Ever the arrogant warrior, you barged into the dojo and issued a challenge to the disciples of the Niketsu-ryลซ. After your swift and inevitable defeat, the men introduced you to their master's strange and esoteric style.
"Wait you animals! This isn't martial arts! This isโOoh!"
As the minotaur's impossibly thick #dick splits your little kunoichi #cunt, all you can do is cling to the pillar for dear life.
"P-please," you whimper. "Mercy. Mercy!"
"You tried to stab me in the back," the beastman sneers. "Turnabout's fair play."
As a telekinetic, people were your playthings. Your fearsome power was surpassed only by your sadistic desire to debase and humiliate. But when the villain's cock penetrated your tight ass, you lost the ability to focus. Now all you can think of is #cum.
The mission was trivial: infiltrate the island. Assassinate the target. All that stood between you and success was one measly orc bodyguard. Now as your stomach bulges with every brutal thrust, and your legs dangle in the air, you aren't standing at all.
After your last mission failed, resentment and rancor festered among the crew. Whispers of revolt spread. As the captain, you addressed these concerns individually, superior to subordinate. No man went unheard. In the end, the crew mutinied anyway, but kept you around for relief.
"Join me."
"Eh? Why would I ever want to join up with a filthy slime-tongue like you?"
The stranger raised his scaled hand. "Because you're a shameless human slut who craves Saurian dick."
"Eh?! I'd never...um.."
"Say it."
"I'm a shameless human slut who craves Saurian dick.
"Please!" You pound your fist on the observation glass as the monstrous brute behind bucks his muscled hips. "Help me, pleeease~"
"Remind me," says the 1st alien scientist. "Which experiment is this?"
"None," says the 2nd.
"None?"
He grins. "I just love hearing her beg."
Showered in kaleidoscopic light, you struck a pose and raised your magic wand. "Beware, evil-doer. Wherever there is injustice in this world, I, Magical Girl Moonette, willโAH!"
"C'mere!" The ogre snarls.
"W-wait!" You cry. "I'm not done with my transformation sequence!"
"Next you'll be taking my pet r'gorath for a walk around the block."
You scoffed. "That hideous beast with the two foot dick? You must be joking."
"Ah, ah. Remember your debts."
"Tch, whatever. Give me the leash."
"Oh no my dear," he chuckled. "This collar's not for him."
"Haven't you had enough, you bastard?" You pant.
"You're the one riding this dick, elf bitch."
"I'm just trying to -HNG- satisfy your sick demands so you'll leave this sacred grove.
"Nah, I own it now. And you."
"Butโ
He slaps your ass. "Drain these big green balls, slave."
Once, while you were purifying yourself in the Lunar Sanctum Wells, an orc appeared.
"Be gone!" You demanded. "This is a sacred shrine for ritual cleansing!"
"That so?" The orc dropped his boarhide kilt and waded into the water.
"F-fiend!"
"Maybe you can wash this?"
"Can't we work this out some other way?" You beg the goblin.
"Nope," he says. "This settles the debt just fine."
"But I'm an elf! I have my pride! My honor!"
"What you got is a fat pair of fuckable tits," he sneers. "Now stick out that tongue, you highborn slut."
"I can't believe it," you sob. "I've lost my home. My business. Even the clothes off my back. I'm ruined!"
The shrewd goblin banker grins. "I'm not done yet."
"What? What more can you take from me, you hideous little cretin?
"For starters? Your mouth."
"You idiots! Why did I hire minotaurs for this job anyway?!" You angrily huff. "Now we'll never get that bounty!"
The minotaur duo bristles. "Elf shouldn't call us idiots." "Elf should watch her mouth."
"Watch my mouth? How about you kiss my ass, you bovine imbecilโHGRK!"
"He's finally gone," your sister whispers. "We have to run for it!"
"It doesn't matter," you mumble while rubbing your slit
"Sis!"
"Nothing matters."
"Whatever. I'm going for it!"
Of course, the grey giant was waiting. And even as she sobs and howls, your fingers never stop.
Long after the tavern owner had left and the patrons had all gone home, you found yourself alone, wiping down the ale-slick tables. Then, a knock at the door.
"We're closed!"
POUND POUND
"I said we're clo-AH!"
A demon minotaur bursts through. At least the table is clean.
For as long as Oni have existed, there have been kunoichi dedicated to defeating them. And over the long centuries, they have done an absolutely terrible job.
"Don't feel too bad. You're mother only moaned half as loud," the demon taunts. "Maybe your daughter will do better."
"Ew," you recoil. "I don't want to serve a filthy orc."
The brute snorts. "What did you say to me, you little bitch?
The tavern owner rushes over. "You serve, you serve! Customer always right!"
"But-"
"You heard him, #slut." The orc seizes your ponytail. "It's time to serve."
A pack of werewolves terrorized a remote village all winter. At wits' end, the villagers hired a pair of arrogant bounty hunters.
The pack never returned and, curiously, neither did the duo to claim their reward. The villagers didn't mind at all.
"Elf always looks down on troll!"
"Get your filthy hands off me youโAH!"
The troll pulls your ponytail.
"Elf thinks she's better hm? But elf moan just like troll woman, orc woman, human woman!"
"I'll never moan forโ"
The brute smacks your ass.
"Oh!"
"Moan, long ears!"