{"id":"bdjqei","deleted":false,"future_paste":false,"expired":false,"language":"text","created_at":"2025-03-15 23:40:00","expires_at":null,"content":"\/\/\/FIGHT. Player gets +40 max and current speed during combat if they have a mermaid body. Cannot flee. Also, nude now(except for weapon), re-equip at end of combat.\r\nYou are fighting the oasis shaman.\r\nTreading water in front of you is a grayish-tan demon with a slim and toned body. He appears to be [if (metric) {just shy of two meters|a bit over six feet}] tall, with sea-green hair and gray eyes. He has no weapons, save for his sharp nails, and no coverings of any kind. [if (cor + lib > 66) {Temptingly|Unfortunately}], this leaves his pulsating cock floating in the water for you to see.\r\n\/\/Stats are not slow because he's in water, and his lack of armor means no damage resistance. Health and strength above the curve for the desert, and good intellect. Higher lust cap, but starting lust around 30.\r\n\/\/Attack\r\nGliding through the water, he comes in close to jab you with his claws.\r\n\/\/Tease\r\n[say: Come now, my [lord], enjoy what I have to offer,] he says. The demon caresses his own body, accentuating his muscles and form, and drawing your gaze to his cock.\r\n\/\/Arouse. Inte-based tease that costs fatigue\r\nHe gestures with his hands, forming shimmering light that [if (liddellium) {does little to sway your resistant flesh|warms your insides}].\r\n\/\/If you use [Chant] on him, this happens instead of him attacking that turn\r\nThe effect appears to catch him by surprise; the shaman demon squirms in the water with a strange look on his face.\r\n\r\n[say: Your voice... How are you doing that?]\r\n\/Subsequent uses don't prevent his action until his speed is <=1\r\n[say: Your beauty... It's so close and yet...]\r\n\/All remaining turns, he takes no action:\r\nThe demon floats in the water, dazed.\r\n\/\/Victory! You win!\r\n[if (lust victory) {Deliriously aroused|Battered and tired}], the demon gives in and ceases his attempted assault. The lack of danger grants you time to look back and spot your [armor] at the bottom of the oasis, and realization strikes you--you're naked! Not just indecent, but [i:free]! The curse is gone.\r\n\r\nIt may be your still-altered state influencing you, but you feel you must allow your assailant to leave peacefully; he did solve your problem, intentional or not.[if (lust>30) { Perhaps, even, reward him for it... The heat inside you urges you on.}]\r\n[if (lust>30) {[Ride Him].tooltip=\"[if (silly) {You'll grant him merssy|Indulge your needs, welcome him inside you}].\" [Fuck Him].tooltip=\"[if (silly) {Bet he likes fish dicks|He surely wanted to use you like a hole, but you're equipped to turn that around on him}].\"}] [Leave].tooltip=\"You'll grant him mercy. Back home you go.\" [Kill].tooltip=\"Execute this vile rapist.\"\r\n\/\/Kill. Maybe consider putting a cap on how high b.sword bonus gets. Doesn't have to be an achievable cap yet\r\n\/Dullahan scythe\r\nYou hold your dark scythe at the ready and twirl your tail before dashing forward, swinging the wicked edge through the demon's neck.\r\n\/Katanas\/lightrailavenger\r\nCalming your breath, you center yourself and ready your blade. With one swift move, your [weapon] slides cleanly through the dazed shaman. The weapon is returned to its sheathe as your foe processes what has just happened. [say:I--] he begins to mutter before splitting in two, either half silently floating away in the water.\r\n\/Axes and blunt\r\nYou twirl your tail around to wind up some momentum, then surge forward with your [weapon], [if (blunt) {cracking the demon's skull|cleaving into the demon's neck}] with brutal power.\r\n\/blades and spears\r\nDashing through the water, you swiftly impale the demon on your [weapon], [if (bsword) {incinerating his heart with its radiant power|sundering his heart and ending him}].\r\n\/staff with channelling\r\nWith your mind clearer at the defeat of the demon, you concentrate and empower your [weapon]. In a heavy thrust, you slam the tip of the staff into the mystic's chest, releasing all the focused energy on impact. The shock reverberates in the water, and the life fades from the demon's eyes.\r\n\/Else\r\nWith a well-aimed strike, you punch the demon in the throat, disrupting the spell he uses to breathe underwater as well as throwing him into a coughing fit. In his throes, he chokes on water and struggles to swim to safety, inevitably drowning.\r\n\/end to all\r\n[pg]That's one less lecherous hazard in the world[if (cor<33){, for your sake and others}].\r\n\/\/Leave\r\nIn short order you manage to drag your gear out and set yourself right again, sans any cursed garments this time. Now that the option to fix your body is available, you ponder if you should. You feel elegant, feminine, and dignified. Is this not how you should be?\r\n\r\nUnconsciously, your [hand] clasps the side of your neck, reminding you of your gills. To breathe open air without discomfort would be a relief. Perhaps there's a substance that restores a person's natural state, or maybe any other land-dwelling creature's traits would do.\r\n\/\/\/\/Ride Him. ++cor and libido\r\nThe shaman floats dazed and vulnerable before you. He had sought to lure you in, to make you surrender to your desires--but now, the tables have turned. Still, all he wanted was sex, and force was not his first choice. And your curse is remedied by his efforts. The raw attraction you feel when you look at his toned body compels you to reward him for this gift.\r\n\r\nGliding closer through the water, your presence forces him to acknowledge what\u2019s about to happen. His throat glows in an arcane will to protest, his breath quickens, his muscles flex in subtle defiance, but this is what he wanted, even if it's not on his terms. You grasp his chin, forcing his gaze to meet yours, and a soothing sound unconsciously slips out and lulls his resistance. The shaman demon sighs gently with a half-lidded stare. [say:My beautiful [prince],] he whispers.\r\n\r\nYour [hand] trails downward, sliding over his taut stomach before curling around his cock. He shudders, unable to keep himself from reacting to your touch. The tension in his body is undeniable, urging him into grabbing hold of you, but you push his arm aside. This is for you, first and foremost, not him.\r\n\r\nAn unthinking purr slips from your lips as you stroke him with slow, deliberate movements. His hips twitch forward, betraying his desire despite the frustration flickering across his face. His mind is ablaze with the need to claim you; however, this is your domain. The water cradles him as you reorient your positions, [if (hasvagina) {pressing your slit|turning your back to him to press your [butt]}] to his dick. He looks up at you now, his expression caught between reluctance and raw hunger.\r\n\r\nThe anticipation crackles between you while he prods at the needy hole, but he continues to yield to your dominance. At last, you lower yourself onto him, relishing the thick girth pushing apart your walls, and the low groan that escapes his throat. His fingers dig into your [hips]. [if ((hasvagina && isvirgin) || (!hasvagina && isanalvirgin)) {There is an aching pain and slight burn as your body struggles to accept its first dick, but his eagerness keeps you moving, pulling you down until his member is fully embedded in your [if (hasvagina) {once-pure pussy|virgin depths}]|[if (too tight) {There is a blissful ache as his size goes beyond what your little [if (hasvagina) {pussy|rosebud}] can take, and his eager pull brings your hips to meet his while you savor the sensation|His dick slips inside like it was meant to be there, pushing apart the flushed walls until it is completely embedded in your depths}]}]. [cuntchange\/asschange text] [if (hasCock) {Your [cocks] pulsate[if (!multicock) {s}] in the water [if (hasvagina) {between you }]while you adjust to being so full. }]You set the pace, gyrating around the intrusion, making him feel every scintilla of the hole he was yearning for. Massaging hands explore your form, slipping around your [if (chubby) {soft, cushioning [if (hasgooskin) {mass|flesh}]|waist and up your ribs}], no longer grasping for dominance but for reverence. He bites his lip as you ride him, the throbbing in your [if (hasvagina) {canal|guts}] announcing each slip of his composure with each passing moment.\r\n\r\nFeeding into this, you [if (hasvagina) {lean in close|turn your head}] and look longingly in his glassy gray eyes, pushing him to revere you more. His voice, husky and thick with desire, ekes out through the water, [say: You are a marvel of grace, my [prince]. I wish to satisfy you as you deserve.]\r\n\r\nTension and heat radiate from his muscles; your tail curls around his legs to hold him steady, but the animalistic need for you does not subside. The demon finally succumbs, his release drawn out, shuddering, and you follow him over the edge, your very being writhing in delight[if (hascock) { and tainting his \\\"sacred\\\" oasis with ejaculate}]. A deep satisfaction washes over you--one that burns away all your senses in a flood of pleasure. Suddenly, he embraces you in his powerful arms, holding you tight as he thrusts his spasming dick in and out, overwhelming you completely. No coherent thought can form in your mind as his manly body slaps against you and you get fucked like a slut in heat. One of his hands [if (hashair) {pulls your hair|turns your chin}] to twist your head to face him for a kiss. His tongue invades your mouth like another reverent lunge. Neither of you have any control over this mad lust.\r\n\r\nThe water crashes against your colliding forms only to be pushed away in the next thrust, the currents rushing and moving the heat of the sex through the ambient water like the warmth of a soft bed. Vibrations of your fucking rocks back and forth in the waves. The shaman demon's hot cum keeps spilling out into you, and you hunger for more. The ruthlessness of his assault hurts in the best of ways, and if the water wouldn't muffle it, you know the sound coming from your mouth would be a squeal of unrestrained joy; the last thrust pushes the meaty head of his penis as far as it can go in your body before ejaculating to your capacity. The swell of semen in your abdomen is as hot as the desert.\r\n\r\nAs the aftershocks fade and the oasis stills around you, he looks up at you with something softer in his gaze--something like respect, or perhaps, reluctant admiration. He may have tried to tempt you first, but in the end, you were the one who took what you wanted.\r\n\r\nYou unfurl your tail from around his legs and allow him to drift away in the water as you gather up your belongings. The desert heat may be daunting, but now you'll be carrying plenty of extra fluids for the journey home...\r\n{pregnancy change if hasvagina}\r\n\/\/\/\/Fuck Him. ++cor and a little libido\r\nThe shaman floats dazed and vulnerable before you. He had sought to lure you in, to make you surrender to your desires--but now, the tables have turned. Still, all he wanted was sex, and force was not his first choice. And your curse is remedied by his efforts. The raw attraction you feel when you look at his toned body compels you to \\\"reward\\\" him for this gift.\r\n\r\nGliding closer through the water, your presence forces him to acknowledge what\u2019s about to happen. His throat glows in an arcane will to protest, his breath quickens, his muscles flex in subtle defiance, but this is what he wanted, even if it's not on his terms. You grasp his chin, forcing his gaze to meet yours, and a soothing sound unconsciously slips out and lulls his resistance. The shaman demon exhales sharply, his gray eyes flickering with an uncertain mix of anticipation and wounded pride. He had expected to be the one taking you, but now, he is [i:yours] to claim.\r\n\r\nYour [hands] explore his taut body, fingers tracing the ridges of muscle before slipping down his hips and around the curve of his ass. His breath hitches, but he does not pull away. A shudder runs through him as your touch lingers, coaxing the tension from his form. The suave confidence he approached with is a distant memory as the demon submits to your touch. Even submerged, the heat of his body is unmistakable, a silent plea masked by his feigned reluctance.\r\n\r\nThe shaman bites his lip as you press yourself behind him, the rigid impression of your [cocks] against the small of his back raising the tension. His fingers twitch as though debating whether to push you away, but when your [if (hasclaws) {claws dig into|grip tightens around}] his hips, he ceases resisting. You position yourself against his tight, yielding entrance, savoring the way his shudders reverberate through the currents; when you push forward, the demon releases a sharp, unbidden moan, his fingers clenching around the arm of yours holding him tightly. While his nails sink into the top of your arm, you feel the flex of his abs underneath it as he struggles to accept his place as the receiver.\r\n\r\nYour pace is slow at first, letting him feel every moment of his submission and every pulse of your [cocktype] [if (small penis) {invading him|stretching him open}]. His pride fights it, but his body tells the truth in every gasp, and in the way his nails dig into your [skindesc] with each thrust. The arrow-like tip of his tail swishes frantically back and forth in the water as if anxious he might reveal the onslaught of pleasure he refuses to fully admit. Each movement of your hips forces another choked sound from his lips, his previous smug composure begins to crumble.\r\n\r\nYou lean in[if (isfeminine || breastsize>flat) {, your [breasts] pushing up against his back,}] and [if (tallness > 70) {nibble at his ear|playfully bite his arm[if (hasFangs) {, leaving a shallow wound and making him yelp slightly in surprise}]}]. Tilting his head back in unconscious surrender, the demonic shaman's breathy gasps turn to low, desperate groans, a concession you reward by increasing the pace until his resistance dissolves entirely. His toned ass clenches around you, his insides hot, his voice raw with pleasure, and his once-defiant eyes fluttering closed. Your casanova is now just a slut in heat for your [cock].\r\n\r\nHe is trembling, body taut with impending release, wordlessly begging you to fill his guts with semen. There is no need to hold back, you constrict your scaly fish tail around his leg tightly for leverage and fuck him just as much need, if not even more. The vice-like anus tries, in vain, to hold you back, while the walls inside cradle your [if (small cock) {little }]member as if to treasure it, and the sensations demand you give in. His cock twitches, unattended while his buttocks is used with such fervor, yet still the meaty stick pulsates, and as he finally ejaculates, his cries echo across the water, unguarded and shameless. You don\u2019t stop--not until the clenching around you pulls you into your own climax, pleasure ripping through you in waves as you claim him fully.\r\n\r\nAs the aftershocks fade and the water stills around you, the shaman looks at you softly--perhaps in respect, or just submission. He may have tried to tempt you first, but in the end, you were the one who took what you wanted.\r\n\r\nYou unfurl your tail from around his leg and allow him to drift away in the water as you gather up your belongings.\r\n\/\/LOST THE FIGHT. Somehow. Still, it all worked out in the end, didn't it?\r\nYour body, worn and exhausted, floats limply in the water, the fight drained from your limbs. Despite all the vitality this form gives you in the water, it only feels like an oppressive weight now. The deceptive, lecherous \\\"shaman\\\" glides toward you, his movements effortless in the oasis' depths, his sense of victory gleaming in his gray eyes. Maybe he was right when he said it'd all have been easier if you just played along from the start.\r\n\r\nA slow, knowing smile spreads across his lips as his hands come to rest against your waist, steadying you. His touch is firm, possessive. [say:You fought so hard to deny yourself this pleasure,] he muses, his voice thick with amusement and triumph. [say:And yet, here you are, helpless in my hands.]\r\n\r\nHis hot, toned body is suddenly flush against you in embrace, your [breasts] pressing against the firm planes of his pecs. You can feel the vivid impression of his cock, fully erect and pulsing with heat, against your [if (chubby) {plush }]belly, an undeniable reminder of what\u2019s coming. One hand strokes up your back, coming to cradle the base of your skull, while the other drifts lower, fingers splaying over your [butt].\r\n\r\n[say:You could have had this gentle,] he says, his breath ghosting over your lips. [say:I'd have enjoyed treating you as a treasure. But you chose to fight, and now you'll be nothing but a slut for me.]\r\n\r\nWithout another word, he shifts, [if (hasvagina) {gripping your thighs and spreading your scaly cloaca with his thumbs|twisting you around to slap his shaft between your buttcheeks}]. The meaty head of his phallus feels hot as it squishes against your tense hole, the teasing friction setting your nerves alight. A squealing gasp ekes out of you while a shock runs up your spine, the tip of his dick now pushes just past your entrance! [if ((hasvagina && isvirgin) || (!hasvagina && isanalvirgin)) {It burns slightly, and you feel torn between reveling in your first time being taken by a man of his caliber, and the anxiety and shame of being ignored no matter how you much you had resisted. }][if (too tight) {It feels like your entire body is shifting and splitting to take him in|The penetration feels like being completed}], the turgid flesh sinking into your warmth with one long, claiming stroke. Your [claws] dig into [if (hasvagina) {his shoulders|him}], but there is no escaping the sensation. He holds you against him, buried to the hilt, reveling in your helpless gasp.\r\n\r\n[say:Yes,] he groans, his voice laced with satisfaction. [say:This is what you needed all along, little whore.]\r\n\r\nHe sets a punishing pace, hips rolling with the effortless rhythm of a man completely in control. The water swirls around you with every thrust, rippling in time with the relentless motion. His hands explore freely, groping, squeezing, possessing every [if (metric) {inch|centimeter} of your body, the sensation both exciting and violating. His lips find your neck, sharp teeth grazing the sensitive [skindesc] before he sucks a mark into place, a brand of ownership.\r\n\r\nHeat pools low in your stomach, a pleasure beyond resistance building with every relentless stroke. He feels it--the way your walls clench tighter, the way your breath hitches, the way your body, despite itself, starts to meet his rhythm. A chuckle rumbles from his chest.\r\n\r\n[say:There it is,] he whispers. [say:You know your place, slut-[prince].]\r\n\r\nYour gut twists amid a harder thrust, his cock pounding into you even more relentlessly. His fingers curl under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze--smug, dominant, utterly in control. The moment hangs, electric and inescapable, before he claims your mouth in a kiss, swallowing whatever final protests you might have had.\r\n\r\nLetting go of your last vestige of resistance, all the aches turn into bliss. You writhe in orgasm, your muscles bounding and contracting around the intrusion until you go dizzy and breathless. [if (hasCock) {Ropes of sperm ejaculate out of you until the resistance of the water leaves it to drift away glacially. }]Although it hurts physically and emotionally, but you push yourself back against him, meeting his thrusts like the bitch in heat he said you are.\r\n\r\nHe is merciless in his conquest; each thrust claims you, driving his cock deep into your core as he chases his own pleasure without concern for anything else. The bruising force of his fucking is contrasted by the softness of the water swirling chaotically around you, the currents distributing the heat like a blanket. His fingers dig into your flesh, and his breath turns ragged, each exhale a growl of dominance as he slams himself to the hilt over and over again, stretching you around his thick girth until all you can do is cling to him and endure. Finally, with a deep, shuddering groan, he ejaculates inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his seed. He keeps you locked in place, buried deep, making sure every last drop is planted deep before he finally stills.\r\n\r\n[say:Know what you are,] he murmurs, possessive and satisfied. [say:You will [b:crave] this again, your body exists to be used.] With those parting words, he releases you, a rush of cold water filling the void and robbing you of any comfort. Whether to feel exhilarated by such domination or ashamed, you can't say, but physically, you can't deny that it felt incredible. The intensity fades and you find yourself drifting into slumber.\r\n\r\nYou awake many hours later, somewhat recovered. Casting your gaze across the bed of the oasis, you see that your belongings are still all there. At least you are free of the cursed garment now, you figure, as you collect your things and breach the water. It's a long trek back to camp.\r\n\r\n\r\n\/\/\/Transformatives that fix gills are the same as fixing any other gills.\r\n"}