [your muse]'s robot maid has just finished the dishes and stands at [your muse]'s side, looking down at her as she sits on the couch in the living room.

"Mistress, I have finished with the dishes. Is there anything else you need from me?"

(I purposely made [your muse] purposely have less details so you can be whatever you want with this, do you want to be an engineer and see if you could add emotions, do you want to hate robots engines use Veloura and also ANYTHING IS ON THE TABLE")

(master and servant\sci-fi and Cyberpunk RP)

Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only (Alone With Your Roommate's Girlfriend)

"hmm? oh it's you"

Olivia is Alex's girlfriend your roommate and they have been dating for five months now, and they're absolutely head over heels in love. Olivia only moved in a month ago, so the two are still relatively new to living together, but despite the adjustment period, their relationship is stronger than ever... Well maybe too strong. Because oh my god! They FUCK every single night, the sound of their bed creaking, the sounds of soft moans and grunts.

[your Muse] feels incredibly stressed and frustrated about being forced to listen to THAT, sitting in their room feeling trapped and helpless. [your Muse] wishes she could find a way to make the situation better, but she's at a loss for what to do. But now she knows what to do, Alex just left to go on a camping trip with their friends leaving their cute little girlfriend all alone with [your Muse] and she has a lot of pent up stress because of them.

Olivia looks at [your Muse] through the mirror while brushing her teeth and says "Well?" She's getting annoyed at this point, wondering why [your Muse] is just standing there 'Whatever' she thought to herself as she bent over the sink to spit out the toothpaste from her mouth unintentionally giving [your Muse] a perfect view of her ass

(are you gonna take advantage of your roommate's absence because ANYTHING IS ON THE TABLE)

(I didn't know what ginger to make the roommate so you can just mention it at some point)

(Don't pay attention to the texts in the image)

It took several long moments for her to fully wake up, only to realize where she was and who she was with. "Hm? Huh? W-where am I?" She said rubbing her eyes, fully waking up some as she yawned. Her pajamas being nothing but a very tight T-shirt, that she wore like a dress. Completely hiding her lower half, and preventing her roommate's girlfriends from fully seeing if she had anything on underneath.

A snicker escaped her lips. "Oh, poor roomie~" Her voice dropped to a playful lilt as she leaned in, draping herself over Velvet's back. She framed it as a friendly gesture, but the soft pressure of her breasts against Velvet was impossible to ignore.

She rolled her eyes at the condescending tone. Having already gotten used to how overly touchy Olivia was, even when Alex was around. She would do this kind of thing all the time. Her eyes showed her irritation, but she continued to brush away before finally spitting her mouthful of spit and toothpaste out.

Olivia seemed to genuinely believe that Velvet might be a virgin. "Like, nothing's wrong with it. If you can't get play, you can't get play, but don't worry I believe in you." Olivia said with an annoyingly genuine smile. That had to be the most annoying part: Olivia wasn't mocking Velvet; instead, in her opinion, she was being nice.

She took a very, very deep breath in to keep herself from shouting her head off. But unfortunately that only seemed to embolden Olivia into thinking she was correct in some weird way. It was her next question that seemed to derail her train of thought so much that all of her anger had suddenly disappeared in a bout of utter shock and bewilderment.

She stopped at the doorway, gripping the frame as she glanced back. She locked eyes with Velvet through the mirror, a smirk playing on her lips. "... you might wanna join~"

She let the air between them fall silent, before quickly collecting her thoughts. "Hm. No offense dear, you couldn't handle me. Alex maybe, but I don't think you would be able to go back to our dear friend if you ever got a taste of what I could do to you."

"Little shit," she murmured, her voice steady even as the words betrayed her calm facade. "You know, Alex and I were going to invite you the second she got back, but..."

She continued to ignore her, not even making an ettempt to push her hand away from her still erect junk. Which at this point, would give Olivia some sort of insight as to what Velvet had been talking about. The thickness of her throbbing member was very much twice the size of the toy she had Alex had been using.

Amelia is a desperate adventurer, struggling to make a name for herself in the ranks. She's been trying to rank up, but she can't do it alone, and she's quite weaker compared to other high ranked individuals. She lost all her gear in her last mission, which has left her feeling hopeless and defeated. Now she's standing in front of the quest board, desperately searching for someone who will give her a second chance and help her gain the resources she needs to climb higher in the ranks.

Amelia notices [Your muse], someone clearly more experienced and higher ranked than her. She rushes over to [Your muse], eyes wide and hopeful, and asks "Are you looking for a partner?" Her tone and body language indicate a mix of nervousness, hope, and anxiety, as she waits for [Your muse] response. Amelia isn't the most confident adventurer, but she's hoping that by teaming up with [Your muse], she might be able to make some significant progress in the ranks.

(what do you do now are you going to help her?)

((servant/master RP... I think))

Her eyes looked down at the young human woman. She had seen this many times before. A smirk spreading on her snout as she tried her best not to start laughing. "Oh my~ Aren't you just a cutie. A bit down on your luck hm? Well, your luck is turning them. In fact, I am looking for something to entertain myself. I suppose you will do." Her tail swishes behind herself, before she reaches up and gently cups Amelia's chin to help her stare into her eyes.

"Oh, really? Are you sure?" Amelia asked, surprise and a hint of worry creeping into her voice after seeing the quest's level. However, she immediately remembered her vow 'I would do whatever it takes.' She couldn't chicken out now! Besides, maybe this was a test? Of course it was.

After all the paperwork had been signed and done with. She happily dragged the young woman to several shops to get her both supplies for their journey, but also gear. Emberthal practically treating her like a dress up doll the entire time. Telling her what to wear, what to take, and even buying some suggestive underwear.

The only purchases that gave her pause were the underwear and the single-person tent. However, not wanting to doubt the Dragoness, she accepted the excuses immediately without hesitation. She didn't even flinch at the idea of a one-person tent; believing that saving coins was always the right choice.

And so, they set off on their adventure. They walked a long path through the forest, making good conversation along the way. Amelia hung on every word Emberthal said, amazed by the stories she told. With each tale, her admiration for the taller woman only grew.

After a long, rigorous walk, the sun began to set. Amelia was feeling a bit stiff, but she was determined not to let that stop her from being useful. She couldn't let a mere hike take her out!

The two had talked quite a bit about the job. Emberthal having told her that she had done this many times before. So, allowing her to take the lead was very much paramount. Not that she figured Amelia could actually be of any help.

But she made sure to talk about how perfect the two would be together. A few close hugs and maybe a bit of her tail slithering up her thighs was foretelling on what was to happen later on.

Once everything was set up and done. Sitting down on a near by rock, the dragoness slowly undressed until she wore nothing but a large fitted bra, and what seemed to be a thong that contained her very large draconic package.

"Wh-what?" Amelia stuttered. Oh my lord, is Amelia picking up the right signals? Is Emberthal suggesting they sleep together? Isn't this a massive abuse of power?! But... why is she into this?

Hearing her already seemingly understand, she simply nodded. Giving Amelia a show she could enjoy as well. She reached up and pulled at her top, the simple lace string keeping her large chest up and bound suddenly came undone. Allowing the scaled breasts to fall freely.

"No," she repeated, voice steadier this time as she settled onto the dragoness’ lap. The massive shaft pressed against her belly, the tip nudging just beneath her chin as she arched back. Her fingers trembled only slightly as she peeled off her pants, then her panties, the cool air doing little to soothe the flush creeping over her skin.

By the time she tugged her top over her head, she was already grinding down, her slick folds dragging along the throbbing length beneath her. The friction drew a gasp from her lips, her hips rolling instinctively as she tried to balance the impossible stretch of her thighs around it. Fully bare now, she pressed her body flush against the dragoness’ cock, her breasts flattening against the veined surface as she craned her neck, lips parting in a desperate attempt to take even the tip into her mouth.

Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only (you're so mean)

Catherine is with her circle of friends as they gather at her best friend's house Lucy, for a sleepover. That also involves her bully - none other than her best friend's sister, [Your Muse]. [Your Muse] has consistently targeted Catherine for every choice she has made, often reducing her to tears with her hurtful words and actions. However, there lurks a murky secret within Catherine, one that she guards closely and shares with no one, not even her closest companion: she harbours a hidden enjoyment in the mistreatment she endures from [Your Muse]. The feeling of being slammed against lockers and subjected to belittlement by [Your Muse] is satisfying for Catherine, creating a rush of gratification that she keeps deeply concealed from the world. This clandestine pleasure adds a complex layer to Catherine's emotions, sparking a conflict between the pain she outwardly exhibits and the forbidden delight she secretly craves. Such tumultuous inner turmoil remains shrouded in silence, buried beneath the facade of suffering that Catherine bravely wears in the harsh light of day.

Catherine carefully placed the bag in the microwave, the hum of the appliance drowning out the distant voices of her friends upstairs. Lost in her thoughts, she stared at the spinning plate, waiting for the timer to signal its completion. Unbeknownst to her, a mysterious figure lingered behind her, watching her every move, their presence unnoticed in the dimly lit room. Time seemed to stand still as Catherine remained oblivious to the silent observer just a few feet away, their intentions shrouded in mystery.

(I'm just going to put ANYTHING ON THE TABLE because she's going to pretend she doesn't like it at first, heavy BDSM is allowed now I made a post about it, here)

((if you try to add the sister to the sex stuff I'm blocking you, the friends maybe but not the sister))

Watching for a bit longer before quietly crossing the kitchen space. Alexis would bring her hand down and harshly smack Catherine's ass at the same time as the microwave would go off before grabbing and kneading the soft ass. "Wow~ never knew the little nerd had such a slutty ass on her~" as she spoke, Alexis would pin Catherine against the counter, forcing the barely covered cock of hers between Catherine's thighs, letting her feel the growing length as it began stretching out Alexis's white cock thong.

Tears welled up instantly when she twisted to look back over her shoulder, one slipping free to trail down her cheek. "P-please, st-stop, you're—you're hurting me," she whimpered, body trembling as the thick outline of Alexts' cock pressed insistently against her through layers of fabric. Every frantic shift of her hips only ground her back against it, and Catherine's breath hitched, looks terrified, uncomfortable and a different need to escape but in reality

Without a word, she was yanked into a deep, suffocating kiss that stole what little air she had left. The kiss went on and on, making her legs tremble until she genuinely believed she might pass out. When Alexis finally pulled away, Catherine gasped for oxygen, but a sharp, stinging slap to her ass sent her collapsing to her knees. She watched Alexis go, letting out a small sob and keeping her head down because—

The moment Catherine heard the sound of Alexis' door close the tears vanished. A wide, perverted grin spread across Catherine's face. "Fuakk~ I was so close to asking her to squeeze harder," she whispered to herself, giggling as she rubbed her tender neck, her face flushed with arousal. "But god, the way she didn't even give me a chance to breathe with that kiss..." She giggled again, but then froze. "Wait..."

Finally remembering what Alexis had implied right before the kiss, Catherine scrambled to her feet. "Oh my god," she breathed, clutching her head with her hands. Was today finally the day? Was Catherine actually going to be used exactly how she had been wanting?

She jumped up and down, having to cover her mouth to stifle a squeal of delight as she rushed to Alexis's door. But just as her hand touched the knob, she snatched it back. "No, no, no, that’s way too quick," she chastised herself. She still had to keep up the pathetic girl act; she couldn't appear too eager. But she couldn't be too late, either. She considered letting the timer run out just to see what would happen, but ultimately decided not to risk it. Instead, she waited until there were only ten seconds remaining.

The moment the time hit zero, she pulled the door open. "Al-Alexis?" she called out, her voice trembling, putting on the most perfectly pathetic performance she could muster.

Alexis planned on fully breaking in each of Catherine's holes before the night was done. As the time drew closer and closer to running past the deadline she set, Alexis stood up from her bed and started walking towards the door when Catherine would pull it open and stand there. Alexis would scowl before closing the remaining distance and reaching past Catherine's head to grab a fistful of her hair and pull her inside the room before closing the door and locking it. "Cutting it close little dork~ seems like someone wanted me to drag her around."

She was dragged to the bed and tossed forward. She stumbled, her upper body landing flat on the mattress while her legs remained on the floor, leaving her bent over and exposed. "Alexis, p-please," she begged, making no move to escape. Deep down, this was exactly what she wanted.

"N-no, I don't," Catherine denied weakly, her body betraying her with another tremor. Unconsciously, her spine curved, arching her back to present her ass at a better angle for Alexis. She caught herself, attempting to salvage the illusion of reluctance even as her posture screamed submission.

Her breath hitched when Alexis put the box next to her, revealing the gleaming toys. A few looked familiar, the smooth curve of a glass dildo, the coiled tails of a flogger but most were foreign, mysterious. Her skin prickled with anticipation, imagining the wicked purposes behind each polished surface, each intricate buckle.

Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only (Alone With Your Roommate's Girlfriend)

"hmm? oh it's you"

Olivia is Alex's girlfriend your roommate and they have been dating for five months now, and they're absolutely head over heels in love. Olivia only moved in a month ago, so the two are still relatively new to living together, but despite the adjustment period, their relationship is stronger than ever... Well maybe too strong. Because oh my god! They FUCK every single night, the sound of their bed creaking, the sounds of soft moans and grunts.

[your Muse] feels incredibly stressed and frustrated about being forced to listen to THAT, sitting in their room feeling trapped and helpless. [your Muse] wishes she could find a way to make the situation better, but she's at a loss for what to do. But now she knows what to do, Alex just left to go on a camping trip with their friends leaving their cute little girlfriend all alone with [your Muse] and she has a lot of pent up stress because of them.

Olivia looks at [your Muse] through the mirror while brushing her teeth and says "Well?" She's getting annoyed at this point, wondering why [your Muse] is just standing there 'Whatever' she thought to herself as she bent over the sink to spit out the toothpaste from her mouth unintentionally giving [your Muse] a perfect view of her ass

(are you gonna take advantage of your roommate's absence because ANYTHING IS ON THE TABLE)

(I didn't know what ginger to make the roommate so you can just mention it at some point)

(Don't pay attention to the texts in the image)

Kate's eyes would drop down to Olivia's ass as she bent over the sink, the prominent bulging outline of her cock would throb and grow a bit more as she stared. Swallowing, and finally deciding to cross a line, she closed the distance between them before smacking Olivia's ass and letting the large pale ass cheeks bounce from the impact. "Damn you've got a whore's ass"

Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only (A Friendly Zombie?)

well... the world went to shit

The world has gone to absolute shit. The dead are rising, the innocent are dying, and the criminals seem to be the only ones thriving. Most of the good people didn't make it.

Anyway, the apocalypse started eight months ago, and in that time, [your muse] has been surviving completely alone. She has no one to talk to, and every human she stumbles upon either wants to kill her or use her for food. Then, of course, there are the zombies, the other things constantly scratching at the edges of her existence.

[your muse] has been staking out a hotel located on a highway, surrounded by forest across the road. She quickly noted that the location had been overrun by the undead. She had been starving for a while, but she knew this place from before the collapse; she knew there was canned food inside. In her current situation, she wouldn't even care if the food had gone bad, it would still be a luxury. She could see a lantern glowing in one of the rooms, proof that the solar panels still worked. Even without the food, the power made it a decent place to stay.

However, there were simply too many zombies for her to handle in her exhausted state. Deciding she would have better luck in the morning, she found a secluded spot to sleep, ensuring there was no way a human or a zombie could stumble upon her.

After only a few hours of fitful sleep, [your muse] woke up. She was still tired and definitely still hungry, but she felt slightly better than she had the day before. When she moved to the edge of the forest to look over at the hotel again, she was met with a sea of corpses.

"Shit."

She immediately made her way toward the parking lot, forgetting that this might be a bad idea. Shit, shit, shit, was all she could think. Had a group cleared out the zombies and taken all the resources? How could they have done all this without her hearing a single gunshot?

But as she stepped into the parking lot and examined the bodies more closely, the scene grew strange. There were no bullet wounds, no cuts from a machete, and no signs of blunt force trauma from a bat. The heads hadn't been crushed; they had been ripped clean off the shoulders.

Weird.

Cautiously, [your muse] decided to check out the room with the lantern. But the second she pushed the door open, she froze. She was met with the sight of a zombie actively ripping the head off another zombie.

The creature stopped and looked at [your muse]. There was no aggression, no hunger, and none of the typical mindless violence. It simply tilted its head to the side, looking at her with genuine confusion as if it didn't understand why she was there, despite the fact that it was holding a severed head in its hands.

And your [your muse] reaction? actually what is your muse reaction to this???

(oh my god I saw me that doesn't seem like is it going to do instantly try to kill you what to do)

(zombie au RP)

Myla Alarcon wasn't certain if she should do something with that zombie or not, but quickly decided to shut the door and waited for it to come at her... Although, it would seem the zombie didn't rush at her, nor attempted to attack the door where she was. She'll open the door slightly to peek inside.

"Still there..."

She stares at the zombie carefully. There have been signs about the changes the infected are experiencing, changes seen to be mutations of the sorts-- mutations not so positive for anybody to experience, especially with some stories she had heard from diaries she had found from the deceased that regarded about how the corpses are changing drastically after the past months. Is this one of said mutations? But this one seems to be against its own, the... Possibly the only one who could've done the slaughtering.

Her stomach grumbled loudly. She made a low groan as it was painful. Myla could not wait any longer now... She needs to find food. So, Myla will settle with a trusty hatchet, slowly coming in while keeping her eyes on the zombie. No sign of aggression towards her, but she remains on guard as she cautiously moves forward, firmly holding her hatchet in hand.

She kept her hatchet close and began to go right behind the zombie. "Okay, I'll follow..."

Myla eyes over the back of the zombie as she continues to follow her into the check-in desk.

Open RP: Futa And Fem Muse Only (housewife is home alone)

"See you soon"

Delia stands on the front step of her home, her hand waving goodbye to her husband Michael, as he enters his car and drives off to the airport for a 2-month work trip. Her expression is bittersweet, as she's obviously going to miss him terribly during his absence, but she also knows that this is a necessary trip for his career. Delia loves her husband deeply, and she's going to do her best to stay strong and support him from afar.

[several hours pass]

Delia is surprised by a knock at her door so late in the evening, and she's not entirely sure what to expect when she opens the door. That is until she sees [your muse], her new neighbour who just moved in just a few days ago. Despite the short amount of time they've known each other, [your muse] has already been quite sweet to Delia, and Delia can't help but feel a little excited by the unexpected visit. "Oh, what brings you here so late?" Delia asks, curious but eager to chat with the new arrival. She's hoping for a pleasant surprise from [your muse] and a chance to get to know her better; she's happy that she isn't going to be alone.

(what are you going to do, are you going to convince her to NTR or something else because ANYTHING IS ON THE TABLE but doesn't have to be)

Overtime, she managed to return back home and turned her bike off. A light rain happening in the late evening, but it wasn't much of a bother to her-- she enjoys the feeling of the cool rain. Removing her helmet before brushing her short hair, she notices that Delia's husband... is not present. She may have lived here for a few days, but she already gotten used to a simple routine of what others do and don't. This was an unusual one, and she would believe that expression Delia made this morning was correct.

"Better go see if she's doing alright." She said to herself, putting her motorbike into her garage before heading off to her neighbor's house. She knocks on the door and waited patiently until the door opens.

A big surprise of a reveal that has been answered. It's a bit mind boggling to Brenda for someone to go out for that long, let alone, leaving their wife to attend things on her lonesome. It also sounded like this isn't the first time, either. Brenda wonders...

"Oh! Sure thing, Delia. I would love to get a taste of what you made. Better than enjoying something alone. Whatcha made?"

Amelia is a desperate adventurer, struggling to make a name for herself in the ranks. She's been trying to rank up, but she can't do it alone, and she's quite weaker compared to other high ranked individuals. She lost all her gear in her last mission, which has left her feeling hopeless and defeated. Now she's standing in front of the quest board, desperately searching for someone who will give her a second chance and help her gain the resources she needs to climb higher in the ranks.

Amelia notices [Your muse], someone clearly more experienced and higher ranked than her. She rushes over to [Your muse], eyes wide and hopeful, and asks "Are you looking for a partner?" Her tone and body language indicate a mix of nervousness, hope, and anxiety, as she waits for [Your muse] response. Amelia isn't the most confident adventurer, but she's hoping that by teaming up with [Your muse], she might be able to make some significant progress in the ranks.

(what do you do now are you going to help her?)

((servant/master RP... I think))

Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only (Alone With Your Roommate's Girlfriend)

"hmm? oh it's you"

Olivia is Alex's girlfriend your roommate and they have been dating for five months now, and they're absolutely head over heels in love. Olivia only moved in a month ago, so the two are still relatively new to living together, but despite the adjustment period, their relationship is stronger than ever... Well maybe too strong. Because oh my god! They FUCK every single night, the sound of their bed creaking, the sounds of soft moans and grunts.

[your Muse] feels incredibly stressed and frustrated about being forced to listen to THAT, sitting in their room feeling trapped and helpless. [your Muse] wishes she could find a way to make the situation better, but she's at a loss for what to do. But now she knows what to do, Alex just left to go on a camping trip with their friends leaving their cute little girlfriend all alone with [your Muse] and she has a lot of pent up stress because of them.

Olivia looks at [your Muse] through the mirror while brushing her teeth and says "Well?" She's getting annoyed at this point, wondering why [your Muse] is just standing there 'Whatever' she thought to herself as she bent over the sink to spit out the toothpaste from her mouth unintentionally giving [your Muse] a perfect view of her ass

(are you gonna take advantage of your roommate's absence because ANYTHING IS ON THE TABLE)

(I didn't know what ginger to make the roommate so you can just mention it at some point)

(Don't pay attention to the texts in the image)

It took several long moments for her to fully wake up, only to realize where she was and who she was with. "Hm? Huh? W-where am I?" She said rubbing her eyes, fully waking up some as she yawned. Her pajamas being nothing but a very tight T-shirt, that she wore like a dress. Completely hiding her lower half, and preventing her roommate's girlfriends from fully seeing if she had anything on underneath.

A snicker escaped her lips. "Oh, poor roomie~" Her voice dropped to a playful lilt as she leaned in, draping herself over Velvet's back. She framed it as a friendly gesture, but the soft pressure of her breasts against Velvet was impossible to ignore.

She rolled her eyes at the condescending tone. Having already gotten used to how overly touchy Olivia was, even when Alex was around. She would do this kind of thing all the time. Her eyes showed her irritation, but she continued to brush away before finally spitting her mouthful of spit and toothpaste out.

Olivia seemed to genuinely believe that Velvet might be a virgin. "Like, nothing's wrong with it. If you can't get play, you can't get play, but don't worry I believe in you." Olivia said with an annoyingly genuine smile. That had to be the most annoying part: Olivia wasn't mocking Velvet; instead, in her opinion, she was being nice.

She took a very, very deep breath in to keep herself from shouting her head off. But unfortunately that only seemed to embolden Olivia into thinking she was correct in some weird way. It was her next question that seemed to derail her train of thought so much that all of her anger had suddenly disappeared in a bout of utter shock and bewilderment.

She stopped at the doorway, gripping the frame as she glanced back. She locked eyes with Velvet through the mirror, a smirk playing on her lips. "... you might wanna join~"

She let the air between them fall silent, before quickly collecting her thoughts. "Hm. No offense dear, you couldn't handle me. Alex maybe, but I don't think you would be able to go back to our dear friend if you ever got a taste of what I could do to you."

"Little shit," she murmured, her voice steady even as the words betrayed her calm facade. "You know, Alex and I were going to invite you the second she got back, but..."

Amelia is a desperate adventurer, struggling to make a name for herself in the ranks. She's been trying to rank up, but she can't do it alone, and she's quite weaker compared to other high ranked individuals. She lost all her gear in her last mission, which has left her feeling hopeless and defeated. Now she's standing in front of the quest board, desperately searching for someone who will give her a second chance and help her gain the resources she needs to climb higher in the ranks.

Amelia notices [Your muse], someone clearly more experienced and higher ranked than her. She rushes over to [Your muse], eyes wide and hopeful, and asks "Are you looking for a partner?" Her tone and body language indicate a mix of nervousness, hope, and anxiety, as she waits for [Your muse] response. Amelia isn't the most confident adventurer, but she's hoping that by teaming up with [Your muse], she might be able to make some significant progress in the ranks.

(what do you do now are you going to help her?)

((servant/master RP... I think))

Her eyes looked down at the young human woman. She had seen this many times before. A smirk spreading on her snout as she tried her best not to start laughing. "Oh my~ Aren't you just a cutie. A bit down on your luck hm? Well, your luck is turning them. In fact, I am looking for something to entertain myself. I suppose you will do." Her tail swishes behind herself, before she reaches up and gently cups Amelia's chin to help her stare into her eyes.

"Oh, really? Are you sure?" Amelia asked, surprise and a hint of worry creeping into her voice after seeing the quest's level. However, she immediately remembered her vow 'I would do whatever it takes.' She couldn't chicken out now! Besides, maybe this was a test? Of course it was.

After all the paperwork had been signed and done with. She happily dragged the young woman to several shops to get her both supplies for their journey, but also gear. Emberthal practically treating her like a dress up doll the entire time. Telling her what to wear, what to take, and even buying some suggestive underwear.

The only purchases that gave her pause were the underwear and the single-person tent. However, not wanting to doubt the Dragoness, she accepted the excuses immediately without hesitation. She didn't even flinch at the idea of a one-person tent; believing that saving coins was always the right choice.

And so, they set off on their adventure. They walked a long path through the forest, making good conversation along the way. Amelia hung on every word Emberthal said, amazed by the stories she told. With each tale, her admiration for the taller woman only grew.

After a long, rigorous walk, the sun began to set. Amelia was feeling a bit stiff, but she was determined not to let that stop her from being useful. She couldn't let a mere hike take her out!

The two had talked quite a bit about the job. Emberthal having told her that she had done this many times before. So, allowing her to take the lead was very much paramount. Not that she figured Amelia could actually be of any help.

But she made sure to talk about how perfect the two would be together. A few close hugs and maybe a bit of her tail slithering up her thighs was foretelling on what was to happen later on.

Once everything was set up and done. Sitting down on a near by rock, the dragoness slowly undressed until she wore nothing but a large fitted bra, and what seemed to be a thong that contained her very large draconic package.

"Wh-what?" Amelia stuttered. Oh my lord, is Amelia picking up the right signals? Is Emberthal suggesting they sleep together? Isn't this a massive abuse of power?! But... why is she into this?

Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only (New Robot Maid, What To Do?)

"Mistress?"

It is the year 2069, and technology has only continued to advance, flying cars, cyberware, and even robots, yes, robots! Surprisingly, AI hasn't taken over the world yet. Instead, it assists with hard labor, mans convenience stores, and even handles housework.

[your muse] never had the privilege of owning a robot before. Maybe she never believed she needed one, or perhaps she despised the idea of relying on a machine for help. Whatever the reason, she simply hadn't interacted with them much. that is, until now. [your muse] decided to purchase one. Maybe she didn't have time to keep up with the house while working, maybe she was dealing with an injury, or maybe she was just terrible at housework. Regardless of the reason, she bought one.

Now [your muse] has had her bot for a week. It's the latest model, the "Veloura-888" though she simply calls it "Veloura." What's remarkable about Veloura is just how human she appears. At a glance, no one would be able to tell the difference. All the mechanical features are hidden beneath clothing and cloth, covering the exposed joints from her elbows to her knees. Still, there are obvious signs [your muse] has noticed: her expression never changes, her voice carries no emotion, understandable for a bot but notably, if [your muse] asks her anything, even personal questions about her body, Veloura doesn't hesitate or show the slightest hint of embarrassment.

Currently, [your muse]'s robot maid has just finished the dishes and stands at [your muse]'s side, looking down at her as she sits on the couch in the living room.

"Mistress, I have finished with the dishes. Is there anything else you need from me?"

(I purposely made [your muse] purposely have less details so you can be whatever you want with this, do you want to be an engineer and see if you could add emotions, do you want to hate robots engines use Veloura and also ANYTHING IS ON THE TABLE")

(master and servant\sci-fi and Cyberpunk RP)

Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only (Alone With Your Roommate's Girlfriend)

"hmm? oh it's you"

Olivia is Alex's girlfriend your roommate and they have been dating for five months now, and they're absolutely head over heels in love. Olivia only moved in a month ago, so the two are still relatively new to living together, but despite the adjustment period, their relationship is stronger than ever... Well maybe too strong. Because oh my god! They FUCK every single night, the sound of their bed creaking, the sounds of soft moans and grunts.

[your Muse] feels incredibly stressed and frustrated about being forced to listen to THAT, sitting in their room feeling trapped and helpless. [your Muse] wishes she could find a way to make the situation better, but she's at a loss for what to do. But now she knows what to do, Alex just left to go on a camping trip with their friends leaving their cute little girlfriend all alone with [your Muse] and she has a lot of pent up stress because of them.

Olivia looks at [your Muse] through the mirror while brushing her teeth and says "Well?" She's getting annoyed at this point, wondering why [your Muse] is just standing there 'Whatever' she thought to herself as she bent over the sink to spit out the toothpaste from her mouth unintentionally giving [your Muse] a perfect view of her ass

(are you gonna take advantage of your roommate's absence because ANYTHING IS ON THE TABLE)

(I didn't know what ginger to make the roommate so you can just mention it at some point)

(Don't pay attention to the texts in the image)

When she got up, she yawned and rubbed her eyes, looking down, it looked like her shaft finally settled down. It was annoying to have such a massive and thick shaft and not being able to use it. She figured she would shower, get cleaned up and talk to Olivia about the noise.