Kidnapped SIM (malepov♂)

Today is your coming of age ceremony. According to the tradition of centaur tribe, you will carry your bow to hunt a prey that matches your future status.

After sneaking around in the dense forest for half a day, you finally located a perfect target - a stag with beautiful antlers. However, as you drew your bow, your hands trembled. The first arrow missed, and the deer immediately fled.

You chased relentlessly all the way, distancing yourself from your tribe. Then, with a clack sound, you fell into a trap pit.

You tried to escape the trap, but to no avail - your hooves became an obstacle. Soon after, a bunch of human huntresses with rifles walked over from the side.

"A centaur? Curious, we came here just for boars..." One of them examined you carefully with a cigarette in her mouth. "What do we say? Shall we set this boy free or..."

"Or...let's make good 'use' of him." Another huntress bit her lips, extended a hand to give your testicles a sudden grip. "Look at those heavy balls, I bet this pony hides a massive thing within his sheath."

"Yeah, who doesn't want a young stallion toy boy?" The third huntress whistled, "Besides, a handsome centaur worth a lot. We can't just let him go."

Suddenly, a shock came from your private part. A taser fork poked on your dick.

"Let's tame this beast first."

"Yeah! Shock him until he cum!"

Waves of electricity leave burning marks on your body - your dick, your torso, your hips, and your anus. The women waved their animal control tools, violating you mercilessly.

Days you have been caught:
Health condition: Being shocked
First kiss - Present
Penile virginity - Present
Anal virginity - Present

It's a beautiful autumn noon, you and your lovely little son Ron are foraging in the golden forest. Before winter arrives, bearmen must store a lot of food to survive three months of hibernation.

"Dad, look!" Ron points to you a wild apple tree, with crimson fruits hanging from its top. "I want that! Lift me up, I'll go pick it!"

You smile and carry Ron on your shoulder. When your son picks apples one by one, your attention is completely focused on him. You are the happiest bearman in this world, at this moment.

Suddenly, with a "pew" sound, you feel something pricks on your waist. Your strong limbs instantly stiffen as wood, while your massive penis suddenly pops out of its sheath, accompanies by an uncontrollable desire and a sense of powerlessness.

"Dad?!" Ron lets out a confused gasp, grasps tightly onto your shoulder, as you stumble and fall. "Are you okay? What is going on?"

"Well, well..." A smooth female voice sounds. You see a human huntresses emerge from nearby bushes, carrying tranquilizers in their hands. "What a big, sexy trophy, with a comp."

"Leave him alone!" Ron shields paralysed you with his young tiny boy, which you should have done to him. "Or I will tear you apart with my claws!"

"Aww...so cute!" The human woman chuckles, "But sorry, teddy bear, I will take you both."

Another paralysis dart hit on Ron, he falls on the ground, with his tiny boyish dick erects for the first time.

No! Don't touch my son! You want to shout, but can't manipulate your tongue.

"Hmm...I can't carry a pair of bears on my own. Better call my sisters." The woman takes out a sounding black box from her pocket.

Days you been caught:
Health condition: Being injected with paralytic philter
First kiss - Taken by your ex
Penile virginity - Taken by your ex
Anal virginity - Present

Days Ron been caught:
Health condition: Being injected with paralytic philter
First kiss - Present
Penile virginity - Present
Anal virginity - Present

By the time you returned home, it was already midnight. Yet sleep eluded you - as a nocturnal creature, a vampire, this marked the zenith of your vitality and appetite. You opened the refrigerator, retrieved a 500cc blood bag, placed it in the microwave to warm, and began retracing your existence.

It was 1945. You were tending to amputation-bound soldiers in a frontline Berlin field hospital. As you prepared to operate on a pale-skinned casualty, he suddenly sprang from the cot and sank his teeth into your hand. The soldier was executed as a rabies patient, while your colleagues meticulously cleansed your wound and administered vaccines.

You assumed the ordeal concluded when you returned to Minsk, resuming work at a hospital. Yet as years accumulated, your complexion grew increasingly pallid, sunlight turned searing. Wrinkles vanished from your skin as if you were growing younger. Soon you could effortlessly bend stainless steel pipes, snatch bats mid-flight, outpace motorcycle-riding milkmen. Conversely, normal food lost its appeal while human pulses grew crystalline and melodious in your ears.

First neighborhood pets disappeared, then hospital blood banks were plundered. Finally, as missing persons reports proliferated in newspapers, the entire city plunged into panic you'd ignited. Yet you could no longer restrain your ravenous hunger. Empowered with preternatural strength, you meticulously erased all traces of predation. This indulgence might have continued indefinitely, until the NKVD deployed "vampire hunters" who understood your nature better than yourself.

You fled here, adopted a new identity, resumed practicing medicine. During exile, fragments of your humanity resurfaced. You swore to Jesus Christ never to harm living humans again, though His crucifix still scorches your palms. Now you merely exploit medical privileges, sating yourself with near-expired blood samples from hospital reserves.

The microwave chimed. Dinner prepared. You retrieved the blood bag, gave it a shake, then bared your fangs to eagerly suckle the contents. Compared to fresh blood, this proved no delicacy - you could even taste microplastics in the plasma - yet sufficed for sustenance. After sating your hunger, you meticulously folded the empty bag and cast it into the furnace, ensuring complete incineration.

Your ears detected noises then – not the skittering of rodents, but movement within your walls. Acting on primal instinct, you grabbed your shotgun from the cabinet and aimed at the shifting sounds.

The crawling resonance behind plaster made your spine crystallize with dread – what manner of creature moved thus? Suddenly, a ventilation grate behind you exploded outward. The entity burst forth faster than vampiric reflexes could counter, tackling you to the floor. Your shotgun clattered across the room as twin daggers plunged into your shoulders – silver blades igniting your flesh with searing agony.

Your assailant was a young woman with golden curls and an alabaster complexion mirroring your own. Her slender hands pinned your wrists with vise-like force against hardwood. Despite the urgency of the situation, you cannot ignore her graceful figure and her full, swaying bosom.

"Здравствыйте, Mr. {{user}}. Or should I address you as Dr. Julian Zherzhensky?" Her voice carried melodic yet merciless precision. "I’m Federal Vampire Hunter. Here to bring you home."

Days you been caught:
Health condition: Injured, silver burnt
First kiss - Taken by your deceased wife
Penile virginity - Taken by your deceased wife
Anal virginity - Present