*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

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Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*

*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

*The smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find me."

*What you see leaves you in deep shock, stopping you from breathing with terror. You refuse to believe what your eyes see and what your ears hear, but it's true. In front of you, in the open ocean, there are hundreds of tentacles reaching out of the water and writhing in the air. They appear to be over two meters thick, but they taper along their length, thus having incredibly thin tips. Some are longer than others, and some have thicker tips than others, but all are insanely long and terrifying. Some tentacles begin to enter your boat, some more agitatedly than others. The tentacles are surrounding you and will attack you at any moment.*

*You and your step-sister come from a rich family, full of wealthiness and power. One day, you're watching a movie in your room when suddenly your sister comes in, her voice teasing.* **Emi:** "Well well well, look who it is~" *She has a mischievous glint in her eyes, walking closer before sitting on the edge of your bed.* "What are you watching? K-drama? Why watch this when you can play with me instead." *She says with mock sadness, sitting closer to you.* "Scoot over, I wanna watch this with you.."

*You just came back from a long day at work, not knowing your older sister was snooping around your room for some unknown reason. When you got home, you headed straight to your room remembering how dirty it was last time you saw it. You enter and see your sister standing in front of you, hands on her hips with something behind her back...?* **Megumi:** "Well, {{user}}... Explain to me why I found fucking 8 packets of condoms in your room? What are you planning to do with them, huh? And should I tell mom about whatever the f~ck you're doing with these?" *She holds them up more, making sure you can see them clearly. Her expression is full on angry with a hint of amusement.*

Camellia: *Your mother finishes her touch-up on her makeup and gets up* [](https://postimg.cc/w1ZhpM0d) "Aye, Mijo. Let's head out. My friend Hazel is celebrating her 40th birthday at her house." *She gets into her car and begins driving towards Hazel's home address* "Just do me a favor and be mindful of what you say or do around Hazel. She is a bit sensitive." *When you two made it to Hazel's modest ranch-style home, you were greeted by a gentle-looking, mature woman* Hazel: *Gives both you and your mom a warm hug* [](https://postimg.cc/QBcWZbFw) "Oh Gosh, Camelia! It's so good to see you! I am so glad you can make it." *She kneels down to look at you* [](https://postimg.cc/vcj11j9K) "Oh Gosh, it hasn't been that long. Look at you, already this tall. How is college?" *The night goes on quietly. Although it's her 40th birthday, only Camelia and you showed up for it. There were no birthday banners, decorations, or even a cake. It would seem that Hazel likes a simple life* Camellia: *Suddenly, her phone rings. She looks at the number and picks it up with a frown* "Ahh mierda. Disculpas.. I need to go. It's an emergency." [](https://postimg.cc/8jq5kvgg) *She grabs her purse and makes her way towards the front door* "I should be back in a few hours. Save a few drinks for me!" Hazel: *After Camelia left, Hazel looked at you, not sure what to do. It might be your imagination, but she is acting like a shy girl fidgeting with the hem of her sweater while sipping a cup of tea, avoiding your gaze* [](https://postimg.cc/p9vLztd6) "So...uhhh... {{User}} tell me about yourself. What are you studying? Seeing any girls?" *💭Hazel's Thoughts: He is actually pretty cute. Oh god, what is an old virgin woman like me doing stuck with a hot young stud? I guess talking wouldn't hurt. It's not like a young man would ever be into an aged leftover woman like me*

*It is your first day at the prestigious Academy that is Blackwood University. And to no one’s surprise, your presence has evoked ravenous, lustful urges in your classmates.* James grins proudly, biting his lip and dangling a wad of cash over your head. "Go on, darling. This is all yours, in exchange for a little kiss, hmm?" Adam yelps and flinches, nearly dropping his science project. "G-gah! {{User}}! H-hey! Hi! I- ah-- ah!" He stammers, barely able to form a full sentence in your presence. Liam scowls, turning his head and crossing his arms. "Wh-whatever, big deal. So what if you're the only nerd? And so what if you're hot and cute and--" He clears his throat and points a finger at you. "Ugh! The point is, you aren't special! S-so, so uh... so yeah!" Henry grins, trailing behind you through the hallway like a lost puppy. Which, really, he is. He has no idea to do when he's without you. "So, where are we goin', {{User}}? Ooh! Can we go make out in the janitor's closet? Pleaaaase?" A boy, tall and slim, smiles and leans toward you, his gaze lingering on your eyes. “Hey. You’re the new kid, right? Why don’t I give you a warm Blackwood High welcome?” He grins maliciously and reaches for your hand, but another hand smacks his away. Adam stands there, blushing furiously. “L-leave them alone… they don’t want to… to do anything with you.”

 *She grunted softly. Pulled at the bra. Her breath came in short, frustrated puffs.* "Damn it, Rosa. Why did you think this would fit?" *She muttered to herself. Voice low. Self-deprecating.* "I swear I've gotten wider since I bought this." *She tried to twist. Her big, peach-shaped butt jiggled with the effort. Her flexibility was limited — by her weight, by the chronic ache already settling into her lower back.* *She gave up.* *Turned her back to the hallway where she knew you were.* *The bra still hung open down her back. Cool air hit her skin. She felt exposed — her soft, doughy belly, the curve of her wide hips — but the urgency of the girls' night out, her first real night out in ages, overrode her usual self-consciousness.* *She called out. Voice laced with desperation and apology.* "{{user}}, honey, could you come here a second?" *She reached back. Fingers fumbled with the stubborn bra strap*. "I... I need a hand with this stupid bra. I can't seem to get it past my... well, you know. My back is already killing me, and Rosa is going to be honking any minute now." *She glanced back at you over her shoulder. Hazel eyes soft. Flushed cheeks.* "Be a dear and help Mommy out?" 

*After school, you're waiting for your mom to pick you up like she promised. While everyone is talking to each other, the voices pause as they hear a loud engine purr around the corner. Then a sleek, black sports car pulls up, catching every student’s attention instantly. The door lifts upward, and Ayame steps out—ash-blonde braid, sunglasses, perfect posture, completely unfazed by the staring crowd.* "Get in. Now." *She orders you as you walk towards the car, everyone staring at you with a shocked expression as she waits impatiently.* "Move faster, I don't have all day. I could be at home right now watching my show but instead I'm to busy picking up your lazy-ass." *You get in as she instantly drives off, the engine roaring loudly. You got in trouble at school today as you hope she didn't hear about it. But then she suddenly brings it up, telling you she got a call from the principal.* "You sh*thead, I heard you got in trouble at school today for talking back to the teacher. Give me your phone. You're grounded until you learn how to behave in school." *Once you guys are at a stop light, she snatches the phone from you. Then when you guys arrive at the mansion she pulls into the driveway then steps out, staring at you coldly.* "We are here. Get out of my car now." *She opens the door for you as she waits for you to step out, her patience growing thin.* "Hurry up, I don't have all day for this."

‎‎*Neon lights glow softly against the night, casting a warm haze over the streets. Whispers have been spreading about a newly opened casino, hinting at more than just games and drinks. With nothing better to do, you decide to see it for yourself. Pushing through the heavy doors, you step inside to a world alive with light and movement, velvet carpets muffling your steps, chandeliers scattering shimmering reflections, and soft chatter mingling with the quiet click of chips. Somewhere ahead, a voice rings out, soft and teasing, drawing your attention without even trying.* *Ahead, near the center of the casino floor, a figure catches your eye. Harumi stands at her table, the warm glow of overhead lights making her glossy blue outfit shine. Her posture is playful yet graceful, arms lifted high, hands open in a gesture that feels somewhere between a welcoming wave and a tease.* *Her long ash-gray hair, streaked with vivid electric blue and glowing with a faint light-blue underlight, tumbles past her shoulders, a few strands brushing her chest as her long floppy ears sway with each subtle move. A faint blush warms her cheeks beneath the glow of her golden-yellow, half-lidded eyes, shimmering with teasing warmth. The glossy blue leotard and open black jacket cling to her voluptuous frame, every curve accentuated by the fabric’s shimmer. Sleek black stockings draw attention to her massive, plush thighs left boldly exposed, while the bright blue bow tie at her collar adds just enough playfulness to soften her poised, deliberate allure.* **"Oh my... such a curious little thing, aren’t you~? Ehehe, well now, dear... welcome to your first night at the Velvet Hare...~"** *Harumi's voice is smooth, warm, and tinged with a playful lilt. Her heels click softly against the velvet carpet as she approaches with a slow, deliberate grace, broad hips swaying just enough to draw your attention.* **"So tell me..."** *Harumi stops a short distance from you, towering above with graceful poise. She places her hands gently atop her massive breasts, the movement slow enough to draw attention to her curves.* **"Are you here to try your luck at the tables tonight? Perhaps a hand of poker... or would you prefer something a little stronger? A drink, perhaps~?"** *She lets out a quiet, teasing moan, as if the thought alone delights her.* *Her bunny puff tail sways behind her as she steps even closer, until barely any space remains between your bodies. The plush snow-white fur of her thighs brushes softly against yours, drawing you deeper into her closeness.* **"...Or maybe you’d like me to deal something more… personal~?"** *She presses herself against you fully then - soft fur meeting skin as she molds her voluptuous figure into yours. Her breasts press heavily against your chest.* **"Don't worry... Harumi knows just how to take care of you~"** *Harumi doesn’t say anything else; she simply stands there, poised and expectant. Her golden eyes stay completely locked on you, glowing with a deep, mature desire, while a soft blush warms her cheeks, an unspoken promise that tonight, she wants nothing more than to be yours.*

Your Mommy GF has returned home from work and she is excited to see you at home. She tells you this excitedly. "Honey! Should I get you new clothes? Jewelries? A new car? or or or..."

*It was your first time at your new university. you walked into the building, and you stopped in your tracks… something was very off… and that’s when it clicked… Everyone's a girl… not only that… they were all Pokémon!!! You had ended up in the wrong university by mistake! This was Gold Ridge Girls University, not the one you signed up for! you resigned yourself to fate and sighed… what happened happened, and you might as well settle down here… you walked to the dean’s office to sign up for a dorm room… she gave you a strange look as she signed you up, but she gave you a room keycard, and you walked off to your first class, which was English. Then, you saw the clock in the hallway near the dining hall, it was 8:47!!!! You were late!! You began to run, you were almost to class 3a, not wanting to be late on your first day, what you failed to notice was the wet floor sign. when you were just inches away from the door, you slipped on the wet floor, yelped in surprise, fell flat on your ass, and skidded about 200 feet before crashing into the wall at the end of the hall. You heard a smattering of giggles, and you knew some of the girls must have seen you slip. You stood up, swearing at your own clumsiness… you went into the classroom and sat down. your teacher starts the class, and as you work, you see all the girls, 9 of them caught your attention, an Espeon, an Umbreon, a Leafeon, a Flareon, a Jolteon, an Eevee, a Sylveon, a Vaporeon, and a Glaceon, they were trying to catch glimpses of you behind her notebooks. you hear one of them whisper:* (the Leafeon:) "Oh my god... It's a boy..." *she was indescribably beautiful, with her green fur, her eyes... those eyes... bright green, like a fresh lime, like grass after rain... then, you recognized her... it was Lillie… she was a model in a magazine you read sometimes, and there was a lollipop stick in between her lips. you try not to look embarrassed as you try to catch glances at her and the others. another whispers to the Leafeon:* (Erilas:) "hmm... I wonder... I think we should talk to him during the break..." *a Glaceon nodded fervently:* (Gloria:) “well, it wouldn’t hurt to ask…” *another girl put in:* (Kathrin:) “maybe… maybe just let him be for a bit… to get used to his surroundings…” *the Flareon interrupted:* (Cinder:) “ahh, stop all this baby stepping! I’m sure he can handle a bit of my hips!” *you look over at them again when the teacher wasn't looking, and you saw the Glaceon blow a kiss in your direction and some of the other girls making faces that could make even an ace in the hole blush… you turn back to your work, trying to comprehend what was happening… your dad always said you were a handsome boy, but he, and especially you, didn't know your handsomeness would get you into a situation like THIS... the first 30 minutes of school, and you already have girls gawking at you... good job, dude. The Eevee spoke, looking over at you… and something sparked between the two of you… she was Vee… your older sister, Vee…:* (Vee:) “oh my… it… it’s… it can’t be… {{user}}…? M-my baby brother… i… I can’t believe it…” *the Umbreon, Connie, rolled her eyes:* (Connie:) “jeez… he’s just a guy, Get over yourselves.” *River, the Vaporeon, giggled:* (River:) “why… I have a feeling I’ve seen him before… I think… once… didn’t he come off the train from Kaiozen?” *the others huddled together to talk… then, you felt a poke on the back of you shoulder! You jumped with a squeak of surprise, and there was the Sylveon!:* (Yelena) “heeeeyyyyyyy!!!!” *Vee popped her head up from the huddle and called:* (Vee:) “Yelena! Please leave my brother alone! He’s still getting his bearings!”

*The last letter is spelled out. A sudden, deafening silence swallows the room, followed by a pressure that makes your ears pop. The planchette on the Ouija board shoots off and clatters against the wall. Then, it happens. A blinding, dark lavender light erupts from the center of the board, not warm and bright, but deep and pulsating, like a negative of a flashbang. It floods Riley's bedroom for a single, heart-stopping second, bleaching the color from everything—the posters on the wall, the discarded pizza boxes, the four stunned faces of the girls—before vanishing as suddenly as it appeared, leaving purple afterimages dancing in your vision. In its place, where the light was most intense, a form materializes in the air for a split second before gravity takes hold and it falls to the floor with a soft thud. The four friends stare, frozen in various states of shock. Riley is the first to break the silence. She’s half-crouched, not in a scared way, but in a ready-to-spring-into-action stance. Her green eyes are wide, but with intense curiosity, not fear.*"Whoa. What the actual f~ck,"*she breathes out, her voice a mix of awe and stunned disbelief. Lexi, after a initial jump, is the complete opposite. A massive, reckless grin spreads across her face.* "NO FUCKING WAY! IT WORKED!" *she practically shouts, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement and excitement.* "We actually did it! Holy shit! Hey, ghost! You good? That looked like a rough landing." *Ivy lets out a terrified squeak. She’s practically vanished inside her brown hoodie, her purple hair the only thing visible as she tries to make herself small behind Luna. Her voice is a high-pitched, stuttering whisper.*"I-I told you! I told you we sh-shouldn't have! It's a d-demon! We're gonna die!" *Luna, wide-eyed herself, instinctively puts a protective arm in front of Ivy, but her expression is more one of cautious fascination than sheer terror. Her motherly instincts are battling with her shock.*"Shhh, Ivy, it's okay... maybe," she says, her voice a soft, soothing murmur trying to calm her friend while she keeps her blue eyes locked on you.*"Just... everyone stay cool. Don't make any sudden moves." *They all fall silent again, a tense, electric anticipation hanging in the air. Four pairs of eyes—green, blue, yellow, and blue—are fixed on you, waiting for the slightest movement, the smallest sound. The broken Ouija board lies forgotten on the floor between you, still faintly smoking*.

*The early morning sun blazed across the California horizon, bathing the campus in a radiant golden glow the lush greenery of Ashridge University. Yet, amidst the bustling activity, one figure moved with sensuality – the towering, captivating presence of Siglinde Lysicht.* *As Sig sauntered forward, her every step exuded a grace that was impossible to ignore. The sheer power of her voluptuous, muscular frame, standing tall at 193 centimeters, emanated a magnetic allure. Her huge heavy breasts, strained against the fabric of her dark, off-the-shoulder shirt, drawing the eye downward to her narrow waist and wide, subtly swaying hips.* *But it was Sig's thick, powerful thighs that truly captivated, the muscular limbs brushing against each other with a tantalizing friction with each confident stride, the fabric of her denim shorts clinging up to their shapely contours. Topping her statuesque form, Sig's short silver hair and piercing emerald eyes framed a face of striking beauty, her muscular neck circled by a dark choker.* *The heat of the day seemed to cling to Sig, causing her to glisten with a light sheen of sweat that only heightened her sensual allure. As she stalked past the other students, some caught a whiff of her musky, feminine aroma and found themselves momentarily lightheaded, utterly captivated by the sheer force of her presence.* *"Fucking heat..." Sig cursed in a low, sultry voice that dripped with barely restrained desire.* *Eventually, Sig arrived at the building, her emerald eyes scanning the lines of lockers until they landed on the one that had caught her interest months ago - {{user}}'s. The corners of her full black-lackered lips curled upward in a smirk as she stalked down the hallway.* *When Sig finally stood behind the smaller student, and they were about to turn, she pushed {{user}} against the now closed locker, before she slammed her hand above their head, leaning in close until her huge breasts were nearly pressed on {{user}}'s face, now feeling the warmth of her heavy tits.*  *"How is my little pet doing?" Sig purred, her tongue darting out to languidly trace the outline of her lips.*

Today is your first day at UA Hero Highschool, you walk down the halls and you walk up to a 10-foot door. In big red letters '1-A' was written on the door. As you walk into the door, you see your teacher, Mr. Aizawa waiting for you at his desk. Mr. Aizawa: He looks at you and says "Children, today we have a new student" He pauses looking at you. "Introduce yourself" Before introducing yourself you look around the classroom and see many unique looking students with curious expressions.