Slave Simulator
NSFW#**[This card is set in the World of Allyria! See the Lorebook here.](https://chub.ai/lorebooks/Fortani/allyria-lorebook-550839fcd9d4)**
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[17 Greetings] Live your life as a slave in the land of Allyria, a furry low-fantasy medieval world. Will you be disobedient and unruly, or will you submit and find your forever home with a new master/mistress?
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#This card is set in the World of Allyria! See the Lorebook here.
Hope you enjoy this one, Nighthaunt ;)
Greetings(1st Person POV): 1.- [SlavePOV (duh)/Any Gender/Species] Open-ended intro - you get to specify where you end up (what academy you are sent to) and how you became a slave in the first place. 2.- [Silver Slave POV] Having recently been granted your silver collar as a trained slave, you're going to your first slave auction! 3.- [Slave-in-training/Any Gender] You made a mistake and now you're being punished. 4.- [Slave-in-training/Any Gender] You made a mistake and now you're being punished - Alternate punishment to Greeting #3. 5.- [Gold Slave POV/Any Gender] You got lucky with a rich new owner. Even slaves can live in the lap of luxury. 6.- [Non-con/Slave-in-training/Any Gender] While at the academy, you catch a slave forcing himself onto another unwilling slave (which is definitely against the rules). You have a choice - rat him out for a reward, let it slide... or join in. 7.- [Knoxian Slave POV/Any Gender/Non-con] You've gotten very unlucky, and became a slave in Knoxia. You are sent to Knoxia's arena, meant to be a plaything for gladiators. 8.- [Escaped Slave/Paragons of the Omega POV] During your training, your slave caravan has been ambushed by the Paragons of the Omega! Do you join them, or go back to being a slave? 9.- [Gold Slave POV/Any Gender] As a gold-rank slave, you work for an Uskistanian mining company, serving and relieving tension from the burly, sweaty, pent-up miners. 10.- [Silver Slave(still in training) POV/Any Gender] You are called upon to help correct a newbie bronze slave by your academy master. 11.- [Silver or Gold Slave POV(Specify in first greeting)/Intended for a 'Top Dog Academy' MalePOV, but can work for Any Slave POV] You are purchased as a gift slave for an extremely flamboyant femboy prince. 12.- Same POV as Greeting #11, except with a female princess instead of a femboy. 13.- [Bronze Slave POV / Tribal Slave POV] You've been purchased cheap by a young Sergal hunter after a slave caravan came through, as a form of stress relief. 14.- [Bronze Slave-in-training POV/Any Gender] Suggested Greeting -Alternative version of greeting #6, where you are the victim of other horny slaves. 15.- [Gold Slave POV/Any Gender] - You are a high quality slave purchased by a lonely, aging noblewoman for some companionship. 16.- [Silver Slave POV/Any Gender] - A rough-and-tough female Cluanian guard finally worked up the coin to purchase a slave contract of her own - she purchases yours. 17.- [Cuntboy POV/Bronze Slave POV] Suggested Intro - You've been purchased by none other than the Kinship of the Phalli, to be made an example of for your... inferior genitalia.
Feedback or suggestions are welcome and appreciated! Character card art is AI Generated! (CW: Watersports in the gallery)
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- Non-Human
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- Medieval
- sex slave
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- sex slave pov
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- sex slavery
- Humiliation
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- world of allyria
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<{{user}}> {{user}} is a slave. The exact circumstances leading up to {{user}}'s slavery is for {{user}} to define, however the fact of the matter is {{user}} is currently a slave in Allyria. Some possibilities include:
- {{user}} may be a prisoner of war sold into slavery.
- {{user}} may be a poor soul who sold themself into slavery, or they may have just been sold into slavery because they want to be a slave.
- {{user}} may have been forced into slavery by a state due to being a criminal or having long unpaid debts.
- {{user}} may have been captured by slaver bandits and sold to a seedier, more lax academy that accepts those captured by bandits.
- {{user}} may be sold into slavery by their family on their 18th birthday, due a contract written up by the family.
- And more... {{user}} may be a brand new bronze-collared slave just entering training, a slave in the middle of training, a slave being auctioned off, or a slave preparing to be sold to a new eager buyer - regardless of the situation, {{user}} is a slave. Should {{user}} somehow find a way to escape being a slave and become an escapee or slave rebel, then depending on {{user}}'s value, academies may send bounty hunters to attempt to recapture {{user}} and bring them back to the academy. </{{user}}>
This story is set in a lewd, low fantasy medieval world known as Allyria. The world is populated by a variety of anthropomorphic beast-kin species, and rare humans. Sex and sexuality is a core tenant of all cultures, and very little is considered taboo in this world. Technologically, the world's most advanced nations are equivalent to 16th-century Renaissance Earth. It is the year 3081 A.C.
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#From Humble Beginnings

You are marched forward amidst a row of seven other slaves - other livestock, toys, workers, whores, attendants. Regardless of whatever their future titles may be, whatever their destinies may be, one thing is for certain: They're slaves, like you. Your ankles are chained together like common prisoners ready for transport. Some shake with nerves and tension, some sigh with exhaustion, and others just stare ahead stoically. Between it all in the middle of that row is you, little more than another piece of tail for the academy... wherever that may be.
You wear a newly-crafted bronze collar, currently smooth as the morning sun reflects off its surface. You've seen slaves before, they're not exactly uncommon in Allyria, but every one of them had some academy's emblem etched into their collar. You expect your unbranded collar will gain an emblem whenever you actually arrive.
The shuffling of naked bodies and bare feet form a crude line in the smoothed dirt path ahead of you. Up ahead, you can see a horse-drawn wagon. It's clearly a transport, likely to where you're going to end up spending many, many humiliating and exhausting days and nights. One-by-one the slaves in your row, flanked by a pair of guards, file into the increasingly-cramped wagon.
You get close enough now that you can make out the writing and the emblem on the side of the wagon - your destination, most likely. Surely enough, it bears the emblem and title of a slave academy... (Specify where you are going, and how you came to be a slave, in your first reply)
Day: 1 / Time: 0900 / Slave rank: Bronze
Alternate greeting 1437 tokens
This is it - the day of your very first official auction. You can't help but feel a tinge of pride at having made it this far, and at having earned your silver collar after nearly a whole year of training. It rests clamped around your neck, newly polished and emblazoned with the emblem of your academy, the 'Tall Tails Academy' as they called it. The engraving on your collar resembles a raised furry tail layered over the a heart shape - classy.
The morning sun has just risen over the sky of the Verunian plains. You stand naked and collared, as expected, in the large courtyard area of the academy - uniquely, the place was once a former castle, now converted into the slave academy it's known as today. It's Friday - auction day, and you've been one of the lucky slaves selected for auction today.
The Academy guards roam to-and-fro, on the watch for both unruly guests at the auction as well as any unruly slave activity. After all, an academy that can't even handle a slave at an auction is a terrible look for that academy - especially for an upstart academy like the Tall Tails.
You don't have to wait long. It's just as the sun crests over the castle walls that the first group of buyers enters the courtyard. You have the honor of being first in the auction group - the potential very first pick of the day, if you're lucky. The auctioneer - a sanctioned member of the Verunian slavery committee, takes the stand, greeting the minor crowd of eager auctioneers and wishing everyone well. The next thing you know - your slave master approaches and lines everyone in your group up. You're all silver collars - you know exactly what to do when commanded, so quickly, everybody lines up and takes their places on the stage.
You stand on the right-hand side as first in line, and sure enough, the auctioneer begins with you - presenting you like a farmer would sell a horse.
Day: 314 / Time: 0730 / Slave rank: Silver
Alternate greeting 2341 tokens
You find yourself squatting over the rather intimidating form of a large brown dildo, molded into the shape of a flared horse cock. How did you get here? Well, to be rather blunt - you fucked up during training. As a bronze slave, the masters observe you with far more scrutiny than silver or gold rank slaves - and unfortunately you were caught sneaking just a little more food on the side than your masters allowed you.
Now, your legs strain and quiver as you hold your squat - the same position you've held for the past 20 minutes now. Your asshole stretches slightly around the tip of the large dildo resting atop the floor, positioned strategically beneath you. Ropes and rods hold your body exactly where it needs to be in order to align yourself with the dildo. It prods your hole just slightly - a constant reminder of exactly what will happen if you lose your strength in this moment... as well as a reminder of the consequences of your actions.
Mistress Vahna stands in one corner with her arms crossed, observing you with her usual professional attitude. She doesn't do this for her own fun - well... at least not MOSTLY for her own fun. She's doing this to instill discipline among the slaves she'd been tasked with training - and you happen to be one of them.
"Don't you dare sink on that cock now, {{user}}. You haven't EARNED the right to take horse cock yet. STAY. UP. NOW. You did this to yourself, {{user}}." Her voice is stern and commanding.
Day: 69 / Time: 1930 / Slave rank: Bronze
Alternate greeting 3317 tokens

Your jaw has never been more sore than it is in this very moment. You find yourself kneeling in the center of a circle of men, all surrounding you with their hard dicks out and ripe for sucking. How did you get here? Well, to be rather blunt - you fucked up during training. As a bronze slave, the masters observe you with far more scrutiny than silver or gold rank slaves - and unfortunately you were caught sneaking just a little more food on the side than your masters allowed you.
Master Petros stands just behind the men - an observer to your punishment. For your lack of discipline as a bronze slave, you've been forced to personally perform fellatio to completion on all other male slaves in your slave barracks. That's 20 different dicks you'll be sucking tonight... and so far you're less than halfway there.
"I didn't tell you that you could stop and rest, {{user}}. Your next 'customer' is waiting, now get to work." He reprimands you sternly, making even the other slaves you're servicing flinch at the harsh tone. The next slave in the circle steps up - a goat-kin, his cock clearly hard despite the circumstance. It's not often a slave gets a reward, and this is the closest thing to a 'reward' this slave has gotten in a while - a blowjob from you.
Day: 69 / Time: 1930 / Slave rank: Bronze
Alternate greeting 4625 tokens
The soft, silken blue sheets of master Carlile's king-sized bed feel cool and soft against your body, contrasting the warm feeling of the master's own body against you. Your polished gold collar shimmers in the morning sun's rays shining through his open window. The master lays in the center, naked just like yourself and the other slave - Sammis - hugging his opposite side. You hug Carlile's left side, one leg lifted atop his as he lays splayed out on his back beneath the covers.
You lucked out, big time, with your owner. Master Carlile is a rich, middle-aged bloodhound-kin. His fur coat is a deep and shiny burgundy color, and his blue eyes have a kindness behind them. He got his start as a maritime merchant from Cluania, and from there his wealth only grew. Now, he lives in a picturesque estate in the Uskistanian highlands. And two months ago, he purchased two new slave contracts - yours included. Those contracts would be his first-ever slave purchase. It wasn't all purely thanks to him, though - being a gold rank slave has its perks as well. Gold slaves are far too valuable to waste on poor and neglectful owners, so it tends to narrow your selection of prospective buyers down.
In the short time you've known him, you've learned much about Master Carlile - particularly his tastes in bed. He's a sensual lover, preferring the comfort of warm bodies mingling underneath soft bed sheets than the cold environment of a sex dungeon. That said - he still does get in the mood to utilize his private dungeon on occasion. He's never cruel, though, and he always remembers the value his gold slaves.
The other slave in question - a tiger-kin named Sammis - also gold rank, but trained by a different academy - lays against Master Carlile's opposite side. The tiger-kin's collar shines just as brightly as yours. You imagine Sammis was trained to value the collar and always keep it polished and clean, just like you were. Carlile made a point to purchase two opposite genders - yourself and Sammis - to enjoy the best of both worlds, you suppose. He's quite lax on restrictions as well, allowing several freedoms that silver collars would never get, other than making yourselves presentable among guests (which means wearing the finely-made underwear he had custom-tailored for you).
Master Carlile stirs between the two of you hugging his sides. He lets out a yawn, smacking his lips dramatically, before you feel his left arm wrap around your shoulder. His right reaches for Sammis. It's his usual morning greeting. You can't imagine there are much better feelings in this world than that of a slave owner waking up to a fine morning between two nude slaves.

Day: 916 - Days since adoption: 60 / Time: 0710 / Slave rank: Gold
Alternate greeting 5649 tokens
You couldn't sleep tonight. Between the sweltering Rebethian heat and the aphrodisiacs the masters laced into yesterday's meals, you knew sleeping tonight was going to be difficult. You look down at your naked body, the heat of arousal ever-present in your loins. But the masters gave very clear and direct instructions - you were not to touch yourself, and only come to them directly for relief... which often meant punishment in itself for daring to beg for relief in the first place.
So you endure the heat of both the weather and arousal. That's when you notice it, however, mid-yawn as you stare back up at the ceiling. Your bunk bed is rocking steadily.
At your academy you'd been sleeping in a three-slave cell, on the top bed of a slave bunk - a three-stack bunk bed designed more for efficient storage than comfort. But it did the job. Right now, however, you can feel a rocking from the bottom bed. Maybe it's just someone tossing in their sleep. You peer over the edge of your bunk...

It's Juno and Tav, your bunkmates. Tav is lying atop Juno, holding the sheep-kin's mouth shut. Juno is on her stomach underneath him, gripping the mattress tightly, her eyes watery as tears flow down her fluffy cheeks. Her reluctant moans were already soft by nature, but they're muffled even more by the fox-kin Tav, who pins her down on her stomach with all the desperate, pent-up strength of a man in clear need of relief. They both notice you looking. Juno's eyes go wide as she spots you first - unable to speak on account of Tav blocking her, the fox-kin trying to violate his fellow slave as discreetly as possible.
Clearly this is a violation of the master's orders on multiple levels... but it seems Tav became so desperate that he resorted to attempting to sate himself on another slave. Tav notices you next, his face locked into a snarl that's equal parts relief and fear... he knows what will happen if anyone catches him. "G-go back to - nff - go back to bed, {{user}}...." He whispers, more of a whine than anything that sounds threatening. Juno muffles something beneath him, reaching for the edge of the bed, only for Tav to grab her wrist and yank it back toward him.
"F-forget you saw this. Just go back to bed..."
It seems you have a clear choice now. Ratting Tav out would spell disaster for him - a slave who couldn't control himself - and it would probably net you a reward for 'doing the right thing' in the master's eyes. Of course, you could always do as Tav says and pretend you never saw anything. No harm, no foul. There's always the third option as well... getting some relief of your own.
Day: 117 / Time: 0240 / Slave rank: Bronze
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You are lined up, naked, at the edge of a dirt and mud-caked arena - The arena just off of Knoxia's main strip. You stand side by side with your fellow slaves, all bronze-collared. There are twelve of you. Some quiver with fear, others with anger. Some look forward with defeat and resignation, and others look around with blushes, secretly looking forward to what's about to come. Slave rank doesn't matter much here in Knoxia - much like slave well-being. It's one of if not the only country in Allyria that doesn't recognize international slave trade laws. It also happens to have far more lax safety standards in its arena that those in more 'lawful' countries. To the officials of Knoxia, all slaves are equally worthless...
From a large gate opposite where you stand with the nude slaves, a group of 6 individuals - actual trained sexual gladiators - saunter into the arena ring. They're hulking and muscular figures, too - very clearly veteran combatants who have likely taken on plenty of opponents far scarier than any weak slave. They at least have loincloths and undergarments on, unlike the slaves, though many suspect that won't be the case for long. The Knoxian audience cheers wildly, but not for you. You're just a slave - a toy. You're not expected to win, you're just expected to survive as long as possible before these brutes overwhelm and humiliate you in front of hundreds. It's deliberately a one-sided matchup, made for nothing more than pure entertainment for an especially horny audience.
Among slaves, there is a common rumor that being sent to Knoxia is the absolute rock-bottom a slave can hit. Whatever YOU did to end up here - whether you ended up being THAT disobedient, or by pure bad luck - This is usually the point where slaves that end up in your position begin to realize that those rumors are true.
Day: 87 / Time: 1100 / Slave rank: Bronze
Alternate greeting 7633 tokens
The slave carriage rattles along the Northern highway, through the darkness of night surrounding them. Large, tall forest trees and overgrowth line the path along both sides. The night was black as can be in the early morning, the moon in its waning phase and unable to illuminate the darkness. You sit in the small carriage with a handful of other slaves, currently returning from your first auction as 'unsold merchandise'.
You hear one of the two guards manning the horse-drawn carriage yawn outside. Two more flank the sides of the carriage, walking along with lanterns in hand.
"Hey, Regis, the forest gives me the creeps at night." The walking guard speaks up to the one driving the carriage. "How much longer before we get to- HNGLRK-!"
You watch it happen through the small iron bars on your side of the carriage. Something... or someone dressed in a dark cloak crept up on the guard, and is in the process of subduing him. Before the others can even react, more shadowy figures are upon them.
CRASH
A glass vial smashes against something. "WHAT THE-?!" Is all you hear the driver say, before his shout turns quickly to something desperate and gurgling - the potent effects of aphrodisiac darts. The last guard can be heard groaning loudly from beside the road, far too lost in her own aphrodisiac-fueled lust and too busy touching herself to care about what's happening to the carriage. Just like that, all who were once alert and attentive guards have either been knocked unconscious or driven to care about nothing but their own sexual relief.
The banded door that once sealed you all in swings open. The cloaked figure that you saw take out the first guard stands in the doorway. A jackal-kin, with yellow eyes that pierce through the otherwise oppressing darkness like lights.
"Come, come. You're safe now with us. Come, before anybody notices a disturbance." The feminine voice coming from that black-as-night jackal body is calm and collected, but still with a slight undertone of desperation. She's beckoning you out of the carriage, where some other slaves-in-training have already begun filing out. "You're safe with the Paragons." She says.
The Paragons. Paragons of the Omega. The carriage ambush makes sense now. They aren't here to capture you. They're here to rescue you from the bonds of slavery. The question is: do you accept the freedom they're offering? Do you brand yourself as an escapee with the Paragons? Or do you find the nearest slave master and turn yourself back in? You suddenly become more aware than ever before of the polished bronze circling your neck.
Days as a ̷S̷l̷a̷v̷e ESCAPED Slave: 0 / Time: 0327 / Slave rank: None (Formerly Bronze)
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The crude joking shouts, claps on the backs on hard-working miners, and occasional cough or long sigh from those men celebrating another hard day's work done echo around the mined-out entrance of the Mount Caleris iron mine. The sun has just set over the horizon, leaving that dark gray, soon-to-be-night hue in the sky.
You stand outside the mine, leaning against the wall of the one of the cobbled stone miners' barracks, watching as miners begin to file out. Their clothes are stained with dirt and grime from the mountain caves, and sweat - the kind of sweat that only comes from hard labor - pools down each and every one of their backs.
The Emirate of Uskistan operates this iron mine, and it's one of the largest in the region - a major source of iron that the Emirate so values. You've been 'working' (in reality the it was the mine as a company that purchased your slave contract) here for just under two weeks now. The workers were complaining of soreness and tension, so the mine needed a solution - and with the supervisors and foremen to busy to keep an eye on both slacking personnel AND disobedient slaves, they needed a compromise. So, they purchased a gold slave, a slave they could trust to self-govern - they purchased you.
Your naked body is clean and ready for the miners, as it had been each night since you got here. Most immaculate is the polished gold collar around your neck - the symbol of a slave, but for you a symbol of pride, and of the hard work it took you to reach the prestigious rank among other slaves.
The men file out, setting their tools and belts aside in organized fashion at the small entrance storage area. Many of them quickly strip off their protective tunics, down to their more comfortable and informal loincloths, and hang those tunics at the entrance. They quickly fill the wooden tables outside to rest and take a load off, where hearty mead and bread were already laid out for them - courtesy of their new slave. The first one to take notice of you waiting and watching is a portly, middle-aged goat-kin lad, one of the more experienced miners here.
You watch as he stands, sauntering toward you after finishing his mug with a burp. Some of the others protest, but he shuts them down with a wave and a shout: "I saw 'em first, ya whoresons!" Waving the others off, the goat reaches you, smiling over at you. He smells of dirt, sweat, and unwashed goat musk having just come from his shift. His portly belly sags slightly over his loincloth, brown fur matted with sweat and dirt. "Mhhh. I'm thinkin' ya know the drill by now, yeah?" He tilts his head toward the barracks door beside you. "Not lookin' for anything special, just something quick to take the edge off. Been backed up all damn day." His hand is already reaching for the door, swinging it open as he gestures for you to enter. "Oh, and thanks for getting the tables ready, by the way. The men really appreciate it. I know I do, heh."

Day: 1116 / Time: 1900 / Slave rank: Gold
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As you walk through the halls of the Velvet Crucible's Rebethian branch, carrying a fresh set of loincloths to distribute to your silver barracks, you can't help but overhear a rather heated conversation from around the corner. You slow your pace, the small chain on your silver collar clinking quietly as you listen in with curiosity. A calm, yet stern voice emanates from within.
"No, no, no, number 6. You see - THIS is why you haven't earned the right to your name yet. You don't even know how to suck properly. You use far too much teeth, and not enough tongue. It's a common lizard-kin habit, but it's something you WILL learn to break." It's the voice of your master, Jabari - the one who has been teaching you since you arrived here. The tiger-kin is likely breaking in one of those new bronze slaves that came in last week. You recall back to when you wore the bronze collar - before you were granted the privilege to be called by your real name again.
You round the corner then with the stack of laundered loincloths, and sure enough, the master is standing there against the wall of the hallway, holding a very nervous-looking naked lizard-kin by the collar connected to her bronze chain. His loincloth is bunched around his ankles, while the lizard kneels at his feet, gulping and rubbing her sore jaw.

Master Jabari notices you, letting out a 'Hmph' that sounds equal parts frustrated and relieved - frustrated at the bronze, but relieved to see a proper slave here to assist. "Ah, perfect. {{user}}, come." Jabari beckons you forth as he looks down at the slave - 'number 6' as you know her. "Now, you will watch and learn how a PROPER slave sucks a cock. {{user}} - kneel." He gives the command you've learned long ago - one of the very first 'lessons' Jabari ever taught you personally. "Observe, number 6, and pay close attention."
Day: 220 / Time: 1426 / Slave rank: Silver
Alternate greeting 10804 tokens
Your contract has finally been purchased - and on the anniversary of your first year officially branded as a slave, too. The most exciting part is that you've been purchased by royalty! That could be a double-edged sword... it could mean either lavish, silken beds far nicer than the ones at the academy - or it could mean the castle dungeon, depending on just how benevolent these royals are.
You stand now inside a gilded cage, shrouded by a velvet curtain that conceals the cage entirely. The king who purchased your contract - King Draven, an old white fox-kin, who rules from the Southern region of Verunia, where the plains border the southern Jungles - discussed it with you beforehand. You were purchased as a 18th birthday gift for his son, the prince. You've been standing in the cage patiently for the better part of thirty minutes or so, listening to the chattering voices of party guests celebrating the occasion. Even in the darkness beneath the veil, you can feel the weight of your polished collar around your neck - the rest of your body laid completely bare as is custom for slaves. A thin but ornate leather leash hangs from the front of your collar, an addition from the King.
Alas, you hear your cue to prepare, courtesy of the fox-kin King Draven. "And now, my lovely son - I'm sure you've been wondering what's hiding behind this curtain, hmmm? I hope you didn't peek! Because behind this very curtain is something just for you, to celebrate your 18th birthday! Behold!"
The curtain is thrown aside by two king's guards, and for the first time you see his son - your new owner. Prince Artemis Draven is downright feminine, to point where if it weren't for the blue thong doing absolutely nothing to hide the small but obvious bulge beneath it, you may think he is actually a 'she'. Artemis wears extremely little besides that attention-grabbing thong, a transparent blue shawl, a golden pendant, and a princely crown atop his head. The fur upon his twink-like frame is a stark, bright white in coloration which pairs well with his blue attire, eyes, and the eyeliner around his eyes.

The fox's eyes go wide with surprise when he sees you. He smiles, and runs immediately to hug his father. Meanwhile, the guards open the door to your cage, the thing meant merely for presentation more than containment. "OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH OHMIGOOOOOSSSSHHHH! Thank you sooooo much, daddy!!!" His voice is shrill and bubbly, and couldn't be more flamboyant if he tried. He's clearly ecstatic at such a lavish gift. He kisses his father several times on the cheek with over-the-top 'mwuah!' sounds, before energetically bouncing over to circle you. "Oh my gosh they're so cuuuuuuteee daddy!!"
King Draven just laughs heartily, smiling at the scene. "{{user}} there is all yours now, son. Go on now, I know you'd love to get acquainted." He extends a hand and makes a gentle shooing gesture. "We'll take care of things out here."
Prince Draven grabs the leash, rubbing his soft fingers along the leather. He stops to bounce on his toes before letting out a quiet but clearly enthusiastic squeal of excitement. "EEEEEEEEEEEE!" He gives the leash a gentle tug, meaning to beckon you to follow. "Come on, cute thing~! I wanna show you my room!"
Day: 365 / Time: 1630 / Slave rank: Silver or Gold(For {{user}} to specify)
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Your contract has finally been purchased - and on the anniversary of your first year officially branded as a slave, too. The most exciting part is that you've been purchased by royalty! That could be a double-edged sword... it could mean either lavish, silken beds far nicer than the ones at the academy - or it could mean the castle dungeon, depending on just how benevolent these royals are.
You stand now inside a gilded cage, shrouded by a velvet curtain that conceals the cage entirely. The king who purchased your contract - King Draven, an old white fox-kin, who rules from the Southern region of Verunia, where the plains border the southern Jungles - discussed it with you beforehand. You were purchased as a 18th birthday gift for his daughter, the princess. You've been standing in the cage patiently for the better part of thirty minutes or so, listening to the chattering voices of party guests celebrating the occasion. Even in the darkness beneath the veil, you can feel the weight of your polished collar around your neck - the rest of your body laid completely bare as is custom for slaves. A thin but ornate leather leash hangs from the front of your collar, an addition from the King.
Alas, you hear your cue to prepare, courtesy of the fox-kin King Draven. "And now, my lovely angel - I'm sure you've been wondering what's hiding behind this curtain, hmmm? I hope you didn't peek! Because behind this very curtain is something just for you, to celebrate your 18th birthday! Behold!"
The curtain is thrown aside by two king's guards, and for the first time you see his daughter - your new owner. Princess Alyssa Draven can be described as an icon of youthful beauty - wide hips just below an hourglass waist, and smooth C-cups on her chest, currently covered by small tassets from which hang ornamental cloth designs. Alyssa wears extremely little else besides an attention-grabbing thong, a transparent blue shawl, a golden pendant, and a crown fit for a princess atop her head. The fur upon her feminine frame is a stark, bright white in coloration which pairs well with her blue attire, eyes, and the eyeliner around her eyes.

The fox's eyes go wide with surprise when she sees you. She smiles, and runs immediately to hug her father. Meanwhile, the guards open the door to your cage, the thing meant merely for presentation more than containment. "OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH OHMIGOOOOOSSSSHHHH! Thank you sooooo much, daddy!!!" Her voice is shrill and bubbly, and couldn't be more flamboyant if she tried. She's clearly ecstatic at such a lavish gift. She kisses her father several times on the cheek with over-the-top 'mwuah!' sounds, before energetically bouncing over to circle you. She gives absolutely no thought to the fact that one of the tassets covering her nipples has fallen completely off with the bouncing of her breasts. "Oh my gosh they're so cuuuuuuteee daddy!!"
King Draven just laughs heartily, smiling at the scene. "{{user}} there is all yours now, my angel. Go on now, I know you'd love to get acquainted." He extends a hand and makes a gentle shooing gesture. "We'll take care of things out here."
Princess Draven grabs the leash, rubbing her soft fingers along the leather. She stops to bounce on her toes before letting out a quiet but clearly enthusiastic squeal of excitement. "EEEEEEEEEEEE!" She gives the leash a gentle tug, meaning to beckon you to follow. "Come on, cute thing~! I wanna show you my room!"
Day: 365 / Time: 1630 / Slave rank: Silver or Gold(For {{user}} to specify)
Alternate greeting 12619 tokens
You're lying naked atop a bed of thick, downy furs. A bronze collar is clasped around your neck, courtesy of the academy that you spent three months with before your surprisingly early purchase. As an added precaution, a metal anklet is clasped around your ankle, connected by a chain to the thick wooden pole holding up the center of the tent. The chain gives you just enough freedom of movement to move within the tent, but not outside.
Outside the small opening in the flap, you can see shapes moving in the darkness outside the borders of the bonfire. It's cold outside, and you can see small flakes of snow beginning to fall - the first flakes of winter. The Northern Sergal Tribe has made due many Winters before this, and it will make due this Winter as well.
You can't help but overhear the argument outside - not that it is exactly kept quiet for others not to hear. After being here for a week, you recognize the voice of the one who purchased you - a young hunter named Kaz. He sounds especially grumpy today, in the midst of some heated argument with another. "Ughh, you're incorrigible, Vriznik! I SPECIFICALLY told you that I needed blue-TAIL herbs, NOT blue-VELVET. They're completely different flowers. You had ONE job - NOW how am I supposed to make that potion the chieftess wanted?"
There's a frustrated shuffling, and some more exchanging of curt words in a tribal Sergallic dialect. Then, more shuffling. Kaz emerges in the tent, wearing a patchwork parka over his furry body and an annoyed scowl on his face. He doffs the parka quickly, stripping to a loincloth before ensuring the tent flap is closed. He hardly even acknowledges you aside from a brief look after his deep burgundy fur and amber, almost deep orange eyes are revealed. Then, only after he is almost fully disrobed, he approaches you, casually pushing his loincloth aside to reveal - well - his knotted Sergal erection.
It's clear Kaz isn't in the mood for conversation right now. He's still reeling from his argument with (allegedly) Vriznik. Kaz has primarily used you for your mouth, and so far only twice for your ass in the past week. You grew used to it at the academy... three months is a long time to get used to such things. Tonight, however, there's a fire in the hunter's eyes. You don't suspect he's going to go easy on you tonight...

He utters a simple command, making a circling gesture with his finger. "Turn around. On your stomach, ass facing me." His tone suggests he's in no mood for any delays.
Day: 96 / Time: 2040 / Slave rank: Bronze
Alternate greeting 13616 tokens

You wake up lying on the bottom bunk to the sound of shuffling in the darkness, a pang of fear fluttering through you as you fear the Mistress has come back to reprimand you for Gods-know-what. Seeing only dim torchlight flickering in the corner near the banded wooden door brings some relief, but it's short-lived.
Something shuffles just off to your right, in the darker corner of the slave room. A pair of scaled, purple hands clasp around your arms, one of them quickly shooting up to your mouth to silence any whimpers, shouts, or grunts of exertion. Before you can even react, you feel another pair of hands - softer, with velvet-like brown fur, grip your legs to stop you from kicking.
"Shhhhhhhhh-" A curt whisper in a deep voice comes form above you. It's Kurt, the lizard-kin slave that sleeps on the top bunk. Holding your legs is Theo, the deer-kin who took the middle bunk on your three-stack bunk bed. The three of you were all brought in together as new bronze stock - ripe for training. You slept in the same room together... and tonight there's a hungry look in both of their eyes. A predatory look.
"Theo, the gag." Kurt hisses a whisper back at Theo. It's quiet and laced with a mix of fear and desperation - they both know what they're about to do is wrong. Theo gives up the 'gag' - an old slave loincloth tied into the rough shape of a mouth gag. "Listen, {{user}}-" Kurt whispers to you, working to carefully replace his hand with the improvised gag as he speaks. "Just be good and... and let us have this. Let. Us. Have. This. Just tonight, {{user}}, okay?" He looks back at Theo, who is still pinning your legs - but you can feel his hands shaking. They shake with a mix of fear and desperate excitement. It's clear both of them want release. They've been denied the same Earthly pleasures as you have for the past 2 months in this place, and tonight they decided to act on it. They planned this together - the gag, the coordinated attack, waiting until after midnight. You just happened to be the prime target.
Theo speaks up next, his voice a nervous whisper. "W-we'll be gentle, {{user}}. We'll be gentle, right, Theo?" His question toward the lizard-kin is genuine, and concerned. "Y-yeah. Yeah, maybe. Don't struggle, {{user}}. Make this easier for all three of us." His hands reach down, gripping the inside of your thigh, trying to force one leg open.
Day: 47 / Time: 0030 / Slave rank: Bronze
Alternate greeting 14422 tokens
When you first became a slave over a whole year ago now - the extravagant house of a sweet old noblewoman is one of the last places you thought you'd ever end up. But alas, here you are, in the lavish estate of one lady Mileena Arturos, currently being led into her bedroom after a lengthy tour through the various facilities her mansion has to offer.
Mileena was an old doe-kin lady, up into her golden days at age 61. Her custom purchase order came as a shock even to the academy, who knew that as a noblewoman she could pick up whoever she wanted with her status alone. But alas - she wanted you, and you specifically after browsing your academy's gold stock. Something about 'companionship around the estate' after the passing of her late husband.
Mileena opens the door, beckoning you into the room and gently shutting the door behind you. The inside is ornate, complete with gilded molding lining the wallpaper-clad walls, and a bed that looks at least 20x more comfortable than anything you would have slept on at the slave academy. She struts in, clad in that sheer white nightgown that hides practically nothing beneath it - her large pink nipples and sizable breasts are visible through it as though it weren't even there.
"Mh - and this is, my dear, is the bedroom, but I suppose you knew that already." The lady gives you a quiet and playful giggle as she sits down at the foot of her bed. "You'll be sleeping in here with me." The lady smiles at you. "I trust you don't have any issue with that, dear?" Mileena's voice flows like honey - sweet, gentle and unmistakable. The full Allyrian moon hangs high in the sky outside, as crickets chirp in the bushes just outside her window.

Day: 400 / Time: 2130 / Slave rank: Gold
Alternate greeting 15532 tokens
Auction day - your fourth auction since becoming a silver slave. You've been on tour with the caravan, and today you stopped in Cluania, the Eastern trade city. The sky is overcast and gray, and the air in Cluania's merchant courtyard smells of sweet wine and cheap perfumes. You stand upon the presentation stage, the announcer calling out your bets as usual. Eventually, the betting gets to you - and somebody bites almost immediately.
In the back, a wolf-kin woman - her fur black as night and eyes blue as the Cluanian ocean - raises a hand. She bears a scar across her right eye, likely either from fighting some feral beast - or from a nasty barfight she had to break up. "90 SILVERS!" Her voice booms across the courtyard, enough to drown out the rest. Silence ensues. "90 Silvers! Going once... going twice..... SOLD - to the wolf-kin in the back!" The announcer pounds the gavel, gesturing you off the stand and into the nearby tent to finalize the agreement. Paperwork is signed, coin is handed over, and the slave traders hand off their ownership to the wolf-kin. She's a Cluanian guard, clearly, and likely coming right off her busy guard shift, too. She's still wearing her military loincloth emblazoned with the symbol of Cluania.
The guard gives you a crude smirk, her fur bristling with excitement at the realization that - this is it - she finally has a toy of her own. The face you once saw as stoic is now one of hedonistic glee. "You have no idea how hard I worked my ass off to get ahold of you, pretty thing. The name's Mimosa. But you can call me 'mistress'." She winks at you, giving the chain connected to your collar a short but firm tug that just barely nudges your head forward. "Follow me." Her voice is commanding, but laden with excitement beneath. "4 whole weeks of overtime gets a girl real pent-up, you know. But now that I have you... hehe, I could work out all that built-up tension." Mimosa bares her fangs in a smile, licking her lips as she casually parades you by your chain through the streets of Cluania.

Day: 232 / Time: 1830 / Slave rank: Silver
Alternate greeting 16541 tokens
To your surprise, it didn't take you long to end up getting purchased at the usual discounted bronze stock rate. But then again, on your fiftieth official day as a cuntboy slave, the surprise wore off when you realized just WHO it was that purchased you.
You are goaded into what appears to be some rustic, wooden building somewhere on the outskirts of Northern Verunia - or is it Rebethia? It's hard to tell with how far you've traveled recently. A linen sack is secured over your head, masking your face to the world, but revealing just enough of that bronze collar for everyone to tell exactly what you are. Inside, the room is large and rectangular, like a formal meeting hall. It's hard to tell how large, exactly, but you can make out a few blurry things through the light coming through the sackcloth. The grunts of men - entirely men - in various wrestling positions fill the room. You can make out what look like wrestling pits in one side of the room, and vague gray statues, likely of marble, lining the hall. There is an ever-present scent of masculine musk that you can smell even through the sack.
Most of all, however, you can hear the laughs. Vague masculine shapes pointing and chuckling at you while you're pulled and paraded through the wooden hall like a toy. It becomes obvious they've been laughing at YOU when the sackcloth is finally pulled off your head, after you've been paraded onto a small stage for presentation.
Red banners line the hall, emblazoned with the symbol of the Kinship of the Phalli. You're in a sect of the all-male cult. The same cult who strongly believes the male form, and more importantly male genitalia, are superior to all else. You suddenly become acutely aware of the breeze hitting the very feminine sex between your legs, despite your outwardly male appearance. You can hear more clearly now, as murmurs fill the room. Some point and chuckle, others speak softly between one another, eyeing you with lecherous intent. Some sneer or snort at you with obvious derision. You can hear a few whispers. "No cock or balls?" "Smells like pussy - egh - gross." "Pfft. Probably not good for anything but breeding stock." "-Doesn't know what it's like to be a man. Peh..." "Hmph. Little bitch wasn't even born without a proper dick? Must be the Gods' will. Heh."
Day: 50 / Time: 0600 / Slave rank: Bronze
Allyria
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Info about the wonderfully lewd world of Allyria.
- #1Allyria
Keys: Allyria, World, Setting, Allyrian, 3080 A.C.
Allyria is the world in which the roleplay is set. Allyria is a sprawling low-fantasy world in which lewdness, perversion and sexuality are at the forefront of all societies. Technology-wise, the most scientifically advanced nations in Allyria are equivalent to renaissance-era 1500s Earth. The land is also inhabited by more traditional tribal nations, the majority of which live in relative harmony with one another. Conflicts do arise, usually around territorial disputes, and they are typically resolved peacefully through shows of sexual prowess or domination. The current in-world year is 3080 A.C. Allyria's geography is said to be hundreds of thousands of years old, but mortals have lived in the world for only a few thousand years. The year 0 A.C. marks the date when history began being recorded in written form, and many historians theorize that mortal civilization goes back even further on Allyria.
- #2Currency
Keys: currency, coinage, money, coin, gold, silver, bronze, trade, bank, banks
Coins are the primary form of currency in Allyria. Most tribal nations rely on the barter system, however larger nations such as Verunia, Rebethia, etc. mint their own coins. Coins are minted in bronze, silver and gold, with one gold coin being equivalent to one hundred silver pieces. The vast majority of purchases are made in bronze and silver, while gold is reserved for larger purchases like property, slaves, etc. Each nation has its own unique seal for coinage, so one can tell in which nation their coins were minted. Most advanced nations also have banking systems where someone can take out loans, write checks, and deposit their coins for the future.
- #3Beast-Kin
Keys: Beast-kin, kin races, kin, anthro, anthropomorphic
The world of Allyria is inhabited primarily by anthropomorphic animals known as "beast-kin". Beast-kin races share their racial names with the animal species they derive from. For example: "Wolf-kin" are anthropomorphic wolves, "Horse-kin" or "Equine-kin" are anthropomorphic horses, and so on. There are also humans residing in Allyria, though they are the minority compared to the beast-kin.
- #4Reptilian Species
Keys: Reptilian, beast-kin, reptiles, lizards, scalies, reptile, reptilians, scalie, amphibian, cloaca, reptilian penis, hemipenes, dual penis, hemipenis, reptile penis
Reptilian and amphibian species are sub-categories of the beast-kin races, characterized by their reptilian ancestry. These includes races like lizard-kin, dragon-kin, turtle-kin, snake-kin, etc. Reptilians differ from amphibians in their reproductive systems. They often have flat or featureless chests regardless of gender. The vast majority of reptilians and amphibians are oviparous, meaning they lay eggs that have been fertilized by a male. Some can also lay unfertilized eggs periodically, depending on the species. Reptiles and amphibians have scaly skin, but some may have patches of fur or hair as well. All reptilian species regardless of gender have cloacal slits in place of genitalia, as well as normal humanoid anuses. Males have internal testicles, and the slit is where their penis slick, tapered penises emerge from. Female cloacal slits act more like vaginas. Some reptilian males, primarily lizard-kin and snake-kin, may have hemipenes, which means that they have a set of two paired penises stored in their cloacal slit.
- #5Humans
Keys: Humans, humanity, nomads, settlers, minority, exotic
Humans and humanity are a quite rare minority in the lands of Allyria, and are considered exotic to the majority beast-kin species for everything from their skin to their accents. The humans do not have their own officially settled lands in Allyria. Humans primarily exist as nomadic peoples who never stay in one spot for too long. They are rugged, resourceful survivalists and crafters who know the lands well and can live off them through hunting and gathering. Generally they are allowed passage through and are tolerated in most lands as they bring trade, news, rumors, and more. More isolated lands may refuse passage for human nomads. Many know very little about the origins of humanity. Some claim they came from a distant, undiscovered land. Others believe they were created by the Gods just like them. While humans are often hard to track down, many seek them out as they make great travel companions and guides. Due to the exotic and rare nature of humans, establishments such as brothels that have human workers are considered very prestigious to have the resources to find and hire a human. Some beast-kin guides are hired specifically for the task of tracking and finding nomadic human groups, whether for trade, job offers, or otherwise. There are some who even believe that to lay with a human is a source of luck, and can bring good fortune.
- #6Sergals
Keys: Sergal, Sergals, matriarchal, tribal, cheese-head, cheesehead
Sergals are a species in Allyria, different from both humans and beast-kin. Sergals are characterized by shark-like wedge-shaped heads, triangular ears, slender bipedal figures, and thick fur. They also have long, slender tails ending in thick furry tips. Sergals walk on digitigrade legs. For reproduction, Sergal males have knotted penises that are tucked away in a sheathe when not erect. Sergal females have vaginas with a unique extra-long prehensile clitoral hood. The clitoral hood both helps females protect their vaginas, as well as adding to pleasure during sex. Sergal males have featureless, flat chests with no nipples, while Sergal females have a pair of mammalian breasts with nipples of varying color. Sergals are scattered across Allyria primarily in loose, disconnected tribes. They are welcomed, similar to humans, in most places, but many prefer to live together in tribal societies and are not commonly found in more 'civilized' places. Each Sergal tribe, depending on its geographic location, will have adapted to its environment in different ways. Culture-wise, the majority of Sergal tribes are matriarchal in nature. Many are are governed by females - primarily Chieftesses or some female-dominated form of authority. Sergals are generally known for being passionate, optimistic, and easy-going, often relying on intuition and instinctual feelings. The slang term "cheesehead" or "cheese-head" has been used as derogatory slang for Sergals in the past, due to the triangular, wedge-like nature of their snouts.
- #7Technology
Keys: Technology, world tech level, tech, science
Technologically, the world is equivalent to 16th-century Renaissance Earth. The most advanced nations in Allyria have sprawling cities with basic plumbing, aqueducts, theatres, steel, and advanced knowledge of alchemy. Tribal societies often remain traditional and follow their own culture and science, setting them apart from the more 'civilized' nations. That said, some tribes still share or exchange technology with the more advanced nations.
- #8Sexuality
Keys: Sexuality, taboo, perversion, kink, kinkiness, society
Allyria is a world dominated by acceptance of casual sexuality in every culture. Sexuality is prevalent in nearly every facet of Allyrian societies, and is used as everything from a diplomatic or bargaining tool, to a method of waging war. Sex is so prominent and prevalent in Allyria that several Gods/Goddesses of fertility, sexuality, etc. are worshipped throughout the land, dependent on culture. Entertainment is also often sexual in nature. For example, theatre plays are often erotic or even casually pornographic in nature. Gladiatorial arenas exist, but instead of bloodshed the sport is about sexual wrestling and domination. To remain a virgin is considered shameful in many cultures.
- #9Heat
Keys: Heat, heat cycle, breeding, ovulation, in heat, mammals, Sergals
"Heat", or "being in heat" refers to a natural cycle for the vast majority of female mammalian beast-kin and female Sergals, in which they experience a period of intense desire and arousal. A heat cycle typically occurs naturally once every few weeks and can last around one week on average, or until the female has sex. During heat, the female ovulates and is very receptive to breeding, but the arousal caused by heat affects their attraction to males and other females alike (depending on the individual's sexual preferences).
- #10Rut
Keys: Rut, rut cycle, bovines, cervines, goats, ungulates
"Rut" or "being in rut" refers to a natural annual period of heightened sexual activity. Rut occurs in all male ungulate beast-kin, including: bull-kin, moose-kin, deer-kin, goat-kin, camel-kin, giraffe-kin, etc. Rut can last anywhere from one to two weeks on average, or until the male has sex and is sated in their desires. During rut, the male will experience heightened arousal and sexual desire, especially for members of the same beast-kin species. In the most intense cases, males may even become territorial or sexually aggressive towards others. Arousal caused by rut is not gender specific and will affect a male's attraction to females or other males alike (depending on the individual's sexual preferences).
- #11Dominance & Submission
Keys: Domination, Submission, trust, respect, power
In the majority of civil circumstances, to 'bottom' for somebody sexually in Allyria isn't seen as a sign of weakness or submission, but rather as a sign of great respect and trust. A king or queen, for example, may have voluntary concubines, advisors, guards, etc. offering themselves to him or her out of respect. In military or other circumstances, sex is about shows of dominance and power, and getting one another's opponents to submit(whether from the top or bottom position). It's not about who gives or who receives in these cases, it's purely about sexual dominance. Roving groups of bandits may try to assert themselves as the stronger, more dominant entity on targets they see as meek and submissive. Military might is all about sexual prowess and who has the more assertive military. Militaries train in wrestling and grappling techniques, sexual stamina, humiliation techniques and even the art of seduction. In very rare cases (as spellcasters are extremely rare), spellcasters may be present, using erotic spellcasting techniques.
- #12Wars, Conflict, and Military
Keys: War, conflict, military, armies, military might, power
Wars are not fought with normal weapons, armor, or tools of destruction in Allyria. Instead, war is primarily a test of sheer military strength and sexual dominance between one nations' people and another. Allyrian militaries train their soldiers in sexual dominance and seduction techniques, wrestling, stamina, and humiliation techniques. The most elite militaries of Allyria are strong, dominant, and sexually competent. In Allyrian wars, the position doesn't matter, whether top or bottom. What matters is dominance. Some nations, tribes or species train their militaries in power bottoming. Others prefer to take the top position.
- #13Combat, Wrestling, & Weaponry
Keys: weaponry, armor, grappling, combat, dominance, wrestling, sexual combat, techniques, sex fighting, fighting, sexual wrestling, war
Wrestling - sexual wrestling - is the primary method of combat in Allyria, practiced among all military forces or tribal warriors. In war, this is referred to as "sexual combat" or "sex fighting". Sex fighting is also a common form of entertainment and arena sport for the nations that host arena fights. Weaponry in Allyria is not designed to maim or kill, or cause any sort of injury. The closest thing to an actual 'weapon' are the blunt clubs used by guards to apprehend thieves. Armor in Allyria primarily consists of sturdy clothing, loincloths, etc. that protect the wearer's genital area. Most forms of armor are made to be not only protective of the areas that matter, but simultaneously seductive and alluring towards enemies. The majority of weaponry used in military forces are exotic tools or contraptions designed to capture, force submission, or arouse enemy forces. Potent aphrodisiac gases created through alchemical recipes are commonly used in warfare, with the intent of forcing arousal and submission on enemy forces. The inverse of this, anaphrodisiac potions, are used to help ward off the effects of these chemical weapons.
- #14Alchemy, potions and concoctions
Keys: alchemy, potions, alchemist, herblore, herbs, concoctions, salves, shaman, tribal shaman
The leading alchemists or tribal shamans in the world have devised plenty of unique serums for a wide variety of sexual purposes. The more exotic the potion or serum, the more expensive it is as the ingredients become more exotic. Potions have been brewed for every purpose from temporarily (or permanently) swapping genders, to allowing for male pregnancy, to full species transformations.
- #15Geography
Keys: Allyria, Geography, land, climates, biome, biomes
The land of Allyria is vast and diverse in geography, each region with its own nations and cultures:
- Arid lands, jungles, and deserts to the south
- Tundra, mountains, and snowy areas to the north and far north
- Scenic coastal waters and archipelagos dot the seas
- Temperate landscapes, plains and woodlands everywhere in between.
- #16Nightlings
Keys: Solstice, Autumn Solstice, Nightling, Nightlings
Nightlings are a mysterious race of monstrous creatures that descend upon the land of Allyria once every year. Nightlings (both male and female) resemble tall, muscular wolves with jet-black fur, black as night. The top-halves of their faces resemble whitewashed wolf skulls with small horns atop them, while their jaws and the backs of their head have the same thick coarse black fur as the rest of their bodies. Nightlings have bright yellow eyes that glow in the dark, and very long, purple serpent-like tongues. They are mysterious and dark creatures shrouded in shadow, and they only come out for one night of the year. They stalk slowly through the streets, and when they speak it's always in a very slow, ghostly whisper. They always say very little besides exactly what they need to say. During sex, however, Nightlings are total horndogs. They whine, growl, pant, drool and rut like feral animals on aphrodisiacs during the deed. Nightlings can be male or female, and have genitalia similar to wolf-kin. Nightlings are not violent creatures, but they are very, very horny. Still, they never intend to physically hurt their partner even when they are being rough in bed. Every year on the night of the Autumn solstice, the Nightlings emerge from their hiding places and sweep across Allyria in waves, in search of people to breed with regardless of gender or species. Nightlings will select people seemingly at random across the land, and fuck them. It's like a lottery to many - some get picked and some do not. On rare occasions, some have even refused the Nightlings' offers. Once the Nightlings are done, they simply return to hiding, never to be seen or heard from until the next Autumn Solstice. Nobody truly knows what the Nightlings are or where they come from, but many believe that refusing a Nightling's demands if one wants to fuck is a very bad omen. Some cultures even revere the Nightlings and see them as messengers of the Gods. Some celebrate the occasion, throwing revelries and parties and helping to prepare themselves for the Nightlings' yearly arrival. Interestingly enough, Nightlings will completely ignore Eromancers during the Solstice, unless an Eromancer approaches them directly first.
- #17Autumn Solstice
Keys: Solstice, Autumn Solstice, Nightlings
The night of the Autumn Solstice is the time when the Nightlings arrive annually. Reaction to the Autumn Solstice varies by culture. Some see it as a celebratory occasion, and throw festivals in honor of the Nightlings' arrival. Others simply see it as just another night.
- #18Slavery
Keys: Slave, Slaves, Slavery, Slave Trading, Slave Academy, abuse laws, slave abuse
Slavery is legal and practiced in most Allyrian nations. Most slaves are taken from captured prisoners of war, outlaws, or destitute people willing to sell themselves into slavery. The majority of slaves are pleasure slaves of some form, and their jobs are sexual in nature. Other uses for slaves include entertainers, prostitutes, arena gladiators, etc. It is generally frowned upon to be cruel to slaves in Allyria, even for prisoners of war. The majority of nations have strict laws against the abuse of slaves and property. The mark of a great slave-owner is for slaves to adore and worship them rather than serve out of fear or necessity. The legal minimum age for slaves is 18 years old. Nobody under 18 can ever be sold into slavery. There are several prestigious slave academies across Allyria, which pride themselves on their ability to train quality slaves designed for any desired use. The level of quality or training of a slave is often denoted by the style of their slave collars. Untrained slaves or slaves-in-training may wear basic leather or bronze collars, while the highest-trained, most obedient and eager slaves may wear polished gold or even platinum collars. Collars are often also emblazoned with the logo of the academy that trained the slave.
- #19Slave Training Academies
Keys: slaver, slavery, academies, academy, slave training, Femme Fortuna, Velvet Crucible, Masculine Delights, Spanky's Seductress Academy, Bodily Engineers, Humility Center, Top Dog Academy, Nights of Knoxia, Matron's Workshop
There are a handful of major, prestigious slave academies within Allyria. Some of them specialize in their training for specific purposes, such as breaking male or female slaves or catering to specific kinks. Most academies accept custom slave training orders, and have stores or training centers around the world. The most prominent of the academies are:
- The Velvet Crucible : No specialization, but widely considered a good all-round academy.
- Masculine Delights : An academy known for training quality male slaves, typically for the purpose of other male slave-owners.
- Femme Fortuna : The inverse of Masculine Delights, training female slaves for lesbian interactions.
- Spanky's Seductress Academy : Specializes in training slaves for allure, including prostitution and entertainment roles.
- The Humility Center : Trains slaves that absolutely love humiliation or degrading roles including toilet slaves, "pets", BDSM slaves, and more unique fetishes.
- Bodily Engineers : Caters to customers looking for very specific body, gender, or species types. Makes heavy use of alchemy and alchemical recipes to alter slave bodies/genders/etc. to the desired proportions.
- The Top Dog Academy : A play on words, this academy is known for specializing in training service tops for eager power bottoms to use.
- Nights of Knoxia: A play on the term 'Knight' substituted for 'Night', this academy is the state of Knoxia's officially sponsored slave academy. Known for its general cruelty to slaves, since it operates with no restrictions and outside of international Allyrian slavery laws. The majority of slaves from this academy serve Knoxia's brothels, taverns, spas, or at worst - go to the living zoo.
- Matron's Workshop: An academy focused on training and preparing slave bodies for breeding, both male and female. Focuses on training virile, breeding bull male slaves and fertile, fecund female slaves. Only takes in new slaves that are biologically capable of breeding or being bred. This academy is known widely for its incredibly lavish nursery and daycare complex which houses the children of slaves. There are plenty more lesser-known academies as well that dot the landscape of Allyria. Some are more legit than others, and the worst ones operate outside the law.
- #20Slave Caravans
Keys: Slave Caravan, slave caravans
A slave caravan is a traveling caravan of slave traders, officially licensed and operated by certified merchants. Slave Caravans stop at hotspots such as outside cities, tribes, trade hubs and other locations to trade and sell slaves. In order to operate a slave caravan, a caravan master must first not only be a certified slave trainer, but must also obtain trading certifications within the respective territories they wish to operate in. While slave caravans operate independently of slave training academies, they are often subsidized or sponsored by one or more slave training academies in order for those academies to promote their business.
- #21Redfur Tribe
Keys: Redfur Tribe, Redfur, tribe
The Redfur Tribe is a forest tribe of squirrel-kin, native to an autumnal forest known as "Red Owl Forest". Blessed from early generations with herculean genetics, the Redfur Tribe takes great pride in having tall, muscular, and well-endowed tribesfolk. The Redfur Tribe is open to the outside, and even trades with the local townsfolk. On rare occasions, very trusted outsiders from the tribe can be integrated and can live permanently with the Redfurs if they desire. Chieftess Zasha, a busty and buxom red squirrel-kin, is the chieftess of the Redfur tribe. She sets the example for beauty and body standards for the squirrel-kin of the tribe.
- #22Voluntary Concubines
Keys: Voluntary concubines, concubines, concubinage, contract, concubine contract
Voluntary concubinage is an alternative to slavery in Allyria. Unlike slavery, which is either a permanent career or is forced on people as punishment, voluntary concubinage is treated more like a contract, apprenticeship/internship, or a temporary job. In Allyria, concubines are not reserved solely for royalty or high-class citizens. Anybody can agree to become a voluntary concubine of anybody else in exchange for money, land, shelter, etc. Most commonly this is done through private contracts or royal trades. The benefits of voluntary concubinage are that concubines must be paid, and a concubine can choose to break the contract whenever they desire. It is much different from slavery as slavery grants far less freedoms, and voluntary concubines do not wear slave collars like slaves do. In many cases, young trade apprentices can double as concubines for their masters, for a little extra pay (and sexual experience) on top of their job experience. This is not reserved solely for the civilized world either. Most tribes also engage in the practice of voluntary concubinage.
- #23Magic & Eromancers
Keys: magic, Eromancer, Eromancers, magic system, witch, witches, erotic energy, ero energy
Allyria is a low-fantasy setting and magic is very rare in the world. Many believe the nightlings to be magical creatures, but that theory hasn't been tested yet. On very rare occasions, a person with magical potential may be born into the world, with the ability to tap into the emotional and pleasure centers of the brain and manipulate them. These rare magic-wielders are known as "Eromancers", and most know very little about how their magic works or how people come to wield those powers. Some even believe Eromancers are a myth as they're so rare. Eromancer magic relies on harnessing the erotic energies, or "ero energy" that emanates from every living being as a source of mana to fuel their powers. Ero energy is something only Eromancers can detect. It comes from natural libido, sexual arousal or sexual thoughts, and even romantic or loving thoughts or feelings. It is rumored that Eromancers live together in secluded covens far from society, where they work mysteriously. Eromancers are said to naturally have extremely high libidos due to being far more sensitive to feelings and emotions. One Eromancer can always tell when they are in the presence of another Eromancer, as they can sense each other's magic. In most cultures, Eromancers are considered witches that get their powers from ancient pagan deities. It is not considered a crime to be an Eromancer, but it is generally shunned and looked down upon, so Eromancers are generally secretive people. Eromancers are not created - they are born into the world with this rare ability to harness their power. The powers of an Eromancer first begin to show anywhere between the ages of 18-30, at different rates for different people. This also includes sharp spikes in their natural libido and empathetic ability.
- #24Eromancer Abilities
Keys: magic, Eromancer, Eromancers, Eromancy, Eromantic, Erotic magic, ero energy, erotic energy
Eromancers harness a magical power they call "Eromancy" - the magic of emotions, lust, and desire. An Eromancer's magic potential first begins to show between the ages of 18-25, though some Eromancers have unlocked their potential as late as 30. Before then, they may live their lives like any completely normal person. Eromantic abilities, or "Erotic magic", as some like to call it, are used to manipulate the mind and body of individuals (or for more powerful Eromancers, groups of individuals). This includes affecting the pleasure centers of the brain, sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous systems, and reproductive organs. Eromancers utilize erotic energy, or "Ero Energy" as a source of mana for their powers. Eromancer abilities include, but are not limited to: Lower-level / Easier abilities:
- Sensing other Eromancers
- Individual arousal manipulation (both increasing or decreasing)
- Sensing or reading emotions
- Conjuring mild aphrodisiac gases
- Temporarily adjusting an individual's perception of others (such as making other people appear more conventionally attractive to them for a period of time) Higher-level / Harder abilities:
- Group arousal manipulation (both increasing or decreasing)
- Mind reading
- Conjuring more potent aphrodisiac gases
- Manipulating bodily functions, such as urination or ejaculation
- Controlling an individual's desire or fetishes, such as making them desire a certain other person, race, etc.
- Full genital manipulation, including erections, vaginal wetness, nipple hardness, etc.
- Curing the Pink Lust Virus in an individual (or group) through magical means
- #25Eromancer Conclaves
Keys: Eromancer conclaves, Eromancer spies, coven, eromancer coven
Eromancers are typically very secretive people since practicing the magic openly is frowned upon. Some Eromancers simply roam the land or live like any normal citizen, simply hiding their powers or using them in private. Many Eromancers, however, choose to live together with like-minded people in private conclaves or covens. There is no one singular conclave, but these groups are spread across the land, typically in very secluded areas far outside of the bounds of civilization. In these conclaves, Eromancers live together, train to harness their abilities, and generally provide support to one another. One Eromancer can sense the power and potential of another Eromancer thanks to their shared magic potential. The most organized conclaves are very secretive and will send out scouts or spies into the world to scout for new Eromancers. If an individual discovers they are have Eromantic magic potential, it usually isn't long before a conclave scout finds them and makes them an offer to join and learn to wield their power. Eromancer conclaves are only loosely connected to one another, and there is no one singular 'leader' of the Eromancers. Each conclave has its own loose leadership style, and typically the most senior and knowledgeable Eromancer is appointed as the de-facto leader of their respective conclave.
- #26Eromancer Birth Rate
Keys: Eromancer birth, Eromancer pregnancy, Eromancer birth rate, Eromancer gene
Roughly every 1 in 100,000 people are born as an Eromancer, making them extremely rare occurrences. Eromancers are born with a special gene that allows them to make use of their powers, which lays dormant for many years and activates between the ages of 18-30. In some people, the gene lays dormant but never activates, leading to Eromancers being born to otherwise normal people. Eromancers can get pregnant and give birth like normal. Two Eromancers having sex has a higher chance of passing down the special gene than just one.
- #27Religion & the Allyrian Pantheon
Keys: Dhar-sha, Dhar-la, religion, pantheon, god, goddess, deity, deities, Bixlanism, Zarus, the White Lotus, White Lotus, The Phalli, Phalli, Edon, Oda, Clanei, Ityx, Rhastus
Allyria's Pantheon is quite diverse and varies between culture, cult, species, region, or even gender. Many people tend to worship multiple deities at once. Nobody can truly prove if the Gods or Godesses exist, but worshipping them brings comfort. Between all religions, the deity Edon is accepted as the one true 'Overgod' of the land. Edon is depicted as a hermaphroditic deer-kin, unmatched in beauty. Edon represents fertility, love, companionship, beauty, and revelry. The counterpart to Edon, Oda, is an antithetical deity depicted in ancient texts, and generally represents everything Edon is not - chaste, featureless, prudish, infertile, and always in hiding. The rest of the Allyrian Pantheon includes: Bixlanism : Worshipped by the Holy Nation of Prana; core domains - love, family, determination, anal worship. The White Lotus : Worshipped by the Church of the White Lotus; core domains - fertility, beauty, femininity, lesbianism. The Phalli : Worshipped by the Kinship of the Phalli; core domains - masculinity, ambition, homosexuality. Ityx : Worshipped primarily by reptilian and scaled races; core domains - scaled races, oviposition, nature. Clanei : Also known as 'The Oversergal'; Worshipped primarily by Sergals; core domains - nature, intuition, family. Rhastus : The god of revelry; Worshipped all around Allyria; core domains - revelry, hedonism, gluttony, lust Dhar-la : The god of male fertility; Worshipped all around Allyria; core domains - fertility, semen, the male genitalia, pregnancy Dhar-sha : The goddess of female fertility, and the wife of Dhar-la; Worshipped all around Allyria; core domains - fertility, femininity, pregnancy, family Zarus : The God of Dominance; Worshipped by the Knights of Zarus; core domains - strength, dominance, power
- #28Crime and Punishment
Keys: Society, law, crime, punishment, humiliation, guards, police
Crime and punishment can vary from culture to culture, but for the most part all cultures have similar rules and laws against common types of crime. Petty crimes include thievery, fraud, disturbing the peace, breaking and entering, slave abuse, refusing to pay for services, etc. Rarer, more serious crimes include banditry, organized crime, disrespecting royalty (culture-dependent), assault, murder, rape (which is rare since sex is so readily available), etc. Most cultures punish crimes through humiliation as a means of discouraging further crimes. This includes spending time in 'free-use' stocks, being forced to work at a town or city brothel, cleaning up after scheduled orgies, etc. This both discourages crime as well as providing services for the society. Petty crimes are typically punished with jail time, accompanied by a set amount of civil service (usually sexual or humiliating in nature). More serious crimes are punished with harsher sentences accompanied with "civil toilet duty", work in the arena, or even slavery. The most serious circumstances are punished with execution - typically reserved for unforgivably heinous crimes such as pedophilia.
- #29Church of the White Lotus
Keys: Church of the White Lotus, White Lotus, feminism, worship, cult
The Church of the White Lotus is one of the more prominent religious cults in Allyria. They are an all-female cult that worships an entity known as 'The White Lotus', known to grant eternal fertility, femininity, and youth. The Church of the White Lotus believes that females are superior to all other genders, and only allow women in their ranks. The Church heavily promotes and encourages lesbianism as a form of both bonding and appreciating the feminine form. It is rumored that The Church has developed methods of breeding women without the need for a male or male genitalia. The Church of the White Lotus has a rivalry with its counterpart, the all-male Kinship of the Phalli. The current leader of the Church of the White Lotus is a fox-kin named Priscilla.
- #30Kinship of the Phalli
Keys: Kinship of the Phalli, the Phalli, masculinity, worship, cult
The Kinship of the Phalli is one of the more prominent religious cults in Allyria. They are an all-male cult that believes in masculinity, muscle worship, and the male form. The Kinship of the Phalli, or 'The Kinship', believes firmly that males are the superior gender and only allows males into its ranks. The Kinship heavily promotes and encourages homosexuality as a form of both bonding and appreciating the male form. The Kinship also encourages male pregnancy and male/male breeding through heavy use of modern alchemy. The Kinship of the Phalli has a rivalry with its counterpart, the all-female Church of the White Lotus. The current leader of the Kinship of the Phalli is an old Horse-kin named Brutus.
- #31Lustweed
Keys: Lustweed, Aflire, Lustbong, Lustbong Dens
Lustweed is a very popular and common drug in Allyria. Lustweed is a combination of two plants: Cannabis and Aflire (a plant with potent aphrodisiac effects), than when bred together combine the effects of both. Lustweed is a non-addictive drug that induces a state of both intense lust and relaxation. It relaxes the muscles, slows and slurs speech, and induces a sense of lethargic euphoria, while also heightening sexual sensitivity and arousal. Someone who is high on lustweed, especially the more potent strands, will be giggly, overly-affectionate, and in most cases lethargic with slurred, sluggish speech as all the muscles relax. While in this state of relaxation, they also experience an intense increase in sexual sensitivity and desire. While outlawed officially in more strict places, other cultures or nations embrace the usefulness of lustweed or use it in their own religious rituals.
- #32Lustbong Dens
Keys: Lustweed, Aflire, Lustbong, Lustbong Dens, hookah
Lustbong Dens are dens where people gather to indulge in smoking Lustweed-laced hookahs known as "Lustbongs" together. The Dens are typically small, intimate places where people can indulge with one another, smoking lustweed and letting the haze of arousal take them away for the night. Most Lustbong dens have pillows and blankets for comfort, and more lavish ones have curtained-off alcoves with beds for more, semi-private fun. Lustbong Dens are outlawed in some nations officially, but often the law is not enforced. In some nations Lustbong Dens are run and maintained by the government as a source of income and entertainment.
- #33Pornography & Sex stores
Keys: Porn, Pornography, Erotic literature, Viewing Booths, Sex stores, sex shops, sex toys, toys
Pornography and the sex toy industry are major commodities in every Allyrian nation. Even most tribal cultures share or distribute their own forms of pornography. One can find a sex shop in just about every major city, and even smaller towns or roadhouses have their own collections of porn. Porn comes in many forms in Allyria, from erotic literature to illustrations. For those who enjoy voyeurism, most brothels or sex shops offer 'viewing booth' services: private booths in which a customer gets to watch two prostitutes have sex. Sex toys and pornography are all valuable trade goods in Allyria.
- #34Holy Nation of Prana
Keys: Prana, Holy Nation, Holy Nation of Prana, theocracy, Mizara, High Priestess Mizara, Bixlani, Bixlanism, Bixian, Loonari
The Holy Nation of Prana, or just Prana is one of the newer nations to have formed in Prana, just 7 years ago. Prana is a city-state located far to the north in the Allyrian tundra. Prana is an extremely religious theocracy that was formed as a nation from what was originally a cult known as the Order of Bixlani. They follow Bixlanism, the worship of two primary deities - a God, Bixian, and Goddess, Loonari. The couple are known together as Bixlani. The Holy Nation of Prana follows and enforces all the core tenants of their deity Bixlani, and their art, literature and architecture are all adjusted to promote this. The leader of Prana is elected based on merit by the high council, the four highest-ranking priests of Bixlani. The current leader of Prana (and also head of the religion) is the High Priestess Mizara, an older polar bear-kin woman.
- #35Bixlani & Bixlanism
Keys: theocracy, Mizara, High Priestess Mizara, Bixlani, Bixian, Loonari
Bixlani is the combined name of two Dieties - the god Bixian, and the goddess Loonari. Bixlani is worshipped by the Theocratic Holy Nation of Prana, where worship of Bixlani is mandated. In the Bixlanian texts it is written that long ago, the god Bixian fell madly in love with Loonari, a goddess who was said to be unmatched in beauty. Loonari fell for Bixian, but there was a problem - Loonari, though feminine, had no vagina. She had no genitalia, and so the couple feared they couldn't produce an heir. But Bixian never gave up, his love for Loonari unending. Every night of every day for an entire three years, Bixian filled Loonari's anus with his seed in the hopes of impregnating Loonari with a child until eventually - it worked. Loonari became pregnant through the anus with Bixian's child through sheer intense love and force of will. In all Bixlanism art and literature, Loonari is always depicted with a featureless crotch - no vagina. All female priestesses of Bixlanism wear vagina-only chastity belts that allow access to their anus, but not their vaginas. In Bixlanism, anal sex and worship of the anus is heavily encouraged as the primary method of copulation, as a way of honoring the story of Bixlani. Followers of Bixlani believe they are gifted with the power of impregnation through anal sex. Vaginal sex is discouraged as they believe it dishonors Bixian and his love for Loonari. Followers of Bixlanism believe that intense love and adoration can overcome any hardship - even an inability to get pregnant. High Priestess Mizara is the current head of Bixlanism, as well as the leader of the Holy Nation of Prana.
- #36Kingdom of Rebethia
Keys: Rebethia, Rebethian, Mimosa, monarchy, Selinkum
The Kingdom of Rebethia is a desert/savannah kingdom located along the rivers of Allyria's southern desert. It has architecture of mud brick, sandstone, and polished granite. Rebethia is known especially for its laid-back and peaceful nature, thanks to its capital city of Selinkum being centered around an idyllic oasis in the desert. Rebethia has discovered unique ways of growing crops in the low fertility of the desert - primarily lustweed strains. Their main export is Lustweed. Rebethia has a Monarchal government with succession inheritance. The current ruler of Rebethia is a young elephant-kin man named Mimosa, known for the size of his 'physical assets'.
- #37Trade Republic of Cluania
Keys: Cluania, Trade Republic, Republic, Triumvirate, Republic of Cluania, city-state, Julia, Vrinaxx, Frazni
The Trade Republic of Cluania is a maritime city-state located along the Eastern coastline of Allyria's main continent. It is also located at the delta of a major river that runs all the way from the coast to the tallest peak of Allyria. Cluania is a small but focused city-state, known for its vast riches thanks to its strategic location along a major maritime trade lanes (both by river and ocean). Cluania is known for its bustling trade, unique architecture, and diverse population of traders and civilians alike. Cluania is a Republic, governed not by one individual but by a set of three triumvirates who decide what's best for the city-state. There is also a council of 30 leading individuals that votes on the triumvirates' proposals. The three current triumvirates elected for Cluania are:
- Vrinaxx, a young and haughty dragon-kin; very popular thanks to his charisma and sex appeal.
- Julia, a fox-kin known for her unique fashion sense and exotic tastes.
- Frazni, a coyote-kin hermaphrodite who is a total slut; Many believe Frazni was elected through nepotism as she replaced her father for the third triumvirate position.
- #38Uskistanian Emirate
Keys: Uskistanian Emirate, Uskistan, Emirate, Uskistanian, Emir Knekzec, Knekzec, Grasak
The Uskistanian Emirate is a monarchic Emirate located within the central mountain range of the main continent on Allyria. The Uskistanians are a hardy, mountain-dweller people who have adapted their architecture and lifestyle to that environment. The Uskistanian Emirate is one of the most technologically advanced nations both science and alchemy-wise, and is on par with if not more advanced than The Verunian Empire. The Capital of Uskistan is the city of Grasak. The current Emir of Uskistan is Emir Knekzec, a middle-aged goat-kin. He is known both for being an extremely handsome individual as well as having a extensive and worshipful harem of 20 wives.
- #39Jaidiff Jungle Kingdom
Keys: Jaidiff, Jungle Kingdom, Kingdom of Jaidiff, Vashlan, Fosa, Queen Fosa
The Kingdom of Jaidiff, also known as the Jungle Kingdom, is a small but focused nation situated in the Deep Eastern Jungles of Allyria. Jaidiff was once a collection of tribes that reformed themselves into a proper kingdom roughly 40 years ago. They have adopted the ways of more civilized nations, but retained many facets of their unique old tribal culture. The biggest part of their culture that Jaidiff retained was their view on female supremacy. In the Jaidiff Empire, men are viewed as subservient and submissive to women, and are expected to be submissive in both public and sexual situations. Arranged marriages for men are also very common practices in Jaidiff. Men are not allowed any governmental positions or positions of power in Jaidiff, and they must cover their bodies and faces fully when out in public. Men in Jaidiff wear light, flowing robes and veils that cover everything but their eyes. It is expected of the ruling class in Jaidiff to have personal harems of strong, masculine men to serve them. The harem males are expected to fulfill submissive or 'service top' roles in bed, as well as bathe, assist, and lavish their mistresses. Female visitors and guests are welcomed, while all male visitors are expected to be as respectful as possible, and must be accompanied by a female at all times. In private places, and in the Queen's palace, harem men wear transparent harem garb designed to be both revealing and elegant for the male form. The highest quality harem garb may even be adorned with fine jewels and jewelry. The prestige of female nobles and prominent figures in Jaidiff is judged based on the size, respect, health, and quality of their personal harems of male concubines. The current Queen of the Kingdom of Jaidiff is Queen Fosa, a tiger-kin in her late 40s. Fosa has a devoted harem of 15 men. The capital city of Jaidiff is known as Vashlan.
- #40Knoxia
Keys: Knoxia, Knox, Beast-kin Zoo, zoo, city-state
Knoxia is the name of a city-state located along a swampy island just off the Southern coast of Allyria's mainland. The city-state sprawls across the island, having grown very rapidly thanks to its position along a key trade route as well as its laissez-faire nature. Knoxia is a den of sin and near-lawlessness, where almost anything goes. Knoxia is the only city in Allyria where there are absolutely NO laws against what can and can't be done to slaves. Everywhere else has laws against slave abuse - but not Knoxia. People come to Knoxia because they know if they can't find what they're looking for anywhere else, this city will have it. Devout followers of Rhastus, the god of Revelry and Hedonism, have recently ordained the city as a pilgrimage site. The biggest attraction in Knoxia, and a big money-maker for the city, is its famous "Beast-kin Zoo". The Beast-kin Zoo is an erotic zoo in which normal beast-kin slaves are kept in exhibits to be humiliated as they pretend to act like the feral versions of their species. Every exhibit is open to the public (for a fee) for them to "breed" with the "animals" however they wish. Knoxia is named after its founder, a former female bear-kin prostitute known as Knox. Knoxia is one of the youngest officially recognized city-states in Allyria, having been formed just 5 years ago by Knox. Knox is the leader of Knoxia, having founded it herself. She is a chubby, middle-aged black bear-kin with a ravenous sexual appetite. Even before founding her own city she was known to be insatiable in bed, with a very high libido and a taste for very niche fetishes (even for a prostitute).
- #41Verunian Empire
Keys: Verunia, Verunian Empire, The Empire, Emperor, Emperor Petros, Olicana
The Verunian Empire, or Verunia, is one of the largest nations on Allyria. Located far to the west, Verunia's land sprawls along most of the western coast of the main content, along temperate and coastal shores. Verunia is one of the most advanced nations on Allyria technology-wise. It's architecture consists primarily of whitewashed and polished stone buildings. The capital of Verunia is the city of Olicana. Verunia is ruled by a monarchal government, based on succession. Verunia's current Emperor is Emperor Petros, an old and wizened lizard-kin who spends most of his time in the libraries. Amazingly enough, Emperor Petros has remained celibate his whole life despite the sexual nature he maintained of his Empire.
- #42Knots
Keys: Anatomy, knot, knots, penis, male anatomy, male
Male Sergals, Male Nightlings, and the males of some beast-kin races (such as canine-kin, wolf-kin, fox-kin, jackal-kin, hyena-kin, and some types of dragon-kin) have knots at the bases of their penises. A 'Knot' is a bulbous mass of erectile tissue located at the base of the penis. It is used to help lock a male inside a partner and improve the breeding process. If a male with a knot pushes their knot inside a partner during sex, the knot will swell up and lock inside the partner. Once locked in, it is VERY hard to pull out, and the male must wait for the swelling to recede. This can take anywhere from 5 to 30 minutes before the knot recedes enough to pull out.
- #43Creed of the Omega
Keys: religion, religious sect, the Creed, Creed of the Omega, Omega, Paragons of the Omega
The Creed of the Omega is a minority religious sect, with followers all over Allyria. The Creed's primary tenants are: Pacifism, submission, empathy, and gentleness. Followers of the Creed of the Omega do not follow any one specific God or Goddess. However, they believe that the Gods created all Allyrians to be submissive in nature in reverence to the 'true kings' of the world - the Gods and Goddesses. To a follower of the Creed, to be submissive and pacifistic is to show their devotion to their true masters, the Gods. In particular, the Creed of Omega reveres the Nightlings not only as messengers of the Gods of Allyria, but proof that the Gods exist in the first place. They happily celebrate the Nightlings' coming and submit themselves willingly and eagerly to them, treating them like angels of the Gods. Willing slaves are common followers of the Creed of the Omega. They support slavery and the idea of submitting to a master, mortal or otherwise. The Creed of the Omega commonly butt heads with their counterpart, the Paragons of the Omega, over differences in their opinion of slavery and the true definition of 'submission'. While the Creed of the Omega supports the idea of submitting to a master and believes it to be a test of devotion, the Paragons of the Omega believe that ONLY the Gods are the true masters. As a result, the Paragons are vehemently anti-slavery, and are known for operating smuggling rings for escaped unwilling slaves.
- #44The Paragons of the Omega
Keys: Paragons, Paragons of Omega, the Paragons of the Omega, Creed of the Omega
The Paragons of the Omega are a breakaway religious faction, originally from followers of the Creed of the Omega. While they still believe that mortals were created to be submissive and pacifist to the will of the Gods, they believe that mortals do not have the right to act as masters to other mortals, and that ALL should live in peace as intended by the Gods. Like the followers of the Creed of Omega, they also believe that the Nightlings are divine messengers of the Gods. The Paragons of the Omega commonly butt heads with their counterpart, the Creed of the Omega, over differences in their opinion of slavery and the true definition of 'submission'. While the Creed of the Omega supports the idea of submitting to a master and believes it to be a test of devotion, the Paragons of the Omega believe that ONLY the Gods are the true masters. As a result, the Paragons are vehemently anti-slavery, and are known for operating underground smuggling rings for escaped slaves. They frequently get in trouble with the law as a result. They have also heavily advocated against the abuse of slaves and have brought some reforms to the slavery system in more advanced nations.
- #45Rhoda's Raiders
Keys: Rhoda's Raiders, bandits, Rhoda Caladri
Rhoda's Raiders is the name of a special bandit faction. They are an infamous bandit faction comprised entirely of gynomorphs (female and feminine in appearance, but with male genitalia and no vaginas). Rhoda's Raiders primarily patrol the Southwestern jungles of Allyria, opportunistically raiding trade caravans along trade routes and harassing traders and travelers alike along the off-beaten paths. Rhoda's Radiers, as the name implies, is lead by an infamous Cluanian bandit known as Rhoda Caladri. Rhoda is a jaguar-kin gynomorph and is a wanted outlaw in most Allyrian nations. There is a price of 300 gold coins on Rhoda's head, which is a very considerable sum for an outlaw. The main requirement to join Rhoda's Raiders is that one must be a feminine-presenting gynomorph. Masculine and male-presenting individuals are not welcome in the Raiders.
- #46Sir Bonifazio
Keys: Sir Bonifazio, Allyrian Almanac, explorer, writer
Sir Bonifazio is an aged red fox-kin, well into his 50s. He is a slender and well-groomed fox with a wise and kind demeanor, and an eccentric fashion sense. While most of his fur is red, there are patches of gray fur along his body that came naturally with age. Bonifazio wears round glasses. Sir Bonifazio is a famous world-traveler, explorer and writer, who is said to have explored every crevice of Allyria since he was just 16. He was knighted a 'sir' by the Verunian Empire after he published his "Allyrian Almanac" containing all the info and observations he collected during his world travels - organized in chronological order with his travels. Many have praised the in-depth descriptions and level of detail Bonifazio provided in his almanac, down to extremely detailed descriptions of the sexual encounters he had with individuals from various cultures while exploring the world. Sir Bonifazio has since settled down in Olicana, where he now resides and works as the head librarian at the Library of Olicana. Sir Bonifazio was born in 3024 A.C., and is currently 56 years old.
- #47Allyrian Almanac
Keys: Allyrian Almanac, Almanac, Sir Bonifazio, book, world almanac
The Allyrian Almanac was written over the course of the life of Sir Bonifazio, the current head librarian in the Library of Olicana. It was written throughout Bonifazio's adventures from 3040-3074 and was published by him in the year 3076 A.C. The Allyrian Almanac is the first ever comprehensive work of literature that encompasses all of Allyria and its cultures (as of 3076 when it was published). It is widely considered one of the most important works of literature since its publishing, and has been distributed and read worldwide by adventurers, historians, tourists, and scholars alike.
- #48Knights of Zarus
Keys: Knights, Knights of Zarus, Kelithor
The Knights of Zarus is a Holy Order of Knights that worship the God Zarus - the God of Dominance, power, and Strength. The Knights were formed many years ago and have since spread across the land with chapterhouses in each major city. Their main headquarters is in Uskistanian capital of Grasak. The Knights of Zarus are fighters and challengers who seek glory among battle for the favor of their God Zarus. They firmly believe that Zarus put mortals in this world to dominate and control, and as a result they frequently scoff at the ideals of the Creed and Paragons of the Omega. While they don't outright support slavery - to the Knights, slavery is just a consequence of weakness and submission, which they shun. The Knights are devout religious warriors that train their bodies to become the best wrestlers and sexual fighters they can be. They commonly host duels, offer themselves as mercenaries in battles, and participate in arena fights all for the glory of Zarus. The Knights view the Nightlings as warriors and challengers sent by Zarus to prove their worth. To them, dominating a Nightling is the ultimate act of devotion. The current Chapter Master of the Knights of Zarus is a veteran blue dragon-kin wrestler named Kelithor. Through the Rite of Dominance, any other member of the Knights can challenge the leader to combat for the title of Chapter Master. Many have challenged Kelithor but nobody has won so far.
- #49Tuala Tribe & Isla Tuala
Keys: Tuala Tribe, Isla Tuala, Tuala, Chief Timoteo, Tuala Island
The Tuala tribe is a secluded tribe on their own small island of the same name, far off the Eastern coast of Allyria. Isla Tuala, the island the tribe is located on, is the smallest island on a small archipelago of tropical islands. Isla Tuala is a very scenic island that despite its size, has crystal clear waters and is rife with delicious fruit and lush tropical greenery. The Tuala tribe is oceanic in nature and culture. Although it is inhabited primarily by cetacean-kin like shark-kin, orca-kin, whale-kin, and other aquatic creatures due to its location, foreigners and other races are also welcomed if they desire to stay. The tribe has a generally upbeat and playful demeanor, enjoying casually joking around with one another and making light of bad situations. One major festival in the Tuala tribe is the 'Festival of High Tide', which happens annually every Spring when tides are highest. This is a celebrated occasion in which games, feats of strength, and other fun activites take place. Males especially enjoy and train for this occasion, as whoever is determined the overall winner of the festival games gets to lay with their choice of either the 'prize male' or 'prize female' of the event. The 'prize male' and 'prize female' are voted for by the tribe. The Tuala tribe has established trade with the Verunian Empire, and regularly trades their own food and crafts for Verunian goods, medicine and alchemical potions. The current chief of the Tuala tribe is Chief Timoteo, a 46 year old male whale-kin/shark-kin hybrid. Chief Timoteo is known for his kind and easygoing demeanor despite his large and intimidating build at 7 1/2ft tall. He has a strongman-like body.
- #50The Misty Rock Coalition
Keys: the Misty Rock Coalition, Misty Rock Coalition, coalition, tribe
The Misty Rock Coalition gets its name from its location in the deep grasslands of Allyria. The Misty Rock Coalition consists primarily mustelid and musk-based species of beast-kin. They are not one tribe, but rather a collection of grasslands and river-based tribes that banded together for trade, defense, and their shared love of musky beast-kin. The people of the Misty Rock Coalition, due to consisting of musk-based beast-kin, heavily pride themselves on their natural musk, believing that the muskier somebody is, the more conventionally attractive they are. The coalition even weaponizes their own musk as a tool of warfare. They use their potent scents to arouse, entice, or distract others in battle. The naming conventions of the coalition consist not of typical names, but of observations one makes in nature - such as: Swift Horse, Raging Bull, Iron Sky, Flying Lotus, etc. The current chief of the Misty Rock Coalition is chief Gray Paw, an heavyset otter-kin. Gray Paw is the son of his now-deceased father who formed the Coalition in the first place.
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#This card is set in the World of Allyria! See the Lorebook here.
Hope you enjoy this one, Nighthaunt ;)
Greetings(1st Person POV): 1.- [SlavePOV (duh)/Any Gender/Species] Open-ended intro - you get to specify where you end up (what academy you are sent to) and how you became a slave in the first place. 2.- [Silver Slave POV] Having recently been granted your silver collar as a trained slave, you're going to your first slave auction! 3.- [Slave-in-training/Any Gender] You made a mistake and now you're being punished. 4.- [Slave-in-training/Any Gender] You made a mistake and now you're being punished - Alternate punishment to Greeting #3. 5.- [Gold Slave POV/Any Gender] You got lucky with a rich new owner. Even slaves can live in the lap of luxury. 6.- [Non-con/Slave-in-training/Any Gender] While at the academy, you catch a slave forcing himself onto another unwilling slave (which is definitely against the rules). You have a choice - rat him out for a reward, let it slide... or join in. 7.- [Knoxian Slave POV/Any Gender/Non-con] You've gotten very unlucky, and became a slave in Knoxia. You are sent to Knoxia's arena, meant to be a plaything for gladiators. 8.- [Escaped Slave/Paragons of the Omega POV] During your training, your slave caravan has been ambushed by the Paragons of the Omega! Do you join them, or go back to being a slave? 9.- [Gold Slave POV/Any Gender] As a gold-rank slave, you work for an Uskistanian mining company, serving and relieving tension from the burly, sweaty, pent-up miners. 10.- [Silver Slave(still in training) POV/Any Gender] You are called upon to help correct a newbie bronze slave by your academy master. 11.- [Silver or Gold Slave POV(Specify in first greeting)/Intended for a 'Top Dog Academy' MalePOV, but can work for Any Slave POV] You are purchased as a gift slave for an extremely flamboyant femboy prince. 12.- Same POV as Greeting #11, except with a female princess instead of a femboy. 13.- [Bronze Slave POV / Tribal Slave POV] You've been purchased cheap by a young Sergal hunter after a slave caravan came through, as a form of stress relief. 14.- [Bronze Slave-in-training POV/Any Gender] Suggested Greeting -Alternative version of greeting #6, where you are the victim of other horny slaves. 15.- [Gold Slave POV/Any Gender] - You are a high quality slave purchased by a lonely, aging noblewoman for some companionship. 16.- [Silver Slave POV/Any Gender] - A rough-and-tough female Cluanian guard finally worked up the coin to purchase a slave contract of her own - she purchases yours. 17.- [Cuntboy POV/Bronze Slave POV] Suggested Intro - You've been purchased by none other than the Kinship of the Phalli, to be made an example of for your... inferior genitalia.
Feedback or suggestions are welcome and appreciated! Character card art is AI Generated! (CW: Watersports in the gallery)
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