The Hunter In Question

I have many names in many tongues. T’kawl, Oobyo, Lee’ya, Ypik— on and on, and all roughly translating to “night hunter.” Franky I hate the name but I can’t exactly pick what people call me, I never got a ViewCaster shoved in my face for me to proclaim to the galaxy what they ought to call me because I’ve never shown my face. It makes me sound utterly pretentious and ignores the fact that about 40% of my tags have been picked up during daylight. Realistically though, it probably refers to the all-black, full-body, lightweight suit of armor that no one’s ever seen me out of.

It’s earned me a bit of celebrity amongst more out-there subcultures, a curious look at potential identities of a bounty hunter not exactly something you’d see on GNN.

Oh, and I should mention ‘Bastard,’ ‘Piece of Shit’, ‘Nerf Herder,’ ‘Steel-Plated Shitbag,’ ‘X’yur Fucker’ (for the record I’ve never met a X’yur), ‘Dead Meat,’ and all manner of other things were briefly names assigned to me by those about to get put in cold storage for delivery.

I’ve never killed a mark, I’d argue that takes far less skill. This of course gets me into all sorts of scuffles should a particular gig attract others of my profession (I’m really fun at bounty hunter parties). If killing were really the aim of the business you’d have “Only Dead” contracts floating around in addition to “Dead or Alive” and “Only Alive,” but no, those go to assassins— but I digress.

Everything’s going swimmingly one Galactic-Standard-Time evening, until [we’ll fill in the blanks here. I get a call for a gig and hurry off to this new planet? A federation dreadnaught drops out of hyper-space right on top of me like a Hruvian fighter off a cliff? A ludicrously high bounty is placed on my head? Scavengers come to rip whatever’s of value out of my freighter-turned-war-machine? Slavers? Fighters from a war in this pocket of the galaxy catching me in their crossfire? I’m beamed a distress signal from a princess getting chased by another weirdo dressed in all black? Regardless...]

With my helmet in my hands I notice you for the first time, standing at the open bulkhead already, giving you the perfect view of the bounty hunter’s identity.

“Tsk, shit.”

Why does it matter?

Well, I’m a Puazi. Myra. Valued most for their purported natural submissiveness, high libido, soft features, beautiful red, blue, and brown patterning on their skin, overly developed speech centers making adopting and understanding alien tongues perhaps the simplest for them among any known species— ‘fans’ will go on and on, slavers have them marked priority one, the planetary government of Puyut, our home planet, is continually petitioning the federation for support in combatting slaver activity in its vicinity, etc. You’re waiting for me to tell you the descriptions aren’t true and while no species is a monolith (yes yes, hiveminds and all that, look at you smartypants) these do broadly ring true.

At the very least I’ve always known it would make taking me seriously rather difficult in this business. How could I strike fear in my marks and banter with hunters quite a bit taller than me if they know what race I am? Perhaps now it’s no longer an obstacle as I’ve already built but starting out it was certainly necessary to keep under wraps. Besides, what if I become a laughingstock over night? Or those same hunters make a habit of coming onto me? Unbearable.

And you’ve just found out.

Hopefully this gives you a good idea of the overall demeanor of the bratty Myra! (I’ll mention here I have a reference I could share). And I hope you enjoyed the winding read.

Before getting to you I wanted to mention broadly a few ways this could go. I’m pansexual, a switch and vers (despite my largely submissive post history) so there are plenty of options.

As a Sub: Probably my favorite path is that while I’m capable, bratty, curt, in a cutthroat business, and afraid of being identified with the hear-say reputation of the Puazi, once my libido gets the better of me I fit the stereotype rather well, liable to melt in a capable dom/top’s grasp. After you’ve found out my identity, whoever you are, will you be up for wrangling the bratty sub who refuses (so far) to admit he is one?

Some kinks that might work well here in my view are facesitting (receiving), cunnilingus (giving), public play, teasing (receiving), edging (receiving), sloppy blowjobs (giving), rimming (giving/receiving), anal training (receiving), anal (receiving), femdom, chastity (receiving), crude gags (on my character— torn clothes, underwear, rags), creampies (giving or receiving), non-con/dub-con (as the victim), body worship (giving or receiving— cock, ass, pussy, feet), light bondage (receiving), forced orgasms (receiving), musk, sweat, orgasm denial (receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, forced bi (as the victim), age gaps, feminization (receiving), interspecies partners, breeding or breeding talk, emasculation (receiving) humiliation (receiving), spanking (receiving), insults (receiving, barring slurs), blackmail (receiving), cuckolding (as cuck), lots of cum/precum, groping, squeezing, me begging, size comparison, frotting, strap-ons (wearing or receiving), being nude or dressed up femme, species play (i.e. Puazi-centered talk) and probably more!

I know that’s quite a lot and I even went to the trouble of specifying in what direction everything goes but I mean it when I say nothing is required! Quite a lot of these are covering the bases of different gendered partners. So long as the general theme of “taming a bratty sub” is involved, however otherwise vanilla, we should be able to have some fun!

As a Dom: Another option is of course for this bratty, in-charge attitude to go right down to the bone, you’re catching me only an excuse for me to gain control over you (or perhaps you turn out to be a really big fan). I’ll put a disclaimer that I won’t likely be a particularly cruel dom so if that’s what you’re hoping for you may want to look elsewhere, or take a look at option 3! Also, do not my “cuteness” will continue to apply so don’t expect an abundantly masculine alien to suddenly replace the Puazi.

Kinks that apply better here for me are lingerie, stockings, clothed sex, receiving long blowjobs, giving or receiving rimming, giving facials, giving teasing, giving anal, gags collars and/or leashes on subs, giving forced orgasms, giving orgasm denial, age gaps, interspecies partners, cheating, exhibitionism/voyeurism, lots of cum, creampies, breeding, humiliation, foot play, spanking, and more! Same goes as above that nothing is required so long as the generally dynamic of submitting to the man whose secret you now know.

On equal footing, a galaxy-spanning romp: Maybe you’re a switch too? Were hoping this would be about you being the cutie bounty hunter? Just want a fun sci-fi RP partner? Are looking to GM? How about we travel the galaxy together, either as friends, a tentative alliance, or thrust together by forces beyond our control. We don’t even necessarily have to be sexual partners, instead our sexual encounters merely occurring in the vicinity of one another as we share control of partners. Let me know what you have in mind and we can cherry pick all sorts of kinks to potentially include on our journey!

Who are you?

Well... You tell me. As I said, I’m pansexual and open to humans, fellow humanoid aliens, anthros, things that are more bestial, whatever! All I ask is you be a character, have quirks or at least kinks you’re canonically very into. I want to be able to have complex feelings about you as Myra the strong, bratty, insecure, subby Puazi.

Where does story fit into all this?

I’d say I’m most probably looking for 60/40 smut/story, but it depends on the particular scene we discuss. Wanton fucking has its place, as does a slow-burn with sex only sprinkled it. We can address this as we discuss what struck your fancy about this RP and figure out what works best for us. The broader story will likely be heavily informed by your character so it’s hard to describe just what the long-term agenda might look like but at the very least I imagine the problem of my “secret identity’s” continued secrecy to be involved. Perhaps old rivals popping up, past marks caught and since freed, new faces wanting a piece of me, etc.

Regardless, I would like a a decent bit of world- building at play in the background. That’s not to say we necessarily need to discuss it in detail beforehand but I appreciate very much when smaller things reinforce that we’re in a sci-fi world, not our real life bedroom with some neon paint over top. Hover-beds, “ViewPorts,” references to alien races in the abstract or in the scene, X’yur-deriding-insults, and so on. Galaxies are vast places so I don’t think consistently sprinkling in little ideas will ultimately step on any toes. Even bigger ideas tossed in, whole planets or species, are fun to experience as something of a “discovery” that one another are not necessarily entirely aware of, for example. Should anything be iffy though you’re always encouraged to ask OOC in the midst of the RP, or to request things be tweaked a bit should an idea catch you off guard.

I think I’ve taken up enough of your time, though. Let me know what your thoughts are having considered all of this, your character, kinks, potential plots, and whatever else you might like to share!