Quar lay in what appeared to be a natural hot spring at the foot of a rocky cuesta, submerged up to her shoulders. The water was astonishingly clear. It brightened the red and ochre streaks of the variegated stone that formed the rim and the ledges within the pool. Overall the spring was quite shallow, although at one end the water darkened into a deep navy pit. It was here that a wide tunnel curved back under the hill.

Feeling finished with her soak, Quar sank down into the spring to dip her head under before rising again. She was a Rriigkhan – almost seven feet tall, muscular and furred, vaguely felinoid to the human eye but with a keratinized plate growing from her forehead. It was a little like the crest of a triceratops, except that this crest had scalloped edges, was not covered in skin, and it did not begin at the back of the skull. It began just above Quar's forward-facing predator's eyes so that it shielded most of the top of her skull. The top of the dusty-tan plate trifurcated into three sharp prongs which curved slightly forward. Below the three-pronged crest, just above the eyes, rose four shorter curved prongs or tines. There was always a bit of variation in these crests; some with longer tines, some with a texture that was bumpier or smoother than average. There was often scarring, too, and Quar's own crest had a few noticeable gouges across the front.

The colors and patterns of Rriigkhan fur could be diverse, especially among those who took full advantage of genetic mods. Quar's own colors were natural earthy shades. She was a dark brown, almost black on the shaggy ruff that covered her thick, arching neck. (To a human, the Rriigkhans appeared almost hunchbacked.) Most of her face and her sides were a lighter, ruddier brown, which tapered to a pale tan on her underbelly and the insides of her limbs. It was very typical coloration for a person whose ancestors had been hunters on a savanna.

Long, spade-shaped ears on the sides of her head could be tucked under her crest. They were similar to the ears of a deer, although in most other respects a human would say her features resembled those of a leopard. (Minus the spots.)

She was presently naked. Water trickled down her fur as she stood, darkening it, making her appear sleeker than she would have when dry, the wet fur clinging to and defining her densely muscled body. She had broad, powerful shoulders and a chest that would seem distinctly masculine to a human, for she lacked breasts or even nipples. It was the gentle rounding of her hips and the padding on her buttocks that most clearly marked her as female. The fur on her belly thinned and shortened as it traveled lower, so that a pair of velvet-furred teats were visible on her lower belly above her thighs. They were very similar to a mare's udders when filled with milk. Like human breasts, Rriigkhan teats had evolved to appear swollen all of the time. Her genitals were not immediately obvious due to her fur and their position between her legs.

A long shaggy tail with a thick base swung aside to help her balance as she climbed out of the spring, the toes of her big paws splaying over rocks and her claws extending for better gripping power. Toughened black pads cushioned her steps. Her hands did not have pads and were very similar to human hands, but with thicker digits and extendable claws.

A violet-dotted grassland sloped gently away from the foot of the hill, eventually leading to a wooded valley. Here, in the open, a little forest of Rriigkhan-modified dandelions rose all around Quar's spring, each slightly taller than her own standing height. Flexible, lapping, triangular scales kept their lithe stems semi-rigid and prevented them falling over in the wind. Just now the bulk of the dandelions were in their seed stage, sporting puffy white globes for heads. Chunks of white dandelion fluff swirled in the air all around the Rriigkhan, like flakes of ash at a bonfire, and fat hummocks of Rriigkhan moss clumped around the base of the dandelions. The soft, springy mat of vegetation was blue-grey and faintly metallic, so that it glittered under the bright midday sun.

Far in the distance and overhead, a vast dome enclosed these lands for miles in every direction. This dome was translucent and ephemeral, visible only when a honeycomb of pink light pulsed across its surface. The lines faded to invisibility, pulsed back as a pastel blue, then faded again. The cycle repeated.

From a distance the colors were very faint, like the shimmering iridescence on a soap bubble, although up close they would be neon-bright. The colors were meant to stop birds from crashing against the boundary, nothing more. Wind, objects, and certain people could pass through. Most animals and insects could not.

A garment like a sarong with blocky peach and white patterning sat folded up beside the spring. Quar took it in hand as she began the walk up the switchbacking stone steps cut into the steep hill. That was one way to reach her home at the top of the cuesta. The second was to dive down through the tunnel at the bottom of the spring. It lead to a grotto under the hill, and concealed in an alcove of what looked like natural cave wall was an elevator that would take one to the top of the cliff.

Today, however, she decided to take the long way, and allow the sun to dry her fur before tying the sarong around her hips. Nakedness hadn't been a taboo for her people for thousands of years, but she was an old-fashioned sort of person. She was used to wearing clothing for her historical war games and reenactments.

What were the Rriigkhans to their human hosts? An alien occupying force would probably be the most common answer, although the Rriigkhans viewed themselves as humanity's benefactors. They had arrived on Earth in 2025 according to the human reckoning of years, and in the sixty years since had been busy setting up resorts, parks, nature preserves, hunting grounds, private vacation homes and theme-parks for Rriigkhan enjoyment, creating millions of jobs for humans in the process.

From a human perspective, Rriigkhan technology was so advanced that it might as well be magic – they could travel faster than light via means they would not explain, appeared to be able to fabricate almost any material when given access to certain raw resources, could totally shut down any electronic systems on Earth and destroy any military target within seconds. They demonstrated this last ability only a few times before humans stopped trying to shoot down Rriigkhan ships.

The Rriigkhans had few real demands. They asked, very politely, if the nations of Earth would stop polluting the air, dumping plastics into the ocean, and cutting down forests. The nations of Earth often chose to comply with these requests because, in return, the Rriigkhans would build their beautiful resorts on their land. Rriigkhans paid well, they employed large numbers of humans, and they helped build clean energy and recycling facilities which in turn generated even more jobs.

They had detractors – the land taken to build these resorts for the Rriigkhans usually belonged to somebody, somebody without the power to say no when their government said yes. For every human who was now employed in the “Earth tourism” industry, ten more might be displaced from their homes. Human birth rates had been declining in some countries, but not fast enough to account for the shrinking amounts of available land.

Governments tolerated this, not because of the rise in employment or the new infrastructure the Rriigkhans were building. They tolerated occupation hoping that someday the Rriigkhans would choose to share their tech with the most cooperative nation, or because they hoped to infiltrate and to spy and take this technology by subterfuge before some other country could do so first.

So far, that hadn't happened. Rriigkhan security was very good.

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OOC Information:

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For this particular prompt I imagine you'd play a newly hired servant at Quar's estate or one of the parks she likes to visit. Even though I've set up a situation where my character would have a lot of power and yours very little, I want to clarify that I'm not interested in raping or abusing your character, or using him like a sex toy. I'm looking for (preferably slow burn) love and intimacy. This story will obviously deal with colonialism, speciesism, and power imbalances, but I'd like to treat those topics with sensitivity and realism. My character won't necessarily be a good person, either, at least at the start of this story.

I'm open to many other scenarios aside from the above prompt. I prefer to play felines and I prefer to play strong/muscular/beastly characters but I'm willing to play any type of body or personality as long as it's not hyper or cartoonish, ranging from the typical furry to something weirder, like chakats, centaurs, or furred aliens. I enjoy playing characters with aggressive or disordered personalities but I'm also flexible on this.

I love slow burn romances that develop naturally, but I might also be willing to drop straight into a relationship. Either way what I'm looking for here is sweet, intimate sex and everything else that comes with love... Flirting, extended foreplay, body rubs, kissing, lots of romantic scenes and character growth.

My ideal type of guy for you to play is a wiry older man, but really what matters most to me is that you're playing a realistically proportioned man at least 25 years or older, not Chad Thundercock with an 8 inch dick. I greatly enjoy well-developed characters who have their own personality flaws, sometimes even serious ones.

The most important thing I look for in a partner is descriptive writing. I love it when my partner and I can take turns painting a picture of the characters and the backdrop. White room syndrome will be a deal breaker for me. (Please send a writing sample if you have none in your post history. No need to custom write anything for me, old samples are fine.)

I also prefer partners who like to reply more than once a day. 2-3 replies a day would be nice, although I can sometimes do much more than that if the conditions are right.

Favorite Kinks: Blowjobs, romantic intimacy, gentle sex, my character being shy or sexually inexperienced, being stronger and larger than my partner, cuddling, teats instead of breasts, impregnation/pregnancy, love bites, foot/paw rubs

Other Elements I Love: Dense plots, action and violence, combat, historical realism

Limits: Very rough sex, intense pain, excessive fluids