Extreme Sex Quest 3

So, this is how things were:

Peasant 1(1)+1(3)=4

Middle Class 1(1)+1(3)=4

Noble 1(1)+1(3)=4

Priestess 1(3)=3

Elves 1(3)=3

Centaurs 1(3)+2(3)=9

Minotauress 1(1)+2(3)=7

Bearwomen 1(1)+1(3)=4

Wolfwomen 1(1)+1(2)+3(3)=12

Pantherwomen 1(3)=3

Owlwomen 1(1)+1(3)=4

Sharkwomen 1(3)=3

Believe it or not, the voting info is sometimes slightly different then the visible poll and these are the results. I am not sure why, but I can make the Excel file available to anyone who wants to count themselves.

But yes, Peasant, middle class and Noble all tied. Rather then make an extra poll as a tie breaker, I used a random number generator and Noble won. So, these are the winners:

[X] Noble

[X] Centaur

[X] Minotauress

[X] Wolfwomen

So here we are. The following marks the end of the Character Gen and the start of the Quest proper.

Extreme Sex Quest Characer Gen 3 end/Quest start.

[X] Noble [X] Centaur [X] Minotauress [X] Wolfwomen

That’s right. You were, are, a noble. A brazen daughter of Queens. A drop of blood in the pure well of those born to lead, born to fight, born to conquer, those who stand against the path of womenkind.

You rule the land, going out and rescuing fair gentlemen from the grasp of dragons. You are take back the night, raiding and taking the men from other races as your rightful spoil. You make mak sure that your sword-arm is strong and that your lance is accurate. You make the interloper keep to his business and keep the adventurers from getting ideas about the proper way of things.

You are a Knight.

…for the most part.

As a futanari, confusion abounds in what to make of you exactly. Any man is a treasure, but those born to the nobility all but ensure that the noblewoman who born him had her House lauded and Risen above the rest. You? You merely had everyone tripping over their feet to make you their Squire.

It is a great source of annoyance to your Countess mother, who thinks by alright everyone should be falling over their heads to so much as get a glimpse of you, but that’s fine with you; you are by no means valuable just because you have cock and balls.

You can do things! You can fight! You can kill! You can…maybe even kidnap an elven boy somewhere somewhen and bring him back as your spoils of war? It would certainly get the church off your back.

Because, oh boy, do they like coming over to shit on it. Well, that, or lick it.

Your penis makes their fanatical devotion weird.

But all true noble daughters of the Forestan Kingdom are as burdened as they are privileged. It is in this pillar upon which the legitimacy of most Knightly houses stand and your Barony is no different. You are no different.

Except…your own responsibilities are slightly different.

Chief among them is:

[] Bearing the next heir. As the eldest, you’ll be Baroness someday. But, despite having a dick, you have to carry a daughter of your own to term in your belly. Somehow.

[] Getting Married. You are not the eldest but you are a futa and so, male or not, the propositions have flooded in. You’ll have to deal with this one way or another.

But that’s for the future. For now, you can concentrate on the big issues of the day.

Like the fact that your barony is beset from all sides by goddessdamned Beastwomen!

Oh, the Centaurs like to claim a divine origin. Because they had to be heretics on top of being abominable animals. They accuse divine Nephele of having lain with a wild Stallion and of having brought the disgusting results to term in the dark and away from prying eyes not ready to welcome “the bearers of the new cups”. As if accusations of bestiality would be enough to sway the heart of your goddess. As if any woman would debase herself so!

…even if there are, indeed, tales of peasant women doing just that when they grew desperate enough for a man.

The Minotauress claim is, arguably, even worse, with tales of goddesses commanding men to lay with Cows on the fields or the wilds. As if any such event was commanded not by their goddess, but by some evil spirits of some kind! Were there any truth to it, it would all be a lie conducted by the vile tongue of those evil goddesses at war with womenkind’s. Though, the minotauress don’t claim any divine blood on their own, they still claim a divine origin.

The Wolfwomen though? They don’t pretend to be anything except what they are. Dispoilers, thieves and rapacious fucks who take the shape of women but keep the heart of a beast. They don’t make claims about their place in the world. They don’t make suppositions about their goddesses. They don’t try to make excuses about stealing the glory of Womenkind. They don’t make excuses for being inferior barely sapient animals.

But they are there, all the same.

You are not at war. No, war is something that happens between proper races, like those between the daughters and the spawn of the divine.

This? This is merely an infestation you have to deal with.

You are not a squire anymore. You are, as you have already established, a knight. A strong woman with armor and weapons. Horses and stables. Blue of blood and red of steel.

But you have yet to properly make your oaths.

Today, you are called to your Lady-Mother’s office, at the top of the Dread Tower of Castle Harlock.

Today, you are called to set out on your duties as an adult of noble birth.

Today, you find, waiting for you, at the top of Mother’s place of power:

[] Your mother, Countess Asea. Widowe of Harlock. Ambitious Milf. (If Eldest daughter, she will want to keep you in the castle as the Heiress. If not the Eldest, it will be about your marriage prospects.)

[] The knight you were squired to, Lady Alma of Alastar. Your teacher, your trainer and, for one brief moment, your lover. That last part isn’t a good thing. (You are not part of her retinue anymore, yet she wants to hold on to whatever connection that she can.)

[] The Bishop of the whole Noche County. She can’t do anything to you. The church holds little power over you. But, oh, the proposition she has for you…(She promises you the sun and all she asks in return is a little escorting.)

[] …what is Beastwoman doing in mother’s office? No, no, wait, this is a MALE. D-did mother manage to kidnap one? (He has nothing to give and you have nothing to get. Yet he asks for things all the same.)