DISCLAIMER: FANTASY RACES ONLY. ALL NONFICTIONAL RACES ARE EQUAL. ALL GENDERS l, SEXUALITIES, AND IDENTITIES ARE EQUAL.

The hunter moved quickly and silently through the forest. These were dangerous woods; full of tribal elves and beast folk and monster girls or worse. But that was precisely why he was here. And why he did so well at his job.

Humans were once weak and helpless. Then with technology they overcame nature and invented solutions to problems well beyond their more wild kin. He stopped; pulling his tranquilizer dart and waiting for the perfect moment.

And there she was. Beautiful. Hefty breasts that still implied she'd never mothered; a long furry tail that swished behind her. Feline. She sniffed the air, but his scent was masked, even from her nose. She leaned down by the water to drink, and... Fwip.

A harmless little prick that would heal without a mark, and she fell forward. Into the water. He cursed and a few moments later he'd dragged her out before she could drown. He wrapped her up in hides and tied her in place, before dragging her out of the forest and into the open fields no elf, goblin, kobold or Beastmen dared enter. Only an arrow's throw away and none would come to help her.

Before she could stir, he worked. A slave collar on her neck, designed to force obedience and prevent hostile actions. Her attitude however would need adjusting.

He unbound her and looked her over; stark nude, shameless like most forest sluts. They made perfect slaves. As his cock stirred he had to remind himself to wait; raping her now would get him off, but would not ultimately work to train her. That said, nothing stopped him from starting to break her. He touched her. Stroked her. Groped her all over, getting his scent all over her.

When her eyes finally flit open, he was sitting over her chest, his fat, swollen cock right next to her nose, hitting her with the scent of needy human male. A trick he'd learmed; even if their minds were repulsed, their bodies would react. And as she realized she was taken, just like her cousins, sisters, and mother, to be a human plaything, she wailed.

So there is the basics! I'm looking for a long term rp centering around the idea of hunting fantasy creatures for sport, slaves, and cocksleeves. I love including progression in my stories, so I'm more than happy to start small and slowly build up my character's skills, access to tools, and even hunting grounds as he grows his ability to turn out perfect slave girls for rich and poor alike!

That said, he's going to keep a few trophies for himself as well; while some characters may be one shots, others might need training repeatedly, or just be too fun to discard right away. And for the extra troublesome, perhaps just ending up part of his 'trophy hall' of females, frozen by magic, preserved and stuffed like prey, or just kept in a zoo like animals in captivity behind sturdy glass walls.

And speaking of animals... Why not? I have been hugely craving male on beast, but sadly not many will play as a needy, whimpering wolf or loyal hound serving her master.

I love adding dice rolls into rp and am totally willing to do more than my own share of the system creation depending on how in depth we go, up to and including spreadsheets, roll tables, a map of territories to hunt through, and many more!

Message me and we can discuss before moving over to discord. Very few hard limits and soft passes on a few other themes, but overall very open to explore and build with a depraved partner!