A Collection of Norrathian Homo-Erotica and other Fetishes

[Rygar]

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Part 1: The Voyeurism of Filbus Furyfoot

I arrived early to secure my post in the tiny Halfling cottage. I chose the closet at the end of the bedroom as opposed to the window this time. It was indeed a risk as no door could hide me, but I was tired of the obscured view and disruptions from the passing guards. Besides, I was accustomed to lurking in the shadows and had faith I would not be detected.

All of Rivervale knew of Yola Sweetcookie's desire of the flesh, but I knew today who would be her prize. I waited with baited breath as the front door opened... Alas, it was only Yola. She came into the bedroom and stripped off her clothes, I looked away in respect. She slipped on her lingerie and lay on the bed, awaiting her champion of Norrath (and mine as well).

With a loud bang Filbus threw open the door and stumbled towards the bedroom in his JumJum induced stupor, he cast his weapons aside at the foot of the bed.

"I've been waiting for you M'Lord..." said Yola as she reached into the end table drawer. "I have gathered all that you ask".

"Then..*hic*...get on with it woman... *hic*... you know what I like.." he said.

"As you wish..." she presented the decapitated head of Nillipuss and proceeded to rub it about her neck and breast, the blood dripping all about her body.

"Yessss...." groaned Filbus as he rubbed his belly in delight. "Now, the other item..."

With her other hand she produced the flayed face of Lord Pickclaw from RunnyEye Citadel, cured and fashioned into a crude mask from Rivervale's finest tailor. She pulled it down over her face.

"Ohhhhh you naughty, naughty goblin..." Filbus exclaimed with delight as he stripped off his breastplate. He rubbed his nipples and laughed in his crazed erotic state.

Yola knelt down and unfashioned his girdle... Filbus' gut shot forth with such force that it knocked her back onto the bed. So aroused was I by the hypnotic dancing of his flesh that I moaned aloud! I would have been discovered if it wasn't for the timely flatulence of Filbus.

He removed the rest of this clothes but held fast to his bottle of Jum. He climbed onto the bed and poured his bottle into Yola's belly button and began to lavishly savor every drop.

I squinted hard to catch a glimpse of Filbus' backside amidst the dim torchlight. It was customary for all Half-Men to weave their pubic hair into intricate designs, but that of Filbus was said to be legendary. Just as he entered Yola, my eyes adjusted and I looked on in pure wonder as I took in the sight before me...

His left testicle had many a braid twisted and formed to make the splitting image of Mayor Gubbin himself, a likeness so great that it rivaled the bust placed in City Hall! His right testicle was cinched so tight with a length of fishing line that it turned a deep blue, the surrounding hair dyed white... as it swung in the moonlight I saw that it represented none other than his mortal enemy, Llandris (surely this was done as a token of respect). His taint flowed with patterns of flowers and fauna present in the Misty Thicket and formed a woven circle about his sphincter.

Many had speculated what this circle represented... the entrance to Rivervale or Runnyeye? A poetic take on the circle of life? But to me it simply represented a wishing well where dreams could come true.

I could tell Filbus was building towards his climax as he had instructed Yola to begin asphyxiating him with a pair of Runnyeye Warbeads, I adjusted my pace to match suit.

Then, as was said to be standard practice with Filbus, he signaled his end by emitting a belch so loud that it reverberated throughout the lands and sent the nearby undead of Kithicor Forest fleeing as surely as any dragon's roar would. Tonight, Rivervale was safe... thanks to Filbus.

As the couple fell asleep on the bed I decided it was best to make my exit. As I had just finished getting dressed I stumbled upon the discarded bottle of JumJum and crashed to the floor! Quickly I retreated and stood in terror at the back of the closet, holding my breath.

The lovers awoke still in a daze. Filbus looked about the room, trying to assess for any threats to their safety.

"Baby, please don't get up, it was nothing.. probably just the wind" Yola pleaded. "I'm cold, keep me warm".

Filbus eventually eased and began to slide back into bed against Yola. But he just had to know if his intuition was wrong... He lifted up his left breast and pulled forth his coveted Evil Eye Lens (https://wiki.project1999.com/Evil_Eye_Lens) and glimpsed through the ancient artifact, looking deep into the closet.

My worst fears had been realized, Filbus smiled as he saw my panic stricken face staring right back at him.

"You're right baby, it was nothing..." he said as he pursed his lips my direction, winked an eye, and nodded his head towards the door. I tip-toed away without a second thought as he lay back down and went to sleep.

Tale as told by Sadiki Senshiro in his famous journal: Close Encounters of Voyeurism

[Sadiki]

what

[Mead]

I camed three times reading this

[AzzarTheGod]

Inb4 whale

[Muggens]

Tells a nasty tale, blames it on his friends
U should include rygar in this, u perv

[Baler]

Waiting for Skarlorn's response. ._.

[kotton05]

Did you get the rights from Sadiki to use their journal? The law offices of norrath want to know

[Halox]

Uhhh... Wut?

[Kaight]

stumbled towards the bedroom in his JumJum induced stupor

lol

[Lulz~Sect]

https://i.imgur.com/03ycYq2_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium

[Pokesan]

didn't read that but lawyer up dude. adding to the filbus chronicles without implied oral consent violates both the creative use license and google adwords policy.

[JurisDictum]

didn't read that but lawyer up dude. adding to the filbus chronicles without implied oral consent violates both the creative use license and google adwords policy.

Poke is right, freedom is over on the internet. If not now then soon.

[skarlorn]

5 started thread for accuracy this is a definite addition to the filbus chronicle congratulations and welcome

[Lhancelot]

https://i.imgur.com/HRSN8mP.gif

[AzzarTheGod]

https://i.imgur.com/HRSN8mP.gif

Bars

[Lulz~Sect]

Your ForumQuest been slipping bruh

[Lhancelot]

https://imgur.com/gallery/npszYEk

Is that you Spyder?

[skarlorn]

Spyder seems mad someone did a better job fan ficcing my eq fan fiction :o

[Lhancelot]

Spyder seems mad someone did a better job fan ficcing my eq fan fiction :o

I don't think I ever read any of Spyder's fanfic. What did he write about?

[skarlorn]

Weeeeird shit dude, I didn't really read much of it either

[Lulz~Sect]

people read OPs post?

yikeS

[Pokesan]

*******************FINAL DRAFT & OFFICAL CANNON OF PROJECT 1999************************

ORIGIN STORY OF Filbus Furyfoot <BDA> and Tekilya Wu’Tang <Asgard>





The Lost Adventures of Filbus Furyfoot and Tekilya Wu’Tang Part 1 – “Humble Beginnings”





The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the third age by some, an Age yet to come, an age long passed, a wind rose in the Misty Thicket. This wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings or endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was *a* beginning. There once was a warrior named Filbus Furyfoot. He was not the strongest, cleverest, nor best looking of warriors. In fact he was quite homely and considered an outcast by most. While growing up in the Misty Thicket, Filbus was routinely kicked and beaten by the other Halflings due to his small stature (even by Hafling standards). The adults seemed to turn a blind eye to the torment of young Filbus. Girls would mock him for his horrendous looks, boys would beat him unconscious, and all the entire village would chuckle in the background while drinking mead around the fire. To Filbus, the world was a simple and disturbing place – wake up alone, eat at school alone, get beaten at recess, and then run home to the sound of laughter as kids threw rocks at him. Some of the more nasty children started to call him “Fail-bus Furycrotch” after a rumor started that Filbus had visited a local cleric because it burned when he would pee.



As the years went on the abuse grew harsher, and young Filbus decided he had had enough. Packing up his meager belongings, Filbus set out into the great wide open in search of the the city of dreams – The City of Qeynos. The road to Qeynos was not an easy one. Almost as soon as his journey began, Filbus was robbed by bandits while traveling in the Northern Karanas. After months of travel and countless unspeakable deeds, the bandits sold Filbus to a slave trader who was on his way to, of all places, Qeynos! The corrupt guards would not let Filbus into the city at first. Only free citizens were allowed in the city proper. He was told that he would either free himself from slavery via combat, or he would die in the sands of the arena. Forced to fight other orphans in what the locals called “Bum Fights”, Filbus could not catch a break and was beaten in his first 4 duels. It was not until he defeated another orphan child by the name of Detoxx that he was finally allowed into the city, but that tail is for another time.



Having no money or friends, Filbus quickly found himself living at a local tavern under the thumb of a sickly Bard name Kekephee. Kekephee would keep him doped up on Rustle Leaf and make Filbus dance every night for the older men as they smoked their pipes and stroked their beards (among other things). One night during a Rustle Leaf induced haze, Filbus had a moment of clarity. He picked his pants up from around his ankles and ran for the hills. Kekephee squirmed with rage as Filbus ran, but in the end the warrior got away.



The winds of fate and unknowable and unfathomable to the mortal mind, but in the Qeynos Hills, young Filbus would be blown into someone who he would help change the world with - Tekilya Wu’Tang. Tekilya was battling the gnolls of Black Burrow in order to get his orange headband when he heard what he thought was a woman’s scream. As Tekilya turned to investigate the scene, he saw a cowering male Halfing being dragged inside Black Burrow by a group of Gnolls. Master Wu had expressly forbidden Tekliya from entering the Den until he had completed his training, but Tekilya was a man of action. Like a demon of unbridled rage he burst into the den, round house kicking Gnolls left and right in a fury of fists and feet. Filbus looked up through blackened eyes, and with his last breath before he fell unconscious, he whispered as quiet as the wind, “Thank you monk, let me cuck for you”. And with that, darkness took Filbus Furyfoots thoughts.



Filbus could not tell you how much time passed then, but when he awakened, he was in the Temple of The Whislting Fist. Master Wu was standing over him, puffing on his pipe, staring at Filbus with his ever critical eye. Tekilya was running laps in the garden as punishment, his muscles glistening in the summer air. As was usual, the balcony was filled with ladies of all ages who had come to watch the young monk train, such was an everyday ritual among the ladies of Qeynos. Master Wu dispersed the crowd and called out to Tekilya that his punishment was over as Filbus, for the first time in days, started to come back to life. Filbus, not knowing where he was or what had happened, started to undress with bashful eyes under the hard gaze of Master Wu. Quick as lightning Wu cracked Filbus over the head with his staff, and darkness again took the warrior. Master Wu and Tekilya Wu’Tang spent the next 7 days building Furyfoot back into a man, nursing him back to life both mentally and physically. Then on the 8th day, Master Wu received a letter that would change both Filbus and Tekilya’s destiny forever….





The Lost Adventures of Filbus Furyfoot and Tekilya Wu’Tang Part 2 – “The Dark Monk Rises”





Tekilya sat awake in bed staring at the ceiling. He glanced over at the two High Elf girls in his bed and could not help but smile to himself. But as Master Wu had taught him, pleasures of the flesh were a weakness that he could not afford for much longer. Gathering his composure and putting on his robe, Tekliya decided to go for a moonlit walk to the water gardens to clear his mind. As he walked the grounds, he heard a sniffling sound from behind the mule shed. Curious, Tekilya walked around to the back of the building and found Filbus sitting on the ground crying. This was not an unusual sight in the Temple of the Whistling Fist. Ever since Tekliya had freed Filbus from Black Burrow, the warrior had been haunted by night terrors. He would wake up screaming “KE-KE-KE-KEPHEEEEEE NOOOOOOOO” and go into uncontrollable spasms. Master Wu said it was only Rustle Leaf withdraws, but Tekilya could see a deeper pain behind the eyes of the Halfling. There was a story there, but this was not the time nor the place to prod.



The next day Filbus sat in the garden with the ladies of Qeynos to watch Tekilya train (as he always did). It had become clear to anyone who watched the pair that the warrior had developed an unyielding admiration for the monk. Tekilya, being a man of wisdom and kindness, had befriended Filbus in an attempt to lift the Halflings spirits and clear the haunted look from his eyes. But today was a special day, it was the last day of training in Qeynos. Earlier in the week Master Wu had told the pair that he had received Tekilya’s letter of acceptance into the Ashen Order. A trip to Freeport would be necessary to continue training. As Wu was explaining the trials of Befallen, Tekilya looked over and saw the heartbreak in Filbus’s eyes, and he knew right then that he could not leave the little guy; for Tekilya was a kind and empathetic soul, a trait that would ultimately lead to a dark betrayal…but that is for later.



As the two said their goodbyes and gathered for the trip to the wizard spires, Filbus wiped the snot from his nose and stared up at Master Wu with childlike eyes. Wu snorted in contempt and walked away from the pair without even a wave – a tough Master indeed.



Meanwhile in Qeynos…



Standing in the shadows, Kekephee wiped the grease from his forehead as he rocked back and forth. That was him alright, the little sh!t Halfling that had escaped from the tavern. Since that time sales had taken a nose dive and Kekephee was in deep with the Corrupt Qeynos Guards for gambling debts. Yes…that was him, Kekephees ticket out of debt – Filbus Furyfoot. Kekephee grinned as he turned on bard speed and set out for the Karanas…



It was dusk when Tekilya and Filbus adventurers arrived at a gypsy Inn near the Wizard spire. Their Dial-a-port was still several hours away, so the two decided to get some supper. Tekilya could not help but notice that the waitress was making eyes at him. After dinner and a few rounds of drinks, Tekilya and the waitress headed up stairs – heavy breathing, sounds of ecstasy, screams of pleasure – all the while Filbus sat in the corner playing with his rock collection and sipping Virgin Shirley Temples.



**BOOOOOOOM** Startled, Tekilya threw his robes on and grabbed his Jade Mace, a gift from Master Wu. Down stairs in the Inn, Kekephee squealed with glee has he grabbed Filbus by the throat and dragged him towards the door. Tekilya burst into his forms, weaving in and out and obliterating Kekephee’s minions. That is until his Jade Mace cracked against a Staff of Shielding. With a dead look in his eyes, an unknown Monk met Tekilya’s gaze. “This one is mine” he said, and suddenly everything went dark for Tekilya. His last vision was that of the Dark Monk and Kekephee racing at Bard speed towards the nearby Wizard Spire.



When Tekilya came to, he noticed a headband laying on the ground – “Chest <BDA>” was written on the inseam. What was this BDA? Who was this Chest? What had Tekilya stumbled into? All he knew was that his friend Filbus had been taken – and that would not stand. Gathering his gear, Tekilya walked into the night towards Highpass Hold. The next few weeks would prove to test the limits of his endurance…





The Lost Adventure of Filbus Furyfoot and Tekilya Wu’Tang Part 3 – “Un-Freeport”





Thirty one days. Thirty one days it had taken Tekilya to climb the fabled High Pass Mountains and arrive in Kithicor Forest. The Gnolls and Orcs of High Pass had proven to be a powerful enemy. But in the end they were no match for a disciple of Master Wu. During this time Tekilya had united the locals of the area and fought the Orcs and Gnolls to their knees. The local High Shaman had wanted to crown Tekilya as King, and countless nobles had offered their daughters with a lust for power burning in their eyes. But the life of a monk is one of servitude and disciple, not crowns and wealth. Rumors were that Captain Bosec was going to build a Keep in honor of King Tekilya – High Hold Keep they would call it, but that is another story altogether. After turning down the crown and implementing a democracy, Tekilya continued his journey to Freeport. Clinching the headband of Chest in his hands, Tekilya reminded himself that there were debts that needed collecting.



The road from Kithicor to Freeport was without incident, and it was not long before Tekilya found himself on the grounds of the Ashen Order, face to face with Master Wu. Wu had traveled to Freeport after the Dial-a-Port Wizard had informed him that no one was at the spires for the pickup so many weeks ago. After a brief reunion with Wu, Tekilya was updated on what had happened in the last 30 days….



Evil was afoot in Norrath, songs of war were being sang, and children were dying by the drove. The injustices of the world can be summed up in those 3 words – “Children are dying”. A horde of cannibals had come from the Ocean of Tears and invaded Norrath. Tekilya’s breath caught in this throat when Wu told him the description of the leader, a dark monk with a fetish for children. Chest Rockwell. Chest had starting calling the invasion “The Zerg of Purity”, and he would shout from roof tops that this was the future of Norrath – that you might call this the New World Order of Norrath – Bregen D’Aerth.



As Tekilya was absorbing the news that war had come, Wu told him about poor Filbus. Kekephee had assumed the title of Herald of the Zerg and would run through the streets singing his songs of rage while a nude Filbus was dragged behind him in chains. Three times a day Filbus performed donkey shows in the town square to entertain the locals as Kekephee preached the tenants of the BDA Code of Conduct. Tekilya was told that Filbus no longer spoke. When he was addressed directly in any manner, Filbus would simply fall to his knees, close his eyes, and open his mouth as tears started streaming down his face.



It was at this time that Tekilya’s Inner Flame ignited. Master Wu had taught him how to turn on his Inner Flame for short durations of time while in battle, but this time was different. This time the flame only grew stronger as time passed. Consumed with rage, Tekilya discovered that BDA had formed a partnership with the evil Noble Djorn. The Plane of Sky was a staging ground to not only attack Freeport, but all of Norrath. From the clouds no one would be safe, not as long as Kekephee and Chest lived.



Master Wu saw the look in Tekilyas eyes and smiled. “Ah my son, I see the fury of the Wu’Tang has awoken in you. The last time the spirit of our ancestors intervened so directly, nations were crushed and Kerafyrm the Destroyer was put to sleep. I take pity on the Zerg now.” And with that Master Wu started walked away. With one last glance back to Tekilya, Wu whispered “Save him Tekilya, save the Halfling”. Master Wu vanished into the shadows.



Meanwhile in Plane of Sky…



“Dance piggy, dance!” *Kekephee cracks whip*



Smiling smugly, Kekephee remove his gimp mask as he walked over the corpse of the Noble Djorn to stand beside his master, Lord Chest. The alliance between Sky and BDA had not lasted long. As soon as The Zerg had access to the plane, it was but a matter of time before they had taken it over completely. Under the critical eye of Chest Rockwell, BDA officers now plotted the takeover of all of Norrath. As the officers were discussing plans and wiping grease from their foreheads, a shimmering light appeared next to the throne. As the portal opened, an obese Ogre came hobbling through, coughing violently. Chest stood to backhand the intruder, but then he froze in terror and kneeled. “BOW FAGGOTS” Chest roared as High Lord Fatnar ascended the steps towards the throne. “We have a problem Cuck” Fatnar said as he stared down at Chest. “There is a monk in Freeport that has the potential to ruin all of our plans, dispose of him immediately”.



“Yes Sire” Chest replied.



And with that Chest summoned his disciples…….

Kekephee, Herald of the Zerg, High Prince of Pedophilia, King of Grease

Juevento, Lord Chests #1 Cuck, Bringer of AIDS

Trolololol, Ambassador of Embarrassment and Failed Troll Posts

Rebbon, Leader of Propaganda, Batphones, and Faggotry



“CUCKS” Chest roared – “To Freeport to dispose of this monk….and take that “thing” with you”. Filbus then lost control of his bowls as Chest gazed upon him. The next few hours would change the face of Norrath forever.





The Lost Adventures of Filbus Furyfoot and Tekilya Wu’Tang Part 4 – “LOVE Is A Four Letter Word”





Tekilya stared at the scene in front of him with cold disregard. The BDA Zerg was here by the thousands, devouring the sky plane as maggots would a bloated corpse. From the outside you would see nothing but an emotionless, perfectly chiseled body glistening in the sunlight, staring at nothing and everything all at once. But if you could see inside, well, you would see an indomitable will made of cold molten iron that burned with the intensity of the gods themselves.



“Enough” Tekilya whispered to himself. Then as the intensity grew wilder, more out of control, he found himself running towards island 1.5 screaming- “ENOOOOOOOOOOUGH”, and with that he launched himself into the air, into the clouds themselves.



The Zerg noticed the intruder as he landed in a cloud of dust, slowly standing and taking full measure of the BDA officer core. In the blink of an eye the fury of the Wu’Tang was unleashed.



Kekephee’s mind did not even register that Tekilya had moved, let alone that his staff had just crushed the left side of his head into a shattered pulp. Blood and feces poured from Kekephee as his limp body was then, for the lack of a better word, punted from the island. Kekephee did not even have time to start screaming before his body was well on its way to a watery grave in Western Freeport Bay. But Kekephee would not perish this day, rather he would become a disfigured villain and one of Tekilya greatest foe’s, but that tale is for another time.



All at once Juevento and Trolololol realized they were in trouble and started to run. But no quick enough. With a thrust, Tekilya stabbed his staff through Jueventos genitalia and out his rectum. Gasping his last breaths, Tekilya punch a hand into Jueventos chest and ripped his still beating heart out. Taking a bite of the still pulsing heart, Tekilya smiled as he discarded the left overs onto the floor. Fast as a viper Tekilya activated his White Lotus Bracer and launched a volley of surikens at Trolololol. The surikens hit just as Trolololol had tried jumping from the island, pinning him to the building in midair. “Stick around” Tekilya said as he delivered a fatal round house kick that literally ripped Trololol apart at the waist.



Rebbon had started CoTHing BDA members to the island the second Tekilyas attack had started, but in mere seconds his force was decimated. Rebbon fell to his knees pleading for his life. But mercy was not the way of the Wu’Tang. Tekilya picked Rebbon up over his head, and with a scream of rage he ripped Rebbon in half. Holding Rebbon’s torso, the mage whispered “please….no more”, and so Tekilya ripped his throat out in mercy.



Tekilya saw motion out of the corner of his eye….FILBUS! The Halfling was running to hide behind the throne. But if Filbus was there, where was Ches- ….Darkness took Tekilya as Chests mace smashed into the back of his head.



“Very good Cuck, very good” Fatnar said as he wobbled over to the unconscious body of Tekilya. “This one had me worried for a moment”



“No more” bellowed High Wizard Calias. With a start, Fatnar and Chest looked over and were stunned silent by the gleaming warriors that had assembled behind Calias. These were not normal warriors, these looked like Hero’s from a story book. Wielding weapons and armor BDA had never even seen before, Chest stood in awe as he gazed at the most beautiful and well geared woman he had ever laid eyes upon, Florid Lotus.



From the back of the group a drunken bard in magnificent armor and a sword that seemed to sing on its own asked “Are we here to fuck or fight, because I could do either right about now”.



“Shut up Dyzzi” Pint said as he surveyed the scene. He noticed Chest had started to urinate in the back corner of the throne room. “Hey, you with the tiny cock in your hand, drop it and surrender”



And all at once the Asgardians charged. The BDA Zerg was in such awe of the warriors that none could even fight back until it was too late. Their Primal Weapons and Epics were more than a match for the bronze armor and Rusty Short Swords of the BDA zerg. They came as warrior of pure light in a dark world, purging the Zerg with absolute justice. Chest could do nothing to stop it.



As a final act of defiance, Chest picked up Tekilyas body and threw it over the edge of the island. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA, THE ZERG SHALL LIVE FOREVER”, and Chest slit his own throat and tumbled to the ground. Little did anyone know, he was only Feigning Death.



With reflexes to rival that of Tekilya himself, Florid Lotus jumped from the island and sped through the air to catch Tekilya. As Florid impacted with the unconscious monk in midair, she flipped herself to the bottom of the pile to absorb the impact of the fast approaching ocean.



*SPLASH*



Florid swam to shore, dragging Tekilya behind her. As they regenerated, Tekilya finally regained consciousness. He opened his eyes to see the most beautiful woman he had ever gazed upon. “What is your name he asked”, he asked. Florid responded “Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm”, and then she ferociously started unzipping Tekilyas trousers.



Tekilya the proceeded to have Florid in every way a man can have a woman, nothing was taboo or off limits, for hours the couple made love on the shores of Freeport, forgetting all the horrors of the world. A child would be conceived that day, twins actually, twins that would go on to greatness themselves. But as so many things are, that is an entire story in itself.



The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the third age by some, an Age yet to come, an age long passed, a wind rose in the Mist Thicket. This wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings or endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But this was *a* ending. The BDA Zerg was defeated by the Asgardian host, Kekephee the deformed bard licked his wounds in the shadows while plotting his revenge, Chest reorganized BDA and would be a threat for years to come, and last but not least – Filbus found happiness in the home of Florid Lotus and Tekilya Wu’Tang as indentured servant and man-slave to their child. But Filbus had been badly damaged mentally from his time with BDA, and soon a dark betrayal would happen when Filbus kidnaped Florid and Tekilyas son, but that tale my friends, is a whole new story.



Tekilya Wu’Tang – Immortal P99 Historian, Monk of The Celestial Fist, Descendant of the Shaolin Temple of the Wu’Tang Order, King of High Pass, Loyal husband to Florid Lotus, Father of Bollokks and Siza.

interesting stuff regarding my postcount

[rictus204]

“Shut up Dyzzi” Pint said


story checks out

[Lhancelot]

*******************FINAL DRAFT & OFFICAL CANNON OF PROJECT 1999************************

ORIGIN STORY OF Filbus Furyfoot <BDA> and Tekilya Wu’Tang <Asgard>





The Lost Adventures of Filbus Furyfoot and Tekilya Wu’Tang Part 1 – “Humble Beginnings”





The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the third age by some, an Age yet to come, an age long passed, a wind rose in the Misty Thicket. This wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings or endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was *a* beginning. There once was a warrior named Filbus Furyfoot. He was not the strongest, cleverest, nor best looking of warriors. In fact he was quite homely and considered an outcast by most. While growing up in the Misty Thicket, Filbus was routinely kicked and beaten by the other Halflings due to his small stature (even by Hafling standards). The adults seemed to turn a blind eye to the torment of young Filbus. Girls would mock him for his horrendous looks, boys would beat him unconscious, and all the entire village would chuckle in the background while drinking mead around the fire. To Filbus, the world was a simple and disturbing place – wake up alone, eat at school alone, get beaten at recess, and then run home to the sound of laughter as kids threw rocks at him. Some of the more nasty children started to call him “Fail-bus Furycrotch” after a rumor started that Filbus had visited a local cleric because it burned when he would pee.



As the years went on the abuse grew harsher, and young Filbus decided he had had enough. Packing up his meager belongings, Filbus set out into the great wide open in search of the the city of dreams – The City of Qeynos. The road to Qeynos was not an easy one. Almost as soon as his journey began, Filbus was robbed by bandits while traveling in the Northern Karanas. After months of travel and countless unspeakable deeds, the bandits sold Filbus to a slave trader who was on his way to, of all places, Qeynos! The corrupt guards would not let Filbus into the city at first. Only free citizens were allowed in the city proper. He was told that he would either free himself from slavery via combat, or he would die in the sands of the arena. Forced to fight other orphans in what the locals called “Bum Fights”, Filbus could not catch a break and was beaten in his first 4 duels. It was not until he defeated another orphan child by the name of Detoxx that he was finally allowed into the city, but that tail is for another time.



Having no money or friends, Filbus quickly found himself living at a local tavern under the thumb of a sickly Bard name Kekephee. Kekephee would keep him doped up on Rustle Leaf and make Filbus dance every night for the older men as they smoked their pipes and stroked their beards (among other things). One night during a Rustle Leaf induced haze, Filbus had a moment of clarity. He picked his pants up from around his ankles and ran for the hills. Kekephee squirmed with rage as Filbus ran, but in the end the warrior got away.



The winds of fate and unknowable and unfathomable to the mortal mind, but in the Qeynos Hills, young Filbus would be blown into someone who he would help change the world with - Tekilya Wu’Tang. Tekilya was battling the gnolls of Black Burrow in order to get his orange headband when he heard what he thought was a woman’s scream. As Tekilya turned to investigate the scene, he saw a cowering male Halfing being dragged inside Black Burrow by a group of Gnolls. Master Wu had expressly forbidden Tekliya from entering the Den until he had completed his training, but Tekilya was a man of action. Like a demon of unbridled rage he burst into the den, round house kicking Gnolls left and right in a fury of fists and feet. Filbus looked up through blackened eyes, and with his last breath before he fell unconscious, he whispered as quiet as the wind, “Thank you monk, let me cuck for you”. And with that, darkness took Filbus Furyfoots thoughts.



Filbus could not tell you how much time passed then, but when he awakened, he was in the Temple of The Whislting Fist. Master Wu was standing over him, puffing on his pipe, staring at Filbus with his ever critical eye. Tekilya was running laps in the garden as punishment, his muscles glistening in the summer air. As was usual, the balcony was filled with ladies of all ages who had come to watch the young monk train, such was an everyday ritual among the ladies of Qeynos. Master Wu dispersed the crowd and called out to Tekilya that his punishment was over as Filbus, for the first time in days, started to come back to life. Filbus, not knowing where he was or what had happened, started to undress with bashful eyes under the hard gaze of Master Wu. Quick as lightning Wu cracked Filbus over the head with his staff, and darkness again took the warrior. Master Wu and Tekilya Wu’Tang spent the next 7 days building Furyfoot back into a man, nursing him back to life both mentally and physically. Then on the 8th day, Master Wu received a letter that would change both Filbus and Tekilya’s destiny forever….





The Lost Adventures of Filbus Furyfoot and Tekilya Wu’Tang Part 2 – “The Dark Monk Rises”





Tekilya sat awake in bed staring at the ceiling. He glanced over at the two High Elf girls in his bed and could not help but smile to himself. But as Master Wu had taught him, pleasures of the flesh were a weakness that he could not afford for much longer. Gathering his composure and putting on his robe, Tekliya decided to go for a moonlit walk to the water gardens to clear his mind. As he walked the grounds, he heard a sniffling sound from behind the mule shed. Curious, Tekilya walked around to the back of the building and found Filbus sitting on the ground crying. This was not an unusual sight in the Temple of the Whistling Fist. Ever since Tekliya had freed Filbus from Black Burrow, the warrior had been haunted by night terrors. He would wake up screaming “KE-KE-KE-KEPHEEEEEE NOOOOOOOO” and go into uncontrollable spasms. Master Wu said it was only Rustle Leaf withdraws, but Tekilya could see a deeper pain behind the eyes of the Halfling. There was a story there, but this was not the time nor the place to prod.



The next day Filbus sat in the garden with the ladies of Qeynos to watch Tekilya train (as he always did). It had become clear to anyone who watched the pair that the warrior had developed an unyielding admiration for the monk. Tekilya, being a man of wisdom and kindness, had befriended Filbus in an attempt to lift the Halflings spirits and clear the haunted look from his eyes. But today was a special day, it was the last day of training in Qeynos. Earlier in the week Master Wu had told the pair that he had received Tekilya’s letter of acceptance into the Ashen Order. A trip to Freeport would be necessary to continue training. As Wu was explaining the trials of Befallen, Tekilya looked over and saw the heartbreak in Filbus’s eyes, and he knew right then that he could not leave the little guy; for Tekilya was a kind and empathetic soul, a trait that would ultimately lead to a dark betrayal…but that is for later.



As the two said their goodbyes and gathered for the trip to the wizard spires, Filbus wiped the snot from his nose and stared up at Master Wu with childlike eyes. Wu snorted in contempt and walked away from the pair without even a wave – a tough Master indeed.



Meanwhile in Qeynos…



Standing in the shadows, Kekephee wiped the grease from his forehead as he rocked back and forth. That was him alright, the little sh!t Halfling that had escaped from the tavern. Since that time sales had taken a nose dive and Kekephee was in deep with the Corrupt Qeynos Guards for gambling debts. Yes…that was him, Kekephees ticket out of debt – Filbus Furyfoot. Kekephee grinned as he turned on bard speed and set out for the Karanas…



It was dusk when Tekilya and Filbus adventurers arrived at a gypsy Inn near the Wizard spire. Their Dial-a-port was still several hours away, so the two decided to get some supper. Tekilya could not help but notice that the waitress was making eyes at him. After dinner and a few rounds of drinks, Tekilya and the waitress headed up stairs – heavy breathing, sounds of ecstasy, screams of pleasure – all the while Filbus sat in the corner playing with his rock collection and sipping Virgin Shirley Temples.



**BOOOOOOOM** Startled, Tekilya threw his robes on and grabbed his Jade Mace, a gift from Master Wu. Down stairs in the Inn, Kekephee squealed with glee has he grabbed Filbus by the throat and dragged him towards the door. Tekilya burst into his forms, weaving in and out and obliterating Kekephee’s minions. That is until his Jade Mace cracked against a Staff of Shielding. With a dead look in his eyes, an unknown Monk met Tekilya’s gaze. “This one is mine” he said, and suddenly everything went dark for Tekilya. His last vision was that of the Dark Monk and Kekephee racing at Bard speed towards the nearby Wizard Spire.



When Tekilya came to, he noticed a headband laying on the ground – “Chest <BDA>” was written on the inseam. What was this BDA? Who was this Chest? What had Tekilya stumbled into? All he knew was that his friend Filbus had been taken – and that would not stand. Gathering his gear, Tekilya walked into the night towards Highpass Hold. The next few weeks would prove to test the limits of his endurance…





The Lost Adventure of Filbus Furyfoot and Tekilya Wu’Tang Part 3 – “Un-Freeport”





Thirty one days. Thirty one days it had taken Tekilya to climb the fabled High Pass Mountains and arrive in Kithicor Forest. The Gnolls and Orcs of High Pass had proven to be a powerful enemy. But in the end they were no match for a disciple of Master Wu. During this time Tekilya had united the locals of the area and fought the Orcs and Gnolls to their knees. The local High Shaman had wanted to crown Tekilya as King, and countless nobles had offered their daughters with a lust for power burning in their eyes. But the life of a monk is one of servitude and disciple, not crowns and wealth. Rumors were that Captain Bosec was going to build a Keep in honor of King Tekilya – High Hold Keep they would call it, but that is another story altogether. After turning down the crown and implementing a democracy, Tekilya continued his journey to Freeport. Clinching the headband of Chest in his hands, Tekilya reminded himself that there were debts that needed collecting.



The road from Kithicor to Freeport was without incident, and it was not long before Tekilya found himself on the grounds of the Ashen Order, face to face with Master Wu. Wu had traveled to Freeport after the Dial-a-Port Wizard had informed him that no one was at the spires for the pickup so many weeks ago. After a brief reunion with Wu, Tekilya was updated on what had happened in the last 30 days….



Evil was afoot in Norrath, songs of war were being sang, and children were dying by the drove. The injustices of the world can be summed up in those 3 words – “Children are dying”. A horde of cannibals had come from the Ocean of Tears and invaded Norrath. Tekilya’s breath caught in this throat when Wu told him the description of the leader, a dark monk with a fetish for children. Chest Rockwell. Chest had starting calling the invasion “The Zerg of Purity”, and he would shout from roof tops that this was the future of Norrath – that you might call this the New World Order of Norrath – Bregen D’Aerth.



As Tekilya was absorbing the news that war had come, Wu told him about poor Filbus. Kekephee had assumed the title of Herald of the Zerg and would run through the streets singing his songs of rage while a nude Filbus was dragged behind him in chains. Three times a day Filbus performed donkey shows in the town square to entertain the locals as Kekephee preached the tenants of the BDA Code of Conduct. Tekilya was told that Filbus no longer spoke. When he was addressed directly in any manner, Filbus would simply fall to his knees, close his eyes, and open his mouth as tears started streaming down his face.



It was at this time that Tekilya’s Inner Flame ignited. Master Wu had taught him how to turn on his Inner Flame for short durations of time while in battle, but this time was different. This time the flame only grew stronger as time passed. Consumed with rage, Tekilya discovered that BDA had formed a partnership with the evil Noble Djorn. The Plane of Sky was a staging ground to not only attack Freeport, but all of Norrath. From the clouds no one would be safe, not as long as Kekephee and Chest lived.



Master Wu saw the look in Tekilyas eyes and smiled. “Ah my son, I see the fury of the Wu’Tang has awoken in you. The last time the spirit of our ancestors intervened so directly, nations were crushed and Kerafyrm the Destroyer was put to sleep. I take pity on the Zerg now.” And with that Master Wu started walked away. With one last glance back to Tekilya, Wu whispered “Save him Tekilya, save the Halfling”. Master Wu vanished into the shadows.



Meanwhile in Plane of Sky…



“Dance piggy, dance!” *Kekephee cracks whip*



Smiling smugly, Kekephee remove his gimp mask as he walked over the corpse of the Noble Djorn to stand beside his master, Lord Chest. The alliance between Sky and BDA had not lasted long. As soon as The Zerg had access to the plane, it was but a matter of time before they had taken it over completely. Under the critical eye of Chest Rockwell, BDA officers now plotted the takeover of all of Norrath. As the officers were discussing plans and wiping grease from their foreheads, a shimmering light appeared next to the throne. As the portal opened, an obese Ogre came hobbling through, coughing violently. Chest stood to backhand the intruder, but then he froze in terror and kneeled. “BOW FAGGOTS” Chest roared as High Lord Fatnar ascended the steps towards the throne. “We have a problem Cuck” Fatnar said as he stared down at Chest. “There is a monk in Freeport that has the potential to ruin all of our plans, dispose of him immediately”.



“Yes Sire” Chest replied.



And with that Chest summoned his disciples…….

Kekephee, Herald of the Zerg, High Prince of Pedophilia, King of Grease

Juevento, Lord Chests #1 Cuck, Bringer of AIDS

Trolololol, Ambassador of Embarrassment and Failed Troll Posts

Rebbon, Leader of Propaganda, Batphones, and Faggotry



“CUCKS” Chest roared – “To Freeport to dispose of this monk….and take that “thing” with you”. Filbus then lost control of his bowls as Chest gazed upon him. The next few hours would change the face of Norrath forever.





The Lost Adventures of Filbus Furyfoot and Tekilya Wu’Tang Part 4 – “LOVE Is A Four Letter Word”





Tekilya stared at the scene in front of him with cold disregard. The BDA Zerg was here by the thousands, devouring the sky plane as maggots would a bloated corpse. From the outside you would see nothing but an emotionless, perfectly chiseled body glistening in the sunlight, staring at nothing and everything all at once. But if you could see inside, well, you would see an indomitable will made of cold molten iron that burned with the intensity of the gods themselves.



“Enough” Tekilya whispered to himself. Then as the intensity grew wilder, more out of control, he found himself running towards island 1.5 screaming- “ENOOOOOOOOOOUGH”, and with that he launched himself into the air, into the clouds themselves.



The Zerg noticed the intruder as he landed in a cloud of dust, slowly standing and taking full measure of the BDA officer core. In the blink of an eye the fury of the Wu’Tang was unleashed.



Kekephee’s mind did not even register that Tekilya had moved, let alone that his staff had just crushed the left side of his head into a shattered pulp. Blood and feces poured from Kekephee as his limp body was then, for the lack of a better word, punted from the island. Kekephee did not even have time to start screaming before his body was well on its way to a watery grave in Western Freeport Bay. But Kekephee would not perish this day, rather he would become a disfigured villain and one of Tekilya greatest foe’s, but that tale is for another time.



All at once Juevento and Trolololol realized they were in trouble and started to run. But no quick enough. With a thrust, Tekilya stabbed his staff through Jueventos genitalia and out his rectum. Gasping his last breaths, Tekilya punch a hand into Jueventos chest and ripped his still beating heart out. Taking a bite of the still pulsing heart, Tekilya smiled as he discarded the left overs onto the floor. Fast as a viper Tekilya activated his White Lotus Bracer and launched a volley of surikens at Trolololol. The surikens hit just as Trolololol had tried jumping from the island, pinning him to the building in midair. “Stick around” Tekilya said as he delivered a fatal round house kick that literally ripped Trololol apart at the waist.



Rebbon had started CoTHing BDA members to the island the second Tekilyas attack had started, but in mere seconds his force was decimated. Rebbon fell to his knees pleading for his life. But mercy was not the way of the Wu’Tang. Tekilya picked Rebbon up over his head, and with a scream of rage he ripped Rebbon in half. Holding Rebbon’s torso, the mage whispered “please….no more”, and so Tekilya ripped his throat out in mercy.



Tekilya saw motion out of the corner of his eye….FILBUS! The Halfling was running to hide behind the throne. But if Filbus was there, where was Ches- ….Darkness took Tekilya as Chests mace smashed into the back of his head.



“Very good Cuck, very good” Fatnar said as he wobbled over to the unconscious body of Tekilya. “This one had me worried for a moment”



“No more” bellowed High Wizard Calias. With a start, Fatnar and Chest looked over and were stunned silent by the gleaming warriors that had assembled behind Calias. These were not normal warriors, these looked like Hero’s from a story book. Wielding weapons and armor BDA had never even seen before, Chest stood in awe as he gazed at the most beautiful and well geared woman he had ever laid eyes upon, Florid Lotus.



From the back of the group a drunken bard in magnificent armor and a sword that seemed to sing on its own asked “Are we here to fuck or fight, because I could do either right about now”.



“Shut up Dyzzi” Pint said as he surveyed the scene. He noticed Chest had started to urinate in the back corner of the throne room. “Hey, you with the tiny cock in your hand, drop it and surrender”



And all at once the Asgardians charged. The BDA Zerg was in such awe of the warriors that none could even fight back until it was too late. Their Primal Weapons and Epics were more than a match for the bronze armor and Rusty Short Swords of the BDA zerg. They came as warrior of pure light in a dark world, purging the Zerg with absolute justice. Chest could do nothing to stop it.



As a final act of defiance, Chest picked up Tekilyas body and threw it over the edge of the island. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA, THE ZERG SHALL LIVE FOREVER”, and Chest slit his own throat and tumbled to the ground. Little did anyone know, he was only Feigning Death.



With reflexes to rival that of Tekilya himself, Florid Lotus jumped from the island and sped through the air to catch Tekilya. As Florid impacted with the unconscious monk in midair, she flipped herself to the bottom of the pile to absorb the impact of the fast approaching ocean.



*SPLASH*



Florid swam to shore, dragging Tekilya behind her. As they regenerated, Tekilya finally regained consciousness. He opened his eyes to see the most beautiful woman he had ever gazed upon. “What is your name he asked”, he asked. Florid responded “Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm”, and then she ferociously started unzipping Tekilyas trousers.



Tekilya the proceeded to have Florid in every way a man can have a woman, nothing was taboo or off limits, for hours the couple made love on the shores of Freeport, forgetting all the horrors of the world. A child would be conceived that day, twins actually, twins that would go on to greatness themselves. But as so many things are, that is an entire story in itself.



The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the third age by some, an Age yet to come, an age long passed, a wind rose in the Mist Thicket. This wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings or endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But this was *a* ending. The BDA Zerg was defeated by the Asgardian host, Kekephee the deformed bard licked his wounds in the shadows while plotting his revenge, Chest reorganized BDA and would be a threat for years to come, and last but not least – Filbus found happiness in the home of Florid Lotus and Tekilya Wu’Tang as indentured servant and man-slave to their child. But Filbus had been badly damaged mentally from his time with BDA, and soon a dark betrayal would happen when Filbus kidnaped Florid and Tekilyas son, but that tale my friends, is a whole new story.



Tekilya Wu’Tang – Immortal P99 Historian, Monk of The Celestial Fist, Descendant of the Shaolin Temple of the Wu’Tang Order, King of High Pass, Loyal husband to Florid Lotus, Father of Bollokks and Siza.

Nice character development. Filbus reminds me of Theon later in the GoT TV series. You really make him seem brutally traumatized.

So, does Filbus rise from the ashes and become a powerful conqueror or does he remain a pathetic punching bag tortured for the rest of his life?

[skarlorn]

Well that's a great question and a matter of historical debate. In my estimate, Spyders account of filbus as a broken husk is partly accurate and partly delusion.

It is known that Filbus has spent at least two significant stretches in a PTSD haze, especially when he lost the favor of Bristlebane and led many halflings their death in the horror of Runnyeye. So there is some truth in the drama Spyder73 presents. However, specifics of Filbus's mental break are all wrong; to presume he was a slave of Kekephee, the worst bard of All Time, is a joke. Much of Spyders autistic tale were produced as propaganda to work against BDA and the hero Filbus (although the authors paradoxical, extreme homo erotic love interest for the Lord of the Thicket is obvious).

Other aspects of the work of Spyder are historically accurate, especially his recounting of the divine Asgardians and their defeat of BDA. The line "BOW DOWN FAGGOTS" was a literal account of Chests words to his now deceased guild. All historians agree that Asgard, led by Pint, was a righteous guild and this was proven by the time they went class C when BDA ruined the rotation with wilful manipulation.

Whereas Rygars discovery of the voyeur Sadiki's journal was immediately accepted by academic authorities as a legitimate expansion of The Filbus Chronicles, one must read the deeply autistic Spyders work with a grain of salt and a tongue in cheek. Much of that record was translated from feces smeared on the cell we found Tekilya in. Surely it is impressive a retard could craft such a tale, especially one with themes rooted in truth. But it is, ultimately, the work of a delusional beggar who has long masturbate to the Filbus chronicles from afar.

[Rygar]

https://i.imgur.com/6D3TRVU.jpg
(actual depiction of how Manasana views himself)

Part 2: Manasana vs. Sadiki: A Shared Lust (for Battle)

The cover of darkness hangs over the vast plains of Antonica, the rain is relentless, only the occasional flash of lightning illuminates the landscape. Manasana has chosen this terrain to settle his blood feud with Sadiki Senshiro.

The druid waits under the ancient spires that rise from the ground like towering giants. The bard is no where in sight, just as Manasana was thinking the coward wouldn't show he heard a taunting melody reverberate about the pillars around him.

As he turned, Manasana saw Sadiki standing in the distance, holding a blade of legend rarely seen in Norrath.

"We finish this tonight 'Sana, too long have I stood in your shadow" declared Sadiki amongst the crackling thunder. His blade glowed a bright blue and he charged at the druid with blinding speed.

Manasana pointed his scimitar at Sadiki and an enormous griffin swooped down from the spires and tackled the bard to the ground! It's great talons and hooked beak ripped Sadiki's armor to shreds and bloodied his skin. It would have ripped his liver clean out of his body if it wasn't for a carefully timed swing of his blade, decapitating the vile creature.

Just as he thought he would regain the upper hand Manasana shoved his hand deep within the earth and roots thicker than ogre limbs rose from the ground and entwined the bard, rending him motionless.

"Such a pitiful man, there is a reason you were kept under my boots all these years... you simply were no match for me!" He held his scimitar over Sadiki's abdomen and was preparing to disembowel the bard when a lioness leapt onto the druids back and dug her teeth into his shoulder.

"But how..?!" wondered the druid, as he turned to see his once animal companion gaze locked upon his... her eyes glowed the same bright blue as Sadiki's blade.

"Easy my pretty..." whispered the bard into the lioness' ear, "He must suffer greatly for the years of humiliation I've endured". The lion took his wrist in her maw and slowly closed her mouth until the crunching of bone and wailing screams pleased her new master.

Out of options, Manasana closed his eyes and prayed to Karana, a great wind swept around the druid and lifted him into the sky! He disappeared above the plain in a portal, as Sadiki cursed his name he saw a mystical pink flash of lightning near the gypsy camp across the plain.

In a flash nearly as quick as the lightning itself Sadiki took off running across the land. As he reached the gypsy camp he realized his error as he stumbled into a series of snares that had been prepared by the druid. As he tried to loose his limbs he heard a twisting of bark and rustling of leaves from a great tree behind him... in an instant it changed into it's true form and Manasana slashed his scimitar across the bards back, the streaming blood quickly drowned out by the pouring rain.

Sadiki spun and threw a small knife directly into the druid's foot. Manasana screamed, interrupting the spell he was just chanting. Momentarily having the upper hand, Sadiki wasted no time and swung his blade towards the druid's neck. Manasana disappeared just at the moment of impact into an ethereal mist, the blade swooshed through and hit nothing but air!

At the base of the mist rose a mighty wolf that lunged at the bard and tore his bracers clear off his forearm, it would have ripped his throat in an instant if it wasn't for the quick thinking of Sadiki: He slammed his Singing Steel Short Sword against a nearby rock and it vibrated at a frequency that caused a horrible pain amongst the lupine kind. The wolf yelped and howled and had no choice but to revert back to it's natural form to avoid the painful ringing!

Sadiki grabbed a hold of the druid and blew into his magic piccolo, transporting them across the land. With every other swing of his short sword the bard would teleport the druid, keeping him off balance and disorienting him.

As they rematerialized Manasana wasted no time and held his arms out wide and caused a massive earthquake that leveled the bard to the ground! He followed him down and wrestled him in the mud.

The battle had caused their armor to rip and be cut loose. Sadiki's slim, yet rippled chest was exposed, the rain drops beading on his skin. Manasana stared at him, fighting his carnal desires. "You're... stronger than I thought..." he said.

Sadiki swept the druid and then held him to the ground. Manasana's own chest was exposed, so hairy and lush that even a sparrow would find it a suitable nesting ground. Sadiki hovered over him with bated breath. "And I didn't think someone could so... dominate me. In battle! In battle I meant!"

Manasana held his finger up to Sadiki's lips, "Shhh..." he whispered "I know, I've always known".

Sadiki fought his emotions but collapsed in a crying heap on Manasana's chest. He pounded on the druids chest in a fit of rage, "Then why?! Why mistreat me all these years??? Why not tell me how you felt?!" Exhausted he rolled over in the mud and sobbed gently.

Manasana rolled over to comfort him. "Sadiki... I'm co-leader of the Blood Guard, I need to present myself in a certain way. Please understand that. Norrath just wouldn't understand our love."

"Our love..?" Sadiki rolled with hopeful eyes.

"I've always loved you, you crazy fool." reassured the druid.

They stood up and held hands, Sadiki moved in close to kiss his forbidden lover, but Manasana stopped him.

"No, not here" he said looking around nervously, anxiously. "That farm shack over there is never occupied..." They walked hand in hand through the door and closed it behind them.

Alas, the pair consummated their love in front of the hearth on a bed of leaves from Manasana's magical scimitar and to the singing notes of Sadiki's sword. If only the citizens Norrath could feel the love in that room that night... a love unmatched in all the lands.

[Lhancelot]

https://i.imgur.com/6D3TRVU.jpg
(actual depiction of how Manasana views himself)

Part 2: Manasana vs. Sadiki: A Shared Lust (for Battle)

The cover of darkness hangs over the vast plains of Antonica, the rain is relentless, only the occasional flash of lightning illuminates the landscape. Manasana has chosen this terrain to settle his blood feud with Sadiki Senshiro.

The druid waits under the ancient spires that rise from the ground like towering giants. The bard is no where in sight, just as Manasana was thinking the coward wouldn't show he heard a taunting melody reverberate about the pillars around him.

As he turned, Manasana saw Sadiki standing in the distance, holding a blade of legend rarely seen in Norrath.

"We finish this tonight 'Sana, too long have I stood in your shadow" declared Sadiki amongst the crackling thunder. His blade glowed a bright blue and he charged at the druid with blinding speed.

Manasana pointed his scimitar at Sadiki and an enormous griffin swooped down from the spires and tackled the bard to the ground! It's great talons and hooked beak ripped Sadiki's armor to shreds and bloodied his skin. It would have ripped his liver clean out of his body if it wasn't for a carefully timed swing of his blade, decapitating the vile creature.

Just as he thought he would regain the upper hand Manasana shoved his hand deep within the earth and roots thicker than ogre limbs rose from the ground and entwined the bard, rending him motionless.

"Such a pitiful man, there is a reason you were kept under my boots all these years... you simply were no match for me!" He held his scimitar over Sadiki's abdomen and was preparing to disembowel the bard when a lioness leapt onto the druids back and dug her teeth into his shoulder.

"But how..?!" wondered the druid, as he turned to see his once animal companion gaze locked upon his... her eyes glowed the same bright blue as Sadiki's blade.

"Easy my pretty..." whispered the bard into the lioness' ear, "He must suffer greatly for the years of humiliation I've endured". The lion took his wrist in her maw and slowly closed her mouth until the crunching of bone and wailing screams pleased her new master.

Out of options, Manasana closed his eyes and prayed to Karana, a great wind swept around the druid and lifted him into the sky! He disappeared above the plain in a portal, as Sadiki cursed his name he saw a mystical pink flash of lightning near the gypsy camp across the plain.

In a flash nearly as quick as the lightning itself Sadiki took off running across the land. As he reached the gypsy camp he realized his error as he stumbled into a series of snares that had been prepared by the druid. As he tried to loose his limbs he heard a twisting of bark and rustling of leaves from a great tree behind him... in an instant it changed into it's true form and Manasana slashed his scimitar across the bards back, the streaming blood quickly drowned out by the pouring rain.

Sadiki spun and threw a small knife directly into the druid's foot. Manasana screamed, interrupting the spell he was just chanting. Momentarily having the upper hand, Sadiki wasted no time and swung his blade towards the druid's neck. Manasana disappeared just at the moment of impact into an ethereal mist, the blade swooshed through and hit nothing but air!

At the base of the mist rose a mighty wolf that lunged at the bard and tore his bracers clear off his forearm, it would have ripped his throat in an instant if it wasn't for the quick thinking of Sadiki: He slammed his Singing Steel Short Sword against a nearby rock and it vibrated at a frequency that caused a horrible pain amongst the lupine kind. The wolf yelped and howled and had no choice but to revert back to it's natural form to avoid the painful ringing!

Sadiki grabbed a hold of the druid and blew into his magic piccolo, transporting them across the land. With every other swing of his short sword the bard would teleport the druid, keeping him off balance and disorienting him.

As they rematerialized Manasana wasted no time and held his arms out wide and caused a massive earthquake that leveled the bard to the ground! He followed him down and wrestled him in the mud.

The battle had caused their armor to rip and be cut loose. Sadiki's slim, yet rippled chest was exposed, the rain drops beading on his skin. Manasana stared at him, fighting his carnal desires. "You're... stronger than I thought..." he said.

Sadiki swept the druid and then held him to the ground. Manasana's own chest was exposed, so hairy and lush that even a sparrow would find it a suitable nesting ground. Sadiki hovered over him with bated breath. "And I didn't think someone could so... dominate me. In battle! In battle I meant!"

Manasana held his finger up to Sadiki's lips, "Shhh..." he whispered "I know, I've always known".

Sadiki fought his emotions but collapsed in a crying heap on Manasana's chest. He pounded on the druids chest in a fit of rage, "Then why?! Why mistreat me all these years??? Why not tell me how you felt?!" Exhausted he rolled over in the mud and sobbed gently.

Manasana rolled over to comfort him. "Sadiki... I'm co-leader of the Blood Guard, I need to present myself in a certain way. Please understand that. Norrath just wouldn't understand our love."

"Our love..?" Sadiki rolled with hopeful eyes.

"I've always loved you, you crazy fool." reassured the druid.

They stood up and held hands, Sadiki moved in close to kiss his forbidden lover, but Manasana stopped him.

"No, not here" he said looking around nervously, anxiously. "That farm shack over there is never occupied..." They walked hand in hand through the door and closed it behind them.

Alas, the pair consummated their love in front of the hearth on a bed of leaves from Manasana's magical scimitar and to the singing notes of Sadiki's sword. If only the citizens Norrath could feel the love in that room that night... a love unmatched in all the lands.

This was so well-written I almost forgot how much Manasana annoys me!

[Sadiki]

please make it stop

how do i make it stop

[Lhancelot]

please make it stop

how do i make it stop

You don't. You sit back and enjoy the ride.

I heard he is working on the sequel and will present it soon enough! Also promised more detailed love scenes with assorted other well-known figures of the community!

[skarlorn]

"Please stop. How do I make it stop?" Sadiki groaned.

"YOU DON'T," Lady Vox said. The ancient ice dragon grabbed Sadiki and jammed the elf into place on the strapon belt she wore. Vox clambered up onto the back of Lord Nagafen - doggystyle - and started pegging him.

Sadiki closed his eyes in fear as his body - a living dildo - rammed up into Nagafen's scaley butthole. He started sweating in the fire dragon's hot innards; his elf sweat was the perfect lubricant; Nagafen moaned in pleasure, Vox pumped harder, and suddenly, Sadiki was pushed up further than ever before and found himself face to face with Lord Nagafen's draconic prostate.

Sadiki lashed out with his fists. He hoped to hurt the dragon from within so that his imprisonment as a draconic sex toy would finally come to an end. A week before, Wedar had sold him into slavery to the infamous couple, and now the elf finally saw his opportunity to strike back. His fists struck Naggy's prostate. The flesh unfolded and peeled away under the elf's hands. It was actually a Cloak of Flames.

"NGGGHHH FUCK ME HARDER BITCH" Nagafen shrieked. "IT FEEL SO GOOG."

Vox's hips tremored as the reverse dildo jammed the dwarf cleric against her immense clitoris. But she thrusted mightily and bit into the back of Nagafen's neck.

Sadiki found himself ripped in and out, in and out, until suddenly Vox accidentally pulled him all the way out.

"PUT IT BACK IN" Lord Nagafen pleaded eagerly.

Lady Vox obliged, but in her haste she didn't guide Sadiki into the orifice, and Sadiki's frail elf body smashed into Nagafen's gooch and his neck snapped.

Lady Vox said, "yikes, we lost another one." Then she pulled Sadiki out of her strap-on rig and flung his dead body against the wall, where it splattered and fell onto a pile of fetid corpses piled by Magi Rokyl's spawn point.

Lord Naggy looked over his shoulder with angry, slitted eyes and said, "You bitch! You ruined him on purpose. Now I'm not going to fuck you for another THOUSAND YEARS." He flew up in the air - flamboyantly - and with a raging lisp cursed Vox and their meathead son Kerafyrm.

Lady Vox departed the flaming halls, reminded all too well why they lived separately. Let Nagafen stay in his flaming chambers to be penetrated by the Fire Giants. And she would enjoy the cold crystalline fingers of the ice giants exploring her caverns.

As she flew back to permafrost, she avoided the Misty Thicket. A great danger rested there. The one being whomstd've fucked ALL the dragons. She did not want to awaken him from the Jum-induced stupor that the Gods had banded together to afflict him with. No, better not to risk his anger. Instead, she flew over a band of <Aftermath> nerds who were recharging at the barbarians in West Karanas and queefed majestically overhead, instantly killing them all.

[hyejin]

Ok!

[Sonderbeast]

You have outdone yourself once again

Very goof

[Rygar]

https://i.imgur.com/b2UZOVX.jpg

Part 3: The Coming Together of Aftermath and Awakened

Detoxx awoke in the middle of the night after receiving an urgent notice from one of his scouts: Silverwing had returned to Veeshan’s Peak. A moment later his wizards brought him to the great lair of dragons.

As he materialized inside the den, he noticed Breaken of Awakened, his sworn rival. They also had a small raid force gathered. Detoxx quickly addressed the man, “Lay a finger on Silverwing and I’ll waste no tiem in bringing Sirken to banish u to teh dungeons of bEfallen! We were first to engage the beast in battle!!”

“Yes, engaged first by dropping a score of wurms on my strikeforce. We will not back down and will challenge you this day!” Breaken shot back.

The great winged beast appeared alone before the two great raid forces, they both shot into battle. 7 seconds later the majestic beast had fallen.

“THAT IS IT!! SIRKEN, I SUMMON YOU!!” Detoxx raged. He chanted to the medallion around his neck and Sirken appeared out of a green mist. “Sir Ken, this IMBECILE Breaken has defied your decree and interfered with our kill. Aftermath has earned our trophy today through our hard work and effort” he said as he picked the crust from his eyes and removed his night cap.

Breaken began to dispute his account but Sirken interrupted with authority, “ENOUGH! Too long have you been a thorn in my side with these petty disputes. On the ‘morrow you shall gather in the halls of High Keep and come to terms on your claims to Norrath. Should you not, then I shall simply banish ALL of you from the lands for an entire year!! Do not call upon me again until you have reached an agreement.”

And so, the leaders of Aftermath and Awakened met in the Keep with a few of their fellow members. To their surprise Sirken was there to greet them. “I thought it best I reside over the discussions instead...” He explained. And so they all sat around a large round table. “In order to prevent any unnecessary escalations, I must ask that you place all armor and weapons on the table.”

And so, one by one, they lay their coveted artifacts on the table. Henrique removed his shroud, Detoxx laid down his Sceptre of Destruction, Happyhealz placed his Brain of Cazic-Thule, Uyan took off his White Dragonscale helm and boots, and so forth around the table. Eventually, the members stood there in nothing but their under-garments, just staring at the treasure hoard before them…

“Have you ever stood and marveled at the beauty of it all..?” inquired Sirken. Breaken and Detoxx began to mumble a few words to begin negotiations, but their minds could not function before such greatness. Nearly 40 Vulak loots glittered in their eyes, enough legacy items to drain the banks of Norrath, and more Flowing Thought that could fill a newbie’s wet dream.

“The amount of time to acquire such wealth is astounding…” continued Sirken. All the men stood awkwardly trying to hide their obvious erections; they all glanced about the room nervously wondering if they were alone in feeling this rush of excitement.

“I wonder how many casual’s dreams were crushed under the weight of this hoard alone…” pondered Sirken. This final statement was the most erotic to the men in the room and was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“AHHHHHH!! I can’t take it anymore!!” screamed Henrique and he ripped off his loin cloth and dove onto the table. “The pure beauty of it all! The raw exclusivity!! The pain it has all caused!!!” He grabbed a nearby Sap Encrusted Branch and began to pleasure himself with it. The rest of the men instinctually moved forward towards the table but hesitated out of fear of judgement. They looked to Sirken for guidance.

“Go to him, my friends… embrace your desires, it is only natural. All shall remain confidential. Once you are fulfilled, we can begin negotiations” reassured Sirken. And with that the rest of them dove in and the orgy began.

Breaken and Detoxx stood and looked at each other, first they cast aside their differences, then their underwear. They embraced each other with passionate vigor. “Have you ever..?” Detoxx began to inquire.

“You shall be the first to engage…” answered Breaken.

After much love-making the men all laid together, exhausted amongst their plunders. Sirken returned and dropped a document on the table. “I have taken the liberty of drafting an agreement you all shall sign. You will no longer hunt in the western wing of the Temple of Veeshan, any of the lands of Kunark, nor the lands of the Old World. You shall only kill one Velious city leader per week and rotate the Northern Temple of Veeshan every other week. 4 times a year you will be forbidden to raid for a 10 day stretch.”

Both Detoxx and Breaken jumped up in protest. “But that would mean we’d be sharing with the casuals… that is blasphemy!”

“You still have a choice…” Sirken moved to a pillar and removed a crystal that had been embedded in the sconce. “I have casted a viewing enchantment on this crystal that has captured all…’activity’… that has occurred during this summit. Refuse to sign and I shall share it with all guild leaders of Norrath and they will learn the true depth of your sickness.”

“But it would show you being complicit as well” deduced Breaken.

“Ha! A small price to pay for me to get a good night’s sleep! I care not. Shall I begin the distribution..?” he held his hand over the crystal and began an ancient chant.

“No!!” the men said in unison. “We… we shall sign”. One by one they came forth and signed the decree as tears streamed down their cheeks and hung their head in shame.

“Good!” said Sirken and he handed Detoxx the finalized document. “Summon me at sun down and we shall make it official”. Detoxx seemed puzzled as Sirken was there now, but he shot back an angry stare. “Don’t think! Just do as I say!” and with that he left the men alone.

Later that evening Detoxx summoned Sirken. “Here is the agreement, m’lord, as you wished…”

“Amazing!” Sirken said as he reviewed the accords. “I had hoped for some sort of peace between you two, but this is beyond belief! You have also established a peace with the lesser guilds of Norrath… Bravo I say! This is now officially legally binding… I salute you!”

“But you…” Detoxx began, and then it occurred to him. “Do you have the viewing crystal?”

“Viewing crystal? What crystal?” Sirken looked back bewildered.

“NOOO!” cried Detoxx, realizing their deception.

Meanwhile, having been long on the road away from the Keep, walked the false Sirken. He reached his cottage and closed the door behind him. He discarded the useless crystal shard into the rubbish and reached under his chin, removing his magical guise.

“Once again my invisible hand has guided the history of Norrath” said Sadiki with much satisfaction. He sat down and began to scribe the day’s events with great detail in his voyeuristic journal.

[Zal22]

Not enough swears by Detoxx or "Confede".

[skarlorn]

Ok!

Thanks. This is a very positive response :)

[Lulz~Sect]

https://i.imgur.com/rmdSx.gif

[Lhancelot]

"Please stop. How do I make it stop?" Sadiki groaned.

"YOU DON'T," Lady Vox said. The ancient ice dragon grabbed Sadiki and jammed the elf into place on the strapon belt she wore. Vox clambered up onto the back of Lord Nagafen - doggystyle - and started pegging him.

Sadiki closed his eyes in fear as his body - a living dildo - rammed up into Nagafen's scaley butthole. He started sweating in the fire dragon's hot innards; his elf sweat was the perfect lubricant; Nagafen moaned in pleasure, Vox pumped harder, and suddenly, Sadiki was pushed up further than ever before and found himself face to face with Lord Nagafen's draconic prostate.

Sadiki lashed out with his fists. He hoped to hurt the dragon from within so that his imprisonment as a draconic sex toy would finally come to an end. A week before, Wedar had sold him into slavery to the infamous couple, and now the elf finally saw his opportunity to strike back. His fists struck Naggy's prostate. The flesh unfolded and peeled away under the elf's hands. It was actually a Cloak of Flames.

"NGGGHHH FUCK ME HARDER BITCH" Nagafen shrieked. "IT FEEL SO GOOG."

Vox's hips tremored as the reverse dildo jammed the dwarf cleric against her immense clitoris. But she thrusted mightily and bit into the back of Nagafen's neck.

Sadiki found himself ripped in and out, in and out, until suddenly Vox accidentally pulled him all the way out.

"PUT IT BACK IN" Lord Nagafen pleaded eagerly.

Lady Vox obliged, but in her haste she didn't guide Sadiki into the orifice, and Sadiki's frail elf body smashed into Nagafen's gooch and his neck snapped.

Lady Vox said, "yikes, we lost another one." Then she pulled Sadiki out of her strap-on rig and flung his dead body against the wall, where it splattered and fell onto a pile of fetid corpses piled by Magi Rokyl's spawn point.

Lord Naggy looked over his shoulder with angry, slitted eyes and said, "You bitch! You ruined him on purpose. Now I'm not going to fuck you for another THOUSAND YEARS." He flew up in the air - flamboyantly - and with a raging lisp cursed Vox and their meathead son Kerafyrm.

Lady Vox departed the flaming halls, reminded all too well why they lived separately. Let Nagafen stay in his flaming chambers to be penetrated by the Fire Giants. And she would enjoy the cold crystalline fingers of the ice giants exploring her caverns.

As she flew back to permafrost, she avoided the Misty Thicket. A great danger rested there. The one being whomstd've fucked ALL the dragons. She did not want to awaken him from the Jum-induced stupor that the Gods had banded together to afflict him with. No, better not to risk his anger. Instead, she flew over a band of <Aftermath> nerds who were recharging at the barbarians in West Karanas and queefed majestically overhead, instantly killing them all.

https://i.imgur.com/HtzVbPP.gif

[Lhancelot]

...And she would enjoy the cold crystalline fingers of the ice giants exploring her caverns.


I liked this small piece here the best. ^

Very clever imo.

[Lhancelot]

“I wonder how many casual’s dreams were crushed under the weight of this hoard alone…” pondered Sirken. This final statement was the most erotic to the men in the room and was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“AHHHHHH!! I can’t take it anymore!!” screamed Henrique and he ripped off his loin cloth and dove onto the table. “The pure beauty of it all! The raw exclusivity!! The pain it has all caused!!!” He grabbed a nearby Sap Encrusted Branch and began to pleasure himself with it. The rest of the men instinctually moved forward towards the table but hesitated out of fear of judgement. They looked to Sirken for guidance.

“Go to him, my friends… embrace your desires, it is only natural. All shall remain confidential. Once you are fulfilled, we can begin negotiations” reassured Sirken. And with that the rest of them dove in and the orgy began.

Breaken and Detoxx stood and looked at each other, first they cast aside their differences, then their underwear. They embraced each other with passionate vigor. “Have you ever..?” Detoxx began to inquire.

“You shall be the first to engage…” answered Breaken.



This was hilarious. ^

You guys are great creative writers I am impressed. :)

[Nexii]

that's pretty hot. when comes the chapter of me dominating Sirken? anyone who mains a dark elf male has got to be submissive.

[Rygar]

By the way Filbus, i found your Sadiki segment extremely hilarious. I was literally giggling to myself in the hallways at work at the thought of him being a living strap on.

I welcome any and all stories like this, i will freely give you access and full creative rights to Sadiki, he is yours to use as you wish.

I actually really loved Tekilya's dimentia ridden rants about Filbus. i am working on a tale as we speak that will hopefully serve as a book end to the chronicles.

[Lulz~Sect]

https://i.imgur.com/CDGNMSR.jpg

[fan D]

this is good shit, ive got 3 p99 players whove written my name on their cocks and genitals. wish i could share the pics

mods ?? gms ?? allow the pics?

[fan D]

read every word btw

[skarlorn]

Can't wait for more, hope lulz gets over his fear of failure and submits the story we all know he has written and jerked off too

[skarlorn]

Also yea "you shall be the first to engage" got me reppin bit grins

[Rygar]

https://i.imgur.com/MuEtxby.jpg

Part 4: Tekilya Wu'Tang and the Quest of Emptiness

Tekilya awoke among his harem of women, as he yawned and stretched his muscles glistened in the morning sun. The women instantly became wet with desire and begged to have him once more before he took his leave of them.

The monk sighed and nodded, using the carnal discipline of his own making, he outstretched his limbs and all manner of appendages. He simultaneously pleasured all 13 women until they shared a collective orgasm and collapsed exhausted on the bed.

Once upon a time Tekilya would have taken pleasure in such a task, but lately he has felt empty inside. What more was left for him in this world? He stroked Chest's shriveled penis that hung about his neck and reflected on his life.

He defeated the corruptors known as BDA, he became the most geared out Monk that Norrath has ever seen, pleasured every woman and she-beast in the realm (before the age of 16), defeated Vulak A'Err single-handedly (even as the little bitch brought all his friends to help), and even tapped that sweet ass of Tunare.

Tekilya decided it was time for him to try and achieve emptiness as Master Wu had taught him. So he decided to roam the earth and give back to the citizens of Norrath rather than work towards cementing his legacy as the most handsome and deadliest monk in history.

So he smeared mud across his face, disheveled his golden hair, and donned the guise of a beggar and proceeded to walk the lands. Alas, it was of little use. Everywhere he went common folk and royalty alike begged him to impregnate their daughters.

He came to a small gypsy village, in their caravan was hideously deformed man. He was hunchbacked, had acne for days, and the physique of a bloated walrus carcass. They kept him locked in a cage of his own filth, clearly the freak was meant to be used in their sideshow attraction.

He decided this would be his first task towards achieving emptiness. With a single flick of his wrist he loosed 8 shuriken which killed the gypsies instantly. He smashed open the cage with his bare fist and freed the mongoloid. "You are free to go and live your life as you choose" declared the monk.

The troglodyte scribbled an image of a pig wearing sunglasses and giving a thumbs up. Tekilya seemed perplexed.

A passer-by stopped and explained what had just transpired to the monk. "You need to forgive poor Lhancelot. Somewhere along the lines he thought he was cool and funny to just reply to people with images that were mildly amusing or just fell flat with little relevance. While he is capable of speaking, I think you'll find it better when he doesn't."

The monk nodded, the creature was more pathetic than he first thought. "I shall make it my mission to train and redeem this sad excuse for a life. Go forth to the nearest town Lhancelot and prepare them for my arrival, tell them to bring any non-sexual problem they have to me and I will solve it on my path towards emptiness. I must abstain from all enjoyment of the flesh if I am to achieve this goal."

And so the cripple limped into town, being careful to keep his weight on his one leg that the leprosy had not yet overcome. He spoke of the glory of Tekilya Wu'Tang and his quest to help the little people of Norrath.

Tekilya arrived and the entire town was lined up and waiting for him. And so Tekilya began his good work. Among the good he did that day was plow a field by doing a series of roundhouse kicks, create a passage through the mountainside to the adjacent town by using this Thunderous Kick discipline, defeated the local brigands that threatened the town, and carved his own image into a pillar by loosing a volley of shurikens so that the people may worship him and feel safe. His emptiness was nearly achieved.

The last of the townsfolk approached Tekilya. The old man dropped an Unopenable Box (https://wiki.project1999.com/Unopenable_Box) before the monk. "Long ago in the Temple of Veeshan I pried this artifact from the horrid beast known as Gozzrem. I have traveled the globe trying to open it, but tradesfolk and wizards alike have all failed."

Tekilya picked up the artifact and held it against his chest, he took a deep breath then crushed it between his pecs. The hinge creaked open and out tumbled a great horned dildo with Lady Nev's insignia etched in it's side.

"Our work here is done, Lhancelot. Let us make camp for the night, and tomorrow we shall find a new town." Without hesitation the beast curled about the feet of it's master, Tekilya grabbed a hold of it's over abundance of skin and pulled it about himself to stay warm through the night.

The sun rose and Tekilya stretched his arms out wide. Something felt off... he flexed his muscles yet there was a softness he had never known, then he felt his face and there was a pimple where there had never been any before. He began to comprehend what was happening, but he needed one final confirmation. He grabbed his measuring stick and placed it within his trousers. "14 inches, just as I feared... it's shrinking!" gasped the monk. "Quickly Lhancelot, wake up, I must get to town immediately!"

The gelatenous he-creature awoke and began to aid his master on his walk into town. "Sweet Lhancelot, I know what is happening. Never in my life have I gone longer than 24 hours without mating. I never knew it before, but it must be the source of my power!"

He collapsed at the gates to the town, a young bard was just exiting. Tekilya called out to him. "Young man! Tell the women of the town I have reversed my decision and will bed any or all of them! I must have them immediately!"

"Begging your pardon good sir, but after your heroic displays yesterday and refusal to bed any of the townsfolk, they all left on a pilgrimage to the nearby town to satisfy themselves at the local tavern." explained the bard.

"No..." moaned Tekilya, feeling weaker by the second. "I will never make it that far, I fear I have met my end... how fitting and ironic that my greatest enemy was my generosity and kindness to humanity."

"Master..." gurgled Lhancelot. "You have given me freedom and a respect that I have never known. Please let me do you this great service and grant you my virginity."

"My dear Lhancelot, you would do that for me?" said the monk with teary eyes. Whether the tears were from an endearing respect for the man or due to the hideous odor it emitted he did not know.

"Never have I known the touch of another human being, even the rabid wolves and undead have ignored me despite my pleas. It would be an honor to have you as my first" he said as the behemoth began to undress.

"Not here!" said the bard, "Over there is a hidden alcove I am accustomed to using".

"Thank you, my sweet bard, I do need to protect my reputation and can't be seen copulating with this abomination in public, I'd rather die" Tekilya explained.

"You may call me Sadiki" explained the bard. "I shall watch over you during this sex act just in case you fall ill. I assure you I take no self-pleasure from witnessing such a glorious display of man-on-freak action."

And so Lhancelot bent over and presented himself before Tekilya, the monk master was not sure if he would survive as it took him a while to peel back the many folds that blocked the never-washed buttocks that lay before him. But after a few tense moments, Tekilya and Lhancelot became one.

With every thrust of his hips he felt his strength return, after every grunt he felt his member grow, and each bead of sweat that dripped from his forehead washed away his acne.

Tekilya's muscles began to glow with a bright energy as he approached his climax, and when he finally reached his end his seed exploded with such force that it shot so violently through the pig-like creature that it disintegrated him into a pink mist. The only remnant left behind was the image he drew in the sand: A cat shrugging it's shoulders while wearing a birthday hat.

"My darling Lhancelot, I will never understand you, but your sacrifice will not be forgotten..." With that, Tekilya walked off into the sunset, abandoning his quest for emptiness and renewing his passion for the flesh.

The End

___________________________________

Epilogue

The jailer opened the cell door and Filbus followed with his great contingent of clerics. There lay Tekilya among his own filth, spouting about non-sense and scrawling barely legible words onto the wall with his own feces.

"Do not worry my friend, we will find a cure for your madness." the Halfling reassured the monk.

After a great many hours chanting their prayers of healing, the clerics gave up and informed Filbus of the bad news. "I'm sorry m'lord, ever since Braknar stripped him of his title he's just become more and more withdrawn. Just now he was chanting, 'Ooooh Lhancelot, these puss-filled warts on your back make great hand holds'. I'm afraid he's locked in his own alternate reality which is generated from his narcissism."

"Very well." said Filbus, still determined. "We shall not lose hope. For now, continue his steady diet of rats. Aside from giving him ample nutrition they are also the perfect size for his micro-penis while enacting his sex fantasies".

With that, Filbus locked the door to Tekilya's cell and took his leave.

[Lulz~Sect]

takes off his robe and wizard hat and sheathes his gnarled staff
Motions to the nearest fairy dusted cracked out wood elf
“It’s not gonna cast itself”
Winks

[Jimjam]

What a plot twist! It really tweaked my literary nipples.

I'm looking forward to Lhancelot's pictorial response!

[Lhancelot]

What a plot twist! It really tweaked my literary nipples.

I'm looking forward to Lhancelot's pictorial response!

https://i.imgur.com/AuAzhdU.gif

[Rygar]

https://i.imgur.com/Kuos1Hh.jpg
(For those that missed it, story pulled from this thread here (https://www.project1999.com/forums/showthread.php?t=282602&page=59))

Part 5: Wedar and the Downfall of Azure Guard (and Manasana's Pants)

Let me tell you the tale how I, Wedar, brought about the fall of Azure Guard.

AG has long been dependent on my 3-4 raid attendances per year, and without me their knowledge of the Hole would be completely lost, bottle-necking too many member epics and causing unrest.

For months now, I have missed Manasana. My lips grew chapped as my favorite buttocks to kiss had left to form Blood Guard. So chapped in fact that my mouth resembled a collection of withered Marr Cherries.

AG and BG were set to meet in the Freeport Square to discuss terms on how to handle future Lodizal engages between us, along with how to rotate other scraps that A/A had no time to chase after.

It was here, that I would drive the knife into Azure Guard. We all faced off at the square, Manasana stood unmoving, resolute, and defiant as he waited for Ruffel to make the first offering of terms. But it was Wedar who stepped forward...

Hushed murmurs spread amongst the AG ranks as I crossed the line and stood behind Manasana. With one hand I stripped the AG mark from my tunic, with the other I grabbed Manasana's trousers and pulled them down to his ankles.

The mid-day sun nearly blinded me as it reflected off his pasty buttocks. But slowly, as my pupils dialated the sight before me came into view...

White as the glaciers of Everfrost, but with a scattering of subtle veins that would drive a dwarf mad with desire of cobalt. A surface so cratered that it would put Lavastorm to shame, and with enough hair to attract the burliest Gnoll.

I pursed my lips and pushed them into Manasana's ass repeatedly... I knew not whether my teeth had lanced a boil or if it was just the spewing forth of my own saliva, and I did not care... only that the juices filled my once cracked lips and made me whole again.

Many members of AG cringed and wretched (all but Sadiki), Ruffel fell to his knees in defeat, one by one they all ripped the brand of AG from their shirts and crossed over, getting in line behind me ready to pay hommage to their new leader. Many ran to the guild hall to topple the statues of Nemce that had been erected in his honor.

And so, Azure Guard had fallen.

I stood and fastened Manasana's trousers. I tell Manasana, "I trust I did well in paying you hommage?"

Manasana tells me, "I'm sorry, I'm away from keyboard right now (A.F.K.)"

Confusion set in for a moment, then all of a sudden Manasana shouted:
"VS POP!! VS POP!! We need Chanters to Rune and lots of DPS, I'm logging over to Tank, get your fucking asses to Dreadlands NOW!! Meet inside KC. Join on discord to chat or even to listen, it's a lot of fun! Come on everybody LET'S DO THIS!!"

Manasana tells me, "Heh, what? Was AFK. Hommage, whats that? what are you talking about? VS Pop dude, you coming? Could use DPS, we need u!"

[Lhancelot]

https://i.imgur.com/MuEtxby.jpg

Part 4: Tekilya Wu'Tang and the Quest of Emptiness

Tekilya awoke among his harem of women, as he yawned and stretched his muscles glistened in the morning sun. The women instantly became wet with desire and begged to have him once more before he took his leave of them.

The monk sighed and nodded, using the carnal discipline of his own making, he outstretched his limbs and all manner of appendages. He simultaneously pleasured all 13 women until they shared a collective orgasm and collapsed exhausted on the bed.

Once upon a time Tekilya would have taken pleasure in such a task, but lately he has felt empty inside. What more was left for him in this world? He stroked Chest's shriveled penis that hung about his neck and reflected on his life.

He defeated the corruptors known as BDA, he became the most geared out Monk that Norrath has ever seen, pleasured every woman and she-beast in the realm (before the age of 16), defeated Vulak A'Err single-handedly (even as the little bitch brought all his friends to help), and even tapped that sweet ass of Tunare.

Tekilya decided it was time for him to try and achieve emptiness as Master Wu had taught him. So he decided to roam the earth and give back to the citizens of Norrath rather than work towards cementing his legacy as the most handsome and deadliest monk in history.

So he smeared mud across his face, disheveled his golden hair, and donned the guise of a beggar and proceeded to walk the lands. Alas, it was of little use. Everywhere he went common folk and royalty alike begged him to impregnate their daughters.

He came to a small gypsy village, in their caravan was hideously deformed man. He was hunchbacked, had acne for days, and the physique of a bloated walrus carcass. They kept him locked in a cage of his own filth, clearly the freak was meant to be used in their sideshow attraction.

He decided this would be his first task towards achieving emptiness. With a single flick of his wrist he loosed 8 shuriken which killed the gypsies instantly. He smashed open the cage with his bare fist and freed the mongoloid. "You are free to go and live your life as you choose" declared the monk.

The troglodyte scribbled an image of a pig wearing sunglasses and giving a thumbs up. Tekilya seemed perplexed.

A passer-by stopped and explained what had just transpired to the monk. "You need to forgive poor Lhancelot. Somewhere along the lines he thought he was cool and funny to just reply to people with images that were mildly amusing or just fell flat with little relevance. While he is capable of speaking, I think you'll find it better when he doesn't."

The monk nodded, the creature was more pathetic than he first thought. "I shall make it my mission to train and redeem this sad excuse for a life. Go forth to the nearest town Lhancelot and prepare them for my arrival, tell them to bring any non-sexual problem they have to me and I will solve it on my path towards emptiness. I must abstain from all enjoyment of the flesh if I am to achieve this goal."

And so the cripple limped into town, being careful to keep his weight on his one leg that the leprosy had not yet overcome. He spoke of the glory of Tekilya Wu'Tang and his quest to help the little people of Norrath.

Tekilya arrived and the entire town was lined up and waiting for him. And so Tekilya began his good work. Among the good he did that day was plow a field by doing a series of roundhouse kicks, create a passage through the mountainside to the adjacent town by using this Thunderous Kick discipline, defeated the local brigands that threatened the town, and carved his own image into a pillar by loosing a volley of shurikens so that the people may worship him and feel safe. His emptiness was nearly achieved.

The last of the townsfolk approached Tekilya. The old man dropped an Unopenable Box (https://wiki.project1999.com/Unopenable_Box) before the monk. "Long ago in the Temple of Veeshan I pried this artifact from the horrid beast known as Gozzrem. I have traveled the globe trying to open it, but tradesfolk and wizards alike have all failed."

Tekilya picked up the artifact and held it against his chest, he took a deep breath then crushed it between his pecs. The hinge creaked open and out tumbled a great horned dildo with Lady Nev's insignia etched in it's side.

"Our work here is done, Lhancelot. Let us make camp for the night, and tomorrow we shall find a new town." Without hesitation the beast curled about the feet of it's master, Tekilya grabbed a hold of it's over abundance of skin and pulled it about himself to stay warm through the night.

The sun rose and Tekilya stretched his arms out wide. Something felt off... he flexed his muscles yet there was a softness he had never known, then he felt his face and there was a pimple where there had never been any before. He began to comprehend what was happening, but he needed one final confirmation. He grabbed his measuring stick and placed it within his trousers. "14 inches, just as I feared... it's shrinking!" gasped the monk. "Quickly Lhancelot, wake up, I must get to town immediately!"

The gelatenous he-creature awoke and began to aid his master on his walk into town. "Sweet Lhancelot, I know what is happening. Never in my life have I gone longer than 24 hours without mating. I never knew it before, but it must be the source of my power!"

He collapsed at the gates to the town, a young bard was just exiting. Tekilya called out to him. "Young man! Tell the women of the town I have reversed my decision and will bed any or all of them! I must have them immediately!"

"Begging your pardon good sir, but after your heroic displays yesterday and refusal to bed any of the townsfolk, they all left on a pilgrimage to the nearby town to satisfy themselves at the local tavern." explained the bard.

"No..." moaned Tekilya, feeling weaker by the second. "I will never make it that far, I fear I have met my end... how fitting and ironic that my greatest enemy was my generosity and kindness to humanity."

"Master..." gurgled Lhancelot. "You have given me freedom and a respect that I have never known. Please let me do you this great service and grant you my virginity."

"My dear Lhancelot, you would do that for me?" said the monk with teary eyes. Whether the tears were from an endearing respect for the man or due to the hideous odor it emitted he did not know.

"Never have I known the touch of another human being, even the rabid wolves and undead have ignored me despite my pleas. It would be an honor to have you as my first" he said as the behemoth began to undress.

"Not here!" said the bard, "Over there is a hidden alcove I am accustomed to using".

"Thank you, my sweet bard, I do need to protect my reputation and can't be seen copulating with this abomination in public, I'd rather die" Tekilya explained.

"You may call me Sadiki" explained the bard. "I shall watch over you during this sex act just in case you fall ill. I assure you I take no self-pleasure from witnessing such a glorious display of man-on-freak action."

And so Lhancelot bent over and presented himself before Tekilya, the monk master was not sure if he would survive as it took him a while to peel back the many folds that blocked the never-washed buttocks that lay before him. But after a few tense moments, Tekilya and Lhancelot became one.

With every thrust of his hips he felt his strength return, after every grunt he felt his member grow, and each bead of sweat that dripped from his forehead washed away his acne.

Tekilya's muscles began to glow with a bright energy as he approached his climax, and when he finally reached his end his seed exploded with such force that it shot so violently through the pig-like creature that it disintegrated him into a pink mist. The only remnant left behind was the image he drew in the sand: A cat shrugging it's shoulders while wearing a birthday hat.

"My darling Lhancelot, I will never understand you, but your sacrifice will not be forgotten..." With that, Tekilya walked off into the sunset, abandoning his quest for emptiness and renewing his passion for the flesh.

The End

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Epilogue

The jailer opened the cell door and Filbus followed with his great contingent of clerics. There lay Tekilya among his own filth, spouting about non-sense and scrawling barely legible words onto the wall with his own feces.

"Do not worry my friend, we will find a cure for your madness." the Halfling reassured the monk.

After a great many hours chanting their prayers of healing, the clerics gave up and informed Filbus of the bad news. "I'm sorry m'lord, ever since Braknar stripped him of his title he's just become more and more withdrawn. Just now he was chanting, 'Ooooh Lhancelot, these puss-filled warts on your back make great hand holds'. I'm afraid he's locked in his own alternate reality which is generated from his narcissism."

"Very well." said Filbus, still determined. "We shall not lose hope. For now, continue his steady diet of rats. Aside from giving him ample nutrition they are also the perfect size for his micro-penis while enacting his sex fantasies".

With that, Filbus locked the door to Tekilya's cell and took his leave.

@Jimjam, I had to read this multiple times before responding, so I could give a fair and honest review. This requires more than a simple gif to express my true thoughts and feelings!

Firstly, I LOVED it Rygar! Very imaginative description of the Lhancelot character, I am humbled you would name a character after me, truly!

I also liked the fact you incorporated not only your self-perceived qualities you'd wish me to have but also true and real qualities I have! For instance, how I would sacrifice my own comforts for my friends and those who do well by me! This is indeed my nature, I am a "giver" by nature so you definitely showed a shrewd perception here.

I am very impressed, Rygar. Impressed and humbled as I said before.

The story is great keep up the work providing us with fun reads sir!

[HippoNipple]

You guys have a real future in did not read posts and unemployment.

[Lhancelot]

https://i.imgur.com/Kuos1Hh.jpg
(For those that missed it, story pulled from this thread here (https://www.project1999.com/forums/showthread.php?t=282602&page=59))

Part 5: Wedar and the Downfall of Azure Guard (and Manasana's Pants)

Let me tell you the tale how I, Wedar, brought about the fall of Azure Guard.

AG has long been dependent on my 3-4 raid attendances per year, and without me their knowledge of the Hole would be completely lost, bottle-necking too many member epics and causing unrest.

For months now, I have missed Manasana. My lips grew chapped as my favorite buttocks to kiss had left to form Blood Guard. So chapped in fact that my mouth resembled a collection of withered Marr Cherries.

AG and BG were set to meet in the Freeport Square to discuss terms on how to handle future Lodizal engages between us, along with how to rotate other scraps that A/A had no time to chase after.

It was here, that I would drive the knife into Azure Guard. We all faced off at the square, Manasana stood unmoving, resolute, and defiant as he waited for Ruffel to make the first offering of terms. But it was Wedar who stepped forward...

Hushed murmurs spread amongst the AG ranks as I crossed the line and stood behind Manasana. With one hand I stripped the AG mark from my tunic, with the other I grabbed Manasana's trousers and pulled them down to his ankles.

The mid-day sun nearly blinded me as it reflected off his pasty buttocks. But slowly, as my pupils dialated the sight before me came into view...

White as the glaciers of Everfrost, but with a scattering of subtle veins that would drive a dwarf mad with desire of cobalt. A surface so cratered that it would put Lavastorm to shame, and with enough hair to attract the burliest Gnoll.

I pursed my lips and pushed them into Manasana's ass repeatedly... I knew not whether my teeth had lanced a boil or if it was just the spewing forth of my own saliva, and I did not care... only that the juices filled my once cracked lips and made me whole again.

Many members of AG cringed and wretched (all but Sadiki), Ruffel fell to his knees in defeat, one by one they all ripped the brand of AG from their shirts and crossed over, getting in line behind me ready to pay hommage to their new leader. Many ran to the guild hall to topple the statues of Nemce that had been erected in his honor.

And so, Azure Guard had fallen.

I stood and fastened Manasana's trousers. I tell Manasana, "I trust I did well in paying you hommage?"

Manasana tells me, "I'm sorry, I'm away from keyboard right now (A.F.K.)"

Confusion set in for a moment, then all of a sudden Manasana shouted:
"VS POP!! VS POP!! We need Chanters to Rune and lots of DPS, I'm logging over to Tank, get your fucking asses to Dreadlands NOW!! Meet inside KC. Join on discord to chat or even to listen, it's a lot of fun! Come on everybody LET'S DO THIS!!"

Manasana tells me, "Heh, what? Was AFK. Hommage, whats that? what are you talking about? VS Pop dude, you coming? Could use DPS, we need u!"

Ah yes, an oldie but goodie glad you added this to the collection! Rygar, you should consider writing short stories for a living. I think you could make something of this gift you have.

I am always surprised by what some of the posters create here some of it really is impressively creative. I particularly enjoy Melon, Skarlorn, Spyder, and Rygar I got to add you to my list for your story writing. You got a well-rounded style of writing, great vocabulary and nice flow to your stories.

I realize you write in jest of me and others, but that doesn't matter at all because the stories are very entertaining to say the least. :)

[Lhancelot]

According to the eRP you are more of a "taker"

Muahahaha

No no, you are misinterpreting his presentation of the character. I can see how you can see it in that manner but if you look deeper into it, Lhancelot the character is actually giving Tekilya what he needs when he is at his most desperate and weakest.

Lhancelot is loyal, and he sees the one man who gave him mercy needing something he could provide, and so ho does! What an honorable and giving creature Lhancelot is!

[Lhancelot]

I forgot to mention Akashic and Sneaksy are great too especially if you don't enjoy the ERP that Rygar and others create.

Akashic stopped writing though as did Sneaksy ages ago. What happened to Sneaksy? :(

Spyder was entertaining too I just never read a lot of Spyder's fanfic stuff. Just this Filbus inspired story which was very good. Sorry Spyder forgot to mention you as an awesome writer!!!

Anyway, great stuff we got many talented people on the forums it seems. You nerds should take your talent and do something with it.

[Nexii]

Chapter 1 - The Real Mistress of P99

The female drow tapped her white dragonscale boots on the floor by the bed. Nexii had been waiting several hours for Sirken to return to Neriak. A single knock on the door brought the tapping to an end.

"You're late." She stated, as he arrived at the doorway, gasping as if out of breath.

"I had a lot of petitions to answer..." The pale-gold plated GM replied.

"Silence! I don't want to hear your excuses. That's what Menden and Bracknar are for. Also I caught you streaming again today. All while I've been here all day, with nothing to do. Ever since these quakes, all I do is sit around idle six days a week." The priestess ranted.

"We could do what we always do." Sirken shrugged with his trademark indifference.

"Fine then, talk dirty to me." Nexii relented. The evil cleric had a twisted grin on her face that belied her true nature. As a follower of Innoruuk, she loved to rustle others and Sirken was no exception to that.

"Fuck me Miss Nexii. Your healing makes me so hot." Sirken began to disrobe, taking off his plate armor piece by piece. But to his dismay, Nexii sat on the bed, refusing to do the same. She nodded her head in disapproval.

"No, not that kind of dirty. Talk evillll to me." She brandished a whip in her hand, letting the server admin take the next step.

"I instituted a new raid rule today. Two, actually." Sirken replied. Almost instantly, Nexii felt a tingle running down from her spine and to her nether regions. She loved it when he imposed his will on the populace. Secretly she longed for this sort of power herself, but not the responsibility that came with it all.

"Oh? T-t...tell me more." Nexii felt a bit flustered just at Sirken's mentionings.

"No more Amulet of Necropotence in Temple of Veeshan, and no more leaving corpses around." Sirken replied. "I came up with it on the fly, what do you think?"

"Mmm, that's so hot. All those players who spent 300k plat on AoNs won't be allowed to show it off. And players will be paranoid to leave any corpses around. I'm sure a few will accidentally loot and lose their experience." The casual suffering of raiders aroused Nexii, making her dark cheeks turn flush and red.

Sirken picked up on this, and sat on the bed next to Nexii. He leaned against her and whispered in her ear:
"I'm not even going to document these new rules."

Nexii breathed out heavily, the lust clear as her breasts rose and fell. Nothing was better than the thought of new players being completely lost to the Kafkaesque set of rules that Sirken had devised. She imagined lengthy teamspeak conversations and future punishments, and more sadistic outcomes as her eyelids flickered. It took her a moment to compose herself.

"You've been a bad GM...you deserve to be punished severely."

Before Sirken could use his powers to put her down like Getsome, she had him pinned and handcuffed face-down on the bed. A strapon was donned around her waist and lubed up. Not just any strapon, it was long and black, 12 inches in length.

"You're going to take this. I had it made in the likeness of Rogean, I'm sure you'll enjoy it in some way." Nexii stated, grabbing Sirken around the waist and then shoving the whole length in.

"Hnnn! You can't do this! I'm the server admin!" Sirken protested as his dark asshole was reamed, over and over.

"Please. Or what? You'll ban me? It's 2017, no one believes males in power any more. It's my word and the cuck's against yours." She knew Sadiki would be watching from somewhere, as he always managed to do. His voyeurism was an impressive skill if only his literary prowess could someday match it.

Sirken moaned as he was worked over. Try as he might, he was powerless for once and had to take it. He figured that in some odd way, his relationship with Nexii wasn't all that different from the rest of the server. An endless power struggle. He flopped face-down onto the bed and gave less resistance.

"Good. Now say it." Nexii glowered, and grinned. The command was more humiliating than the act that she'd put him through.

Sirken whimpered. The Rogean-shaped dildo was bringing him closer each time it pounded against his prostate. He brought himself to reply.

"I...I concede Nexii." He wailed, right as he came on the bed in a torrent of pent-up dark elf seed.

"Yes, and you'll concede the next two orgasms. And now, you'll serve your suspension." Nexii fastened restraints to each of his limbs, each of which in turn were affixed to the ceiling. She pulled on a chain which elevated him into the air above the bed. A gag brought his complaints to an end as she finished her explanation.

"I think I'll double your time above the bed this time. Since you made such a mess of this encounter and were more whiny than usual." Nexii stated.

Another knock at the door was heard, as if on cue. It was a massive ogre, nearly naked aside from a towel-sized loincloth that hid what he was packing. Judging by his innate power she knew it could only be Cylock.

"Mmm, hey there big boy. Care to show me why they call you 'The Brute'? The cleric grinned as she felt up his impressive sized body. Her fun had just started for the night.

[Rygar]

Wedar's Log - 12/8/2017:

I know not if what I read was arousing or troublesome, I fear I have blurred those lines for all of Norrath. What began as a bit of fun has turned into an out of control experiment where all manner of fetishes have boiled to the surface in a stew of lust and celebrated sexual expression.

The game has changed, but the players are the same (just more aroused). How will I now navigate the streets of Freeport as the merchants are replaced with prostitutes and Bakeries are turned into Leather Bars?

Why, just today Holgresh Elder Beads have jumped to 300k as they have a newly discovered use and have changed the anal bead meta.

Sadiki, if you are reading this I am sorry... Sorry that I have turned your sleek, yet chiseled frame into the object of desire across every city of Norrath. The shadows are no longer yours alone, many more voyeurs have come out to crowd your once lonely domain.

[skarlorn]

Chapter 1 - The Real Mistress of P99

The female drow tapped her white dragonscale boots on the floor by the bed. Nexii had been waiting several hours for Sirken to return to Neriak. A single knock on the door brought the tapping to an end.

"You're late." She stated, as he arrived at the doorway, gasping as if out of breath.

"I had a lot of petitions to answer..." The pale-gold plated GM replied.

"Silence! I don't want to hear your excuses. That's what Menden and Bracknar are for. Also I caught you streaming again today. All while I've been here all day, with nothing to do. Ever since these quakes, all I do is sit around idle six days a week." The priestess ranted.

"We could do what we always do." Sirken shrugged with his trademark indifference.

"Fine then, talk dirty to me." Nexii relented. The evil cleric had a twisted grin on her face that belied her true nature. As a follower of Innoruuk, she loved to rustle others and Sirken was no exception to that.

"Fuck me Miss Nexii. Your healing makes me so hot." Sirken began to disrobe, taking off his plate armor piece by piece. But to his dismay, Nexii sat on the bed, refusing to do the same. She nodded her head in disapproval.

"No, not that kind of dirty. Talk evillll to me." She brandished a whip in her hand, letting the server admin take the next step.

"I instituted a new raid rule today. Two, actually." Sirken replied. Almost instantly, Nexii felt a tingle running down from her spine and to her nether regions. She loved it when he imposed his will on the populace. Secretly she longed for this sort of power herself, but not the responsibility that came with it all.

"Oh? T-t...tell me more." Nexii felt a bit flustered just at Sirken's mentionings.

"No more Amulet of Necropotence in Temple of Veeshan, and no more leaving corpses around." Sirken replied. "I came up with it on the fly, what do you think?"

"Mmm, that's so hot. All those players who spent 300k plat on AoNs won't be allowed to show it off. And players will be paranoid to leave any corpses around. I'm sure a few will accidentally loot and lose their experience." The casual suffering of raiders aroused Nexii, making her dark cheeks turn flush and red.

Sirken picked up on this, and sat on the bed next to Nexii. He leaned against her and whispered in her ear:
"I'm not even going to document these new rules."

Nexii breathed out heavily, the lust clear as her breasts rose and fell. Nothing was better than the thought of new players being completely lost to the Kafkaesque set of rules that Sirken had devised. She imagined lengthy teamspeak conversations and future punishments, and more sadistic outcomes as her eyelids flickered. It took her a moment to compose herself.

"You've been a bad GM...you deserve to be punished severely."

Before Sirken could use his powers to put her down like Getsome, she had him pinned and handcuffed face-down on the bed. A strapon was donned around her waist and lubed up. Not just any strapon, it was long and black, 12 inches in length.

"You're going to take this. I had it made in the likeness of Rogean, I'm sure you'll enjoy it in some way." Nexii stated, grabbing Sirken around the waist and then shoving the whole length in.

"Hnnn! You can't do this! I'm the server admin!" Sirken protested as his dark asshole was reamed, over and over.

"Please. Or what? You'll ban me? It's 2017, no one believes males in power any more. It's my word and the cuck's against yours." She knew Sadiki would be watching from somewhere, as he always managed to do. His voyeurism was an impressive skill if only his literary prowess could someday match it.

Sirken moaned as he was worked over. Try as he might, he was powerless for once and had to take it. He figured that in some odd way, his relationship with Nexii wasn't all that different from the rest of the server. An endless power struggle. He flopped face-down onto the bed and gave less resistance.

"Good. Now say it." Nexii glowered, and grinned. The command was more humiliating than the act that she'd put him through.

Sirken whimpered. The Rogean-shaped dildo was bringing him closer each time it pounded against his prostate. He brought himself to reply.

"I...I concede Nexii." He wailed, right as he came on the bed in a torrent of pent-up dark elf seed.

"Yes, and you'll concede the next two orgasms. And now, you'll serve your suspension." Nexii fastened restraints to each of his limbs, each of which in turn were affixed to the ceiling. She pulled on a chain which elevated him into the air above the bed. A gag brought his complaints to an end as she finished her explanation.

"I think I'll double your time above the bed this time. Since you made such a mess of this encounter and were more whiny than usual." Nexii stated.

Another knock at the door was heard, as if on cue. It was a massive ogre, nearly naked aside from a towel-sized loincloth that hid what he was packing. Judging by his innate power she knew it could only be Cylock.

"Mmm, hey there big boy. Care to show me why they call you 'The Brute'? The cleric grinned as she felt up his impressive sized body. Her fun had just started for the night.

Kafkaesque

Lol

[skarlorn]

Part I - Gnome Smut

Jiggulee the Erudite stepped through the portal, into another land. On the other side of the gate he found himself between four tall Combine spires in a great and dark forest. It smelled like orc cum. Jiggulee smiled at the memories that scent invoked.

"Excuse me mr. Blacklord?" a tiny voice said below Jiggulee's knees. The erudite looked down to see the disgusting creature who had teleported him here, a gnome wearing a bright red robe.

"Can I get my tip, please?" The gnome asked politely.

Jiggulee glared at the tiny freak. Look at those wiry nose hairs and the balding pate. Look at how shrunken and malformed this creature's hands were.

"Sure, here's your tip you Fay Gater," Jiggulee sneered. He snorted, drawing mucous into his throat, and then coughed it into his mouth and spat it onto the gnome's face.

"Enjoy that. The essence of a being far superior to you," said Jiggulee. He spun on his Loam Encrusted Shoes and stalked away.

That had felt GOOD. Jiggulee was glad that his Tolapumj robe was roomy enough to hide his sudden erection. And he was glad that it gave him 41% melee haste, because he hated jerking off in the woods. He was a civilized Erudite and would bring cleansing to the world. Starting here. In Faydwer.

He grunted, cumming very quickly, and then strode towards the Eastern Zone Line. First, he needed to see someone very special. He needed to see Nibblewitz.

[skarlorn]

Part II - Gnome Smut

Nibblewitz left his humble basement apartment and went out onto the streets of Ak'Anon. Though he was a level 60 Epic Wizard with a Rend Robe and Conflag Staff, he had never developed a taste for luxury. He liked his simple basement dwelling.

Nibblewitz sniffed the air. It smelled of lubricants and gnome sweat. Most gnomes were wearing a light sheen of petroleum jelly - not only was it fashionable, but it also made it harder for the very mean big baddies outside the city to catch them. Furthermore, petroleum based products were POTENT aphrodisiacs for gnomes. Perfect. It was the right sort of night for what Nibblewitz needed to do.

Nibblewitz needed to get laid. He went to the bar and ordered a Salty Mule and kicked it back. Then, he saw his mark. A male gnome cleric wearing full Ethereal Mist plate. The cleric sat at a table with a gnomish female wearing a black robe. Probably just a peasant.

Nibblewitz sauntered over and pointed at the chair where the woman sat. "May I?" He asked the cleric.

"Um, that seat is occupied," the cleric squeaked.

Nibblewitz held out his hand and - FLASH - bright red lightning surrounded the gnomish woman in a circle and evaporated her. He sat on the seat.

"I am Nibblewitz Fizzlebean, perhaps you've heard of me."

The cleric's jaw dropped. "THE Nibblewitz? Who invented the spell: Tears of Salt?"

Nibblewitz nodded. "What's your name, pal?"

"I am named Frodo."

For a moment, Nibblewitz almost sent a petition for this violation of naming conventions. But he stopped. It wouldn't matter after he had accomplished his mission. He needed to FUCK this gnome.

He sat and drank with Frodo, regaling the cleric with the story of how he, Nibblewitz, singlehandedly destroyed the Class R rotation that the God Emperor Rogean had put in place. Nibblewitz cackled with glee and sprung a massive (relative) erection as he recounted the Gorenaire gateway mob proposition.

Frodo's eyes widened when he saw Nibblewitz's huge (tiny) penis bulge against his robes.

Nibblewitz leaned over, touching Frodo's hand. "Shall we take this elsewhere... I can... open my Fay Gate for u."

Frodo blinked, then recoiled. "I-- I'm not gay!" he said quietly but forcefully.

Nibble laughed, head tilted back. "And I'm not Nibblewitz!"

Frodo looked from side to side. He stood up. "I'm going to ... go..."

Suddenly, the wizard seized Frodo's hand with a sweaty, eager grip. "Come on, Frodo. You play p99 Everquest. Everyone here is gay, bi, or trans."

The cleric was not convinced.

Nibblewitz leaned in, licked his lips, and then whispered, "I'll let you touch my Fizzlebean."

Frodo chirped. Then nodded.

They left the bar together.

[skarlorn]

Part III - Gnome Smut

Nibblewitz Fizzlebean bent Frodo over the bed in the cleric's room. They were both buck naked with huge (small) erections. Nibblewitz spat onto his hand and then thrust it into Frodo's anus. Gnome spit contains powerful lubricants, useful for two things: greasing cogs and fucking ass.

Now that his mark was well lubed, Nibble slid his tiny gnome cock into the stinky butthole. Ah. Yes. THAT was nice. Just what he needed.

He rocked back and forth, humming "An Ode to Chest."

"Um, Nibblewitz... Could you maybe fuck my ass a little bit harder?"

Nibblewitz looked at the back of Frodo's head through slitted eyes. "Oh, you want it harder you dirty fucking gnome?"

Frodo moaned with pleasure. "Yes... Talk dirty to me!"

Nibblewitz thrusted harder, harder. Then stopped abruptly. Frodo looked over his shoulder, exasperated. Nibblewitz leered at him.

Then he punched the cleric in the face.

Frodo YAULP III'd and twisted forward, but even with his extra strength he was no match for Nibblewitz, who had rooted him in place and pumped frantically, his tiny, twisted gnomish cock spasming in and out of Frodo's gritty butt hole.

"You fucking freak," Nibblewitz said breathily. "All you gnomes make me sick. You fucking twisted short little freaks."

Frodo cried. "But you are a gnome, Nibblewitz!"

Nibblewitz's voice changed to sound exactly like Bill Cosby. "I already told you, dumb fuck. I'm not Nibblewitz."

And then Nibble's body erupted in a white, brilliant light, and he transformed to Jiggulee the Erudite Enchanter. His penis turned long and thin and really got up in Frodo's guts.

"I am Jiggulee Hitler of <the Gnomish Extermination League>. And I am here to KILL YOU!" Jiggulee howled.

Frodo struggled under the grip of this mad Erudite. But he was rooted... and that penis was really gettin him feelin preetttttyy good.

Another flash of light. Jiggulee transformed into a dwarf. A human. AN OGRE.

The enchanter's penis became the size of a gnome - while still inside Frodo - and the poor gnomish cleric literally exploded on his dick. Bits of Frodo's meat splattered on the wall, on Jiggulee's Tolapumj robe. Frodo's eyeball rolled slowly in circles on the bedspread.

Jiggulee CUMMED HARD. He squirted hot ogre spunk onto the walls, gripping his penis in both hands and spinning around, giggling as his ooze coated the room in the ogre milk. THIS. THIS WAS WHAT HE HAD BEEN MISSING FROM EVERQUEST.

Once the cum finally stopped, Jiggulee sighed with a smile. He wiped the sweat off his head. His guild leader would be happy to hear that a level 60 gnomish cleric had died. Each cleric killed was like killing a thousand other gnomes, since that cleric could never rezz his malformed brethren. Jiggulee picked up Frodo's lone eyeball from the cum-splattered meat mush on every surface of the room.

"That's what you get for violating the p99 naming conventions," he whispered suddenly. Then he squished the eyeball in his hand and gated back to Erudin.

It was time to take a bath!

[Nexii]

This server needs a writer's guild

[Rygar]

Best quote in this thread by far:

Gnome spit contains powerful lubricants, useful for two things: greasing cogs and fucking ass.

I confess I tend to enjoy the more subtle or "softcore" homoerotica, but indeed your smut had me busting a gut, and I don't even know those characters! Very masterful to weave a history lesson in for future generations so they may simultaneously pleasure themselves and learn.

I think somewhere Nilbog is reading these latest updates and leaning back in his high-back chair with a smile on his face and a tear in his eye thinking, "Never have I been happier that I created Project 1999..."

[Lhancelot]

Part III - Gnome Smut

Nibblewitz Fizzlebean bent Frodo over the bed in the cleric's room. They were both buck naked with huge (small) erections. Nibblewitz spat onto his hand and then thrust it into Frodo's anus. Gnome spit contains powerful lubricants, useful for two things: greasing cogs and fucking ass.

Now that his mark was well lubed, Nibble slid his tiny gnome cock into the stinky butthole. Ah. Yes. THAT was nice. Just what he needed.

He rocked back and forth, humming "An Ode to Chest."

"Um, Nibblewitz... Could you maybe fuck my ass a little bit harder?"

Nibblewitz looked at the back of Frodo's head through slitted eyes. "Oh, you want it harder you dirty fucking gnome?"

Frodo moaned with pleasure. "Yes... Talk dirty to me!"

Nibblewitz thrusted harder, harder. Then stopped abruptly. Frodo looked over his shoulder, exasperated. Nibblewitz leered at him.

Then he punched the cleric in the face.

Frodo YAULP III'd and twisted forward, but even with his extra strength he was no match for Nibblewitz, who had rooted him in place and pumped frantically, his tiny, twisted gnomish cock spasming in and out of Frodo's gritty butt hole.

"You fucking freak," Nibblewitz said breathily. "All you gnomes make me sick. You fucking twisted short little freaks."

Frodo cried. "But you are a gnome, Nibblewitz!"

Nibblewitz's voice changed to sound exactly like Bill Cosby. "I already told you, dumb fuck. I'm not Nibblewitz."

And then Nibble's body erupted in a white, brilliant light, and he transformed to Jiggulee the Erudite Enchanter. His penis turned long and thin and really got up in Frodo's guts.

"I am Jiggulee Hitler of <the Gnomish Extermination League>. And I am here to KILL YOU!" Jiggulee howled.

Frodo struggled under the grip of this mad Erudite. But he was rooted... and that penis was really gettin him feelin preetttttyy good.

Another flash of light. Jiggulee transformed into a dwarf. A human. AN OGRE.

The enchanter's penis became the size of a gnome - while still inside Frodo - and the poor gnomish cleric literally exploded on his dick. Bits of Frodo's meat splattered on the wall, on Jiggulee's Tolapumj robe. Frodo's eyeball rolled slowly in circles on the bedspread.

Jiggulee CUMMED HARD. He squirted hot ogre spunk onto the walls, gripping his penis in both hands and spinning around, giggling as his ooze coated the room in the ogre milk. THIS. THIS WAS WHAT HE HAD BEEN MISSING FROM EVERQUEST.

Once the cum finally stopped, Jiggulee sighed with a smile. He wiped the sweat off his head. His guild leader would be happy to hear that a level 60 gnomish cleric had died. Each cleric killed was like killing a thousand other gnomes, since that cleric could never rezz his malformed brethren. Jiggulee picked up Frodo's lone eyeball from the cum-splattered meat mush on every surface of the room.

"That's what you get for violating the p99 naming conventions," he whispered suddenly. Then he squished the eyeball in his hand and gated back to Erudin.

It was time to take a bath!

For some reason I imagine this as an animated cartoon style movie. All the descriptive stuff and what not. Disgusting but colorful. :)

[Nexii]

Forum Artists Guild

embodies all art works including literature, music, paintings, philosophical musings.

Sounds great can I be a FAG officer

[skarlorn]

I would join too

[Lulz~Sect]

I still have not read any of this thread

[maskedmelon]

1
The man drew long swaths of the sticky night air into his lungs,
his prettily scented breath gliding in and out of him, mercilessly whipping the night air liek a serpent of frenzied flame. he was very enthused. hunched liek a cripple, his back arched in the shape of a great a question mark as he hammered at a imaginary drum between his legs, his bard feet stamping furiously to the silent rhythm.

suddenly the hot rips of air pumping furiously through his nose tangled in his sinuses and came stumbling back out with a sound not unliek feminine flatulence as i slipped, barely findin my feets and avoiding a late dinner of cobblestone and my own teeth. he shifted uncomfortably, as he looked down at me, his face red and wet with exertion.

"W-what are you doing here, missy?" he demanded, his face shrinking into a more authoritative grimace.

I paused. it wasn't a drum i thought to myself as he discreetly slipped a large flute into his pants. i had never understood bards or the magic behind they music and tbqh, i di'n't really care to neither.

the elf shot air through his nose so forcefully it was as if he meant to chide notes from the flute in his pants, but i knew differently. he was snatchin at my wanderin' mind and reiteratin' his demand. i stared defiantly at the flute bulge a moment longer before acknowledging him.

i looked up at him, scrunchin my face in bold display of my displeasure.

"i heard a commotion," i said glaring up at him as menacingly as i could make myself.

"a commotion is it?" he piqued, apparently oblivious to the unfiltered sounds of rancid passion scrambling from the window next to him as if desperate to escape those from which they came.

"mhmm," i said, nodding as the world disappeared briefly with my smile.

HNNNNN came a loud groan from the window, shaking me from the complacency that tend to stalk me. I scrunched my face accusingly at the elf, rolling my eyes from him to the window and back. he shifted uneasily and flicked his eyes to the window before looking back at me. GO ON! his eyebrows shouted at me as he through the bushy little things against his sweat slicked forehead.

"right," I said nodding, " so i was sketchin', in my home mind, well, it's my home, but just got back, been away," i nodded expressively "on a mission, been spreadin' Hate and whatnot, and-"

"SHHHHhhhhhhhhh," he shushed me raising one of his exceedingly dexterous, well groomed fingers to his lips. i scrunched my face in protest. HE asked ME and now he shush me >.>

a silky voice marched authoritatively from the window with vexing familiarity. NEXII-senpai!!! my eyes bout exploded with excitement as i dashed over to the window. my mouth fell open and my cheeks flushed as i saw sister Nexii poised magestically in all manner of resplendent thingies atop a most unbecoming mount.

an excited squeal scurried up my throat, but failed to gain the night air as a silky smooth hand pulsing with dexterous supremacy wrapped my mouth, drawing my jaw closed and imploring my lips to caress my teeth. id forgotten the elf was still there and startled by his touch, i stumbled backward. he was beating his drum again (or flute, or whatever) and his fist slammed into my right buttocks as i fell back. i yelped, but his magical fingers against my lips smothered the sound in my throat before it could crash into the room.

i sighed softly through my nose thankful to be spared the indignantly of interfering in Sister Nexii's ministry of Hate. the elf knew this and sought immediate payment of this debt. Shoving me forward, my mouth still sealed behind his exquisite fingers, he used my body to pin my hands to the sill and ripped down my thong letting the elastichain snap back against my cheeks at their fullest point all without missing a beat of his drum...flute...whatever.

twisting as best I could, i glanced back at him, my eyes bulging in horror. i was saving myself for a beholder! ;n;. he firmly, but gently jerked my head back 'round toward the room and softly tugged it down, bidding me look in reminder of my debt. i swallowed in resignation and allowed my eyes to steep in the majesty of Sister Nexii as my vision blurred behind the fluid pooling on my bottom lids.

the bard's feet stamped with great fervor, liek and insolent nooblet denied his due sow. the vibrations slithered around slipping into my dorf boots, the halfmen flesh jiggled softly against my legs. sliding between my toes and around my feet the rhythm sent shivers pulsing from my heels up through me to my crown.

his flute brushed against my panty and i blinked. the tears cascading down my cheeks threw Sister Nexii into focus as the bard's flute slid down my back and between my cheeks in a single perfectly timed whole note, butt what came next was unexpected. surprise took me liek a lecherous bard in the night. Nexii soared liek a demon in front of me. her beautiful face sang with the most intimate of hatred, impassioned by Innoruuk himself as the bard's flute tenderli kissed my blue button.

i slumped in relief - he only wanted half of me! - just as the bard sank his instrument into me over three whole notes, slowly drowning it in my warmth. my lower lip found it way between my teeth and i gnawed hungrily at it as i stretched around the warm woodwind. it's uncompromising girth pressed powerfully against the tender flesh which rewarded its stony conviction with a loving caress.

Nexii moved gloriously in front of me as the bard withdrew all but the
tip. just the tip? his breath fell upon me in waves of mint and cardamom and bergamot. He has resumed the forceful breathing I had witnessed earlier and i felt something as he plunged back into me. my vocal cords strained against the silencing ward of his fingers as the flute fluttered within me. the bard shot forceful breaths at the flute with the each new thrust, quickening to match Nexii's frenzied speed.

his feet stamped furiously, his breath sputtered violently liek a steam locomotive -if ever there were such a thing- and his feet stamped violently as if he'd been offered a 90. the gentle thwap, thwap, thwapping of his powerful thighs against mine had become a steady hum and his flute sang silently within me, the magic notes scattering throughout my yielding flesh liek rays of ecstasy in oblivion.

my vision blurred and I was lost to the world pressed flat upon nirvana. I felt it coming. a great crescendo sounded through my body and then suddenly it was over. Sister Nexii's mount enjoyed the liberty of flight i noted with a bit of envy as she welcomed a large friendly looking fat man to her room. i felt the bard's warmth draining from me and glanced around chewing nervously at my lip. he was gone. all that remained was a burning sensation where he'd struck my cheek. i brushed it as I fixed my chanty - chain painty, duUuhh- and noticed the flesh was sticky. i couldn't get a good look at it where I was, so i waddled best i could back to my room, the sounds of Nexii's ministry floating on the night air. i'd witnessed enough commotion for one evening.

back at my room, i frowned as i examined the mark on my rump.

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[Nexii]

I still have not read any of this thread

Not buying it with that sig >>

[skarlorn]

melon you really know how to write to me.

mispelling like almost every time and a queef reference in 2nd paragraph

ENJOYED

[hyejin]

I'm having a nice day

[maskedmelon]

i am having a good day too ^^


and glad you enjoyed it skarls (o^^o)

[Nexii]

1
The man drew long swaths of the sticky night air into his lungs,
his prettily scented breath gliding in and out of him, mercilessly whipping the night air liek a serpent of frenzied flame. he was very enthused. hunched liek a cripple, his back arched in the shape of a great a question mark as he hammered at a imaginary drum between his legs, his bard feet stamping furiously to the silent rhythm.

suddenly the hot rips of air pumping furiously through his nose tangled in his sinuses and came stumbling back out with a sound not unliek feminine flatulence as i slipped, barely findin my feets and avoiding a late dinner of cobblestone and my own teeth. he shifted uncomfortably, as he looked down at me, his face red and wet with exertion.

"W-what are you doing here, missy?" he demanded, his face shrinking into a more authoritative grimace.

I paused. it wasn't a drum i thought to myself as he discreetly slipped a large flute into his pants. i had never understood bards or the magic behind they music and tbqh, i di'n't really care to neither.

the elf shot air through his nose so forcefully it was as if he meant to chide notes from the flute in his pants, but i knew differently. he was snatchin at my wanderin' mind and reiteratin' his demand. i stared defiantly at the flute bulge a moment longer before acknowledging him.

i looked up at him, scrunchin my face in bold display of my displeasure.

"i heard a commotion," i said glaring up at him as menacingly as i could make myself.

"a commotion is it?" he piqued, apparently oblivious to the unfiltered sounds of rancid passion scrambling from the window next to him as if desperate to escape those from which they came.

"mhmm," i said, nodding as the world disappeared briefly with my smile.

HNNNNN came a loud groan from the window, shaking me from the complacency that tend to stalk me. I scrunched my face accusingly at the elf, rolling my eyes from him to the window and back. he shifted uneasily and flicked his eyes to the window before looking back at me. GO ON! his eyebrows shouted at me as he through the bushy little things against his sweat slicked forehead.

"right," I said nodding, " so i was sketchin', in my home mind, well, it's my home, but just got back, been away," i nodded expressively "on a mission, been spreadin' Hate and whatnot, and-"

"SHHHHhhhhhhhhh," he shushed me raising one of his exceedingly dexterous, well groomed fingers to his lips. i scrunched my face in protest. HE asked ME and now he shush me >.>

a silky voice marched authoritatively from the window with vexing familiarity. NEXII-senpai!!! my eyes bout exploded with excitement as i dashed over to the window. my mouth fell open and my cheeks flushed as i saw sister Nexii poised magestically in all manner of resplendent thingies atop a most unbecoming mount.

an excited squeal scurried up my throat, but failed to gain the night air as a silky smooth hand pulsing with dexterous supremacy wrapped my mouth, drawing my jaw closed and imploring my lips to caress my teeth. id forgotten the elf was still there and startled by his touch, i stumbled backward. he was beating his drum again (or flute, or whatever) and his fist slammed into my right buttocks as i fell back. i yelped, but his magical fingers against my lips smothered the sound in my throat before it could crash into the room.

i sighed softly through my nose thankful to be spared the indignantly of interfering in Sister Nexii's ministry of Hate. the elf knew this and sought immediate payment of this debt. Shoving me forward, my mouth still sealed behind his exquisite fingers, he used my body to pin my hands to the sill and ripped down my thong letting the elastichain snap back against my cheeks at their fullest point all without missing a beat of his drum...flute...whatever.

twisting as best I could, i glanced back at him, my eyes bulging in horror. i was saving myself for a beholder! ;n;. he firmly, but gently jerked my head back 'round toward the room and softly tugged it down, bidding me look in reminder of my debt. i swallowed in resignation and allowed my eyes to steep in the majesty of Sister Nexii as my vision blurred behind the fluid pooling on my bottom lids.

the bard's feet stamped with great fervor, liek and insolent nooblet denied his due sow. the vibrations slithered around slipping into my dorf boots, the halfmen flesh jiggled softly against my legs. sliding between my toes and around my feet the rhythm sent shivers pulsing from my heels up through me to my crown.

his flute brushed against my panty and i blinked. the tears cascading down my cheeks threw Sister Nexii into focus as the bard's flute slid down my back and between my cheeks in a single perfectly timed whole note, butt what came next was unexpected. surprise took me liek a lecherous bard in the night. Nexii soared liek a demon in front of me. her beautiful face sang with the most intimate of hatred, impassioned by Innoruuk himself as the bard's flute tenderli kissed my blue button.

i slumped in relief - he only wanted half of me! - just as the bard sank his instrument into me over three whole notes, slowly drowning it in my warmth. my lower lip found it way between my teeth and i gnawed hungrily at it as i stretched around the warm woodwind. it's uncompromising girth pressed powerfully against the tender flesh which rewarded its stony conviction with a loving caress.

Nexii moved gloriously in front of me as the bard withdrew all but the
tip. just the tip? his breath fell upon me in waves of mint and cardamom and bergamot. He has resumed the forceful breathing I had witnessed earlier and i felt something as he plunged back into me. my vocal cords strained against the silencing ward of his fingers as the flute fluttered within me. the bard shot forceful breaths at the flute with the each new thrust, quickening to match Nexii's frenzied speed.

his feet stamped furiously, his breath sputtered violently liek a steam locomotive -if ever there were such a thing- and his feet stamped violently as if he'd been offered a 90. the gentle thwap, thwap, thwapping of his powerful thighs against mine had become a steady hum and his flute sang silently within me, the magic notes scattering throughout my yielding flesh liek rays of ecstasy in oblivion.

my vision blurred and I was lost to the world pressed flat upon nirvana. I felt it coming. a great crescendo sounded through my body and then suddenly it was over. Sister Nexii's mount enjoyed the liberty of flight i noted with a bit of envy as she welcomed a large friendly looking fat man to her room. i felt the bard's warmth draining from me and glanced around chewing nervously at my lip. he was gone. all that remained was a burning sensation where he'd struck my cheek. i brushed it as I fixed my chanty - chain painty, duUuhh- and noticed the flesh was sticky. i couldn't get a good look at it where I was, so i waddled best i could back to my room, the sounds of Nexii's ministry floating on the night air. i'd witnessed enough commotion for one evening.

back at my room, i frowned as i examined the mark on my rump.

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super hot loved it <3

just remember all there's no reason to be upset. or sexually repressed, it's a brave new era. embrace our Prince of Hate, Innoruuk! Once you accept how much there is to hate here it's very liberating

[Muggens]

Being a fan of the old captamazing stores ive only read "gnome smut I-III" and it cracked me up, pervertidly funny stuff.

[Sadiki]

I haven't read any of this, and I feel like doing so is going to mentally scar me. All I know is my name keeps popping up and I need a lawyer.

[Lhancelot]

I haven't read any of this, and I feel like doing so is going to mentally scar me. All I know is my name keeps popping up and I need a lawyer.

Translation: I read it all and loved it. Give me moar! ^

[Rygar]

Have to admit, MMs story made me cringe. Way too rapey, did not like. Sadiki follows a strict voyeur code of ethics, the second he is discovered it is either hide, wc cap, or bard speed out of there.

[skarlorn]

glad you enjoyed muggens! :)

[hyejin]

Have to admit, MMs story made me cringe. Way too rapey, did not like. Sadiki follows a strict voyeur code of ethics, the second he is discovered it is either hide, wc cap, or bard speed out of there.

I'd put a fervent ideological defense of a gr8 work here but i left my headset somewhere so I'm typing on a smartphone using my nose, which is runny.

[AkashicRecord]

:eek:

[Lhancelot]

Have to admit, MMs story made me cringe. Way too rapey, did not like. Sadiki follows a strict voyeur code of ethics, the second he is discovered it is either hide, wc cap, or bard speed out of there.

More rapey than someone exploding into pieces on the tip of a gigantic cock? :D

I found Melon's a bit more robust and darker spirited but not more rapey. All the stories had their own flavor which made them all fun to read, I enjoyed them all tbh.

Skarlorn's story had an almost cheerful nuance which is weird considering the scenes he was depicting. His stories seem to bounce around lightly with a less serious tone especially with the outlandish action bits. That's why in my mind I could see his story easily in an X-rated maniacal animation.

[AkashicRecord]

I forgot to mention Akashic and Sneaksy are great too especially if you don't enjoy the ERP that Rygar and others create.

Akashic stopped writing though as did Sneaksy ages ago. What happened to Sneaksy? :(

Spyder was entertaining too I just never read a lot of Spyder's fanfic stuff. Just this Filbus inspired story which was very good. Sorry Spyder forgot to mention you as an awesome writer!!!

Anyway, great stuff we got many talented people on the forums it seems. You nerds should take your talent and do something with it.

I didn't stop! I just had to deal with two birthdays, the holidays, and overtime at work! :p

I'm back on the horse soon. It's snowing out now, so what better reason to log in for a few and then write some more?

[skarlorn]

Lhance, the tone of GNOME SMUT is very close to a little comic I once did with a friend called ALIEN SLUT. Light hearted extremely grotesque and violent erotica. Very funny stuff to me :)

Last I heard from Sneaksy she was working a lot and developing a video game all by herself.

Hope she posts about it when it comes out! I miss her.

I recently read a book that has a character named Lift in it. Lift is a very small girl who is an extraordinary thief with awesome powers. Really reminded me of the Sneaksy style. I think Sanderson may read the boards!

[Lhancelot]

I didn't stop! I just had to deal with two birthdays, the holidays, and overtime at work! :p

I'm back on the horse soon. It's snowing out now, so what better reason to log in for a few and then write some more?

Ah great, welcome back! Are you going to add to the "A Collection of Norrathian Homo-Erotica and other Fetishes" or contiue writing on your original series?

[Lhancelot]

Lhance, the tone of GNOME SMUT is very close to a little comic I once did with a friend called ALIEN SLUT. Light hearted extremely grotesque and violent erotica. Very funny stuff to me :)

Last I heard from Sneaksy she was working a lot and developing a video game all by herself.

Hope she posts about it when it comes out! I miss her.

I recently read a book that has a character named Lift in it. Lift is a very small girl who is an extraordinary thief with awesome powers. Really reminded me of the Sneaksy style. I think Sanderson may read the boards!

Ahhh that's interesting about Sneaksy.

Yes, so I didn't miss the tone on your writing at all. Nice job man. Was easy to read and very entertaining. I never really read porn style literature tbh, but it's pretty funny the way people do it here plus when you add the Lore of Everquest it makes it even more fun to read. :D

[AkashicRecord]

Ah great, welcome back! Are you going to add to the "A Collection of Norrathian Homo-Erotica and other Fetishes" or contiue writing on your original series?

Definitely continuing my little character story for the time being, still have a lot of directions that I can take that one. :)

[maskedmelon]

Have to admit, MMs story made me cringe. Way too rapey, did not like. Sadiki follows a strict voyeur code of ethics, the second he is discovered it is either hide, wc cap, or bard speed out of there.

i don't understand this, but am sorry i made you feel that way :c i didn't mean to make it sound like i was being raped. guess it hard to understand the appeal of being squished beneath something strong and stable if you not regularly tormented by the draining conflict of excessive choice ^^;

it wasn't rape. i submitted and angst was smushed from me (o^^o)

Sdiki was powerful and just.

[Rygar]

i don't understand this, but am sorry i made you feel that way :c i didn't mean to make it sound like i was being raped. guess it hard to understand the appeal of being squished beneath something strong and stable if you not regularly tormented by the draining conflict of excessive choice ^^;

it wasn't rape. i submitted and angst was smushed from me (o^^o)

Sdiki was powerful and just.

I don't mean to be a stick in the mud over the whole thing, just have had a few people close to me be violated so it just hit a bit too close to home for me is all (pinning the arms, squirming, looking back in horror, tears welling up, i was saving myself, etc). Just came off a bit dark and heavy emotionally for me in that scene (maybe not to others).

I don't mean to say it was all bad, I did enjoy your other descriptions and bits though, you do have a great writing quality about you!

[Nexii]

i don't understand this, but am sorry i made you feel that way :c i didn't mean to make it sound like i was being raped. guess it hard to understand the appeal of being squished beneath something strong and stable if you not regularly tormented by the draining conflict of excessive choice ^^;

it wasn't rape. i submitted and angst was smushed from me (o^^o)

Sdiki was powerful and just.

+1 even if dubious consent that is less disturbing at least to me than voyeurism. with voyeurism there's no consent at all.

[AkashicRecord]

A co-worker asked me yesterday, "what are you laughing at?"

I couldn't even...

[maskedmelon]

platwhore's lovely laugh wafted through the tunnel, its airy crackle no less enticing than the cloud of exotic fragrances that clung to her as eagerly the elfs of the commonlands. little waves of humor rippled across her flesh as she /giggled, shaking her vulgar form obscenely beneath a spider silk nighty so sheer the Freeport militia regularly inspected her inventory to verify she was decent.

"looks liek you have some slots to fill," came a tiny voice from somewhere below her waist.

platwhore looked down to find a small, butt well-dressed little man leering up at her. his gnarled little fingers knotted greedily beneath his misshapen head liek a collection of broken turmeric roots bound with twine. platwhore quickly inspected him noting a pair of
golden efreeti boots, a platinum sapphire necklace and a braided cinch cord among other treasures. Her eyes settled on his nose. the heavily cratered monstrosity clung fast to his face liek a hungry parasite. it jutted obliquely from a lumpy oversized cranium with the look of an upturned teacup mashed against a pile of wet clay, plainly apparent that the hand working it had long since given up, no doubt in a fit of rage, telling from the way it had been pulverized.

platwhore decided to favor the aesthetically disadvantaged, butt well-funded little creature with her best charms.

"oh!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening pitifully, "have
I EVER," she said with a pout.

the little creature continued leering up at her. she raised her hand and stared needfully into his eyes. this was a little cow that needed to be milked and she meant to do it. her tongue slipped out, rolling across her lips as she made to speak. the gnome's eyes widened at the purple sheen of his shiny metallic robe reflecting off platwhore's plump lips.

"these..." she whined, wiggling her fingers.
"slots," she panted.
"are emptayyyyhhh" she breathed.

the little gnome swallowed with a grunt as he looked up at her. his platinum sapphire necklace had begun clouding beneath the steamy gusts of air blasting from his robust nasal apparatus. platwhore noted the size or his nostrils and wagered they'd accommodate both of the disgusting little thing's fists AT ONCE among other things with EASE..

Platwhore drew herself almost down to his height and leaned forward, grazing his dented cranium with her chin and resting it there atop him. dangling her feminine charms in front of the gnome's face, her breasts glistened delightfully in the flickering light of T2, their six polygons barely occluded by the ultra-sheer spider silk chemise.

"these," she whispered, rocking forward. the little gnome swallowed again and began to subtlety shake with excitement.

"slOts," she whimpered. the gnome struggled to free his deformed appendages from one another and threw them up, vaguely fingerlike appendages splayed at the ready.

"also," she squeaked pausing to revel in the little creature's enthusiasm. his shaking was passing through her chin and up her spine, jiggling her breasts. the sensation was pleasant enough.

"are emptaaayyyyhhh," she finished airily, guiding the gnome's head downward with her chin to look at her beautiful toes waggling on the tunnel floor.

platwhore shouts "young elf in need, looking to fill her slots, PST ^.~"
kushie tells platwhore, "what do you want for your hands?"

"oh my," platwhore thought a moment feigning ignorance. she forced kushie's head from side to side with her chin causing her breasts to appear to dance in front of the little gnome's face as she thought. the little creature strained to reach the pillowy goodness in front of him, but even with platwhore's chin perched on his head, the reach of his gnomish appendages were inadequate. his little gnome's chest rose and fell powerfully as sexual tension built within him.

"OhHHHhh," she moaned "i would LOVE a pair of resplendent gloves."

the little gnome nodded, yes, YES! he could DO this! he of course did not have the gloves on him and couldn't trade them even if he did, BUTT he was well aware that the server no. 2 guild was exploiting impoverished casuals with such compensation in exchange for sparing their souls the torment of ANOTHER 10 hour PoG clear climaxing in an impotent pile beneath Tunare. he could do this, but not now.

"how," he paused, lost in an intoxicating mix of his own thoughts and the hypnotic swirl of platwhore's sixpoly bosom.

kushie tells platwhore "how much for the slot between your thumb and forefinger?"

YES! this... THIS was IT! the little gnome smiled to himself and clasped his hands preparing to remove one of his diamond wedding bands. platwhore's wandering eyes hadn't gone unnoticed by HIM! he giggled gleefully.

"ohhh, i donno," mused platwhore, "say, a ring of the ancients?"

jolted from his dreams the little creature slumped in disappointment.
he hadn't come prepared. he had the means, certainly, assuming she meant she wanted an MQ but he did not have a ring with him. he hadn't socked a ring in a while, but he did still port into SRo every game night that he was free to snipe what he could. oh, he'd get a ring alright, but he didn't have one with him and he wanted to transact NOW!

kushie sighed with disappointment and let his gaze fall to platwhore's feet. the disillusioned expression painting his ugly little face was swiftly replaced with a lecherous grin. looking up, he stared directly off past her breasts, straight between her legs and off into the distance.

"and what, my dear," he asked merrily in his baritone voice of confidence "would you like for your feet?"

"Oh!" she exclaimed bashfully, forcing his head back down with her chin, wriggling her toes uncomfortably. kushie nodded imperceptibly to himself, those toes were HIS! platwhore could sense confidence in kushie's voice. they were about to transact. platwhore smiled brightly to herself, those boots were HERS!

"well, i," she paused, feigning great discretion. kushie rolled his eyes. he was growing impatient, the negotiation had gone on too long, he had feet to fuck, plat to farm and chests to fill.

"What is it my dear?" he strained to maintain a placid tone. "Come," he paused, snickering to himself, a good measure of his frustrations dissipating, "tell me what it is. annnnnything you like," he said tapping his foot demonstratively.

platwhore swallowed nervously. "well i-I've always wanted a pair of," she jerked back, throwing up an arm protectively and flushing with great embarrassment. those boots were HERS! kushie smiled brightly up at his little 1.8k whore-to-be. those feet were HIS!

"golden efreeti boots," she finished

GOTTEM!
GOTTEM!

kushie grinned at her knees. platwhore grinned at his misshapen head. this was it.

kushie tugged off his boots, through them in the trade window, hit confirm, stripped down and threw himself on the tunnel floor. his tiny gnome penis jutted proudly from between his bowed legs liek a broken crayon.

"Oh my!" exclaimed platwhore, covering her mouth in feigned disbelief. kushie smiled broadly up at the tunnel ceiling. it was pretty impressive, her shock was of no surprise to him.

"Come, my dear, give me your foot," he beckoned her with it. platwhore giggle as she walked over to the nude gnome and smiled coquettishly down at him. his eyes were closed and a content smile stretched ear to ear. she raised her foot and dangled it playfully above the gnome's face. his nose twitched and his eyes flicked open.

"oh... my...-"

platwhore brought her foot down onto kushie's face smothering him with her flesh before he could finish. the little creature writhed in ecstasy. throwing his arms around her foot he opened his mouth and rolled his face from side to side, dragging his dirty little gnome tongue across platwhore's impeccable feet. he was a dirty little gnome! platwhore giggled.

"that tickles," she said.

kushie snorted rubbing his face along the sole of her foot as he stabbed wildly at the air with his micropenis.

"i ... have ... something ... else ... that ... ticklth," he said between licks.

"Oh?" she asked curiously as she smothered the little gnome more with her foot. he wiggled from side to side beneath her, madly throwing his body this way and that, turning red then blue, until finally, his arms and legs dropped to the ground and he stopped moving altogether.

platwhore sat down and leaned back against the tunnel wall, one leg stretched and the other folded, both in front of her. kushie rolled his head from side to to side, opened his eyes and blinked at the ceiling in confusion. platwhore /giggled. kushie lifted his head to see her leaning against the tunnel wall. she smiled playfully, beckoning him with a wiggle of her toes. he smiled back lecherously and was on his feet in an instant.

kushie grabbed hold of her foot, looked up at her and shoved himself into the gap next to her big toe. platwhore blinked expectantly at him. kushie flushed and withdrew, smothering his embarrassment with anger. it wasn't HIS fault she was so loose! whore probably stretched herself out with sandals! he thought to himself. He slid to the other end of her foot and aligned himself with the gap next to her little toe. He looked up, sniffed once and thrust forward. platwhore yelped. it wouldn't fit. kushie smirked confidently and thrust once more for good measure. platwhore yelped again. hugging herself, she looked down at him, her wet eyes full of hurt, why?

platwhore sniffled as the gnome withdrew and drug his penis along the furrow between the pads of her toes and her foot until he found a slot in the middle. He looked up into platwhore's eyes and grunted as he forced himself in. platwhore let out a pleasurable moan as she stretched around kushie. kushie smiled up at her softly. the two held one another's gaze for a long moment. kushie nodded ever so slightly as he wrapped his fucked up little hand around platwhore's big toe, taking the side of her foot firmly in his other hand and got to work. platwhore's eyes bulged and small squeaky noises escaped her throat as kushie worked her foot, his hips pumping liek a gnomish engine. platwhore squirmed, lost in herself as kushie's focus grew singular. his eyes went blank as an almost manic expression washed his face. platwhore chewed at her lip, breathing heavily through her nose, her fists knotted in her spider silk chemise. she couldn't take it anymore. she was gonna -

"POP POP POP POP POP POP!!!!" cried kushie as his gnome juice exploded like a kitten sneezing all over the top of platwhore's foot, covering it in a fine mist. platwhore stared down at the little gnome bashfully. kushie patted the side of her foot and withdrew, drawing a soft gasp from platwhore has he did so. he took a bandage from his pack and wiped her foot clean before dressing himself as platwhore sat in something of a daze.

"Madame," he said with a wink and tip of his fedora as he turned and left.

[skarlorn]

You really do Platwhore too much honor. GEBs for a casual footfuck? When she started out she worked for MUCH less.

https://i.imgur.com/ZOv11Bm.jpg

Huge points for the accuracy as she's always been a t2 dweller.

:) thx for the luls

[Lulz~Sect]

https://i.imgur.com/B3fEWGo.jpg

[Skew]

Looking forward to Chapter II , The Real Mistress of P99

[Nexii]

The Real Mistress of P99 - Part 2

Nexii threw her Water Sprinkler to the ground of the Kael arena in frustration.

"Useless! Yet another AOW despawned. This would never have happened with Getsome. He'd have worked out an agreement for sure." She ranted. "Even if it meant..." she shuddered to say it. "If it meant randoming against the CSG horde." It wasn't like her to be so rustled, but even she had her limits after the myriad recent failures and debacles. "I wish for Christmas that they had to be less obstinate."

--

Some time later, Nexii arrived back at her Neriak pad. There seemed to be some loud grunting and moaning on the other side of the magical sliding door. When she opened the door with a wave of her hand, her eyes popped. It was a bona fide gay orgy! Sirken was there as expected, and Cylock perhaps a little less so. But it was the two guests, Detoxx and Eratani, that surprised her. Each were tied down and blindfolded over a bench, taking it in the ass bareback from each of the GMs.

"What the fuck is this?" Nexii asked, shouting over the thudding sound of ogre cock into the Awakened leader's hole.

"I took your lesson to heart Miss Nexii. Plus I saw your wish in /say. I see and hear everything here, don't forget that."

The cleric knew what this meant. A suspension. And probably a long one, given all the leather bondage gear that had been brought out this time. It was rather obvious, as Sirken returned to tend to Detoxx. The dark elf was almost cuddling on top of the Aftermath GM between thrusts. As if he was soothing the pixel withdrawal that was already setting in. She watched for awhile. Seeing Sirken assert his power this way was rather refreshing, but just the same she wasn't taking it.

"Out! Out! All of you out other than Sirken!" She finally said, snapping her fingers.

Cylock obliged, whisking the two guild leaders away with a snap of his fingers. They would be emprisoned on red server for what would assuredly be twenty days of hell.

"I didn't have a suspension in mind. How am I supposed to get a Vulak robe if you keep suspending my guild?" Nexii pouted, her lip upturned towards Sirken.

"Oh but this is so much better. Think of all the other neckbeards that are going to be denied pixels. The anguish they'll have as casuals obtain loot from ToV. Twenty days, and two 'random' earthquakes. Maybe even three if there's one in early January." He grinned. He knew the effect that this had on Nexii, as she started to sweat from arousal her teal plate armor. The lust on her eyes was apparent as she fixated on his erection.

"Y...yes. I suppose that's true. And I hadn't even considered that the casuals will be forced to raid excessively over the holidays. It's almost perfect." She said, sauntering over to hold Sirken by the hips. She could feel his tension - he had certainly not forgotten about his earlier concessions. "I suppose I could end your own suspension for this." She said breathily, undressing in a rare display of actual affection. She led him off to bed.

---

Nexii was atop Sirken, riding him for all he was worth. She was getting close, her sex was dripping each time she rose and fell on the cock that was almost as big as his ego. But why wouldn't it be?

"Mmm, that's it baby. Ride me! Ride me like Kelzaraz does that pixel train!"

But something was missing. The cleric needed to push herself over the edge...to unrustle her jimmies on Sirken.

"I still can't get over the robe though. You know that Vulak robe would have been mine...I was top DKP after all~" she wailed, panting between thrusts as her legs wrapped around his. She arched her back, allowing him to grope and caress at her breasts that the RnF cucks could only dream of seeing.

"Oh that thing? I deleted it like I promised in the raid forum." Sirken said with a knowing grin.

And with those words, the misery of someone in Awakened losing their pixels sent her right over the edge. Her lip trembled, and her sex quaked in an orgasm. An orgasm more powerful any quake Nilbog could conjure, or the batphones and nerd screams that inevitably followed. She tensed, her sex squeezing in on Sirken who soon had his own reward for a devious day of work completed.

"Mmm, not bad hun. But I am tired of my Robe of the Chamberlain. Buy me a sexy fur coat for Christmas." She commanded, slumping down to sprawl atop the omnipotent dark elf. "A luxurious one, made of silver fox." She sighed. She hoped for his sake he'd make good on that, there were only a few days left until Christmas. Perhaps a vacation was in order too, though she was too tired to ask that as she drifted off to sleep, visions of the ultimate fashionquest melding into her dreams.

[Lhancelot]

platwhore's lovely laugh wafted through the tunnel, its airy crackle no less enticing than the cloud of exotic fragrances that clung to her as eagerly the elfs of the commonlands. little waves of humor rippled across her flesh as she /giggled, shaking her vulgar form obscenely beneath a spider silk nighty so sheer the Freeport militia regularly inspected her inventory to verify she was decent.

"looks liek you have some slots to fill," came a tiny voice from somewhere below her waist.

platwhore looked down to find a small, butt well-dressed little man leering up at her. his gnarled little fingers knotted greedily beneath his misshapen head liek a collection of broken turmeric roots bound with twine. platwhore quickly inspected him noting a pair of
golden efreeti boots, a platinum sapphire necklace and a braided cinch cord among other treasures. Her eyes settled on his nose. the heavily cratered monstrosity clung fast to his face liek a hungry parasite. it jutted obliquely from a lumpy oversized cranium with the look of an upturned teacup mashed against a pile of wet clay, plainly apparent that the hand working it had long since given up, no doubt in a fit of rage, telling from the way it had been pulverized.

platwhore decided to favor the aesthetically disadvantaged, butt well-funded little creature with her best charms.

"oh!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening pitifully, "have
I EVER," she said with a pout.

the little creature continued leering up at her. she raised her hand and stared needfully into his eyes. this was a little cow that needed to be milked and she meant to do it. her tongue slipped out, rolling across her lips as she made to speak. the gnome's eyes widened at the purple sheen of his shiny metallic robe reflecting off platwhore's plump lips.

"these..." she whined, wiggling her fingers.
"slots," she panted.
"are emptayyyyhhh" she breathed.

the little gnome swallowed with a grunt as he looked up at her. his platinum sapphire necklace had begun clouding beneath the steamy gusts of air blasting from his robust nasal apparatus. platwhore noted the size or his nostrils and wagered they'd accommodate both of the disgusting little thing's fists AT ONCE among other things with EASE..

Platwhore drew herself almost down to his height and leaned forward, grazing his dented cranium with her chin and resting it there atop him. dangling her feminine charms in front of the gnome's face, her breasts glistened delightfully in the flickering light of T2, their six polygons barely occluded by the ultra-sheer spider silk chemise.

"these," she whispered, rocking forward. the little gnome swallowed again and began to subtlety shake with excitement.

"slOts," she whimpered. the gnome struggled to free his deformed appendages from one another and threw them up, vaguely fingerlike appendages splayed at the ready.

"also," she squeaked pausing to revel in the little creature's enthusiasm. his shaking was passing through her chin and up her spine, jiggling her breasts. the sensation was pleasant enough.

"are emptaaayyyyhhh," she finished airily, guiding the gnome's head downward with her chin to look at her beautiful toes waggling on the tunnel floor.

platwhore shouts "young elf in need, looking to fill her slots, PST ^.~"
kushie tells platwhore, "what do you want for your hands?"

"oh my," platwhore thought a moment feigning ignorance. she forced kushie's head from side to side with her chin causing her breasts to appear to dance in front of the little gnome's face as she thought. the little creature strained to reach the pillowy goodness in front of him, but even with platwhore's chin perched on his head, the reach of his gnomish appendages were inadequate. his little gnome's chest rose and fell powerfully as sexual tension built within him.

"OhHHHhh," she moaned "i would LOVE a pair of resplendent gloves."

the little gnome nodded, yes, YES! he could DO this! he of course did not have the gloves on him and couldn't trade them even if he did, BUTT he was well aware that the server no. 2 guild was exploiting impoverished casuals with such compensation in exchange for sparing their souls the torment of ANOTHER 10 hour PoG clear climaxing in an impotent pile beneath Tunare. he could do this, but not now.

"how," he paused, lost in an intoxicating mix of his own thoughts and the hypnotic swirl of platwhore's sixpoly bosom.

kushie tells platwhore "how much for the slot between your thumb and forefinger?"

YES! this... THIS was IT! the little gnome smiled to himself and clasped his hands preparing to remove one of his diamond wedding bands. platwhore's wandering eyes hadn't gone unnoticed by HIM! he giggled gleefully.

"ohhh, i donno," mused platwhore, "say, a ring of the ancients?"

jolted from his dreams the little creature slumped in disappointment.
he hadn't come prepared. he had the means, certainly, assuming she meant she wanted an MQ but he did not have a ring with him. he hadn't socked a ring in a while, but he did still port into SRo every game night that he was free to snipe what he could. oh, he'd get a ring alright, but he didn't have one with him and he wanted to transact NOW!

kushie sighed with disappointment and let his gaze fall to platwhore's feet. the disillusioned expression painting his ugly little face was swiftly replaced with a lecherous grin. looking up, he stared directly off past her breasts, straight between her legs and off into the distance.

"and what, my dear," he asked merrily in his baritone voice of confidence "would you like for your feet?"

"Oh!" she exclaimed bashfully, forcing his head back down with her chin, wriggling her toes uncomfortably. kushie nodded imperceptibly to himself, those toes were HIS! platwhore could sense confidence in kushie's voice. they were about to transact. platwhore smiled brightly to herself, those boots were HERS!

"well, i," she paused, feigning great discretion. kushie rolled his eyes. he was growing impatient, the negotiation had gone on too long, he had feet to fuck, plat to farm and chests to fill.

"What is it my dear?" he strained to maintain a placid tone. "Come," he paused, snickering to himself, a good measure of his frustrations dissipating, "tell me what it is. annnnnything you like," he said tapping his foot demonstratively.

platwhore swallowed nervously. "well i-I've always wanted a pair of," she jerked back, throwing up an arm protectively and flushing with great embarrassment. those boots were HERS! kushie smiled brightly up at his little 1.8k whore-to-be. those feet were HIS!

"golden efreeti boots," she finished

GOTTEM!
GOTTEM!

kushie grinned at her knees. platwhore grinned at his misshapen head. this was it.

kushie tugged off his boots, through them in the trade window, hit confirm, stripped down and threw himself on the tunnel floor. his tiny gnome penis jutted proudly from between his bowed legs liek a broken crayon.

"Oh my!" exclaimed platwhore, covering her mouth in feigned disbelief. kushie smiled broadly up at the tunnel ceiling. it was pretty impressive, her shock was of no surprise to him.

"Come, my dear, give me your foot," he beckoned her with it. platwhore giggle as she walked over to the nude gnome and smiled coquettishly down at him. his eyes were closed and a content smile stretched ear to ear. she raised her foot and dangled it playfully above the gnome's face. his nose twitched and his eyes flicked open.

"oh... my...-"

platwhore brought her foot down onto kushie's face smothering him with her flesh before he could finish. the little creature writhed in ecstasy. throwing his arms around her foot he opened his mouth and rolled his face from side to side, dragging his dirty little gnome tongue across platwhore's impeccable feet. he was a dirty little gnome! platwhore giggled.

"that tickles," she said.

kushie snorted rubbing his face along the sole of her foot as he stabbed wildly at the air with his micropenis.

"i ... have ... something ... else ... that ... ticklth," he said between licks.

"Oh?" she asked curiously as she smothered the little gnome more with her foot. he wiggled from side to side beneath her, madly throwing his body this way and that, turning red then blue, until finally, his arms and legs dropped to the ground and he stopped moving altogether.

platwhore sat down and leaned back against the tunnel wall, one leg stretched and the other folded, both in front of her. kushie rolled his head from side to to side, opened his eyes and blinked at the ceiling in confusion. platwhore /giggled. kushie lifted his head to see her leaning against the tunnel wall. she smiled playfully, beckoning him with a wiggle of her toes. he smiled back lecherously and was on his feet in an instant.

kushie grabbed hold of her foot, looked up at her and shoved himself into the gap next to her big toe. platwhore blinked expectantly at him. kushie flushed and withdrew, smothering his embarrassment with anger. it wasn't HIS fault she was so loose! whore probably stretched herself out with sandals! he thought to himself. He slid to the other end of her foot and aligned himself with the gap next to her little toe. He looked up, sniffed once and thrust forward. platwhore yelped. it wouldn't fit. kushie smirked confidently and thrust once more for good measure. platwhore yelped again. hugging herself, she looked down at him, her wet eyes full of hurt, why?

platwhore sniffled as the gnome withdrew and drug his penis along the furrow between the pads of her toes and her foot until he found a slot in the middle. He looked up into platwhore's eyes and grunted as he forced himself in. platwhore let out a pleasurable moan as she stretched around kushie. kushie smiled up at her softly. the two held one another's gaze for a long moment. kushie nodded ever so slightly as he wrapped his fucked up little hand around platwhore's big toe, taking the side of her foot firmly in his other hand and got to work. platwhore's eyes bulged and small squeaky noises escaped her throat as kushie worked her foot, his hips pumping liek a gnomish engine. platwhore squirmed, lost in herself as kushie's focus grew singular. his eyes went blank as an almost manic expression washed his face. platwhore chewed at her lip, breathing heavily through her nose, her fists knotted in her spider silk chemise. she couldn't take it anymore. she was gonna -

"POP POP POP POP POP POP!!!!" cried kushie as his gnome juice exploded like a kitten sneezing all over the top of platwhore's foot, covering it in a fine mist. platwhore stared down at the little gnome bashfully. kushie patted the side of her foot and withdrew, drawing a soft gasp from platwhore has he did so. he took a bandage from his pack and wiped her foot clean before dressing himself as platwhore sat in something of a daze.

"Madame," he said with a wink and tip of his fedora as he turned and left.

I missed this somehow. :(

Nice detail and description especially at the start when describing the gnome I found the descriptions the best part of the story tbh.

I remember seeing Platwhore in the tunnels, never see her now! Has she joined a bordello in FP or gone back home to sell her services in Kelethin?

I still don't understand foot fetishes tbh, but this at least expresses in great detail the joys one can find in such a fetish.

Hey Melon, can you share a story like the one you wrote I just hardly recall it about a dimwitted oafish ogre type or troll was it? I don't remember the details now, but I found that really funny do you have any of those stories in mind? it was a very short impromptu post you made that I remember but it really caught my attention I wish I could recall it better now.

[Lhancelot]

Can't let this gem of a thread get buried and lost.

[d3r14k]

Can't let this gem of a thread get buried and lost.

/slowclap Lhancelot for bringing this thread back into this year

I did not know this existed. Now I have some reading material while I'm getting paid to be working on Inventory. It will be fine. This is obviously more important.

[maskedmelon]

/slowclap Lhancelot for bringing this thread back into this year

I did not know this existed. Now I have some reading material while I'm getting paid to be working on Inventory. It will be fine. This is obviously more important.

you remind me of that Prexus guy ^^