the realm of vroenala, a magical place of swords and sorcery, might and magic, dungeons and dragons, riches and rewards. This place holds many adventures, albeit the stories are often lewd and include quite a few large derrieres, but this is only typical for when you are the strongest and most impressive warrior in the land, no holds are barred for your niche. we enter our scene on a tavern, rustic but homely, with a sign of a dragon devouring a maiden reading "the dragons damsel delight&qu

Petra looked around; there was something out there in the dark, she was sure. There was certainly an unpleasant smell; she was thankful she still had a blocked nose from a cold. She continued to walk back through the woods.

an audible, heavy padding echoed through the forest, the stench of rot and uncleanliness filled the air, every now and then a bird fell from its branch, unable to cope with the bacterial aroma. suddenly on the other end of the path squatted a horrific

Skyy sighed as she unleashed another fiery fart onto a nearby village, devouring a few buildings out of pure boredom as she gave her stomach a pat. The poor dragoness had been desperate for some lewd fun, having plundered the land for a few days and only managing to find one other male to shove up her rear. She needed some company and fast! Unknown to her, another dragon would be spotting her in the village she was laying on top of, and he was eager to meet her.

indeed,

Shadow smiles a little as he comes out of the locker room at the gym, dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Luckily the gym didn't seem to be too busy today so he had no problem finding some equipment available to use. Hopping up onto one of the treadmills, he sets it to medium and starts to jog, his eyes wandering around the gym as he looks at who else was there

sheilax was in the corner, wearing a tight leotard that made no effort to hide her assets as they squeal

The lights flooded the arena, the aisles roared with the cheers of millions of spectators of numerous creatures, species and other sentient beings, vendors traversed the walkways peddling their wares of snacks, novelties, pleasurable toys and various t-shirts. the huge, rectangular space of the arena, two entrances at either side opened to reveal the opponents, while the robotic referee descended from above, eyes blinking as he echoed his vocal duties as host, "LADIEEEEEES AND GENTLEMEN! TO

the BPCC, the Big.Preds.Combat.Club.


you've heard rumors, whispers from your friends, colleagues or even just the odd stranger about a place that

can really fit all the niches, bring out the spectacle of coliseum like combat and olympic competitiveness yet

also imbue you with all the lustfull, depraved and otherwise hidden desires you crave more regularly. and of course such a place

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At the shuttle port, as many different species from across the galaxy depart to taste the delights of gluon, the most depraved, seedy and easy-to-fall-prey-to-a-hungry-guy hunk of metal in the system, a large figure watches from the shadows. zava scanned the area with some new binocular, fare-optic contact lenses, she zoomed in at the crowds of pointy eared, pasty faces, the giant brained bug eyes in their tin suits and whatever the hell those things with the three legs were. it wasn't until she

the space station gulon, a unorthodox floating cornucopia of business, secrets, depravity and bars. Only the bravest or most destructive call this place home, not outwardly dangerous but due to its varying species and different creatures, as well as the loose laws and numerous entertainment centres, it's not exactly a place you expect to come back from.


Bounty hunters and space criminals of course had no problem here, as they called it home. Ships were cons