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46505 No. 46505 ID: c7b6c2

For those quests you hate, like the one with that guy and the vodka.
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No. 46506 ID: c7b6c2

Would anyone object to me doing more Hoviet Sero-style quests based around WW2? History's always been interesting to me, so I'd really enjoy doing them.
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No. 46508 ID: e2d21e

by anymeans do more!
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No. 46509 ID: 72d8c7

I would very much like to see more of your quest, especially about the invasion of France. Which nobody ever depicts.
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No. 46510 ID: 959a5b

I have really enjoyed Glorious soviet hero for saving ru... whatever it's called. I would only encourage more, especially if it still had all the same style of humour and whatnot.
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No. 46515 ID: da696f

I would definitely like to see a quest based of the sino-japanese war although im not so sure if it counts as a part of world war 2 since a lot of it was before the war.
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No. 46517 ID: c7b6c2

>>356309
France is totally on the list, though I was planning to do something with the French resistance instead of the invasion. I'll have to think about it. Maybe I can do both.

>>356315
I'm not all that familiar with the Sino-Japanese war (compared with, say, the eastern front and pacific war) but that shouldn't be too hard to do. I just gotta decide if it'll be from a Japanese or Chinese viewpoint.

Also, another question: How historically accurate do you guys want these quests to be? I was planning to include some crazy theoretical Nazi pseudoscience in Soviet Hero very soon, but I can adapt.

Oh, yeah, and I'm completely open to suggestions about who, what and when should be featured in these, like a Finnish perspective of the Winter War, ect.
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No. 46528 ID: da696f

>>356317
I certainly don't mind some Nazi Cyborg soldiers or Fascist Cult wizards wandering around, just keep it relatively light hearted.
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No. 46564 ID: 0d7a83

>>356317
>some crazy theoretical Nazi pseudoscience

I personally love Mad Science, especially Delicious Secret Nazi Mad Science.
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No. 46571 ID: 9c7c3b
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46571

Favicon. That's a thing I can do, right?

>>356328
>just keep it relatively light hearted.
Of course. I'm not going to have fullon torturing-twins-to-see-if-the-other-reacts. Yet.

Also, I seem to be rolling crit failures on everything quest-related. I'm gonna deliberately take a day off soon. My first day off since starting my first terrible quest in September, not counting the time I was a victim of circumstance that one weekend.
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No. 46572 ID: b6edd6

>>356371
You mean the one with the mechanical bird? I like both of the quests.
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No. 46575 ID: 9c7c3b

>>356372
Yup, that one. I liked it too, and I'm brimming with ideas for it, but I need to be able to draw MUCH better before any of them can be realized. It's on hold until such time.
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No. 46580 ID: 72d8c7

Wait wait wait. Would you do a quest on the spanish civil war, and the international brigade volunteers? You could have a squad of ex-IRA and ex-British army stuck together.
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No. 46591 ID: 9c7c3b

>>356380
I might be able to. I'll have to read up on it first, though. That DOES sound like an interesting premise.
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No. 46605 ID: 2dff97
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46605

I just wish I had posted this pic in time.
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No. 46606 ID: 2dff97

>>356375

no you don't. by the time you can draw well, you probably won't have the time to do quests.
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No. 46612 ID: b502e2

>>356406
it depends of he'? ability to improve
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No. 46642 ID: 9c7c3b

So, yeah, my day off will probably be today. Depends on how I feel after I get back from my errands.

>>356405
This is pretty much exactly what I would have done if I didn't think that ripping a man's moustache off of his bloodied face and placing it on your own was funnier. Gotta love DrMcN.

>>356406
That may be true but I'm still not all that confident with myself. I might restart it after Soviet Hero if there's really a demand for it.
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No. 46695 ID: 9c7c3b

Here's some stuff on Die Glocke, for those few of you who might be curious. it was probably a real thing that the Nazis might have failed at doing. I'm also incredibly overstating it's capabilities in the quest.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Die_Glocke
http://discaircraft.greyfalcon.us/DIE%20GLOCKE.htm
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No. 46699 ID: c71597

>>356495
Will you ever make use of the Japanese Death Ray project? Saw it mentioned in a documentary on youtube that they actually got a microwave cannon working. It was extremely short range, hade a silly huge power demand and was useless beyond a few metres, but if your strapped someone down right in front of it then they would damn well die.

Could be neat to include it. Or the Goliath: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goliath_tracked_mine remote controlled bombing goodness.
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No. 46701 ID: c71597

>>356499
Crap, the goliath link just lead me into another awesome thing. Teletanks, robotic tanks controlled by radiowaves used by the Soviet army. That's just freaking awesome!
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No. 46703 ID: 9c7c3b

>>356499
That goliath thing is awesome! And If I can write in a situation to use it, I'll definitely use the Japanese microwave gun. Maybe as an interrogation tool on some Allied scum.

>>356501
I read it too, and I agree!
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No. 46732 ID: c71597

Found a youtube clip about the deathray: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1NLbFtDNkU

Seems like it's from a history channel documentary, should be sort of reliable.
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No. 46733 ID: b6edd6

>>356532
Isn't that the same history channel that is these days talking about UFOs and ancient astronauts? (Both of which would make entertaining quest material, but aren't what I would call reliable.)
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No. 46736 ID: c71597

>>356533
Can't say, don't get history channel here. Or well it's possible that I could, but I don't have a TV so even if I could get it I can't watch it.

Anyway, it's a neat thing. I mean freaking death rays! Who doesn't want their ultimate Nazi doom machine to come with ineffective death rays?
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No. 46751 ID: 9c7c3b
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46751

This is how I saw the suggesters in the latest few updates. I was planning to have Herr Frankfurter just shoot all of you guys when bad ideas cropped up, but I thought that him being so gullible would be funnier.

>>356533
Damn it, now I'm going to have to make a quest about ancient spacefaring Russian aliens in UFOs.
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No. 46755 ID: b6edd6

>>356551
Nobody expects Attila the Space-Hun.
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No. 46757 ID: c71597

>>356551
But it's the only way he will ever be safe.
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No. 46920 ID: 9c7c3b
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46920

So I accidentally made Sero even more derp than usual when I first tried his face on today's update.
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No. 46922 ID: c0bb4e

Makes it look like he's wearing war paint.
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No. 46930 ID: 9c7c3b
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46930

>>356722
You made me do this.

>German Nazi pigs may be taking our lives, but will never take vodka!
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No. 46993 ID: ddf353

>>356730

war paint on your teeth? that's badass.
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No. 47465 ID: 9c7c3b

Oh my god guys, I am so sorry about skipping out on updates lately. I've been incredibly busy these last few days. I'll spare you the details.

I'll get back into the regular updating schedule of once-a-day by tomorrow at the latest Soviet Hero's first chapter is set to conclude in the next two weeks or so, at which point I mightl take a few days off. I'll also start a vote here on what I'll work on next.

Thank you, everyone who reads my little labor of love. And as always, comments and criticisms are appreciated.
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No. 47473 ID: c2c011

>>357265
It's cool. Not like you're getting paid or anything for this, and the christmas season is coming up.

Anyway, everyones eyes seems to have moved further and further away from each other. Was this planned or did it just happen?
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No. 47475 ID: 9c7c3b

Nope, that's just my complete inability to repeatedly draw something in a consistent fashion showing through.
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No. 47724 ID: 9c7c3b
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47724

So, I suppose that concludes the first thread of Soviet Hero. I sincerely apologize if it seems rushed at all. I kind of wanted to finish this as soon as possible so I don't have little thoughts of "oh man gotta do SH gotta draw it man" all the time.

So, like I said, I'm putting my next project to a vote. Your choices are as listed.

Soviet Hero[b]: A young Russian soldier in the Red Army has joined a strike team with the purpose of wrecking some Nazi shit. Their mission is often bogged down by their own moronic actions, vain infighting, and a complete lack of meaningful teamwork or planning.

[b]Clockwork Bird
: You are a small metal bird made out of some dubiously magical machinery. Darren is some sort of draconian thing who is fed up with the state of the world around him and has vowed to change it. Or get away from it, whatever. He's accompanied by Widde, a magic user, and Rote, a shapeshifting bandit who has a terrific propensity for killing people. She's kept on a short leash.

Something Else: I've got about a billion quest ideas constantly bouncing around in my head. If the above choices don't satisfy you, I'd be happy to elaborate on a few of the more planned-out ideas that I have.


Voting will probably last until my new tablet arrives in the mail, give or take a day for troubleshooting/figuring it out and getting used to it. Again, thank you so much for reading. Comments and criticisms are always appreciated.
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No. 47725 ID: 85d876

>>357524
SOVIET HERO
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No. 47726 ID: 6ba415

Soviet Hero.
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No. 47727 ID: 1854db

MY HEART IS RED!
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No. 47730 ID: c2c011

>>357524
The Soviet Union needs a Hero!
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No. 47731 ID: 6af537

The Soviet Hero would know this phrase:

Огласите весь список, пожалуйста!

(Actually, he wouldn't, it's from a movie that came out way later. Oh well.)

It translates as: Announce the full list, please!

Meaning, I'd like to hear more about those ideas of yours before voting.
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No. 47736 ID: cf49fc

Hoviet Sero!
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No. 47742 ID: 9c7c3b
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47742

Holy shit I just noticed how bad I fucked up on the bolding. Goddamnit.

>>357531
Sure thing. Here's two that are pretty much ready to go out the door right now.

1: A being of pure energy with godly powers travels the universe to meddle in the affairs of sentient beings on distant planets. Will probably be called "Godlike". The only problem facing this one is the lack of an overarching goal to achieve.

2: Based on a rather existentially frightening dream I once had a few years ago. A guy wakes in the morning to find that the state of the world has changed overnight. I'd give more details but I'd rather not spoil some surprises I've got planned. I don't have a name for it yet. I'll probably end up doing this one anyway somewhere down the line.

I've also got a one-shot planned out that involves the untimely death of a prostitute. Take your pick. Honestly, I'd rather work on continuing the first two before leaping off into ANOTHER poorly thought out quest, but I wouldn't mind too much.
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No. 47743 ID: 0d7a83

>>357542
I think Glorious Champion Of Hammer And Sickle has won for now, but I do like the second idea, partly because I like anything that's mind-fucky, and also because I've had that dream to bro.
I've had that dream.
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No. 47746 ID: c891d3

I'd really love to see more Clockwork Bird at some point.
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No. 47755 ID: eb83a6

>>357542
>the state of the world has changed overnight
The story of my life. Things change all the time. I'd love to see that as a quest.

Although yeah, the Soviet Hero seems to be winning, and I don't find it bad in any way. And the Clockwork Bird... Hm. That was interesting too especially when nobody tried to turn the bird into a pickaxe.

Meh, I dunno. Do what you want the most, I guess.
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No. 47786 ID: 9c7c3b

So my tablet just came in, and it seems that the winner is the Hoviet Sero. So, unless there's suddenly an incredible uproar for one of the other choices, the next thread should come no later that tomorrow night. I still have to figure out how this thing operates, and transfer over some files to a new computer, but that shouldn't take long.

Also, I just want to thank everyone that reads what I create. Seriously, you guys make me feel like a million bucks.

>>357546
>>357555
Well, the way I've got it planned, I'm going to finish SH first, THEN move on to the Clockwork Bird. It'll come eventually. Don't worry, the day I abandon a quest is the day I die.
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No. 47787 ID: 9c7c3b

>>357586
Err, this is me.
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No. 47822 ID: 9c7c3b

>>/quest/376337
It's here!

I have to say, it's pretty hard to get used to using this tablet. As far as I can tell, the art quality's (of what little was there originally) taken a hit, so if it's bothering anyone, I can go back to my old method.
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No. 48312 ID: 9c7c3b
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48312

Sero is secretly a satanist.
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No. 48313 ID: 9c7c3b

So, uh... No promises, but I've been playing around with Flash lately, and as such there MIGHT be an animated update of Soviet Hero sometime in the future. It could possibly be great. I'm planning to have it SOMEWHAT voice acted as well. So who would like to voice Sero?
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No. 48319 ID: f1518a

>>358113

Sounds pretty rad. Bitches love flash updates. Uh, I haven't actually got around to reading any of Soviet Hero chapter 2 -yet- but that's only because I am really a lazy person! I really enjoyed part one, so I thought it was worth commending you on. Thumbs up!
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No. 48326 ID: 1b0f2f
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48326

>>358112

I hate to correct such a magnificent work, but...
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No. 48328 ID: a9ba96

>>358112

>"I may be a communist..." Sero paused angrily. "BUT I AM ALSO A SATANIST!"
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No. 48369 ID: d292f2

>>358126
I think Sero is just not very good at being a Satanist.
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No. 48385 ID: 9c7c3b

>>358126
Oh gosh, I knew I'd messed up something.

>>358169
He'd probably get drunk and pass out on the summoning circle, messing up the incantation.
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No. 48386 ID: 9c7c3b

>>358119
Almost forgot you!

Thanks. I'm glad that SOMEONE likes it!
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No. 48442 ID: 9c7c3b
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48442

>Time for a crossover.
>Wilson: Activate


Wow, that's a lot of pouches, eh. And blood.
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No. 48446 ID: 7334d6

>>358242

Hahaha, that's awesome. Keep him away from Sero!
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No. 48517 ID: 9c7c3b
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48517

>>358246
Thanks!

So, hey guys. When I did the designs for Sero, I always intended for him to have some sort of headgear on at all times. Obviously, this was not a good idea. I hadn't figured that some really good plans (>>/quest/379399 specifically) required the removal of the ever-present ushanka, and as such, Sero has absolutely nothing under it.

So this is why I'm doing this paper doll thing! For his head! I know it's kind of boring but I can't design hair to save my life I value the input of my readers!

And again, thanks for reading. Comments and criticisms are always welcome.
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No. 48527 ID: 6429b8
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48527

>>358317
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No. 48529 ID: 3bf509
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48529

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No. 48530 ID: 16a987

>>358329
seconded!
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No. 48539 ID: 037a58
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48539

This single lock of hair has been past down the Sero family line for generations!
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No. 48544 ID: cf49fc
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48544

How bout this?

Also, someone do the inevitable Steve shirt.
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No. 48545 ID: 2bdab6

>>358339
Oh Lawd
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No. 48557 ID: c7dd5c
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48557

>>358329

That's the idea!
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No. 48564 ID: 9c7c3b
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48564

>>/quest/381391
>undead Michael Giacchino

>>358327
>>358329
>>358339
>>358344
My sides!
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No. 48590 ID: 066039

>>358339
this!
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No. 49511 ID: ed57e8

so, how bout that quest with the dragon...
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No. 49515 ID: 0d7a83
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49515

WELP.
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No. 49517 ID: 9c7c3b

Haha, sorry if this is offending anyone.

This quest was totally unplanned and partially based off of a /tg/ thread so don't expect quality or anything. It's going to be pretty short i hope and mostly for practice, not only including art but rapid character personality changes, dialogue, and updating as fast as I can push myself to. Oh yeah and I'm also seeing how hard it is to run multiple quests at the same time.

So, um, yeah, thanks for tolerating it.
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No. 49518 ID: 74e474

/quest/ needs more rape. It should be one of those month-long days we are wont to do.
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No. 49519 ID: 210977

>>359318

>/quest/ needs more rape.

no it doesn't.
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No. 49521 ID: cf49fc

>>359319
Eh. I'm too burned out on the suffering of sentient beings to care more than a little. All I can say is maybe an "IT WAS ALL JUST A HORRIBLE, PROPHETIC NIGHTMARE" twist would not go unthanked-for.
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No. 49522 ID: 5c8475

I think it's ballsy and interesting, but yeah, you're pretty much definitely gonna get someone go "THAT'S TOTALLY NOT HOW A RAPE VICTIM IS LIKE I KNOW BECAUSE I AM/KNOW ONE AND YOU'RE A DISRESPECTFUL ASSHOLE FOR GETTING IT WRONG"

inb4 that, by the way.
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No. 49523 ID: 14a1d0
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49523

...
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No. 49524 ID: 0d7a83

>>359323
You won't be pulling that face when rape-knight comes looking for you.
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No. 49525 ID: e2430b

Well I'm just going to say that I'm enjoying the quest thus far.
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No. 49527 ID: 7fd86a

>>359324

Is he really called The Rape Knight? does he just go around raping random people/creatures for shits n giggles? he sure sounds like a fun character to play...
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No. 49530 ID: 40cb26

>>359317
>partially based off of a /tg/ thread
What the HELL was in that thread?
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No. 49531 ID: 049dfa

>>359330

It was probably a johniass dragonraper thread.

In which case it started with some semi-amusingly cheesy bad fapfiction and then was full of increasingly shitty derivative fapfiction.
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No. 49533 ID: 9c7c3b

>>359321
I never really liked that kind of twist, so don't hold your breath :>

>>359322
Thanks, and yeah. This is the fucking internet so they're just going to have to deal with it.

>>359323
ಠ_ಠ

>>359324
Well now I am going to have to call him the Rape Knight.

>>359325
Thanks!

>>359327
Sure, it'd be fun, but then you'd be that guy.

>>359330
/tg/ discussed how to deal with a theoretical player that initiated a rape on a defeated enemy. One person put forth the possibility that the defeated foe was a dragon, leading to two general conclusions; 1: Let it happen out of morbid curiosity or 2: have the dragon roll an attack of opportunity. I felt an overwhelming urge to synthesize it into quest format and now I completely regret the events of the last two days.
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No. 49535 ID: 7fd86a

>I completely regret the events of the last two days.

You should
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No. 49537 ID: 953355

>>359322
Why in the world do you assume that is going to happen.
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No. 49541 ID: 74e474

Only reason I could see to regret this would be if the quest was bad, which it isn't. It's adorably tragic (seriously those dragons are adorable). Plus it's not often we're present during the tragedy, we're usually the cleanup crew. Better emotional attachment.
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No. 49549 ID: 0d7a83

>>359333
>Well now I am going to have to call him the Rape Knight.

Just as planned
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No. 49573 ID: cf49fc
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49573

HOLY CRAP! I just realized who the Rape Knight is! Who the fuck is powerful enough to rape a dragon, teleport, knows enough about poisons to make one that could instantly and nonlethally incapacitate a dragon?

IT'S BHAAL! WE'RE IN THE TIME OF TROUBLES!

Who else but that black hearted assassin could be so cruel, powerful, knowledgeable and have such awful INTENT?! It all makes sense now!
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No. 49574 ID: 084054

>>359373
Dear lord, you're right. We're gonna need more than hip checks.
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No. 49575 ID: 5c8475

well butter my butt and call me a biscuit.
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No. 49576 ID: 9c7c3b

>>359373
Haha oh gosh
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No. 49577 ID: bdb3f8

>>359374
Don't even JOKE about that! Of course hip checks will work. This only happened because the bastard threw that knife before she could hip check him.
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No. 49579 ID: cf49fc

>>359377
You fool, we cannot merely hipcheck him! We would need TWO AT ONCE to merely injure him, and he could simply teleport away, or throw more of those bloody daggers. Then he'd have TWO incapacitated dragons, and no one wants that.

I suggest we get an order of Paladins to help us out. Sure we ravage the countryside all the time, but they'd probably make an exception to help us to rid the world of that raping lunatic.
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No. 49580 ID: 084054

What if he IS a Paladin, and acts as a heretical sect of Rape-a-dins (Dong Man style)
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No. 49581 ID: cf49fc

>>359380
He didn't say, "SMITE INNOCENCE", so I somewhat doubt that. Also, if there were an order of Rapeadins, I'm pretty sure all the paladins in all the planes would be trying to punch their way onto this one to kill everything ever.
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No. 49583 ID: a0393a

http://tgchan.org/kusaba/draw/res/385.html#i8371
GUYS I FOUND HIM.
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No. 49588 ID: 5c8475

>>359383

that thread is just plain weird. I mean, a Tozol wearing a dress? what?
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No. 49591 ID: 39c1fb

>>359388
Kyahaha! BiteQuest's art thread. I wish authors did more 34 like his. Funny how the image I needed wasn't done by him.
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No. 49599 ID: 4f5779

All the more recent shit is just in my FA because honestly it was all going there anyway and I had to like, sort everything or people acted like babies.
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No. 49600 ID: 39c1fb

Huh. I think I'm following you on FA, I just follow way too many people. TIME TO CLEAN OUT MY STALKER LIST WOO. But yeah, keep it up, Bite. Love your stuff!
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No. 49626 ID: 0fe4d4

>>359400
That is markedly different than the OH GOD WHY I normally get.

Thanks :V
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No. 49874 ID: 9c7c3b
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49874

Trout: Haha what do you mean? Like he wouldn't be the kind of person to pop awkward boners?
Trout: Because everyone pops awkward boners.
MobileHat: Kyahaha! I meant the art style but that went somewhere hilarious
Trout: You sayin' I can't draw dragon dicks? -_O
MobileHat: Trout: Draw awkward dragon boner, post with chat log
Trout: Well shit now I'm kind of obligated to now
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No. 49914 ID: 6f108b

>>359674
WHY IS HIS PENIS COMING OUT OF HIS LEGG?! I was carefully inspecting your image for scientific purposes and noticed this. Please help me, I am very confused.
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No. 49916 ID: 12c19f

>>359714
If we're going to over-examine lizard wieners, it also has a glans and what looks like herpes.
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No. 49917 ID: 533ab8

I did some research and found out that Boaga is holding a stalactite under his leg to make it look like he has a boner, as is a common seduction technique among his species.
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No. 49918 ID: e1fb71

if dragon dicks were comparabale to those of lizards, he's have two of 'em anyways.
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No. 49923 ID: 9c7c3b

Sorry guys, I don't really have much experience in drawing dragon penises. It should be a point of shame for me but, uh, it really isn't. At all.
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No. 49924 ID: dba089

>>359674
This isn't anything like my dragon dildos. Redo it, anatomically correct this time.
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No. 49931 ID: c6ec33

Out of curiosity, were the spikes/spines on the dragon protagonists forgotten about, or removed on purpose to simplify the character designs? :V
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No. 49940 ID: 9c7c3b

>>359731
Nope, it's just simple forgetfulness. I rage so hard every time I realize I've missed them.
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>>359716
Of course we're going to. That is what tgchan is for isn't it?
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<BritishHat_> Have it be Bo daydreaming about the scary rapeknight
<starburst98> or daydreaming about grenne in a sexy out, for some reasn
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<Trout> Okay so I kind of combined all of those ideas into an update that I feel is the crowning moment of my questing career
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No. 50054 ID: 9c7c3b

>>359836
I think it's worth noting that this was drawn on a phone.
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Trout in action.
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No. 50139 ID: 0d7a83

>>359929
Magnificent.
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No. 50482 ID: a43a6c

Aw jeez, this is kinda hard to explain. So BritishHat, the slimy Canadian bastard, somehow roped me into taking an hour or so each night to traumatize myself by writing GODAWFUL SMUT of the characters in my dragon quest thing. I take suggestions on characters, viewpoints, actions, ect. and then use some canadian coin I have to choose between them. I usually end the night gently sobbing to myself, trying not to think of how much of an empty shell of a person I've become.

So, uh, if you want in on this GODAWFUL SMUT, the Smut Hour takes place in #tgchan every day at 11 o'clock Pacific Standard Time, so be sure to watch your clocks if you don't want to miss out on Trout ruining his own life with the power of terrible pornographic writing.

I've written two so far, and I'll post them here. Beware of the huge blocks of spoiler text below.
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No. 50483 ID: a43a6c

"Grennie, a-are you sure about this?" Boaga asked, laying on his back in front of me, legs curled in the air. "Of course I am," I replied. He had been... well, interested in me since we had met, and I admit that there was something in him that appealed to me as well.

I had learned of his feelings on the way back from an unpleasant issue I had to deal with. That night we had talked about our feelings, and tonight, back home, we were about to become something more than just good friends.

"I... I love you, Grennie." Bo cooed, as I laid down in front of his prone figure. He was slowly becoming erect, his member slipping out of it's sheath, almost dripping with excitement.

"I've n-never done this before..." Boaga admitted, sighing. "It's okay, Bo. There are a few... things... I can show you," I replied, bringing my snout next to his shaft. "Please--" was all Boaga was able to say before being jolted with pleasure as I dragged my tongue upwards along his now erect penis.

He took a gasping breath as I reached the head and took it into my mouth, gently teasing the very tip with my tongue. He was leaning back now, his head rolling with ecstasy. I began to work my way down his length.

Boaga was starting to become flushed and began to make quiet moans. It was his first time, yes, but surely he couldn't come yet. He hadn't pleasured me, and at this rate the poor guy wouldn't get a chance to really experience what it could be like. I had reached the base of his shaft now, and began to work my way back up, faster now, then down again, caressing the underside of his member with my tongue all the way.

Supporting myself on his thigh, I gripped the base of his shaft as best as I could with my claws. Boaga was looking at me now, with a look of love, respect, and-- yes, even a bit of fear in his eyes. I was in a rhythm now, up and down, up and down, going faster with each pass. Soon he was panting, seemingly out of breath, almost writhing in pleasure.

"Gr-Grennie, I'm-- I f-feel-- I--" he stuttered, before suddenly involuntarily thrusting upwards, letting out a half-plan, half-scream. I felt a hot, sticky liquid coat the inside of my moth and the back of my throat one-- two-- three times. Giving one final thrust, Boaga went limp, gasping for air, his tongue rolling out of his mouth as I licked him clean. I let his spent member gently fall out of my mouth and moved myself next to him. I waited until he caught his breath to lick his face and whisper, "Your turn, Bo."

Outside, perched above the opening of the cave, Dilupune giggled to herself. She knew they would get together EVENTUALLY. But she couldn't help but feel just a little bit jealous. Boaga was cute, and by the sound of things, Gren really knew how to work her tongue. Oh well, she thought. Maybe she could get one of them alone later.


Trout: ~end~
Trout: Also I am so sorry about all of this this is probably the worst thing thing I've ever done
Trout: I am going to go lie down and think about my life for a bit
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No. 50484 ID: a43a6c

It was just after sundown, during that time when the sun lights the edge of the sky with orange and red. I was laying at the mouth of my cave, watching the sunset, about to sleep, when I noticed someone lumbering up the path to my home.

I turned to face them, and saw that it was my friend Grennie, whom I had known for years now. And I knew her well enough to know that she doesn't just drop by to visit. "Oh, uh-- Hi, Grennie!" I called, to her. "Hello, Boaga," she replied.

"Why are you all the way up here?" I asked her. She wordlessly walked toward me, eventually stopping just to the side of me. She had a... look in her eye that I could't explain. "G-Grennie...?" I said, not understanding her intentions. After a long, uncomfortable while, she finally broke the silence. "Boaga, you are going to do something for me."

"I-- uh, w-what, Gren?" I asked. She answered with a shove to my shoulder, rolling me onto my back. Before I could react, he jumped on top of me, panting in my face, her tail swinging from side to side. I tried to squirm out from under her, but she stopped me by digging her long claws into my chest. I... I hate to admit it, but by that point I was a little, uh... excited...

She looked down, saw what was happening , then looked up me a huge, menacing grin. As if she knew that would happen. The reality of the situation had hit me, I began trying to push her off of me, but our size difference wouldn't allow it. She responded to my escape attempt by pressing down on me with her body.

"Help!" I screamed. "P-please, someone help--!" She cut my cries short with a bite to my neck, hard enough to draw blood. I tried to rasp out an apology as she got up and dragged me deeper inside the cave, away from the dimming sunlight. She laid herself on top of me again, nearly crushing me. I tried futilely to claw at her, to do something at all to make her stop, but she pressed my forelegs down, almost snapping them.

As soon as I stopped trying to make noises, she let go of my neck and leaned back, licking blood from her teeth. It was then I felt it; a wet, slippery softness, sliding down my, uh... my member. She shuddered and let out a hiss. I admit, it f-felt nice, but... this wasn't something that I wanted to happen to me!

She began to move her hips up and down, grinding against mine. I tried to look away, to ignore what she was doing to me. Eventually, I felt a pressure within me, a feeling that I hadn't felt before. With an involuntary spasm, there was a sensation of sudden release in my parts. Grennie had noticed this, and slowed her tempo to a stop with hints of comfusion on her face.

She began to move her hips up and down, grinding against mine. I tried to look away, to ignore what she was doing to me. Eventually, I felt a pressure within me, a feeling that I hadn't felt before. With an involuntary spasm, there was a sensation of sudden release in my parts. Grennie had noticed this, and slowed her tempo to a stop with hints of comfusion on her face.

She began to bounce on me again, baring her teeth in frustration. I weakly pawed at her withy my free arm to no effect. The barely pleasurable sensation I had was replaced by pain as I was began to be rubbed raw inside of her. This continued for a few minutes more, with her periodically plunging her claws into my flesh as her anger mounted, until finally the sensation came again and I was laid limp out of shock and exhaustion, sobbing to myself.

With a frustrated yell, she lifted herself off of my limp body and began to pace back and forth. After a while she stopped, then turned and brought her moist area to my face. I laid there, not understanding, and only got the message when she pressed it to my face.

I did all that I could at that point. Ignoring the taste as best as I could, I stuck my tongue inside, moving it from side to side and darting it in and out. I didn't care about the taste or the smell, or how she was almost crushing my face. I just wanted the nightmare to be over. After a series of forceful thrusts, he faltered and her legs almost gave out, nearly smashing my face against the ground.

She regained her stabilty, and after a second to regain her composure, she wordlessly began to leave, carelessly swatting my head with the end of her tail. Not even looking back, she turned toward the path and like that, she was gone. I was left alone, lying in a shallow puddle of blood and fluids, weak and hurt, both physically and mentally, my trust violated by my only friend.


Trout: ~end~
IdiomAlpha: FUN TIIIIMES
Trout: ooooohhhhkkkaaayyyyyy that was probably the worst
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I... I popped a boner.

I wish I was kidding.
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No. 50512 ID: c6ec33

>>360283
... Why does the beginning sound suspiciously like a description of my fanart? D:

OH WELL

At least it's hot. :<

>>360284
Oh man, you added a Bite layer. D:

Overall, these are pretty hilarious. C:
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No. 50513 ID: 1af8b8

I'M SORRY ;_;

"I-- I'm sorry, but that's all we know," the woman told me. "We saw a guy that looked like who you're looking for. We didn't stop to talk to him or anything, I'm telling you." I brought my snout close to hers. "I know you're hiding something. I can tell. I'm not letting you leave until you tell me." 

"Grennie..." Boaga whimpered from behind me. "I really don't think they know anything else." I turned to look at him. "Quit whining, Bo. I can FEEL that there's something they're not telling me." Boaga opened his mouth as if to say something, but decided against it and looked down the road, away from me. I turned my attention back toward the two people sitting in front of me. 

 I stared at them for a few moments, pondering my options. At long last, an idea came to me. "Take off your clothes," I commanded. "W-what?! B-but--" they both stuttered. I silenced their confusion with a stomp of my foot. "NOW!" I yelled. Now frightened, they struggled to remove their garments. The female unwound her neck wrap as the male fumbled with his shirt in his fear. 

Soon they were standing nude in front of me, each trying to hide their shame, shivering in the cold air. I turned my head toward the male. "Now lie down." I told him. "N-no!" he yelled back at me. I voiced my displeasure through force, knocking him to the ground with a swipe of my leg. The female, shocked, dropped to her knees beside him. This was perfect. 

Turning my attention now to the female, I said only three words to her: "Get him hard." she looked at me with confused and fearful eyes, then glanced down to the prone form of the male, then back to me. The male had regained his senses and was looking into the sky, mouthing "I'm so sorry" over and over again.

Once he was hard, the female released her grip and leaned back, fearing what would come next. To me, this had long ago stopped being a method of gaining information and was now a matter of... Personal interest. Eagerly awaiting the results, I hissed out a command: "Now fuck each other!"

"I-- I--" the female stammered. I gave her a menacing grin and a flick of the tongue. Thoroughly frightened now, the female began to quietly sob as she positioned herself over the male, who had started staring at her in silent despair. She lowered herself onto the head with a small, distressed moan. Closing her eyes to hold back tears, she slid down his length and rested in his lap. 

The male, still staring, let out an almost inaudible grunt and then shut his eyes tight, starting his stream of silent apologies again. The female laid her hands on his chest for support, her tears dripping down onto his skin, as she began to slowly let her hips rise and fall, choking back involuntary moans all the while. Soon the pair was visibly flushed, as the female gradually increased her tempo. 

The male, who had kept his arms at his sides, now let one hand rest on the female's thigh. He grit his teeth as the female moved as fast as she could, nearly bouncing up and down on him. After a few moments the female shuddered and threw her head back, letting out a sharp cry as tears streamed down the sides of her face. She faltered and let herself slide once more down to the male's lap. Just a second later the male jolted and shoved the female's hips down on his own with a heavy exhale.

He fell limp, staring off into the sky again as the female quietly cried into his chest. They laid there, covered in their own fluids. I was satisfied with their... preformance. With Boaga nowhere to be seen- probably long gone by now- I got up and turned to leave and left the pair lying together on the side of the road. 


~end~
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No. 50515 ID: 88e5ad

what's with Grennie and rape, anyway?
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No. 50516 ID: 88e5ad

...actually, forget I said anything.
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No. 50517 ID: 3e6e68
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>>360316
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No. 50529 ID: 653f18

Well, I need to visit the market, because I appear to be out of bleach. Thanks for letting me know before it became truly vital, Trout.
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>>360283

How the heck do you end up in such a situation anyways?
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No. 50631 ID: 8313ad

Attention: this upcoming text has gratuitous amounts of cuddling. Please do not read if snuggling, cuddling, spooning, or any variation thereof offends you. Thank you.


Trout: S-she had kissed me. On the cheek, sure, b-but... she kissed me. She embraced me, pulling me close into her strong grasp, sharing our warmth. She was, uh, for the lack of a better term, spooning me. After what seemed like a blissful eternity she broke the kiss and laid her head down, closing her eyes. 

I was, uh, still pretty cold, though. I carefully loosened her grasp on me and gently turned over so we were facing each other. At any other time I would have been flustered and, uh... kind of aroused... but I was so tired, and she was so comfortable. I tucked my head in close to her chest and in response she pulled me even closer still, wrapping me in her legs. She was so warm.

We laid like this for a while, the cold becoming more tolerable as our combined body heat drove it away. Grennie was asleep by now, and I was close to it. I... I could get used to this, I thought. But my sleepy mind drifted back to the short conversation we had shared beforehand. She had called me the "best friend she could have". Was that what I was meant to be? A friend? Not something... more? I didn't know what to think of this. I WANTED something more. Grennie didn't. She was waiting for someone else. 

But, I had to admit, this was nice. It was nice just being in her arms. I knew how she felt of me, how she thought of me as her best friend and nothing more. Maybe someday I'd work up the courage to tell her how I felt, to lay my feelings for her bare and hope and pray that she felt the same way. Someday. But right then, wrapped in her tight embrace, I felt... perfectly... content...


~end~
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No. 50681 ID: 9af967

Guest poster, because Trout didn't feel like being homosexual any longer than he had to.

I, uh. I always liked Gren. As a friend, sure, but there was always something else there. Some sort of attraction. It was late one night and we were sharing a deer I had caught as a thunderstorm raged outside. Over the last few weeks, I had, uh... really become, well... attracted to Gren. And tonight, I had finally worked up the courage to lay my feelings out plain.

"Gren..." I started. She turned her head toward me, cocked to the side. "I... I think I like you, Gren. As m-more than a friend." She opened her mouth to say something, but paused. "I-I think I'm in l-love with you, Gren." I managed to stammer out. With a concerned expression on her face, Gren said "Bo... You know I'm a guy, right?"

"O-oh," I stammered.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, Bo. It's fine." She-- oh, uh, He said to me. I blushed hard and turned away from him. It was, uh, quite a shock to me. I had no idea! "I feel the same way, Bo." He whispered to me. I wasn't sure what to think, and I was getting up to stumble outside when he said, "If... If you don't belive me, I can show you. "

I paused. I slowly turned my head around and saw that he, uh... h-he had propped himself on his side and was, uh... displaying himself to me. I froze, and couldn't tear my eyes away. A gentle smile spread across his face. "Well, you're interested," he said. I felt a stiffening between my rear legs-- h-he was right.

With his foreleg, he beckoned me over and I obliged. Standing up, he locked lips with me, caressing my neck with his claws. Breaking the kiss, he gently guided me to the ground.

I-- this was completely new to me. I had thought of, uh, doing it with Gren before, but now that I knew what he really was, I had no idea how to proceed. "Gren... w-what are we going to do?" I quietly asked. Looking me in the eyes, he said, "It's still the same, Bo. You'll still be inside me." I failed to choke out a reply.

Gren positioned himself on the ground next to me. He gently took my length in his claws, easily reaching it due to our size difference, and began stroking me while staring deep into my eyes. I had curled my forelegs against my chest and remained completely still, completely flushed, a small noise escaping my throat whenever his teasing got particularly nice.

After a few full strokes, he slid closer to me so that we were chest to chest. He softly guided my tip to the warm slit at the base of his shaft and smoothly exhaled as he pushed our hips together, taking me into him. I yelped with the pleasure of the soft slickness surrounding me. Together we began to move, slowly at first, but picking up the pace as we became comfortable. He grabbed my foreleg and brought it down to his member, where I began to stroke him as he had stroked me.

As we moved together, he laid his claws on the side of my head and kissed me deeply again, playing with the base of my horns. We held the kiss for minutes, sharing tongues. He finally unlocked our lips and laid his head so that our snouts were touching. We were both panting heavily, slick with sweat. Soon I felt a sensation of pressure within me, and biting my lip I gave one final thrust before a great sensation of pleasure overwhelmed me. Gren closed his eyes shut and arched his back, digging his claws into the back of my neck.

I felt a hot, sticky substance spray over my belly as he arched and let out a soft moan. Spent, I gently pulled out of Gren and went limp in his embrace. We laid like that for a while, breathing deeply as we held each other. With him I felt safer than I ever had before. And though I had recirved quite a shocking surprise, learning of Gren's unintentionally kept secret, I was happy. I was happy just to finally be with him.


~end~

With special apologies to Rand, who had terrible, terrible timing.
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No. 50685 ID: 52aaa5

Over the months of being on this website(Almost a year now), I've learned two things: Keep a bottle of brain bleach by you, and be prepared to use it.

I'm glad I've learned this rule.
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No. 50686 ID: 656309

>>360485
How does the brain bleach not erase the lesson?
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No. 50688 ID: a760e9

>>360486

the brain bleach never works. it only brings sweet distraction from the horrors in the form of pain.
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No. 50733 ID: 97b798

I'm going to change the polarity here and make a 180 degree turn from gay sex into lesbian sex. Despite not changing the characters at all. Boy, this thread sure is weird, huh?

It was storming ouside, with the occasional bolt of lightning streaking across the sky. I hated it. I hated storms, I hated rain, I hated the thunder and lightning. I laid deep in my cave, kept awake by the noise, watching the sky light up. It was a common practice for this time of year for me. I had almost reached sleep when I heard anguished shouting coming from outside, coming closer. I woke myself up and prepared for an intruder. When something finally appeared at the mouth of my cave, I almost set them ablaze. Thankfully I was able to stop myself after I saw it was a soaked and terrified-looking Boaga.

"G-Grennie! Please, you have to help me!" he shouted in my face. I backed off a few meters and asked, "What happened, Boaga?" Shaking and sobbing, he stepped forward. There was something different about him; some sort of physical difference that was difficult to place. His voice seemed a bit higher than I remembered it, as well. "T-there was this m-man and he found me and he did some w-weird blue swirly thing and I felt d-different and he kept me from moving a-and... he did things to me..." Shocked, I remained silent for a second before shuffling aside. "Bo, that's... I'm sorry, that must have been... wow." Boaga stumbled inside, shaking.

"Do you feel okay? Can I take a look at you?" I asked him, lighting a pile of tinder. He slumped down in a heap. "Y-yeah, sure..." In the light I saw that there WAS something different about him; he seemed a bit larger than I remembered him being, and there was something to his eyes that I couldn't place. he was also covered in scrapes. I cleaned them as best as I could, as he got flustered in that cute way he usually did whenever I got close to him.

"Boaga, could you turn over for me?" I asked. He slowly and wordlessly complied, staring off into space. I continued to examine him, doing what I could. Eventually I got down to the area between his rear legs. I almost stopped myself in embarrassment, but noticed something peculiar. He was missing the telltale signs of... male parts... With the cleft instead being puffy, blushed, and somewhat moist. "B-Bo... what happened?" I asked him. "I... I told you..." he said, weakly. I was hit with a sudden realization. "Bo..." I started. "W-what? Is something wrong?!" he asked, panicking. "Bo, I... I think you're a girl now. "

He looked at me. "Wha..." he choked, then his eyes widened as he realized what had happened to him. "The... the blue..." he went silent for a moment, then began to panic. "N-no! This isn't right! This shouldn't happen! I don't want to be-- no!" seeing that he was in danger of hurting himself, I leapt up to pin him down. "Bo! Calm down, it's okay! We can fix this!" I yelled. "No, it's not okay! What if I can't fix it?! What if I'm STUCK LIKE THIS?!" he screamed back at me, thrashing about to get out of my grip.

I lowered my weight onto him to stop his movements. We both let out a surprised gasp as our... parts rubbed against each other. Bo went silent and laid completely still. A few seconds later he whispered, "Th-that was... new...," staring at the ceiling. We both blushed with embarrassment and, I admit, the brief sting of pleasure we had experienced. I was a bit wet and I could tell that Boaga was even more so. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Bo looked up at me and asked, "C-could you do that again?"

I lowered my weight onto him to stop his movements. We both let out a surprised gasp as our... parts rubbed against each other. Bo went silent and laid completely still. A few seconds later he whispered, "Th-that was... new...," staring at the ceiling. We both blushed with embarrassment and, I admit, the brief sting of pleasure we had experienced. I was a bit wet and I could tell that Boaga was even more so. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Bo looked up at me and asked, "C-could you do that again?"

We were focused on each other now, panting and gasping, as we nearly rubbed each other raw. Boaga twitched and squirmed under me, keeping up her motions, clearly close to release. I wasn't too far off, either; I could feel the warmth welling up within me and the tingle in my limbs growing. Boaga let out a moaning yell with a long grind against me. I felt a hot fluid splash against me; this was all I needed to let the warmth within me to release. I hissed with the jolt of pleasure and forced myself against her, laying on top of her, until the wave of warmth subsided.

Breathless, we laid there for a while. Eventually, Boaga, looked back up to me. Taking a deep breath, she whispered, "That...that was... This isn't so bad I guess." I gave her a smile. "I could get used to you like this, that's for sure."


triple AAA+ writing I will take my Pulitzer now please and thank you
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No. 50734 ID: ef858c

I was super tired and wanted to show Trout that Bo Poncho smut was, indeed, possible.

Was written at the same time as the genderbending smut. Trout is an inspiration to us all.

I'm not exactly sure how we ended up in this situation, but I was walking down this never ending road with Boaga on my back in an attempt to block the pouring rain. It was hard to tell whether I would have preferred being wet over being weighted down by the weight of a whole other dragon. At least Bo was pretty small.

We had been going along like this for about an hour with the only issue my tiring legs. Something was starting to bother me, though. The feeling of something poking me in the back. Figuring it was little more than idle daydreaming, I did my best to ignore it. What was harder to ignore was that his arms around my neck were beginning to tighten, making the whole uncomfortable situation even more so.

The rain had made the both of us somewhat slick, and he had been holding onto my neck with his forelegs to stay on my back. Perhaps that was causing some sort of... reaction, but I focused on the road ahead. The warmth of another dragon made the rain more bearable, but I would much rather be back in my cave. The grip around my neck get even tighter, and I could feel Bo sliding backwards off my back when-

“Ahh!” I shouted involuntarily, feeling a very sudden and uncalled for intrusion. My knees shook at the shock, and Bo began to shake, digging in his claws, nearly drawing blood. I turned to look back at him, doing my best to keep my pace, and his eyes were shut tight, a blush upon his face. He seemed to be extremely embarrassed, as was I with this unintentional act underway. I did my best to do the same, and I kept walking regardless of the dragon stuck inside me.

It wasn't an altogether unpleasant feeling, possibly... arousing, and I could tell Bo felt the same, his attempts to pull himself back up replaced with those to keep him in place. The motions of my walking stimulating the both of us, I could feel a blush heavy on my face as well, my breath was getting hotter, and so was Bo's, warm on my neck.

We continued like this for a minute or two, my pace slowed to a drunken saunter as the feelings continued to build. The pressure on my neck returned once again, but in a repetitive pattern, and I could immediately tell why. As he had begun slipping out, he pulled on my neck to push himself back in, and he loosened and tightened his grip to create a sort of rhythm. At this point it was all I could do to stay standing, and he continued increasing in quickness. As I could feel him reaching climax, I wrapped my tail around him and pulled him in, my insides filling up as I too lost control of myself, collapsing to the ground. We added to the puddle we had fallen into, and I slumped my head to the ground, Bo resting his on my neck.

Neither of us said a word to each other, simply resting on the side of the road as a pile of content dragons. With the rain more intense than it was before, pounding all around me, it was then that I was the most glad I had him for a poncho.

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No. 50780 ID: 067a04

CHOO CHOO LET'S ALL RIDE THE SMUT TRAIN

~ Beginning ~

Dvoe sat quietly, back to a tree. His shovel lay at his side, worn from a long day of work. He was a quiet young man, called timid by many villagers and laughed at by just as many, but he worked just as hard as anybody else, and he was usually covered in sweat by this time every day. Today was no different. He ached. His clothing was damp with cool perspiration. Despite this, he wasn't home in bed, no, he had important business today. He had received a note. Dvoe never got notes.

Dvoe had never thought he was important enough for anyone to bother writing anything addressed to him. He had never done anything worth words, or at least he had never thought so. But he had been proven wrong today, and so he smiled a very happy smile. He felt important. Very important. He debated unfolding it in seconds like some wild barbarian, but instead he decided to savor the motion, moving with what he thought look liked an unearthly grace, but actually looked more like somebody with a mental disorder.

It took a few seconds for him to realize he had finished opening the note. He looked down at it with his heart beating rapidly. These are the words he read:

Dear Dvoe,

i think i
like you
alot and i
was wondering

WHUMP.

Dvoe had not finished reading the note when he felt himself on the ground. And not in a comfortable way, no sir. NOPE

Dvoe looked up into the eyes of a gigantic dragon.

"AOUGH-- AAAAAH! AAAAH!"

"Shut up." said the dragon.

"aaaaaaaaa" said the human.

"Boaga, read what he had."

"o-oh my god t-there's two of them!" mumbled Dvoe

"Quiet." said the dragon on top of him.

"I... I don't understand any of this, Grennie. I can't read their language." said the dragon he couldn't see, but imagined was terrifying beyond words.
The dragon shot a spout of flame out of its mouth, incinerating Dvoe's favorite hat. "AAAH! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY OKAY I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT!" said Dvoe, bravely.

"Hmph. You humans are wimps when you don't have control." The dragon on top of him said, tilting its head. "I bet you're not so rough, either. Not like.. Hmph."

"DOOOOON'T KILLLL MEEEEEE!" screeched Dvoe, though the dragon on top of him muffled the 'me' into a 'mumph'.


"Scream like that again, and I will. Slowly. With great prejudice." the dragon hissed. "Now. I am Lord Grentonis, and I want some answers."

"Whatever you want, sir!"

"I am not a sir. Do not refer to me as 'sir'." the dragon said, annoyed.

"Sorry, ma'am." Dvoe whispered.

"P-please hurry, Gren!" the other dragon whispered.

"G-Gren? Is that your name?" Dvoe whispered.

"It is.. You may refer to me as Gren. For this conversation only."

"O-okay, Gren." Dvoe said. Gren snorted smoke out of her nostrils and backed off of him.

"Run, and Boaga will rip you to pieces."

"I will?"

"Yes, Bo."

"So what do you want from me?" Dvoe said, a little more confident now that his demise seemed less imminent. He pulled himself up carefully, checking to make sure nothing had been destroyed.

"First.. Hm." Gren tilted her head again, looking at Dvoe. Dvoe wasn't an expert on dragon expressions, but he was a bit scared that she was gauging his deliciousness. His confidence imploded, and his legs started to shake.

"You look like stupid like that, human. Stop it." Gren said. Dvoe's legs became bricks.

"What's your name?" Gren asked.

"Dvoe."

"That's a stupid name."

"Stop calling me stupid!" Dvoe yelled. He tightened up. It had just seemed to burst out of him. All those years of being made fun of for his timidness had manifested in a burst of emotion. He closed his eyes, and kind of wished he had picked a deity to worship, because he was about to die, and he wasn't sure he had an afterlife waiting for him.

Then Xom appeared to him, and Xom said "Play the best song in the world, or I'll eat your souls."

Well, Dvoe and Gren, they looked at each other, and they each said "Okay.".

So they played the first thing that came to their heads, and it just so happened to be the best song in the world, it was the best song in the world, YEAH!

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No. 50814 ID: e7cff6

There had been a serious dearth of pornographic material in these recent smut hours. Perhaps I should do something to correct that.

We were both kind of buzzed when we stumbled into the inn a few hours after sundown. We'd had three drinks each, as was our routine. I set our pack on a table next to the door while Clay went up to the man behind the bar with a pouch of coins. The two began to converse, the barkeep seemingly curious about where we had come from and where we were going. The man glanced over at me then back to Clay, said something, and winked. Clay smiled and shook his head. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, yawned and stretched before shouldering the pack again and joining Clay at the bar.

"Will that be two beds or one?" the barkeep asked. "Two, please," Clay replied. "Wait, Clay," I interjected. "Let's save some coin and just get one bed." Clay looked confused. "What are you talking about, Dirine? We've got plenty." He turned to the barkeep again. I was about to say something when he repeated, "Two, please." Defeated, I stayed silent as Clay paid. We ascended the stairs together.

Minutes later, we were in our room, with two beds on opposing sides. I laid on one, looking at the ceiling in thought as Clay sat at on the other, reading a book by candlelight. Minutes of uncomfortable silenced passed. He put down his book and looked at me, working a kink out of his shoulder, and asked, "So what was the deal with that?" I turned over to face him. "T-the deal with what?" I asked. "Those dragons back there," he replied. "Well, there were just trying to find stop some dangerous guy, right? Nothing bad about that." "Well, yeah. But that big red one. 'Your mate'. What was with that?" "Oh, uh, I don't know..."

He laid on his own bed. "Yeah, and it said something like 'your feelings were obvious'. Jeez. Who did that big lizard think it was? I mean, come on. We're friends, not lovers." I turned back toward the uninteresting ceiling. "W-well... Maybe she wasn't so far off." Clay looked at me with a quizzical expression. "Maybe the reason she thought we were together was because it might look like we're together to some people and that there might actually be something between us like I mean because I like you a lot and more than just like a friend because I really like you and people might... and... and... ohhhh, I-I'm sorry...." Clay looked at me, partway concerned and partway confused. "Diri..." "No, look, I'm sorry, that was stupid and I'm stupid and just forget about anything I said."

"Diri, no... Did you just say that you like me?" "U-uh... yeah..." "That's... I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way about you." "O-oh..." Clay sighed, then got up from his bed to sit on the side of mine. "I mean, you're a great friend, Diri, but I just don't see us being... together." I sat up to face him. "C-Clay..." I stuttered, tears in my eyes. "Diri, no, please, don't cry. Look--" I leapt forward and kissed him as best as I could, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He froze for a second then gently pushed me away, frowning slightly and very embarrassed. "P-please don't do that, Diri. It's just that you've been my friend for years and years, and to just... suddenly be attracted to me... That's a bit fast."

I laid back down, staring straight up into the ceiling again. "So maybe we can just start again. We can go slow and maybe this time I might feel better about this. Okay?" I looked into his eyes." Okay... I-I'd like that." With a gentle smile, Clay got up from my bed and walked over to his own. "Goodnight, Diri." "...Goodnight, Clay," I said. With that, he blew out the candle.


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No. 50822 ID: b85f8c

>>360614
dawwwww
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No. 50824 ID: c0ebc4

Trout is the master of the friendzone.

Mayber that's why everyone is rapin' all over the place :V
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No. 50828 ID: d6ae01

>Jesus you two, get a room. It's silly smut written at 1AM determined by coin flips. Logic be damned. Also shut up.

Mmhmm.
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No. 50830 ID: b85f8c

>>360628
...slinko the argument was over and one mod already cleaned out a bunch of stupid image reactions.

Deleting absolutely every part of that conversation is uncalled for.
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No. 50839 ID: d6ae01

>>360630
I responded to 10 reports. Either the mod failed to delete them or failed to bring it up in the mod channel. I acted without knowledge of reaction images or previous mod action. It's not always easy to know where the line is between a dumb argument and a dumb argument that warrants deleting/moving. Another mod can restore the posts if they want.
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No. 50855 ID: e7cff6

Tonight's theme was "Grimdark". You can thank BritishHat for this wonderfully fucked up story.


It had only been half an hour since the man left. I was still on the ground, unable to move, the man's seed dripping out of me. I could not even cry to express my frustration and sadness. I was frozen, stuck in one place, for who knows how long. Completely helpless. Screaming inside, silent out.

A long, arduous length of time went by before I heard something. Footsteps, heavy and loud, with the sound of clicking claws. "Grentonis?" it was Boaga. "Grennie? Are you okay? I thought I saw someone and I heard fighting..." I wanted to cry out to him but I could not force the words to form. The footsteps came closer, entering my cave. "Oh, you're... asleep..." he said, with a grim note in his voice.

I heard him stop for a second, then begin to walk more quietly. Deeper into my cave. He circled around behind me-- he wasnt going to take anything from my hoard, was he? That bastard, I'll kill him. No-- he stopped, directly behind me now. I felt him gently pick up the end of my tail, as if trying to gauge if I were really asleep. I was still trying to talk, to say something, but he must not have noticed.

He set down my tail only to pick it up again and raise it, slowly and gently. I could hear is breathing become faster, and felt his claws began to tremble. What-- what was he doing back there? He bent my limp tail forward and let it come to rest on my back. I was completely exposed, and could almost feel Boaga staring. I wanted to plead with him, to demand to know what he was doing, to beg that he stop, but I couldn't even move much less speak. His breathing quickened as I heard shuffling noises from directly behind me.

I felt him position himself over me. "Boaga, please," I thought. He shifted around as I felt his scales against mine. "Please don't do this." The tip of something pressed against my opening. "Don't make me go through this again." Boaga shuddered directly above me as he slowly began to slide within me, still under the impression that I was asleep. I wanted to scream. He didn't go very deep, only risking the head, pushing in and out of me.

Eventually he began to go deeper and deeper, his breathing going faster and faster. I tried ignoring it, retreating into my own mind. He was panting now, thrusting in and out, grinding against me, almost pounding me with his hips. I wondered if he cared about waking me anymore. He was almost laying on top of me, bracing his legs against the ground on either side of me.

With a soft moan and a twitch, he plunged as deep into me as he could go, his whole body shaking against mine. I could feel him in me, throbbing three times, a forming hotness deep inside. He could barely stand as he tried to catch his breath, still inside me. After a minute he pulled out. He paused, then began to sneak away. I could just barely hear him say, "I'm so sorry, Gren," as he walked out of the cave. I was alone now, completely silent, unable to show even a trace of my horrifying ordeal.

Outside, Boaga took a breath of fresh air. He wasn't happy about what he'd done. He was never happy about it. He loved her, and he couldn't express it any other way. So he'd do it again, soon, the next time she slept, just as he had done yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that, and...



Trout: ~end~
CarbonLIVES: the fuck end is that
Trout: fuck you that's what
Trout: >:(
CarbonLIVES: lol
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No. 50879 ID: 54b362

IdiomAlpha: Bo is a wisecracking ghost
IdiomAlpha: Gren is a psychic
IdiomAlpha: Using Bo's help
IdiomAlpha: They fight crime
IdiomAlpha: The Drug Kingpin, Rapeknight, killed Bo
IdiomAlpha: So they're out for revenge, because Bo needs to complete his unfinished business to stop being a ghost
IdiomAlpha: Bo continually possesses random people and things and has sex with Gren, due to his ghostly urges
IdiomAlpha: Gren does not object
MobileHat: And Bo can "mindrape" Gren. She can feel it, but nothing's actually there
IdiomAlpha: Sometimes, Gren has to explain her actions to Overly Angry Police Chief, Eric
IdiomAlpha: And they must chase down the drug mule known as 'The Worst Jesus' over and over again, because he keeps escaping
MobileHat: And they have a rat within the drug ring known only as "Mr. Timid."
IdiomAlpha: The Police Cadets Diri and Clay oversee the Psychic Duo's adventure
IdiomAlpha: And deal with their own personal issues

Hold onto your butts.
Chapter 1/??

It had been a long day. Grentonis flopped down onto her bed in her beachfront condo in Santa Barbara. Staring at the darkened shore, she reviewed the events of the day in her head. Her partner and childhood friend Boaga had been shot killed by the infamous drug kingpin R. Knight. She had no more tears left for him, and her thoughts turned to those of revenge as she drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, she was jolted awake by a noise from the living room, a crash followed by a few words from a familiar voice. She leapt out of bed and quietly shuffled through the door to see Boaga, or, rather, a shimmering apparition of him, staring at a broken wine glass. "You... You're dead..." was all she managed to squeak out. Boaga turned to face her. "Oh, hi Grennie. Yeah, I guess I am dead. How come you can see me?" Grentonis shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "I-I'm going crazy."

"No, you're not. I'm pretty sure I'm actually here," said Boaga, moving his claws back and forth through his own chest. "Pretty sure." An uncomfortable minute of silence lapsed. "So, uh," Gren began, "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine! Check this out." Boaga turned to a notepad on the desk. It began to move of its own accord, hovering around the room and finally coming to a rest on the ground in front of Gren, who stood there, dumbfounded. This is quite the dream, she thought.

"Wasn't that cool?" Boaga asked. Gren nodded, though she wished that he would stop before he made a mess of her living room, damn it. "But that's not all I can do. Would you mind?" He asked, gesturing. "Uh... Sure." Gren barely had time to react before Bo swooped toward her. He connected, and then Gren suddenly had a feeling of being disconnected from her own body, reduced to an observer through her own eyes. A voice came from her mouth that wasn't quite her own. "Wow, you're big. Bigger than I'm used to. Uh, I mean, size-wise. I'm not calling you fat, either!" Shut up and get the hell out of my body! she thought. "Hey, I can hear that! But man, I'm telling you. Your body is so much different than mine. Uh, than mine was, actually."

"Like for example" he said, "did you know the whole time I was alive, I didn't have legs? Yep, they were totes fake. Double amputee from the thighs down. Stumps and metal." Absolutely fascinating, she thought, without an ounce of sarcasm.

She began trying to force him out of her body when she felt her touch herself. "O-oh, that's... That's really different." Stop it! she thought-yelled. I am not going to let you masturbate with my own body! "Sorry," he said, while stroking himself again. Gren was very sure that he was, in fact, not sorry at all.

Her body had become excited, and even though she was currently not in control of it, she couldn't deny that it felt nice. She stopped trying to push Bo out of her body as he sat her against a wall. He slipped a claw in, then two, gently moving them about. I hate you, she thought, half-jokingly. Boaga replied by going deeper and faster. Soon she felt a warmth growing within her, a somewhat familiar sensation made alien by the actual distance from her own body. The warmth intensified and came to a pitch as waves of pleasure radiated through their shared body. Gren took advantage of the distraction and shoved him out of her mind.

She uprighted herself and regained her composure. "Awww, but I didn't get to feel all of it--" Bo whined. "You asshole," Gren interrupted, with a grin. " So, um, anyway. I think I need your help," Bo started. "I think I'm stuck here. I feel like I have some unfinished business, some uncompleted task, yadda yadda." "So?" Grennie asked. "Sooo... I need your help. I think I need you to finish what I was doing before I died." "Killing R. Knight," Gren guessed. "Yeah, that's it. Could you help me? Pretty please?" Gren thought for a moment.

"Sure, but only if you do that body-taking thing on me again," she said, with a devious grin.


Guest paragraph by CF. Can you guess which one it is?
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No. 50880 ID: affb00

My plan had worked perfectly. Not only did I poison and rape Grennie, but when I got strung up for my crimes, I tricked her into saving me, pulling me off that cross and nursing me back to health. It had been a long and interesting adventure we had, full of wacky hijinks. Though Boaga died of hypothermia on the first day, by snuggling with me every night Grennie was able to stay cozy and warm.

Those were my thoughts as I woke up from gentle loving sleep. For a minute I thought the adventure had all been a dream, just in my head in my last moments, because I was once again bound to a cross with only a loincloth to protect my fair skin from the elements!

But then I realized that instead of my hands being nailed into the wood they were merely bound with strong ropes, and my feet too held tight agaist the stiff wooden beams. I could barely move, barely turn my head even as I heard something behind me, something large.

"Grentonis? Is that you, babe?" I uttered with an unstoppable quaver in my voice. "I know what you did," came Grennie's voice low and ominous. "What do you mean sweetie, I" I meekly retorted, "I was going to remember our anniversary I-"

"I know what you did when we first met," she continued interrupting me. "When you poisoned then raped me."

"O-o-o-ooh you found out I mean what do you mean I mean"

"I know what you did to me, and all those people you've killed. I know you betrayed your king raping instead of slaying me like you were ordered."

"I can explain Grennie I can"

My voice caught in my throat at that point as Grentonis slinked around at last into my vision. My god. That is a lot of leather.

"You've been a bad boy," she purred, cracking a thin whip held in her forepaw.

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No. 50883 ID: f21b0e

>>360679
I think we've got something big here. This could be a novel. Several novels. A screenplay. Movies. You're going places, Trout, I can feel it!

>>360680
Haha, what?
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No. 50886 ID: b85f8c

>>360680
JUSTICE.
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No. 50901 ID: a43a6c

>>360680
...I can dig it.
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No. 50929 ID: 147301

Trout you failed to deliver last night, so I took over like I said you would.

Warning: Contains horror, transformation, rape

Boaga waited. The candles above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were knights in the cave. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Dragen Grennie were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Bo was a also dragen for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the horsecarts and he said to dad "I want to be on the carts daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE RAPE BY KNIGHTS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the dragen home cove of the dragens he knew there were knights.
"This is Grennie" the burnt bear crackered. "You must fight the knights!"
So Boaga gotted his fire breath and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the knights
"I will cum at him" said the rapeknight and he fired the dick missiles. Boaga breathed at him and tried to burn him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the knights" he shouted
The bear said "No, Bo. You are the knights"
And then Bo raped Grennie.

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No. 50932 ID: 54b362

You expect a foreword? Fuck you, it's midnight and I have to wake up in a few hours. I'm putting about as much thought into this as I do this smut.

It was early in the morning when Dirine stumbled out of the inn and into the crisp air outside. She had no idea why she had said that to Clay, but his rejection burned a hole in her heart. She didn't know where she was going. She just picked a direction on the road at random and walked. She walked for an hour, alone with her thoughts (which consisted mainly of self-directed admonishments) and the occasional stranger walking or sometimes riding in the opposite direction.

She hardly noticed when the road made a turn that she didn't, taking her into a lightly-travelled path through a forest. Soon the forest gave way into rolling hills covered with grass. She kept walking. Clay must be worried, she thought. He knows that I left because of what he said and the bastard must feel so sorry. Serves him right. Maybe when I get back he'll realize what he did wrong and he'll apologize and we'll be together. Thus preoccupied with this line of thought, it was a great surprise to her when she lost her footing on a slope and rolled down it, landing headfirst into the side of a dragon.

"O-oh," the dragon said, jolted into awareness. "Um-- uh--" Dirine stammered. Their conversation continued like that for at least a minute. Managing to upright herself, Dirine said, "I-I'm sorry about that," slowly backing away from the dragon. She could tell that he was just as shocked as she was. "It's, uh. It's fine," the dragon replied. "Wait... have we met before?" Memoies of the day before flooded back to Dirine. "Oh-- oh, yeah! You're one of those two dragons that snuck up on us yesterday. I don't think we'be been properly introduced. I'm Dirine," she said. She held out a hand to offer a handshake but quickly retracted it. "Oh, um, my name's Boaga," said the dragon, somewhat uncomfortably.

A minute of awkward silence passed. "So, uh... where's your ladyfriend?" Asked Dirine. "Oh, she's... around here somewhere. She said that she was going to go look around and told me to stay here. Where's your, uh, guy friend?" Dirine bit her lip and looked away. "We had a... disagreement." Boaga tilted his head out of genuine concern and understanding. "He just didn't feel the same way that I felt about him." Boaga nodded and said, "Yeah, I... I know how that feels. My friend-- uh, Grentonis-- just wants to be friends with me, but I want something more..."

Dirine looked into his eyes. "Is this kind of this common?" "I really hope not," Boaga replied. Dirine felt glad to have found someone in the same situation, but she also felt something... else, something warmer and more pressing. "You know," she continued, taking a step toward the dragon. "We don't have to be alone. I mean, look at us, two people with the same problem." Boaga scooted back a few steps, visibly blushing. "I-- uh-- that's very kind of you, but--" Dirine interrupted him. "We could solve each other's problems, you know," she said, taking more steps toward him and laying a hand on his scaled shoulder. "N-no, that-- that's perfectly okay," he stuttered, leaning away.

Dirine gave a push and Boaga fell on his side, offering only token resistance. "It might be okay for you, but not for me." Dirine said, menacingly. Boaga gulped. "P-please-- I don't want to have to hurt you..." She called his bluff. Dirine could see that, despite his pleas, he was aroused, his tip beginning to peek out from its' normal position. Dirine rubbed his side, moving lower with each pass. "Oh, I don't think you'll do that," Dirine said. Boaga could only whimper in reply. Eventually her hand reached his now, erect shaft. She was surprised by its length-- it was bigger than any she'd had (which, admittedly, wasn't many) but only because it belonged to a dragon. Dirine pushed him into his back, with no resistance at all this time. She climbed atop him as she would a large rock, placing herself right up against his member. It came up to her sternum; it would be difficult and painful, if not outright impossible, to attempt anything with it. Perhaps she could get him to be inventive with the long tongue that sometimes snaked out of his mouth.

After removing her shirt, she took hold of his length, almost hugging it, and began to slowly move against it, stroking it with her whole body. Occasionally she would whip her tongue along the tip, drawing quiet protests from the completely still dragon. Quickly turning to remove her pants and undergarments, she angled herself do that she could pleasure herself along his shaft, teasing him. Boaga had long since gone silent and was now gently shaking, his breath growing shallower and shallower every moment. She began to move faster, attempting to cover as much as she could of the tip with her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

The dragon was close, now. Dirine continued to stroke, continued to lick. Boaga shook with a greater intensity, through a combination of pleasure and fear and shame, serving only to pleasure Diri even more. Then, suddenly, the dragon let out a strained cry and arched his back, bucking Dirine. Two streams of milky-white fluid jetted one after the other from his freed member, splattering over his chest. He lay there, limp, spread out. Dirine picked herself off the ground and grabbed Boaga's chin with the hand that she currently wasn't pleasuring herself with. Turning him to look her in the eyes, Dirine said, "So what can that tongue of yours do?"

~end~
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No. 50941 ID: 0fb302

>>360729
What.
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No. 50945 ID: 764da2

>>360741
It's a tribute to one of the best fanfics out there.
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No. 50968 ID: 0d7a83
 

>>360741
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No. 50971 ID: ed57e8

>>360768
that is a very hi-class production. i mean jeez. if only one of these stories could get half as well done.
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No. 50983 ID: 54b362

MobileHat: Remember Trout: Quality!


We... we had no idea what "parley" really meant. It was just a word, something that you said when you wanted to meet with whomever was in charge. So when we asked the men at the gate for a parley, we didn't assume anything was wrong when they looked especially shocked and talked with themselves for five minutes. Eventually, with a crowd of frightened onlookers waiting on the road behind us, we were let inside under some very harsh scrutiny and suspicion.

Maybe we should have known something was wrong when we were presented with heavy iron chains; "For your protection," they said, almost sneering. Boaga was scared, it was obvious. He held his head low and was visibly shaking, out of fear of our surroundings or the situation we had found ourselves in. We donned the chains with some fuss and were lead toward the tall tower in the center of the city, where we would no doubt meet with whomever was in charge.

We rounded a corner and came into a large square. In the center was the tower, but what caught my eye were the large groups of people clustered around two sets of large-looking bindings near its base. Reality hit me. I stopped, wrestled my chains away from the men around me, and boomed, "Where is your leader?!" The citizenry screamed and scattered as the guards drew their weapons.

Their blades had a familiar green covering on them. I saw Boaga struggle away, before being set upon by others. I slammed one into the ground with my tail and almost had another in my jaws when I felt a sting in my side and my strength quickly fading. Boaga had been restrained with the chains and was on the ground. We were both down and restrained. With the last of my strength, I turned my head forward to find the man-- the man in chain mail from days ago. He walked up to me and roughly grabbed my chin. "Here I am," he whale-whispered to me.


Toastline: whale-whisper?
Sketchy: whaaaaaaaaaaaaale whisper
Trout: What
Trout: what.
Kalt: aoooogha
Trout: How the fuck.
Kalt: did you huge-typo stage?
Trout: how
Deadbeard: whaaaaales
Sketchy: hoooooeeeeeeeeEEEre oooooOOOoooy aaaaaAAAAAAm
Burquina: you grab a whale and gently squueze it, that's a whale whisper
Trout: arhbiywuhkathissoiefbFjafmatkakatkakszylw
Trout: argh anyway
Trout: p. sure that was supposed to be "roughly " no idea how that autocorrected
Deadbeard: whale-whispering
Deadbeard: softly
Trout: god damn it now I lost my concentration
Toastline: that's what she said


The man turned to one of the guards and issued a whispered command before turning and leaving. We were dragged toward the stocks and the next few minutes were a blur as we were positioned and bound. Boaga struggled as best as I could, altrenating between yelling and sobbing. Eventually our captors backed away from us. I was put flat on my chest, my head and forelegs between two sliding prices of wood and metal. My tail was tied over my head. Boaga was to my right. He was on his back, his legs tied down. I think, subconsciously, I knew what was about to happen. I only acknowledged it when the townsfolk began to form lines behind us.

At this point I became enraged. I tried to scream through the haze of the poison and the muzzle that had been affixed to my snout. The man at the front of the line behind me dropped something into the hands of a guard then advanced toward me. I tried to focus on Boaga. Someone-- a woman, it appeared-- walked toward him. He struck out with his tail when she was near, knocking her off her feet. Almost instantly he was restrained by sets of guards. I wanted to cry as the forced something into his mouth and retreated.

Boaga's head fell as his eyes rolled back into his head and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. His hips twitched as his shaft rose and stiffened. He took on a blissful expression, quietly giggling, now unaware of the world around him. It was a horrible sight. As the woman climbed on top of him, I felt it-- something entering me from behind, thrusting in and out of me. I thrashed with rage as best as I could, slowly coming out of the effects of the poison. Try as I might, my bonds held me in place. I... I gave up. My fate was sealed.

Hours passed, and the lines dwindled. Many men paid their dues and had their way with my weakened self. I was soaked in the fluids of a hundred men. Boaga was still delirious, and had almost seemed to enjoy his abuse. He was covered in his own seed, and his hindquarters bore the mark of other men. I wept openly, and even as the line emptied and the guards took their dues from my wracked form, I could not do anything to help myself.

Nighttime fell. We were left alone in the square, the occasional passerby giving a long and uncomfortable stare. Boaga had come back to his senses and was silently crying to himself, rocking back and forth. At long last, a group of men came by and untied us. We were too weak to stand, much less resist. They bodily dragged us out to the front gate where they deposited us before closing the gate behind us. Boaga and I slowly and painfully picked ourselves off of the ground before wordlesdly stumbling off into the cold night, wounded, afraid, and broken.

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No. 50985 ID: b85f8c

>>360783
Well fuck this, I'm just hiding the thread now, it isn't worth it.
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No. 50992 ID: 16da88
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50992

this is like being addicted to rubbing stinging nettle on your taint.
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No. 50994 ID: ab0369

>>360792
That's the best fucking analogy for anything
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No. 51058 ID: a43a6c
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51058

Hey everyone.

I've decided to discontinue the smut for the time being. Undoubtedly, this is a blessing for some of you and a terrible thing for others. I'm doing this because quite a few people on IRC have complained about it, probably because it essentially halts the channel for an hour or two while I type it out paragraph-by-paragraph into the chat and the content itself is incredibly horrifying and perverse. And because I cannot stand making people unhappy, the smut-train has been stopped on its tracks. However, many others have told me that the majority of people enjoyed the smut, which brings me to the question I am asking you tonight.

Should I or should I not continue the daily smut hour? Regardless of the result, I will keep doing the "dragon ghost cop adventures" until its completion, complete with content-deciding coin flips.

Also, I cannot state this enough: I am very sorry if any of this has offended anyone. I hate making people uncomfortable or unhappy.
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No. 51059 ID: 12c19f

I have not been paying a single mind to the smut.

But from the sound of it it's a trainwreck if you -have- to write it in the irc.

If that's the only way you can do/that's the condition of the smut hour; I'd say discontinue for now.
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No. 51061 ID: 3c585f

keep the smut coming, but only when you -want- to write it. if you're doing it because you -have- to, then by all means, stop.
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No. 51062 ID: aef453

>>360858
If people are being bitchy babies about it, why not just take it to another channel? Otherwise, I don't see any reason to stop when it's fun for many more people than who get mad about such silly stuff.
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No. 51063 ID: c10f09

Keep at it, broski. It's a fun way to spend an hour or two at a time the IRC is usually pretty slow, and it's great writing practice!

Plus it can be used to give us some extra depth to the world of Dragons or hilarity, such as the story about Dirine and "THEY FIGHT CRIME"
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No. 51064 ID: 063c28

I think they're extremely entertaining, and would be sad to see it end. If it bothers people that much to do it in the main chat (as if regular channel content is any less palatable), you could always follow in the steps of so many other authors and set up a channel for your quests and other miscellaneous writing hijinks.
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No. 51065 ID: 800ce6

>>360858

you bring shame to your family for the next seven generations for even thingking about stopping.
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No. 51070 ID: b0d466

Honestly, what bothers me isn't the smut itself so much as the nagging feeling that Trout doesn't want to write the smut but feels like he has to?

It might just be a 'friendly' banter thing I'm not picking up on or something, but it kinda bothers me a bit @_@
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No. 51072 ID: bccf7b

>>360870

What if... we wrote the smut for Trout?
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No. 51076 ID: c891d3

>>360858
Just, like, do it in some other channel, man. :v

It's not like it's hard to set up an irc channel.
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No. 51094 ID: 02cbc6
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51094

You guys need a wavemaster?
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No. 51121 ID: bccf7b

>>360894

Mother fuckin aromatic grass.
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No. 51171 ID: f730a1
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Dragunderpants.
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No. 51172 ID: 0d7a83

>>360971
Warning: This product may attract knights with the intent to rape and/or stab you with poison knives.
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No. 51173 ID: c4a1fc

>>360971
Will these make me poop dragons? And if they don't, I want a refund.
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No. 51209 ID: 3947e9

>>360971
it means a dragon should be inserted there.
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No. 51228 ID: bccf7b

>>361009
>it means a dragon should be inserted there.
... I see what you did there.
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No. 51253 ID: a43a6c

First off,
>>360894
>>360971
these are awesome.

Secondly: The smut will continue, most likely in a separate channel. I am taking a break from it from now, and will probably continue this exercise in self-torture this weekend. I'm not sure whether to be happy or alarmed that so many of you care about the smut, but thanks you all for reading!
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No. 51266 ID: fb7ca4
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They got them off a caravan offering them in exchange for several thousand pieces of gold.

Got them off the bodies, that is.
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No. 51614 ID: a43a6c
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<Toastline>dragonshowers
<Trout>that would be an uncomfortable shower
<Trout>all crammed in there
<Trout>with a dragon
<BritishHat>Take it out back and hose it down
<Trout>"What're you doin' there, [Trout]?"
<Trout>"Oh, you know, watering my dragon."
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No. 51627 ID: c6ec33

>>361414
ThisIsSecretlyBoagasFetish.jpg

I think your dragons get cuter the more you draw them :V
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No. 51663 ID: a43a6c

Hello! I'm back with more writing, several weeks after I said I would be back. But the important thing is that I'm writing again, in my own channel this time! #TroutWrites is your place for dragon stories!

So I'd assume that when an author hears that his character has shown up in one of my writings, that the worst has happened and their character was messily violated snd left for all to see. And with that in mind, I'd like to apologize to Slinkoboy for the use of his characters in this story about hugs.

Boaga had no idea where he was, exactly. He remembered Gren angering some sort of wizard, and then a bright flash of pink All he had was a faint notion that this place was called the "Hug Zone", which made him a little bit giddy despite his uncertainty. He really liked being hugged, after all. The area around him was a stark white plain that extended infinitely in all directions, completely devoid of any features. Boaga realized that there wasn't much to do here at all.

He had just sat down when he heard a tiny voice from almost directly behind him. "Watch out!" Boaga, startled, jumped up off the ground and turned around to find three small lizards. One of them spoke. "Sorry! You were just about to sit on us..."

"Oh, um, s-sorry about that," Boaga stuttered.

"It's okay," another replied. A moment of uncomfortable silence followed. "So, um... What's your name?" The third lizard said.

"Uh-- My name's Boaga. W-who are you guys?" "I-I'm Lyskir," the green one said. "Kliss!" from the blueish one. "I'm Tyrsis." the grey and blue one concluded. "Hi..." Boaga said.

More uncomfortable silence continued. His curiosity overcoming his shyness, Boaga finally asked a question. "S-so, uh, do any of you guys know where we are?" The three lizards looked at each other, then at Boaga, then around them. "No..." "Nope, sorry! "Not a clue." Boaga shifted around. "Well, uh, okay... I just can't shake t-the feeling that it's called the 'HUG ZONE'." The one that called himself Lyskir looked at the ground. "Y-yeah, now that you mention it..." The other two shook their heads in agreement.

A thought came to Boaga. "So, um, if it's called the 'HUG ZONE', then m-maybe we should try hugging and see what happens?" Lyskir brought his eyes up from the floor, waved his arms enthusiastically and said, "Sure! Me first!" Kliss and Tyrsis looked at each other. Tyrsis shrugged. And soon the four of them were on the floor, wrapped in a big friendly embrace.

It was the best and tiniest hug Boaga had ever had.


Sorry Slinko if I failed to portray their personalities correctly. Writing for other people's characters is tough! :<
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No. 51695 ID: d6ae01
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No. 51696 ID: 97bd86

>>361495
d'awwww
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No. 51701 ID: eaa3f3

>>361495
Oh my goooooosh~
This is just SO ADORABLE thanks slinko
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No. 51706 ID: 76b862

>>361495
Awwwwww! That is so cuuuute! ^.V.^
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No. 51708 ID: 067a04

I was bored, so I asked Trout if I could do anything for him, because that's my hobby. He said yes! This is what I did for him:

~Beginning~

This isn't a story you should read without checking with your physician (if you can afford one, hippie.) but it is a story you should definitely read, make no mistake about that. Your physician will probably tell you it's cured several forms of venereal disease, and that is a fact. If you take these words to any place of religion, that religion will immediately be disproven. All the followers of that religion will immediately implode and the floor beneath you will do likewise, slivering up into your mouth and down into your lungs, frantically and fruitlessly wishing to be closer to these perfect words, as if searching for the soul it will never have. This is not humor. This is fact.

It began centuries ago. My great-grandfather told me about a guy he knew who told him it was true, and my great-grandpappy was a saint, so zip your lips and listen to the story. They say, a long time ago, that we lived on a planet where fantastic things were possible. Magic, spirits, crucifixion, it was all possible. All beautiful. Except for one thing, which all humans feared and hated.
Dragons.

They terrorized us, stealing our food and wealth for their own foul benefit, carrying on with their eerie sexual exploits and nightmarish nightmare-thingies, I don't know, they did bad stuff, okay? But there was one particular baddie, known as Lord Grentonis, who was actually a lady, and who actually wasn't too bad at all. Ethically, that is.

One day, a terrible day, a friendly neighborhood rapeknight came a-knockin' on Grennie's door. Well, really, dragons don't have doors, but you know what I mean. Her cave-opening thingy. That. He took Grentonis down, had his way with her, and left to go about his business without so much as a thank-you-kindly. Grennie was hurt, but she had the willpower to go on, with the help of her brave and powerful friend, the fearsome dragon Boaga.

The two of them, seeking justice, set out on an excellent adventure across the Old World, bringing tales of not-bad dragon attitudes to the world and helping out wherever they could. When they finally confronted that bastard-making rapeknight, they had damn-near the whole world by their side, including many dragons which had been convinced that man and drake could live side-by-side with minimal gouging, a philosophy unknown until that day.

They had the rapeknight, or so they thought. But the beast, so confident in his capability to rape, simply laughed them off, and revealed the secret behind his identity, and what a crazy secret it was! He claimed that his 'armor' was actually a suit designed for surfing between planets, and he had set out from a distant world with a plan to rape the universe, and that the Old World was to be his latest plaything. No one could destroy him, he said. He had SPESS on his side!

Well, I'll tell you that Grennie and Boaga didn't like that, no sirree. An epic battle ensued, the forces of the Old World against one silly little intergalactic rapist. It was a tough battle, but soon they had him on his knees, and Grennie and Boaga decided to show him some of his own medicine.

They put the flaccid prisoner in a tower, where every citizen of the world could come to, well, come. The Old World had their way with the alien intruder, one person at a time. But then, one year since his incarceration began, when Grennie and Boaga, now lovers, came to 'visit' him for the latest of many times, he laughed just as madly as he had before.

He roared that he had been collecting power all this time, making deals with the darkest devils of the Old World for one last great hurrah. He had penetrated the planet's core, making it another one of his victims, and planned to destroy the planet. There was a great shaking then, as the Old World began to tear itself apart.

The rapeknight then attempted to blast off, like a non-sexual rocket, but Grennie and Boaga gathered the greatest mages in the world quick-like, and sealed the city where the rapeknight's tower was kept into a gigantic diamond bubble. Undeterred, the slivering slob continued his ascent, and the citizens of the city watched as they left their dying world behind to explode, tears in their eyes (well, for the ones that had eyes).

Soon, they had approached the rapeknight's planet, a glimmering green-and-blue paradise planet. As they began to crash into its atmosphere, Grennie and Boaga faced the rapeknight one last time, and, ignoring the monster's screams, gave him the most powerful (and last) rape of his life. Overcome, he exploded into pieces, which were soundly eaten by the dragons, who struck a victory pose.

The city landed safe and sound, but then things began to happen. Ghosts vanished. Magic died. This new world was not like the Old World (fancy that), and it had new rules to boot. The fantastic creatures could not live on this new planet, and had to leave to find a new home in the cosmos. Grennie, Boaga, and all the other dragons gave a heartfelt goodbye and one last magical orgy to the humans, who appeared unaffected by the new world, and then flew up, up, and away into the night sky.

As our ancestor's watched, the dragons looked like birds in the sky, then like flies, until they were gone for reals. Even dragons could not survive in space, I'm afraid, and it seemed they were doomed to die terrible deaths, but then something wondrous happened; the fire within them left their bodies, and their souls followed suit. The dragonfires became the stars, giving life to countless worlds, and warmth to all. If you ever wish to see Grennie and Boaga now, simply look up, for they have been with you all along, their love burning as bright as the sun. Literally.

We named our new world 'Earth', and so it has been.

Well, that's what my great-grandpappy said he heard happened, anyway.

Admittedly, he'd been hitting the booze a bit hard in his old age, but it's real, I tell you. It's real!

~End~

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No. 51709 ID: c6ec33

>>361508
The makers of Dragonheart should sue. :X

Epic story, though. Truly epic. :D
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No. 51908 ID: d6ae01
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HELLO.

I have been commissioned to illustrate one of these stories! The thing is, the commissioner didn't seem too picky on which story gets done, and I, being Slinkoboy, found myself unable to really choose.

So why not rely on the democratic process! As my neutral unbiased image shows, you guys can vote on which story I draw out displaying the love of Boaga and the one who's really mean, assuming the commissioner is fine with the results of the vote. I guess they can choose one of the top two or three or something I dunno it's 2am thinking is for tomorrow.

I present this with the following limtations:
I won't draw rape or forced sex
I won't draw blood or "fluids" beyond a small amount
I won't draw anything that would require Jiniki to show up as everyone's favorite(?) spoiler image. In other words, anything gross or disgusting.

I forget how many stories that excludes, but I think that leaves most of them available for voting on.

Also, if the commissioner isn't picky, you can also decide if I lean towards Trout's style (with more accuracy than the quickly-drawn sketch accompanying this post), or if I shoot for something in my own style.

The story will be presented in a faux quest update style, with a few images going along with a scene of a story.

And that's it. Get to voting!
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No. 51909 ID: 6f4add

>>361708

do it in colors, yo.
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No. 51910 ID: d6ae01

>>361709
It'll be in color.
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No. 51911 ID: 18cf1d

Is the Bo x Dirine one off the table?
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No. 51914 ID: 08f305

(Just as a hint, Bo Poncho hasn't been drawn yet. Just sayin'.)
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No. 51928 ID: d6ae01

>>361711
That one is fine.
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No. 51978 ID: a43a6c

Since apparently BritishHat really wanted something with the rapey man in it.

After a long day of walking, stopping, talking, drinking, then walking again, Clay and Dirine had stopped for the night in a makeshift camp on the side of the eastward road. The pair sat next to a dying fire, both deep in thought. Clay yawned and stretched, and turned to Dirine. "I think I'm about to fall asleep here, Diri." "Oh, well, goodnight, Clay," she said, as he slipped into the tent. She sat outside for a while, occasionally feeding the fire. A few minutes of utter silence passed by.

She took the opportunity to think. She thought about the roads they were travelling, the places they planned to visit, the people they were to meet. She thought about the people she had already met, like those two dragons. They easily ranked in the top ten strangest things she had seen on the road. She thought about her and Clay's relationship, and how she could possibly get him to notice her in a romantic matter. It was then something very heavy and blunt hit her across the back of her head, sending her sprawling to the ground.

For a second, her entire world was a shifting mass of pain. Though she was dazed, she could make out Clay's voice. "Dirine?!" Focusing on reality, she arduously flipped herself over to see Clay emerge from the tent and get beset upon by a figure in armor. They traded blows for a few seconds, and after recieving a painful looking jab to the bridge of the nose, Clay staggered backward. The man in armor took advantage of this pause to produce a knife and plunge it into Clay's gut.

Dirine screamed his name. Clay went limp and slumped to the ground as the armored man tucked the knife away. Dirine attempted to scramble to her feet but was met with a strong kick to the face, tossing her onto her back once again. This time she weakly attempted to crawl the other way, sobbing in terror and anguish. She managed to travel a few feet, before being halted by another painful kick, this time to the ribs. Barely conscious, she felt a hand grab the back of her shirt and pull her away from the road, away from safety, toward the back of the tent. The man lifted her up a distance and tossed her on her stomach behind the tent.

Despite the bolts of pain shooting through her body, Dirine still struggled. she attempted to turn over to face her attacker but was stopped by a strong hand pushing down on her. It hadn't yet registered to her what exactly this man wanted, but his intentions were made perfectly clear when she felt her leggings being pulled down from her hips. WIth a yell and a burst of strength, she shoved the man off of her and jumped to her feet. She had only just began to run when she felt a hand around her ankle and suddenly she was falling. Her head collided with the ground, jarring a pointed tooth loose and rendering her almost knocking her out.

Again the armored man caught up with her and held her down. Bruised and bleeding, she had no more fight left in her. All she could do was sob. She felt her leggings being pulled off yet again, and only weakly struggled against it. In a moment her leggings were off, her legs exposed to the cold air. Another tug, this time on her undergarments. Just like last time it was slid down off of her limp legs and tossed aside. Dirine's lower half was completely exposed to the low temperature-- and her attacker.

There was a noise from the man behind her; shifting and unbuckling, metal plates brushing against one another. Dirine pawed at the ground ahead of her, still trying to escape with the little strength she had left. Between her own weakness and the man holding her down, she made little progress. The noises behind her ceased and the hand on her back slowly slid down to her hips. Another hand grasped her on the other side, roughly squeezing her. She was lifted onto her knees, her rear sticking in the air. Dirine knew what was going to come next, but it was still a shock to her when she felt something pressing against the delicate area between her legs, and she still screamed when it suddenly entered her.

Dirine held her head between her arms, sobbing and gasping in pain. The man pounded into her from behind, forcing her into the ground with each thrust. To Dirine, time moved slowly, the man's every move magnified a thousand times in intensity. The man delivered each painful thrust with greater and greater speed and roughness, drilling deeper inside Dirine each time. Very soon she was screaming in pain each time, the man going as deep as her body could take it and then some. Her tears, her blood, and her fluids marked the cold earth beneath her.

With one final, forceful, excruciating thrust deep inside her, Dirine felt a blindingly hot sensation within her, starkly contrasting with how cold she felt outside. The man mercifully stopped his movements, and she felt him slowly slide out of her as he moved away. The man gave her a violent shove on her rear, her limp body falling flat on the ground, his seed seeping out of her sore nether regions.

The man replaced his armor, buckled straps and strolled away down the road as if nothing had transpired there. Dirine was left laying on the cold ground, damp with the byproduct of her ordeal. The clothes she was wearing that weren't removed were torn and covered in a mixture of blood and mud, completely ruined. Between her overwhelming exhaustion and her incredible pain, she finally lapsed into unconsciousness, her body finally slipping into a deep, merciful sleep.

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No. 51994 ID: c6ec33

>>361778
D:

I hope this is never cannon. ;__;
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No. 52040 ID: aef453

>>361794
Don't worry, it's not cannon.

It is canon though.
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No. 52278 ID: d6ae01

And now I present one of trout's stories from earlier up, reposted with accompanying images, as commissioned.

I made a minor edit to the story so the images would be more ...satisfying(?).
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No. 52279 ID: d6ae01
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It was early in the morning when Dirine stumbled out of the inn and into the crisp air outside. She had no idea why she had said that to Clay, but his rejection burned a hole in her heart. She didn't know where she was going. She just picked a direction on the road at random and walked. She walked for an hour, alone with her thoughts (which consisted mainly of self-directed admonishments) and the occasional stranger walking or sometimes riding in the opposite direction.

She hardly noticed when the road made a turn that she didn't, taking her into a lightly-travelled path through a forest. Soon the forest gave way into rolling hills covered with grass. She kept walking. Clay must be worried, she thought. He knows that I left because of what he said and the bastard must feel so sorry. Serves him right. Maybe when I get back he'll realize what he did wrong and he'll apologize and we'll be together. Thus preoccupied with this line of thought, it was a great surprise to her when she lost her footing on a slope and rolled down it, landing headfirst into the side of a dragon.
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No. 52280 ID: d6ae01
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"O-oh," the dragon said, jolted into awareness. "Um-- uh--" Dirine stammered. Their conversation continued like that for at least a minute. Managing to upright herself, Dirine said, "I-I'm sorry about that," slowly backing away from the dragon. She could tell that he was just as shocked as she was. "It's, uh. It's fine," the dragon replied. "Wait... have we met before?" Memoies of the day before flooded back to Dirine. "Oh-- oh, yeah! You're one of those two dragons that snuck up on us yesterday. I don't think we'be been properly introduced. I'm Dirine," she said. She held out a hand to offer a handshake but quickly retracted it. "Oh, um, my name's Boaga," said the dragon, somewhat uncomfortably.

A minute of awkward silence passed. "So, uh... where's your ladyfriend?" Asked Dirine. "Oh, she's... around here somewhere. She said that she was going to go look around and told me to stay here. Where's your, uh, guy friend?" Dirine bit her lip and looked away. "We had a... disagreement." Boaga tilted his head out of genuine concern and understanding. "He just didn't feel the same way that I felt about him." Boaga nodded and said, "Yeah, I... I know how that feels. My friend-- uh, Grentonis-- just wants to be friends with me, but I want something more..."

Dirine looked into his eyes. "Is this kind of this common?" "I really hope not," Boaga replied. Dirine felt glad to have found someone in the same situation, but she also felt something... else, something warmer and more pressing. "You know," she continued, taking a step toward the dragon. "We don't have to be alone. I mean, look at us, two people with the same problem." Boaga scooted back a few steps, visibly blushing. "I-- uh-- that's very kind of you, but--" Dirine interrupted him. "We could solve each other's problems, you know," she said, taking more steps toward him and laying a hand on his scaled shoulder. "N-no, that-- that's perfectly okay," he stuttered, leaning away.
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No. 52281 ID: d6ae01
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Dirine gave a push and Boaga fell on his side, offering only token resistance. "It might be okay for you, but not for me." Dirine said, menacingly. Boaga gulped. "P-please-- I don't want to have to hurt you..." She called his bluff. Dirine could see that, despite his pleas, he was aroused, his tip beginning to peek out from its' normal position. Dirine removed her clothes and began to rub his side. She moved lower with each pass. "Oh, I don't think you'll do that," Dirine said. Boaga could only whimper in reply. Eventually her hand reached his now, erect shaft. She was surprised by its length-- it was bigger than any she'd had (which, admittedly, wasn't many) but only because it belonged to a dragon.
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No. 52282 ID: d6ae01
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Dirine pushed him into his back, with no resistance at all this time. She climbed atop him as she would a large rock, placing herself right up against his member. It came up to her sternum; it would be difficult and painful, if not outright impossible, to attempt anything with it. Perhaps she could get him to be inventive with the long tongue that sometimes snaked out of his mouth.
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No. 52283 ID: d6ae01
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She took hold of his length, almost hugging it, and began to slowly move against it, stroking it with her whole body. Occasionally she would whip her tongue along the tip, drawing quiet protests from the completely still dragon. She angled herself do that she could pleasure herself along his shaft, teasing him. Boaga had long since gone silent and was now gently shaking, his breath growing shallower and shallower every moment. She began to move faster, attempting to cover as much as she could of the tip with her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
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No. 52284 ID: d6ae01
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The dragon was close, now. Dirine continued to stroke, continued to lick. Boaga shook with a greater intensity, through a combination of pleasure and fear and shame, serving only to pleasure Diri even more. Then, suddenly, the dragon let out a strained cry and arched his back, bucking Dirine. Two streams of milky-white fluid jetted one after the other from his freed member, splattering over his chest. He lay there, limp, spread out. Dirine picked herself off the ground and grabbed Boaga's chin with the hand that she currently wasn't pleasuring herself with. Turning him to look her in the eyes, Dirine said, "So what can that tongue of yours do?"
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No. 52285 ID: d6ae01

(Actually, let's spoiler those just in case.)
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No. 52592 ID: 5c94e7
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52592

A picture of the Dragon Knight in action!
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No. 52593 ID: 3734f6

>>362392
he made the right choice
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No. 54661 ID: 5c94e7

>>362393
A wife that can take care of herself, ages gracefully, and complains by breathing literal fire instead of being passive aggressive?
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No. 54702 ID: cda15c

>>364461
yep.
And unlike the princess, children get to be born with magic powers and longevity rather then scheming visirs and cousins who want them dead for the throne.
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No. 54704 ID: cf49fc

>>364502
Also, the dragon is bewildered enough not to murder him, while the maiden he left there is probably going to hunt him down and murder him.
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No. 54709 ID: a6ab09

>>362392
why isn't there a quest about this?
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No. 54749 ID: b0d466
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54749

Your favorite dragon in six easy steps!
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No. 54750 ID: a43a6c
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54750

Thanks to Whimbrel's easy six-step guide, I can now update in half the time I usually do! Thanks Whimbrel!
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No. 54751 ID: b0d466
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54751

BO BO
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No. 54753 ID: a43a6c
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54753

Lookin' pretty good, Boaga!
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No. 54754 ID: b0d466
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54754

AND NOW I SHALL TEACH YOU TO DRAW PEOPLE
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No. 54755 ID: a43a6c
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54755

>>364554
I think I messed up somewhere along the way...
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No. 54962 ID: 67e689

What is the rape knight is Beo?

Somehow I got to this conclusion and I guess I'm going to refuse to let it go because it seems like it's possible in a way.
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No. 54983 ID: 699da6

No, John. You are the demons
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The Rescue Knight began as a student of medicine. He was a kind-hearted man with dreams of both peace and greatness. Despite his noble cause, his relationships did not always go smoothly...
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One day his dreams began to come true with a medical breakthrough in his doctoral thesis
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No. 55093 ID: 742815
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COMING TO THEATRES JUNE 2012
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No. 55096 ID: dc4a44

fabulous.
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No. 55110 ID: 699da6

you are the greatest at drawing draconic buttocks.
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No. 55112 ID: 29ed72

>>55092
fffffffffffffffffdatass

Also I figured out Trout's plan for Dragons on IRC last night. Spoilered for spoilers.

<BritishHat> Let me try and summarize it: Gren and Beodox happened normally, but then he left her, and she became a shut-in. In her loneliness and self-hatred, she imagined the RapeKnight and that whole situation. Then "Boaga" came around and gave her the courage to find Beodox and confront her fears. At the end, she finds that Beodox was a wizard who shapeshifting into a dragon, and he erases her memories, leaving her aimless and alone, far away from home and without anyone to help her. GOOD END.
<Trout> ;~;

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No. 55149 ID: 29ed72
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People cannot get enough of these dragons! RML decided to write a backstory for everyone's favourite knight in shining armour. With pictures!

ACT 1

Rescue's date with Jennifer goes wrong.

They really hit it off, chatting about school and giggling about how much they could not stand their lecturers. When things got cozy on the couch and the flirtation began, Rescue was dismayed to find Jennifer refusing his advances. When he pressed on with them despite her opposition, his shame and regret separated him from her company.
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That was the last time that Rescue talked to Jennifer, but they did still share a class. He was glad when his these was complete, and he did not have to regularly see her anymore.
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No. 55151 ID: 29ed72
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The Rescue Knight went to see the Therapist Knight

"Can you tell me a little about your home life, Mr. Knight?" asked the Therapist Knight

"You can call me Rescue."

"Ok, Rescue."

"My mother was a widowed seamstress who traveled the road with traders in order to sell her makes. She did it all alone, for the most part."

"Yes?"

"Her caravan line was held up by bandits, and the defense was crushed. She... well..."

"If you are uncomfortable..."

"No, no. It's just..."

The Rescue Knight took a deep breath to prepare himself, "She was raped by the bandits. I was conceived from that injustice. She could have left me when I was born, but instead she raised me as a son. When she told me that at a young age, I vowed to rescue those who were victim to heinous deeds. In her honor..."

"I see," said the Therapist Knight, scribbling something on his clipboard.

"Have you had any success in those efforts?"

The Rescue Knight replied, "Haha, well... I fancied myself to at first. I did some runs with my friends to help traders. It went well, especially considering how young we were. There was one time, we got a summon from a prince..."

"A prince? I bet that you felt very proud!"

"Yes... we hadn't done anything high profile yet. It really was going to be our big break, so we thought..."

"What do you mean?" asked the Therapist Knight.

"The prince told us that his beloved wife, Princess Dorcas, had been captured... by a dragon. Well, not a full sized one. Oh no, a young dragon called Stavian."

"How did that go?"
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"We came upon Stavian's layer, which actually used to be a Kinko's, but it was on top of a great stone spire in the Acid Desert of Fankhar. I was with my fellow Rescuers, Togi the Swift and Hassan the Mamluk."

"Stavian was larger and more beastly than we ever could have known. The Prince told us that he was a fierce monster hated by both dragon and man. His regard for life was nihil, and his lusts were putrid and insatiable..."

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Can I have a drink of water?"

"Yes, certainly," said the Therapist Knight.

"'You skittering vermin of wet flesh and wriggling innards, why do you think to deliver yourself unto my bosom so readily?' Stavian's voice boomed. He was laughing in such a way that sounded like a crowd of ridiculing morons!"
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No. 55153 ID: 29ed72
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"Such a terrible beast I had never in my nightmares seen! Nothing that the prince said could have prepared me for this confrontation. It was in merely a flash that - I would wretch to call this a fight - was over..."

"The remains of Princess Dorcas were a caked, indistinguishable splatter on the cave wall, dripping with the beast's fowl saliva, and I rarely dare to think what else. I could only identify the remains in the dark by the bent tiara and tattered gown plastered among the mess."

The Rescue Knight stopped speaking for quite some time. Nearly five minutes passed of The Therapist Knight awaiting any speech. Finally, he broke the silence, "Rescue...?"

"...I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I just..."

"Again, if you are uncomfortable..."

"No, I think... I think I should. I have screamed in the face of a demonic terror in a cave of rotting flesh, but yet it makes me shudder to face my own emotions."

"We all have our demons, Rescue," said the Therapist Knight, crossing his legs the other way.
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No. 55154 ID: 29ed72
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"I can not fathom the reason for the wretch to have spared me, but here I lie before you."

"I remember something after that... but it was almost as though I was asleep. Something terrible, painful... humiliating. The beast Stavian's voice still echoes in my mind, along with my own. I was commanded to praise him and hail to his name. Oh, the echo... it was haunting. I wish you could have heard it."

"What happened, Rescue?"

"I can't... I can't repeat it. I don't remember. It's... I don't remember."

"I think you do remember, Rescue."

"No, I don't. I really don't."

"Coming to terms with this will be your first step to recovery."

"NO. Would you just shut up and quit? What business is this of yours?"

"I am The Therapist Knight."

"Well I am leaving."

END ACT 1
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No. 55155 ID: 699da6

I vote this thread for president of space 2012.
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No. 55156 ID: 132b99

i'm Commander Shepard, and this is my favorite thread on the citadel.
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No. 55157 ID: 3734f6

>>55154
That dragon has 5 legs!
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No. 55161 ID: 29ed72
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55161

Trout was once granted the title of "Also President". He has kept this title hidden until now, but I feel now is as good a time as any.
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No. 55163 ID: 699da6

>>55161

by the way, if that's your art, I suggest you consider authoring a quest.
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No. 55166 ID: d1e9bf

>>55161
Long story behind that.
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No. 55168 ID: dc4a44

>>55161
Good. Good. Now make R34 of it.
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No. 55173 ID: 735628

>>55161

He has a nifty shirt, though.
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No. 55187 ID: bccf7b

>>55161

Suddenly, Zelda!
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No. 55330 ID: d1e9bf

So last night the cursor on my tablet pen started having trouble gliding, only showing movement when actually making contact with the tablet. This made drawing cumbersome at best and impossible at worst. And now today it barely registers the pen at all and the cursor isn't even aligned with the pen tip. Reinstalling the drivers has not solved the problem. In short, this has made it completely and utterly impossible for me to draw.

Of course, this means that I'm not going to be able to update. I have gotten people to drawn an update in my stead in the past, but I would not like to rely completely on their kindness. So Dragons won't get updated once a day anymore, even if not by myself. I'm currently trying to get in touch with the company that made my tablet and get them to explain exactly what the fuck is going on here, and possibly either fix or replace the unit. I'm not sure how long that will take or how successful it will be. Worst case scenario, it's going to be weeks or months until I will be able to update again. Hopefully it won't come to that.

Thank you for reading, and thank you for following my quests.
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No. 55336 ID: c315be

It's cool man. Good luck with fixing your thing.
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No. 55339 ID: 5c94e7

>>55330
>>55330
What model tablet?
Have you left it out in over-heat conditions?
Have you tried manipulating it with anything else besides the stylus?
Also, I have money, you have problems.
Money fixes problems.
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No. 55348 ID: d1e9bf

>>55339
It's a "VisTablet"; some cheap thing. Got it nearly 50% off over Amazon just after Christmas. And I assure you, every effort was taken to ensure the well-being of the tablet. It was stored flat, in a low-moisture room-temperature area, with nothing on top of it. And yes, the stylus is the only thing that it registers. Er, used to register.

If you're implying what I think you are implying, then I am afraid that I must decline. That is very generous of you to offer, but I am sure I will be able to handle the financial burden, if it comes to such a thing.
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No. 55367 ID: d1e9bf

Okay so, update.

I realized this morning that the cursor still moves if it's in contact with the tablet itself. This means, that by gently touching the pen to the tablet lightly enough as to not register it as drawing anything, then I can still get the cursor to track the pen. This is a very unwieldy situation, however, and hardly suited for any drawing. So I guess that I will still be able to update, but the quality is going to take a hit and it's going to take me a while to get used to this. Oh, yeah, and the pressure sensitivity, which has been not functioning for a long time, has miraculously returned. Go figure.

...Man all I wanna do is quest. How hard must that be.
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No. 55376 ID: f2cd76

>>55367

maybe your nib's worn out? I know my Intuos4 destroys one or two nibs every busy week.
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No. 55378 ID: d1e9bf

>>55376
No, I replaced it right after these problems started.


Anyway I guess I've shown that I can update even with this gimped-ass tablet so uh crisis mostly averted. Like 80% averted. It's still gonna take me forever to make a single panel, though and I'm going to try to replace it anyway.
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No. 56169 ID: d1e9bf
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Seven wanted to know how Gren would have responded during the most recent update.
______________

R... rape Bo? What-- No-- I... I don't know, he... No, I shouldn't. He trusts me, and I don't want to just... to just break that. He'd leave, and I just... I need someone close to me.

Though... him squirming under me, completely helpless... Mmmmm...

...N-no!-- I'm not going to do that. D-damn it, I need to get my mind out of the gutter! I-I'm not even attracted to Bo, why would I do that!
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No. 56174 ID: b85f8c

>>56169
Yep, she's a Red dragon alright. Eeeeeeevil.
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No. 56177 ID: e3f578

>>56169
Not far enough man
We need full branches for this shit
What if she raped Bo
What if she didn't
Choose your own Canon!
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No. 56178 ID: d1e9bf

>>56177
Well, if she HAD raped him for whatever reason, then any chance of them actually being together would be right out the window. Bo would have left and never came back, which wouldn't fare too well with Gren.

So essentially everything I have planned for his character would be moot. And I have a lot planned, so I wouldn't be a very happy author.
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No. 56179 ID: 132b99

>>56178
it's only rape if you say no.
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No. 56181 ID: e3f578

>>56178
Then it's Bo's own quest of revenge or forgiveness! Including understanding his identity and what is a man.
Another split is Gren's redemption on top of her current arc.
Just a joke, but a slightly cool concept.
Imagine, a branching quest with two completely different, not-sure-which-is-canon storylines! Maybe even with some mindfuckery by blending the two different timelines, ala Evil Gren with a pasted-on goatee akin to the Community's own Imaginary Evil Abed arc/allusions!
Clearly, everyone but Bo doesn't know anything about defeating trolls.
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No. 56187 ID: d1e9bf

>>56181
But FlynnMerk already did that!
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No. 56191 ID: e3f578

What, really?
There's so many quests to keep up on.
And he's got a lot.
Is it that Minecraft quest? I'm confused what the hell is happening when I see it update and theirs a clothed version of the protagonist in one post and one where she just hangs free directly proceeding that update.
Okay, maybe that idea is a little too confusing.
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No. 56192 ID: d1e9bf

>>56191
Naw, it was "BlakeQuest", or rather the reboot of it. He did it... jeez, quite a long time ago. Several months, before his KSP quest.
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No. 56202 ID: 67e689

>>55093
I checked theaters, and it isn't out yet.

I hope it's not one of those things where they do it on the last day.
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No. 56452 ID: d1e9bf

Hey, everyone. I love each and every one of you that follow my quest, even if you don't suggest in it. But on the topic of suggestions, I have noticed something disturbing. There seems to be a surplus of inane and pointless "suggestions" in my quest as of late, that range from misguided assessments to mere comments to outright trolling. As an author, this is appalling to watch and really gives the impression that no one is taking what I do seriously. This would be fine if it were in, say, Soviet Hero because that is a completely not-serious quest. Dragons is not that. So when someone posts "kill your self..." (Which was an actual suggestion in the last thread, and has since been deleted) or "Grennie should slap her fat dong against the wall" (thanks dragoneyes, you 'wacky' underage shithead), what the fuck does that tell me? It screams in my face that the suggester doesn't consider my quest worth the time it takes to formulate an actual reply.

This can get infuriating, fast. And the way that some of you joked and made troll posts in my thread after I brought this issue up in IRC did NOT help. It's getting to such a point that, to be perfectly fucking honest, I am kind of sick of running quests just to see this kind of shit happen.
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No. 56453 ID: 997ce7

>>56452
Ouch. I'm sorry to hear that. I don't go on IRC, and I am legitimately interested in what would happen if Bo raped Gren and her mind presumably broke and Bo was eaten alive by his own guilt/Gren raped Bo and had a Heel Realization, etc.

If it really bothers you that much, I'll stop.
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No. 56457 ID: 9e3c3d

>>56453

Don't be creepy, man.
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No. 56469 ID: b85f8c

>>56453
I've said it before and I'll say it again.

I hate people like you.
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No. 56484 ID: d7e757

>>56453
Man, I never thought a "That Guy" would make himself so damn obvious.
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No. 56492 ID: 067a04
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On a slightly more cheery note, after Trout forgot the all-important, gender-revealing eyelash in >>426598 , Dylan, being the nicest, sexiest, and most helpful dude, kindly edited it in.

This is the canon image that was produced.
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No. 56496 ID: 223190

>>56452

eh, quests are about having fun. if a guy has fun making inane and inappropriate comments, I find that he should go for it.
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No. 56520 ID: 067a04

>>56496

..This explains so much.
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No. 56539 ID: 0cc858

>>56496
Don't forget the golden rule! While having fun is important, if you're making other people feel bad in the process then this is not good!
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No. 56548 ID: b85f8c

quest: big mob of angry racists at your doorstep, wat do
suggesters: "Yell at them!" "Breath FIRE!" "Give a big speech!"

why.jpg
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No. 56549 ID: 927efa

You actually listen to suggesters? BAHAHAHAHA There's your problem, Trout!
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No. 56556 ID: b85f8c

>>56549
Oh okay, nobody can suggest anymore then. Only authors can post.
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No. 56561 ID: 14a1d0

>>56556
Quality suddenly increases dramatically.
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No. 56584 ID: b2f225

Why are you doing this to yourselves? It makes no sense. Fortunately or unfortunately, there is no way to control the content of the suggestions. This is part of what constitutes this medium. However, there is no need to follow the majority. In stories where the characters have distinct personalities and the scenario have specific rules, give preference to those that are more consistent. If all the suggestions are stupid the character will end too confused to act, maybe even collapse. If you guys aren't having fun, it might be a good time to take a break and discuss your differences. Like proper gentlemen, please.
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No. 56588 ID: b85f8c

>>56584
Maybe you and all the other newfags that have been fucking things up lately should go read the quest advice thread stickied up top.

Whatever strange ideas you have about how quests work should be dispelled by that.
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No. 56590 ID: b2f225

>>56588
Sir, that's not how one makes an argument.
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No. 56605 ID: b85f8c

>>56590
I don't need to argue with you when I can point at a thread that addresses like, everything you said.
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No. 56606 ID: b2f225

>>56605
I was referring to your statements without any basis, not on the discussion about how a quest "should or should not be". In fact, this isn't even the point of discussion here.
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No. 56608 ID: b85f8c

>>56606
Ohhh, so you're trolling. Okay.

Oh, so you're banned. Okay.
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No. 56627 ID: d6ae01

Trout can run his quest however he wants.

Follow his requests, or don't participate. Bannings will happen otherwise.
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No. 56936 ID: 68852c

>>56556

do i count
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No. 56998 ID: 99090a
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"Uh... I don't really know how to play this game... I guess you win, I'm s-sorry that was short. I-- I don't wear clothes."
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No. 56999 ID: 99090a
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"U-um-- you won, w-why are YOU taking YOUR clothes off? P-please put your c-clothes back on!"
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No. 57002 ID: e3f578

>>56999
When you're out of clothes and still playing, you bet favors.
Obviously, for some favors the person that won might have to take off obstructing clothes. I mean, yeah, it defeats the purpose, if you're going to win you're supposed to keep the clothes on but how you gonna use them favors with 'em on?

The rule about strip poker is that everyone gets naked in the end.
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No. 57166 ID: 4a328b
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57166

Trout; you rock. Now dance for us~
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No. 57189 ID: fa9f7e

So Trout

How is babby formed

how dragun get pragnent
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No. 57194 ID: cf49fc

Babby is formed via bureacracy. It's very dull. Nothing to see, really.
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No. 57196 ID: 99090a
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>>57189
Well when a mommy dragon and a daddy dragon love each other very much...
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No. 57198 ID: fa9f7e

>>57196
What about when a daddy rapeknight loves hurting defenseless mommy dragons very much?


Also that picture is awesome
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No. 57201 ID: 32f0e3

>>57196
Best end.
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No. 57212 ID: c6ec33

>>57196
Oh god the babies are purple. ;___;

SO NOW WE HAVE A GOAL TO SHOOT FOR I GUESS

... like we weren't already. >___>
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No. 57213 ID: 99090a

>>57198
Isn't that something that's better left a surprise?

>>57212
Also that image is from a story-within-the-story, not an actual representation of Bo/Gren durrgon babbies jeez :V
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>>57196
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No. 57221 ID: 9718f3

Really though, there is no compelling reason to believe that she is pregnant. Mood swings and irrational anger are not uncommon behaviours for people who have gone through traumatic experiences to exhibit.

We don't know what dragon fertility cycles are like, and how they interact with laying eggs and stuff, which is a factor for Grentonis. And wouldn't there be hormones and stuff going on? Do dragons smell that shit? No clue. Guess we'll find out in the next three weeks though. Apparently how long it takes before egg laying, based on thread 1 info.
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No. 58612 ID: 13b599

put here so as not to clutter the main thread too much

>>/quest/442627
With those claws? Sounds iffy. Plus, he can hardly make out with himself, now can he? And how can we be sure he'll have time tomorrow? It could leave evidence if he did that, too. It's clearly not as good an option.

>>/quest/442638
1)It might not be with another dragon, but it makes sense that it would still make him more confident in that field. After this, the normal thing should be less frightening by comparison! What makes you think the Splanchnologist would have no emotion for it, though?
2)Aside from the tentacles, it seems pretty conventional. Though that is kind of a major thing.
3)ITQ is all about breaking the fourth wall and such shenanigans. Does it bother you when other characters do it? And I suppose you'd disagree, but this situation looks pretty goofy.
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No. 58615 ID: b85f8c

>>58612
Yeah, I noticed the claws too, but I figured that was more of an abstraction for ease of drawing. Surely he has palms? Then again it hasn't really been distracting him much in the quest, despite what Dessen says.

Dessen has been shown to go for these sorts of things for entirely pragmatic purposes. It feeds off of bodily fluids, like it says. My impression is that any emotion Dessen would have in this context would be awkwardness or amusement, maybe even a faint sense of disgust, up until the end when the 'meal' arrives.

The tentacles are entirely what is weird about it. It wouldn't be like being intimate with a dragon at all, and not a girl either! Dessen is genderless, and Boaga is a straight male without any xenophilic tendencies as far as we can tell.

It does bother me a little when characters ask other characters questions via ITQ. At one point it got a bit out of control, but I think it's been like, over a year since I've had any serious objections to it. That PARTICULAR type of question that Dessen has asked bothers me far more. Like I said, power fantasy character, self-insert fanfic, etc.
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No. 58617 ID: 13b599

>>58615
Still, it seems awkward and wouldn't give him the same sort of experience.
In his time awake it's come up a few times (between Gren and Dil) and given him pause each time. The fact that he might have actually considered it seems like an indication of potential trouble. It's still definitely no time to be doing it with Gren, who may have more strange mood swings.

I don't think that's been shown to be the case, or if it has, it might not always be. It does seem to like Bo in some way, at least. That's something he could ask about if it seems like a concern, too.

As far as xenophilic tendencies go, what's the harm in finding out?

Interactions with Maolla are the only ones I can remember that involved anything other than stuff like... hugs. And that was Maolla.
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No. 58618 ID: e3f578

He could learn endurance, which is pretty important.
It might be awkward for Boaga simply because it's a sensation he's never felt before, but I think that's all. He probably won't get any more sense of awkwardness from sex with Dessen then sex with Gren simply because both sensations will be completely alien to him. I don't think Bo will also be able to determine what Dessen is feeling from the experience because the guy will be so wrapped up in his own sensations he won't be able to tell what the big cosmic confusing thing is thinking, nor will he care to. Instinct will probably take over by then.

Besides having awkward sex now will probably make his next encounter, with whoever it may be, less awkward simpley because he knows what the fuck he's getting into sensation wise. He ain't gonna go big-eyed and get his o-face immediately after that because he'd be slightly prepared for the instense nerve feedback.
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No. 58619 ID: b85f8c

>>58617
Ehhhhh... I still don't think it's important enough to require anything more than masturbation.

Well Toastline would be the authority here, I'm just stating my impression from what I've seen of Dessen in NQ and its related quests, where it's had the most screen time.

No harm I suppose. I just think it's unlikely that he'll enjoy it much. I suppose that's no reason to avoid trying it at all though, since he can stop if it IS too weird for him.

Even the attempt bothers me.
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No. 58635 ID: 9ca12a
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58635

Perhaps you won't appreciate a response in this form, but that is unfortunate.
>>58619
It may not be. You're missing the idea what I'm offering is more than simply relief.

To be quite honest, I only make an offer like this to a small selection of those I consider my friends. I'd experience amusement and disgust well after the 'meal' arrived. These are familiar to me. It's more important that our dragon friend enjoys the experience, and gets something out of it. That I acquire some fluids is a welcome bonus, but it's hardly the purpose in this case.

I wouldn't make the offer if I didn't expect him to enjoy it. Similarly, I wouldn't want to force him into anything he disliked.

The attempt to have hugs bothers you?
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No. 58793 ID: d6ae01
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58793

So britishhat asked trout to draw his ponchbo story, and trout seemed like he wasn't willing to do it. But little does anyone know, Trout actually did draw it! And he gave the images to me to keep in secret forever.

But then he made fun of me so that went out the window.

I WILL NOW PRESENT THE IMAGES TROUT AND NOT ME HAVE DRAWN.

Story reposted for convenience:

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I'm not exactly sure how we ended up in this situation, but I was walking down this never ending road with Boaga on my back in an attempt to block the pouring rain. It was hard to tell whether I would have preferred being wet over being weighted down by the weight of a whole other dragon. At least Bo was pretty small.

We had been going along like this for about an hour with the only issue my tiring legs. Something was starting to bother me, though. The feeling of something poking me in the back. Figuring it was little more than idle daydreaming, I did my best to ignore it. What was harder to ignore was that his arms around my neck were beginning to tighten, making the whole uncomfortable situation even more so.

The rain had made the both of us somewhat slick, and he had been holding onto my neck with his forelegs to stay on my back. Perhaps that was causing some sort of... reaction, but I focused on the road ahead. The warmth of another dragon made the rain more bearable, but I would much rather be back in my cave. The grip around my neck get even tighter, and I could feel Bo sliding backwards off my back when-
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“Ahh!” I shouted involuntarily, feeling a very sudden and uncalled for intrusion. My knees shook at the shock, and Bo began to shake, digging in his claws, nearly drawing blood. I turned to look back at him, doing my best to keep my pace, and his eyes were shut tight, a blush upon his face. He seemed to be extremely embarrassed, as was I with this unintentional act underway. I did my best to do the same, and I kept walking regardless of the dragon stuck inside me.
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No. 58795 ID: d6ae01
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It wasn't an altogether unpleasant feeling, possibly... arousing, and I could tell Bo felt the same, his attempts to pull himself back up replaced with those to keep him in place. The motions of my walking stimulating the both of us, I could feel a blush heavy on my face as well, my breath was getting hotter, and so was Bo's, warm on my neck.

We continued like this for a minute or two, my pace slowed to a drunken saunter as the feelings continued to build. The pressure on my neck returned once again, but in a repetitive pattern, and I could immediately tell why. As he had begun slipping out, he pulled on my neck to push himself back in, and he loosened and tightened his grip to create a sort of rhythm.
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At this point it was all I could do to stay standing, and he continued increasing in quickness. As I could feel him reaching climax, I wrapped my tail around him and pulled him in, my insides filling up as I too lost control of myself, collapsing to the ground. We added to the puddle we had fallen into, and I slumped my head to the ground, Bo resting his on my neck.

Neither of us said a word to each other, simply resting on the side of the road as a pile of content dragons. With the rain more intense than it was before, pounding all around me, it was then that I was the most glad I had him for a poncho.
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No. 58868 ID: 6a1ec2
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>she doesn't stop walking
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No. 70129 ID: 4e4163
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Dragons is now in the graveyard. It's gone, along with my desire to continue it in any fashion. I had great plans for this quest, and I felt good about them once upon a time, but that's gone now, and in its place is regret and sorrow.

Dragons was my third quest here in TGChan, after the abortive Clockwork Bird and Soviet Hero. And there is a chance that it be my last. It was also the one closest to completion. Since its inception, Dragons was plagued by a great number of people who loathed the one off-screen rape I had included, and seemed to absolutely hate me and everything I ever did as a result. I'm not blaming them, however. I should have taken this as a sign to stop. But while it was running, I enjoyed it at times, and a few friends also seemed to like it, so everything was fine for a while. For a long time I was even updating daily. And Boaga is probably my most popular character overall, if fanart is anything to go by. However, after really realizing how many awful mistakes I've made with it and how it affects people's views of me, it hit me how badly I've fucked up, and subsequently have lost the urge to quest at all. I rarely even visit TGchan anymore, and I've stopped reading quests entirely. So I'm ending it. Slinkoboy once told me to never use this word, but: I REGRET ever starting this quest. I REGRET continuing it. And I REGRET how, because of some of the materal, it has become the basis on which people judge me.

So I apologize for anyone that I've offended over the course of the quest's life. It was a terrible thing and I shouldn't have done it. I can't say that alone excuses the harrassment I have recieved from some because of it, but that's in the past now. You guys won. I don't want to quest anymore, and I hope you feel accomplished in that.

As of right now, I am not sure how this will affect Soviet Hero (even though no one seems to be interested in that quest anymore), or any of the future quests I have had kicking around in my head. As I have said, I am not too keen on questing again, but who knows how that will change?

As the quest dragged on, I updated less and less, and I KNOW I lost readers. But if any of you out there are still interested, I can tell you what I had planned for the ending, which was close. Or, maybe, I could save it in the (likely vain) hope that I feel good enough about everything to either start it up again or write a conclusion.

And lastly, I apologize if my writing isn't coherent. I love questing and this is a very difficult decision for me, and it's hard to keep my thoughts straight. Thank you for reading Dragons, and I deeply apologize to those few of you who enjoyed it.
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No. 70130 ID: f2c20c

>>70129
Wait seriously? People harassed you over that? I know people teased you about it, but I didn't know people were actually offended by it.
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No. 70131 ID: 933f92

>>70129
Keep on keeping on, Trout. Know that I really liked your quests and their simplicity, making them easy to follow even from the front page and entertaining all the while.
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No. 70132 ID: 57a559

I always liked your quests trout, well okay dragons was the only one I knew you did.
the only problem I had with you is that for some reason in my head I confuse you with Slinkoboy, which isn't that much of a problem unless I'm trying to classify and organize information.
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No. 70135 ID: 735f4f

You should not regret anything. Your quest was entertaining and well thought out. There are plenty of odd quests on this board and I say to you what I would say to anyone here.

"Do not let internet assholes get you down."

Every story is different and if someone does not like reading something they can just hide the thread. Do not let idiots censor you by tricking you into censoring yourself.
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No. 70141 ID: c6319f

I thought that Dragons was generally excellent. In fact, the only mark against it that I can note was that it was frequented by shitheads who didn't take it seriously who lessened the enjoyment for everyone and kept away new readers. That's not on you, you shut them down just like you should have. If anything you should have done it sooner but it's a tricky issue and I think you handled it admirably.
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No. 70144 ID: 9ddf68

I really don't know how to say this so I'm just going to say it, Don't quit questing because of other assholes. If you want to quit questing because YOU want to then go ahead as it is your choice but you shouldn't quit just because some asshats said they didn't like your work. As for the whole rape seen in the beginning you really didn't come up with that, the questers suggested it so they hold just as much blame as you. Also you really shouldn't care to much what people on the internet think of you as most, if not all of them you will never even meat in real life and there are a group of people on the internet that only exist to piss other people off (coughtrollscough). As for the looking back and hating your older work... well that's actually kind of natural as you tend to learn things the more you do them so after questing for a while you start to learn the ins and outs and then can see the mistakes you might have missed when you started and people do change with time so there is that to. What I am saying is if you want to quit questing then you have every right to quit, but just do it because you want to quit not because of some pricks that don't like your work.
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No. 70174 ID: f2c20c

>>70144
>they hold just as much blame as you

Hey hang on, don't imply that was our fault. Grennie was supposed to get raped by the knight, that was the entire driving force behind the quest. The event was the launching point for the story. We only had influence over the details.
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No. 70176 ID: 2baea8

I would just like to say that Soviet Hero was one of my favorite quests, and I am sad to see it go. I'm more neutral to dragons, but I did follow it as well.
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No. 70190 ID: 4e4163

Thanks for all your kind words. After a number of people came to me in IRC and said they did enjoy Dragons and they were sad to see it go, and now I feel quite a bit better about it. So instead of killing it outright, I'm just going to say it's on indefinite hiatus-- Meaning there's a chance that I'll come back to it, but probably not anytime soon. I'm sure that more than a few people would prefer this.

It was not so much the criticisms I received that lead to this, but just my own feelings of how I've conducted the quest so far. I feel like I haven't really done anything right with it at any point. I can't even bring myself to read it, because all I see is mistake after mistake after mistake. I know this isn't exactly the case, given that a lot of people have told me that they enjoy the quest, but it's something that I have been completely unable to shake.

I don't plan to quit questing entirely, especially not Soviet Hero. SH is the best quest I've done in my opinion, and after finally putting Dragons away and doing some reflection, I've regained a good amount of my drive to quest. You can expect me to start updating SH at least again, probably sometime this week. I'm even continuing with planning for my next quest. So, don't sweat it, it's just Dragons that's being quit. I'll still be around.
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No. 70191 ID: 65449b

I concur that Soviet Hero is awesome.
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No. 70192 ID: 735f4f

You can always reboot it if you want.
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No. 70194 ID: 4e4163

>>70192
That's not a very appealing choice. Like I said, the quest was very near the end.
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No. 70196 ID: 25fe40

>>70194
Then finish it bruv
power through & yll feel 10 times better
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No. 70199 ID: 5f0c78

>>70190
For what it's worth, I don't see the mistakes in Dragons that you referred to. I can see the characters *in* it making some mistakes, big ones, in-character; that's normal for interesting characters, and actually unusual among quests. But I don't see the serious mistakes you're talking about at the quest meta-level.

You picked a very serious topic, and introduced it right at the start. Then you turned it into the premise for a very interesting quest. That'll definitely polarize your audience, sure, but I have a hard time seeing it as a mistake, just a challenge to live up to. And I think the ensuing quest delivered on that challenge.

Taking a sizable break from it seems like a good idea. Right now, you're burned out on it, and you got a lot of negativity out of it, and as a result when you look back on it you see more of the bad than the good. The folks sending praise your way are the ones who look at your quest and see the good.
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No. 79821 ID: 0c1a69

Hey, Trout, I have a real knack for being oblivious to things, if you happen to start up a new thread after the Lynd one where we saw Boaga, too, please post a link here. :)
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No. 79823 ID: 44b350

>>79821
Drgons runs Lyndquest, I was just brought along for the ride. I'm not sure if there's a disthread for their stuff, but that's where you'd be better off asking. Drgons does what a Drgons pleases, I have no bearing on when or where.

>>/quest/562193 is a thing that's happening, but I haven't been told anything about it, so a link is all I can give.
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No. 79824 ID: 0c1a69

Yeah, see, oblivious. Thanks for the link though, I'll keep an eye on that.
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No. 82110 ID: 68bbc5

>>82099
Speaking as the guy who came up with Cloud Yeti, I want to say that I love The Job so far, and how you've developed all the characters.

This is the quest with the most hype for me right now, and I eagerly await how it plays out.
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No. 82116 ID: d15e22

>>82110
I'm glad you're liking it so far!
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