November Monthly Poll Results

Alright, as we talked about and agreed on, public votes cannot be worth more than votes in here. The highest count for any kink this month was 17. So, for any kink in the public vote that went above 17 I only counted it AS being 17. The first number of the count is the Subscribestar count and the second the public count, which I add up.

So:

Futanari 14+14=28

Pregnant 3+14=17

Impregnation 17+21[17]=34

Birthing 4+14=18

Unbirthing 0+8=8

Incest 7+21[17]=24

Interracial 4+8=12

Interspecies 11+9=19

NTR/Sharing/Cheating 11+20[17[=28

Sado/Maso 0+1=1

Breast Pregnancy 3+11=14

Vore 1+4=5

Futanari, impregnation AND NTR/sharing/cheating wins!

Well, well, WELL....I'll have it ready by next week. :)

Extreme Sex Quest 12

Yeah, the vote was not even close.

Obligatory explanation: A quest is a collaborative story of sorts, where I, the Game Master, write the story that you, the audience, decide on via voting on the prompts that I put through each post. Each post that, on its own, is the result of previous votes.

[X] “A dick-measuring contest between you and my dear wife? Loser has to do what the winner says.” (You’ll get to claim Sigal as you wish.).

The futa filly seems ready to accept the challenge with gusto, steam flying out of her nostrils and her hooves furrowing the ground.

Her bravado is given a pause in the aftermath of your wife’s challenge.

“A dick-measuring contest?” she asks in hushed tones, not being able to keep her eyes from going to your cock.

“A dick-measuring contest?” you reply, looking at your wife with a stern look.

“It’s the only thing that makes sense,” Alama replies with absolutely no shame, “While bearing witness to your violence is usually an exciting prospect, I could not in good conscience allow a situation where TWO precious bearers of maleness could be hurt.”

Every single woman there, Centaur or human, nodded at that.

Even the mares the townswomen guards were riding seemed to agree.

Athena even gave her older sister a snort of respect.

“Hush, you,” you grunted to the mother of your first children. Unlike the ladies around you, the thought of breaking Sigal, for the good of womenkind of course, made it hard to keep standing around as your wife arranged this duel.

You had so many wonderful ideas!

“W-well, I suppose protecting a dick like-I mean, your wife is only to be expected,” Sigal’s eyes finally look away from your dick, “But do you truly mean it? Should I win that futa Noble is mine?”

You were outnumbered rather heavily, and outweighed many times over. That wouldn’t matter against your sword arm, or your wife’s for that matter, but the bravado of the filly seems to have been forgotten as she visibly drools over your dick. Figures she’d misinterpreted Alama’s words like that.

You open your mouth to correct her-

“Yes!” your wife cuts you off, a gleeful smirk in her face, “The loser belongs to the winner!”

While “the winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser” can be interpreted as “the winner wants to take the loser as their own”, there are enough armed forces in either side of the parties present here to make such an interpretation dicey.

However, if you outright declare that to be the stakes, well, the room for the losing party to complain goes down to zero.

As distracted and naive as the filly is, she did not seem to catch on the difference and the escalation of stakes that she seemed to have inadvertently to have raised.

Do you want to correct her?

[]...it would be an educational experience for the young Filly to pay attention , wouldn’t it?. (Sigal becomes part of the harem.)

[] It would be honorable. (You only fuck Sigal this one time.)

“Well, as a chieftess, I suppose it is up to me to take what I want,” Sigal allows, her fingers shaking and she walks forward.

She takes a deeep breath upon getting to the midpoint, and looks at you with unabated greed, “Behold, the maleness of a Centaur!”

She rears back, her horse dick bobbing up and down in the air, her huge testicles jiggling in fascinating manners.

When she comes back down, her hooves make the ground shake as she cruelly smirks, “Don’t feel too bad about losing, oh Lady knight.”

“After all, you are only human.”

“How about it, love?” Alama gives you a knowing look.

“I should feel bad about this,” you began as you get off from your horse, your cock sliding past the flank of your mare.

Every single lady looks between you and Sigal attentively as you walk towards, not being able to resist the urge to let your hips swing side to side as you do so, making your futa dick trace the symbol of infinity in the air, “But I really want to punish this stupid bitch.”

“Come then, little knight!” the 14 year old crosses her arms under her bountiful breasts and LAUGHS, “Put your dick against mine!”

That phrase alone actually made some of the women there orgasm, the impossibility of seeing two cocks at once overwhelming their direst desires. Although your hips swinging your impregnator around might have also figured into it.

By the time you met your opponent midway between your groups, this has stopped being a matter of life and death and had, instead, transcended into being something greater.

This was now a battle for the reproductive future.

You saddled next to her legs, took your huge cock with both of your hands-

“No,” Sigal’s eyes went wide.

-And propped it up next to hers.

Your dick, with it’s two feet of length, 8 inches longer than Sigal’s foot and 4 inch long horse erection.

Something that should have been plainly obvious to anyone that looked at you.

“How could this be?” the centaur minions of Sigal cried, proving your supposition wrong but, really? 8 inches was not a small difference!

“Incredibly!” the townswomen woop in triumph, proving that they, too, might just be blind.

“This cannot be,” Sigal staggered away from you, her back hunching in defeat, her knees trembling.

You sighed and your wife gives you a helpful shrug that says “heh, peasants, whatever shall we do?”

“This cannot-I want a do-over!” Sigal’s hands clench and she looks at you with anger.

“Very well?” you dubiously agree.

The futa filly saddles over by your side and…your dick is still bigger.

“Impossible!” Sigal cries as she stomps the ground, “I know I can win! Again!”

“It’s not really going to change-” you begin to say but she already smacking your hips with her own, making her dick proudly stand against yours.

She is still a foot and 4 inches, “Noooo! Another! I demand another challenge!”

“...ok,” you consider giving putting a stop to this but, really, maybe it’s just best to let her get tired.

You win again, of course.

As well as the next 9 times.

“I demand another try-” Sigal desperately begins to say, tears starting to swell in her eyes.

“-ENOUGH!” you, however, are more than fed up with it, “Even if you are fetching when you are this desperate, I have been more than honorable about this!”

“I declare victory,” you growl and look down on Sigal despite the fact that she is vastly taller than you are.

All the same, she shrinks, “O-ok.”

You are reaching for her head and grabbing her by the hair even as the words leave her mouth.

You pull her down to your level and you kiss those lips.

As the mounted townswomen cheer you on, as the centaur band despair at being defeated like this, you are already thinking about how you shall take your price.

You-

[] Fuck her cock with your virgin vagina. (This is the Dominant option. The rape option, even. Might result in your impregnation. Loses your virginity.)

[] Take pity on her and scratch her woman itch. (By the standards of everyone in this world, this is the "loving" option, no matter how rapey you might want it to be . It might result in an impregnation that might not matter depending on the other choice of this update.)

[] Write-in (I will not allow a “why not both?” option, but other then that suggest something that you’d like to see in the comments.