VSPAR's CYOA OMGWTFBBQ

[VSPAR]

All right. No more acronyms beyond this point.

Premise:
You drop a pic/one-paragraph character description.
I write a random scenario in a random perspective and give you random choices.
You reply with a choice.
I write a resolution to the scenario and maybe do a quick sketch.

Randomness
In my lengthy internet travels I will chose a random sentence from a random page and figure out a way to use it in the resolution.
Results may vary, but will mostly involve sexy times. [no promises]

Re-Rolling
IF you don't like the resolution of your scenario and would like to re-roll (choose a different option), then all you have to do is visit my

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and leave me a message in the upper left hand window that has your ULMF name, "REROLL" and the NEW choice you would like to make (usually a Letter A, B, C, or D).

Sexy Times
Disallowed fetishes (due to interest): Yaoi, Futanari, Pegging, Pregnant. Everything else pretty much goes.

 

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So rather than a overarching story you are going to make short ones a few updates long? Curious, alrighty i'll have a try.

Eve, a pettite catgirl treasure hunter. She fled her homeland to escape the enslavement of her people and hopes to raise enough money to raise an army to liberate her people. She focuses on firearms and magics to fight her generaly larger and stronger foes from afar. She has waist lenth raven black hair and likes to wear dresses for both elegance and ease of movment.

 

[VSPAR]

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Eve, a petite, cat-girl treasure hunter. She fled her homeland to escape the enslavement of her people and hopes to raise enough money to raise an army to liberate her people. She focuses on firearms and magics to fight her generally larger and stronger foes from afar. She has waist length raven black hair and likes to wear dresses for both elegance and ease of movement.

Eve moved through the thicket with a lithe and agile purpose. The hem of her green print skirt didn't catch - it was made from only the finest and tight-knit silk - both resilient and exquisite. And quite fetching too. Always one for both style and purpose, she couldn't help but spend a pretty penny on it, even though there were more important things to save for.
She returned her concentration to her task at hand. Simple enough, in theory, but she had to keep alert. No telling WHAT was out and about in these parts. The wilds were crawling with all kinds of things that had it out for an easy meal. Eve intended not to become one. Just a few more miles to the stash and then it was back home for...
Movement. She had great cat-like perception that aided her, but focusing on the location of the movement didn't retrieve any identifiable things. If there was something out there, it was either awfully good, or fleeing her presence as to not become a meal itself. Hmm.
The plot of wealth was hidden in a secluded part of the forest - one that no one would ever find if you didn't have the exact location already in mind. No real land marks to go by, just a direction and distance - something Eve was also very adept at.
The rest of the way to the stockpile was uneventful, which was good. And it was left unguarded, which was also good. Not that it was supposed to have anyone watching it or protecting it. Still. She sat in the branch of a tree with a good view of the surrounding area for a few minutes, just to be sure.
Easy peasy. She made her way to the small trove. It was a moss-covered rock leaning up against the roots of a large overgrown tree, that had pushed it up over the course of centuries. Under the rock and between roots was a small wash of leaves, out of place to her, but not an unsuspecting eye. Underneath, a small leather sack. Excellent.
A sound caught her and she whipped around, in a flash a slender and ostentatious pistol was in her hand pointing the way. Sabatos was engraved on the length of the 6 inch barrel, inlay of runes on silvered plates let common folk know it was no small or simple thing, despite its size.
But it was no simple person that shone its green-grayish eyes upon the diminutive feline blooded humanoid. No.
"Oh. That's nice. Tundra wolves..." {Jack Carter, Eureka, Season 2}
The sleek and muscular canine just stood there, still. Silent. No expression did it let out its intentions or motivations. Just as calmly indifferent to Eve as anything could be.
But Eve saw the intelligence behind the glimmer of the sun passing through the leaves onto it's face. They weren't great at language, but the Wolves of the Saragorian Northlands were as smart as any person. This was not good.

CHOSE:
{A}{Eve makes a break for it and tries to outrun him, hoping for the unaccustomed terrain to slow him down.}
{B}{Eve shoots first and asks questions later, it's obviously a predator.}
{C}{Eve climbs the tree, knowing the Wolf can't climb very well.}
{D}{Eve tries to talk to the wolf, hoping there may be a way to negotiate out of the encounter.}

 

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Re: VSPAR's CYOA OMGWTFBBQ

Hmm, I'll vote C, that seems like the most logical reaction.

 

[VSPAR]

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The tree. She would be safe up there. Wolves are not adept at climbing, but cats are. With one, swift and agile movement she leaped up to a high branch almost three times Eve's height from the ground, and caught on with one clawed hand. She holstered her gun-mage's tri-barreled revolver, then pulled herself up the rest of the way. Once she was up she looked around for the tundra wolf and what it was up to.
Gone. Shit. Where did it go? And that's when she realized her mistake. An iron-like wooden tendril wrapped around her ankle and yanked it out from under her - it's strength was enormous compared to hers but she tried to latch on to the branch under her anyway. The whole tree was alive and inside her mind.
"Ahhh!" It quickly bound Eve's arms, legs and waist and set about ripping her clothes off - it's intentions quickly becoming obvious. It dropped her things beneath it's animated boughs. It was too strong. She had fallen for its trap long before she had laid hands on her prize. Was the treasure even real? Had the information broker set her up? Answers she would never get now.
The Darkoak Wood-Demon peeled back the bark from a limb wider than Eve's wrist revealing a sap-soaked appendage wriggling and writhing with dark energies. It gently slapped her in the face with it, writhing with sinister intent - toying with her, before it made her its sexual pet.
"Eeeh... no. Please! Not that!" YES. THAT. Oh god it knew how to talk.
The malevolent thing ran its sticky, thing down Eve's face, neck, chest, stomach, and to her nether regions in a slow, sickening and wandering route as if to taste every part of her skin. DELICIOUS.
"No! Help! Not that!" It didn't answer her verbally, and instead nudged the end of the stalk into the precipice of her moistening vagina. "Ahhhh! Nooo!" She screamed and pleaded with the thing - terror engulfing her senses.
The hard, gluey tree-cock rammed in with a hunger, squirming to get as deep as it could. "Aaaaaaahhhhh!" It only took a moment, but the firm phallus smashed into Eve's cervix - as deep as it could get. Or was it? DEEPER. "Ah! Aaa! No! Not that! Oh god!" She could feel it insider her - the living wooden shaft parted at the tip, each side pushing her womb open. "Noooooo!!!" A smaller tool, softer and slimier pushed into the gap and entered her baby-maker. The Darkoak violator writhed and spun inside Eve's hole making her feel things she had never felt before. But that was only the beginning.
The diabolical ambusher played and toyed with the poor catgirl for days. It took advantage of every one of her tight, juicy pits and fed her sweet and addictive syrup driving her to a state of constant lust and arousal.
Then. It kept her items and let her go, broken, naked, and beaten so that she would tell of what happened, and others would come looking. Hopefully some of them would be just as delectable.
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