Silly Zealot 2024/10/24(Thu)18:42 No. 1098981 ID: 578f3f
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Option 2: This. Just this.

Yeah, I'll delete these posts if they are unwelcome, I just taught it was funny.

>>1098981
I want some

tippler 2024/10/25(Fri)10:56 No. 1099003 ID: f1368b
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>4 months after the wedding
Henry rolls over in bed to stare at his wife’s empty pillow with a groan. It’s late and he’s done with his shifts for the week, but it’s DnD night which means Jess is out with her friends rolling dice and pretending to be medieval adventurers for who knows how much longer. He sighs, and then sighs louder and longer for theatrical effect. Clutching his own pillow is no substitute for snuggling his wife to fall asleep.

tippler 2024/10/25(Fri)10:57 No. 1099004 ID: f1368b
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After waiting a few more minutes in the hope that his exhausted body will defeat his active mind, Henry grumbles and switches on a light. He’ll get up and wait for Jess rather than stewing in bed.

What should Henry do while he waits?

Work on your erotic fanfiction manuscript.

Shave his beard. He let it grow too long.

If Jess can pretend to be adventurer than so can you, damn it!

Wear bedsheets as cape. Pretend to be heroic hairless monkey Knight.
Kill monsters! Save people from dragons! Drink concerning amounts of alcohol! Get bad bitches!

Put on a bathrobe, make the bed, and a snack to share. Jess is interested in roleplay, perhaps coming up with ways to engage with that would be a mild distraction.

Maybe start doing some exercises? That'll help him get to sleep for sure!

Workout, take a shower and use that body wash she likes so much. Maybe fighting off vampires will get her in a bitey mood.

Torture himself with aphrodesiacs.

Why not work on your own DND character?

>>1099022

Do you know what edition she's playing? What level? Anything which might help you join the game?

Erotic roleplay and D&D don't have a whole lot in common...

wander the internet, maybe plan some erotic roleplay for Jess. Look out for rabbitholes

>>1099004
Tidy up ya slob.

Maybe search for some information on this hobby of hers.
Its good to show an interest.
Search "Adult Roleplay".
That should give you some ideas.

>>1099023
Says you.

tippler 2024/10/27(Sun)06:30 No. 1099097 ID: f1368b
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>Work out
That’s the last thing Henry wants to do, but it’ll definitely help. He shuffles to the living room to retrieve his yoga mat and attempts pilates from memory, half-heartedly lying on the ground and doing leg lifts until his eyes leak from the pain.

Anything high impact would bother the neighbors, who have already complained about all the other late night noises, so he finishes the impromptu routine with some yoga poses, has a drink of water, and heads to the bathroom.

>Shower and groom
Henry hits his pits and junk with that smokey bodywash Jess likes, then examines himself closely in the mirror for any errant fur. A quick brush and he’s the picture of a handsome, fit wolf.

tippler 2024/10/27(Sun)06:30 No. 1099098 ID: f1368b
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Jess still isn’t home. Henry pounds the laminate counter with his fist in masculine agony then takes a seat at his small desk in the bedroom, clad in a burgundy bathrobe. The second bedroom in the apartment is set up as Jess’ office for her stay at home job. He doesn’t need the extra space since he only has a laptop.

>Do some light web research on aphrodisiacs
Henry isn’t surprised, but he’s still a little disappointed. There isn’t any scientific proof that aphrodisiacs work outside of the placebo effect.

>Think about DnD
It’s not that he doesn’t like DnD, Henry’s played through a whole campaign with his buddies before and he’d be down to do it again. There’s a couple reasons he doesn’t ask Jess to join her game. First of all, it’s good that his wonderful wife has her own life and hobbies! Henry would hate to impose on her alone time, and they have trouble keeping their hands off each other which would mess with the chaste gamer vibe.

And it’s also just, ugh, Jess’ friends don’t really like him. He’s pretty sure Sophie thinks he’s toxic at best and abusive at worst. They’ve been extra worried since the wedding, which they were invited to and attended thanks to Henry’s infinite benevolence. Better to stay home and let them coo over Jess like she’s too dumb to make her own choices than cause drama.

Should Henry:
A. Ponder more about Jess’ friends and why they don’t like him
B. Focus on his erotic manuscript about his feeder fetish
C. Plan a sexy roleplay scenario for later (suggest)

A. Did they stumble upon your private fetish life? That stuff isn't generally for sharing with people outside the scene... And it shouldn't impact either of your all's public behavior. Or did they see evidence of impact play or something that you thought clothes and fur would cover up?

>>1099102

Or maybe they found a draft of your feeder fetish manuscript? You keep that in text because, well, obesity lowers lifespan, and you want as much time with Jess as possible.

A. I think option B might provide a clue!

>>1099098
C.
Its time to put on your robe and wizard hat.

A.

Hype yourself up with a little bit of fantasy yourself. Imaging her character is back from her adventure, her loving and patient husband (you) is going to lavish her. Make her the most attended woman in the world and give her all the reasons to stay home with you. Hopefully Jess will be back in time to finish you off for real.

tippler 2024/10/28(Mon)19:03 No. 1099162 ID: f1368b
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>A
Writing would take too much brainpower and while Henry’s tempted to tie a sheet around his shoulders and pretend to be a great wizard, he settles for some emotional processing. He puts one foot up against the desk and leans back in his chair to stare at the ceiling.

Okay, if he’s being honest he gets why Sophie has such a grudge against him. Jess’ crew is mostly queer and Jess was pretty set on transitioning before she met him, even had a prescription for T and was thinking about top surgery. To someone who didn’t understand their dynamic, it might seem like Henry forced her to stay a woman. He’d think that people who were pretty kinky themselves would understand it’s more complicated than that, but guess not!

And if he also happens to find the idea of feminizing his wife with cute short skirts and lingerie and claw polish the hottest thing in the world then that’s fucking awesome. He couldn’t be happier.

tippler 2024/10/28(Mon)19:04 No. 1099163 ID: f1368b
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Henry’s interrupted from his musings by the sound of the front door. He bolts upright and charges out of the bedroom to pull Jess into a hug before she can even take off her boots.

She smells like pepperoni pizza and dark beer and Henry sways with sudden exhaustion. Jess reaches her hand up to scratch between his ears.

“Aw, didja miss me so much you couldn’t sleep? Sorry honey.” she says, in her bright drawl.

“I always miss you. ‘S true I’m r-really tired though.” Henry stretches his jaw muscles to their limit and yawns.

“Let’s go to bed and I’ll take care of breakfast.” Jess smooches Henry on the cheek and dislodges him so she can finally kick off her shoes.

With his head resting on wife boobs, Henry quickly falls asleep. What’s his plan for his time off tomorrow?

Hmmmm. Genderplay in sex. Maybe you could lean into the roleplay of different gender roles for sexual fun? As long as you're actively swapping around gender roles from time to time. You know she'd be hot in any gender presentation she chooses to show, and you are comfortable enough to enjoy anything she might want to throw at you along those lines!

Hang out with Jess and talk about if you should shake things up in the bedroom, try something new.

You've been putting off organizing The Toys in the closet. Need to bust them out, wipe them down and put them in a more accessible spot. Maybe under the bed or in one of your nightstands. Try playing some music to not get immediately distracted when you go through them.

Ask Jess if she would like to be intersex
Then spend the rest of the day making potato salad

>>1099180

I thought you're only that if you're born loke that, do you mean some other term?

Plan to get revenge on her for leaving you alone on that evening. After all, it's HER fault that you couldn't sleep.

>>1099182

Uhhh... by what, a tickle-play scene? Enough tickling can be painful...

>>1099181
With enough sewing material and a large freezer on the basement, anything's possible.

>>1099167
Put on your grandma costume, mister wolf.
She can be the woodsman.

>>1099219
I still say the classics.
Robe.
Wizard hat.
Cast level 3 eroticism then meditate to regain mana.
Ham it up.
Get a laugh out of her.
Then tell her youve got a 16 in charisma as you move in and say "roll for initiative"

>>1099163
the start of a long awaited period of orgasm denial to drive jess absolutely nuts is what. got one of those fancy edging belts and everything.

tippler 2024/10/31(Thu)18:49 No. 1099245 ID: f1368b
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Henry stretches his arms and legs to spread like a starfish over the whole bed as he slowly wakes up. Hmmm, what should he do today?

>Sex as a wizard or medieval king
He already passed on this idea yesterday.

>Sex with Jess while she’s in a masculine role
No way! The idea makes Henry’s fur bristle with distaste and anxiety. He strictly likes women, bonus points if they’re dolled up. They talked about this before the wedding, and Jess is going to stay a woman or they won’t stick together.

Divorce is the single most stressful thought Henry could have to start his day. He throws on a t-shirt and sweatpants and hurries into the kitchen, where Jess is frying eggs and bacon in a pink apron and nothing else. She shakes her butt at him and frowns when she sees his anxious face.

tippler 2024/10/31(Thu)18:49 No. 1099246 ID: f1368b
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She turns off the stove and quickly plates the food before taking Henry to the dining table. “What’s up? You look stressed.”

“I’m overthinking things again, sorry. You–you’re happy with this, right? With us?”

“Um, yeah? I think life’s been great since we got married, pretty much the same as when we were living together before.”

Henry takes a deep breath and inhales a whole fried egg, which makes him feel a bit better. “Okay, okay, great, I just wanted to check. I’m going to go through our toys and cook up a scene for us to do later.”

Jess’ eyes sparkle with excitement and she teases him through the rest of breakfast by eating an extra helping of thick cut bacon dripping with grease.

>Sex in the dominant role
Henry wants to do something related to orgasm denial and a bit of tickle torture for this scene. Suggest specifics and any sex toys Henry should use.

> tickle torture

Bring out... the CHICKEN!

Specifically, a plush toy chicken with real feathers that you bought just for tickle stuff. A pecker for your pecker!

try out that tickle gun you made by removing the heating element from an old blow dryer and attaching soft streamers to its nozzle

Voodoo sex dolls
Uses a combination of sensors to detect the exact pressure your parts put in, which are then transmitted to the recipient vibrator/fleshlight underwear to do the dirty. It even accounts for handjobs thanks to specialized independent 'keys' that push based on where the toy is being touched.

Handcuff her limbs to the bed while you improvise a DnD game between her legs. One that involves figures (maybe a dragon in a form of a vibrator) battling on/with her nethers. A painfully slow DnD game. That should teach her a lesson about leaving you alone to play DnD.

A blindfold and simple restraints, to amp up the anticipation of when and where the next tickle will come. Tie their feet together and their hands over their head so they can get squirmy.

tippler 2024/11/02(Sat)12:20 No. 1099290 ID: f1368b
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>Restraints, blindfold, dragon vibrator, tickle blow gun, chicken plush
Henry gets everything laid out on the bedside table, double checking to make sure the toys are clean and still have battery. He doesn’t even have to fetch Jess before she sticks her head in the door to see what he’s doing, tail wagging with anticipation. They’ve done enough crazy stuff that this is relatively mundane, so to keep the suspense Henry only gives a basic explanation of what he’s planning. At most it’ll take an hour and Jess’ll give him feedback if she’s not enjoying something.

“You ready?” he asks.

“Yeah! Is this a ‘sir’ scene?”

“That’s right. Take off your clothes and get on the bed, arms up.”

After Jess complies, Henry handcuffs her wrists to the metal bars of the headboard, ties the blindfold over her face, and sits himself between her legs. He pushes her knees open to expose her fluffy mound and slit. God, he’s already hard in his sweatpants but he’s not going to worry about that for a while.

Jess squirms and tests her bindings. “What am I being punished for, sir?”

“You abandoned your husband last night for hours to play DnD with your friends. Aren’t you supposed to be a loyal little housewife? If I didn’t keep you tied to the bed all day I bet you’d be slutting yourself out again. Be a good girl and I might show you mercy later.”

Of course it’s all pillow talk, imagine trying to sustain a one income household and a kidnapped sex slave in this economy, not to mention the logistical nightmare of food and bathroom breaks. Henry still finds it therapeutic to say.

He turns on the dragon, which has two branches like a rabbit vibrator but with a rougher scaly texture. Jess quivers as he slowly inserts it into her cunt so that the upper head rests over her clit. It’s on the lowest setting, for now.

“Keep that inside you the whole time, unless you’re about to come.”

“Yes sir.”

tippler 2024/11/02(Sat)12:21 No. 1099291 ID: f1368b
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With everything in place, Henry lets the fox’s legs fall closed and picks up the feathery fake chicken and an invention of his own making, a modified blow dryer with attached streamers. He’s found Jess is most ticklish where she has the least fur, like her nose, nipples, and feet pads. There’s also the old fashioned method of using his hands to squeeze her thighs and stomach as a last resort, because once he starts groping her he’s not going to stop.

Henry gets to work. First he warms Jess up with light tickles all over her body, then he puts the blower to work to tickle her toes until she starts giggling. A quick switch to the chicken and a hand between her quivering legs to increase the vibrations makes her squeal. After working her with the bundle of feathers a bit longer, with special attention to her tits, Jess yelps and he hears the sound of the toy change as it slips out.

“Were you close or did you lose control?” he asks. The answer doesn’t really matter, part of the fun of putting the sub in an unwinnable situation.

“Unnnnnhhhh both?”

Henry scoffs and puts down the chicken to grab the vibrator and slowly fuck it in and out of his wife. “Do you think you deserve to come after such a poor performance? Your whore hole is too sloppy to even keep toys inside.”

“Sooooorry sir.” Jess slurs. She’s grinning with her tongue sticking out. “I’m such a baaaaad girl.”

Henry shudders with affection and finally pulls off his pants and boxers to hunch over Jess and stroke his cock. She whines and tries to hook her legs around his hips to draw him closer.

Should Henry give Jess her release? Where should he come in/on her? Jess is on hormonal birth control and there’s no risk of pregnancy.

Plap Plap Plap

Nah, just shove it down her mouth. Be rough. Leave her lying there after you're done.

>>1099294
Aye, have her suck you off and then you can concentrate on draaaaaging her own release out.

cum inside her while grunting something about her being a sow?

>>1099291
Cum in her, but leave her denied, and edge her as it drips out. She's gotta earn it.

>>1099291

She should get her release, but it should be draaggggggeeeed out

>>1099309
Our skinny little sow. Would dirty talk like that be racist its still hot would be funny

tippler 2024/11/04(Mon)13:10 No. 1099367 ID: f1368b
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>Shove his dick in her mouth
Tempting, but without careful discussion beforehand Henry isn’t going to risk it. His parents are already skeptical of the story about what happened to his finger during the honeymoon and he doesn’t want to give them more reasons to worry about him.

>Fuck her pussy
Ah, the old classic. He’ll have to go slow to make sure Jess doesn’t get off since she’s right on the edge. If he’s feeling generous afterwards he’ll finger her creampied hole for a nice, dragged out orgasm.

Henry surreptitiously checks the time and turns off the vibrator, which makes Jess whine again in complaint. He pets her boobs and chest fluff with one hand to settle her, and lines himself up with her wet hole with the other. It’s a battle not to thrust hard into that wet heat, especially when Jess is digging her heels into his back and yowling.

tippler 2024/11/04(Mon)13:10 No. 1099368 ID: f1368b
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>Call her a sow
While pig people do exist, the delicious animal does too, and Henry loves the idea of Jess swelling up with pups in general. He doesn’t think it’s insensitive to say and Jess likes degradation.

He does little micro thrusts and avoids grinding against her sensitive spots. Okay, yeah, he can get off like this, especially if he starts talking.

“You like that? Want me to knock you up like a dirty sow? It’ll be so hot when your little belly and ass swell up. You better not come until I say you can, spoiled slut, you haven’t earned it yet–”

Jess does that thing where she squeezes all her pelvic muscles as hard as she can and Henry cuts off his own words with a grunt, rocking his hips. Once his brain has resolidified, he pulls out and admires the way his spend starts to leak, white against pink.

“Can I please come, sir?” Jess asks meekly.

While it’d be fun to leave her unsatisfied and get jumped in the apartment later, Jess did a good job lasting this long and Henry’s feeling happy fuzzy. He drags his thumb over her swollen clit and plunges three fingers into her at once, pumping his hand fast. His perfect wife wails in ecstasy and clamps her thighs over his wrist while her own hands wrench against the handcuffs, making the metal bar rattle. She relaxes soon afterwards with a deep, contented sigh.

What should Henry do for aftercare?

Untie, snuggle, talk about childhoods.

>>1099368
Kiss the shit out of your wife, dude. Passively massage her wrists for a little bit to make sure she's not too sore.

Cuddle cuddle cuddle. But don't untie her yet. See how long until she says something, just to be a tease.

Untie, double check circulation, cuddle, tell her how much you love her.

Pets and scritches. That feels amazing with fur.

>>1099368
Massage wrist and untied some cuddles and critches with a belly rub but no sleeping need to cram a extra large dinner into her

>>1099413

Can we not actually do the feeder kink? That one is best left in text, because of the whole 'early grave' thing.

tippler 2024/11/06(Wed)17:59 No. 1099445 ID: f1368b
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>Take off the handcuffs and blindfold
Henry carefully unlatches the cuffs and releases Jess’ wrists. It’s hard to tell through the fur if she got bruised, but he tenderly rubs the flesh just in case. Jess pulls the blindfold off herself with her newly freed hands and clings to Henry’s chest and smears her face against the front of his t-shirt like she’s trying to burrow through his ribs.

“You did so good.” Henry tells her. “Anything hurt?”

“Naw, you went easy on me.”

He leans in to kiss her, plants little licks over her wet muzzle and moves his mouth up to her sensitive ears. She laughs and wraps her arms around Henry’s hips to pull him closer. They cuddle and smooch until they lapse into gazing into each other’s eyes.

“You know, if you want to talk about having kids or fattening me up, I’m down to negotiate.” Jess murmurs.

“Damn, kids? I thought you said you weren’t interested. And I don’t want to give you health problems or anything by making you eat too much, most of the fetish stuff I write about is more extreme than what’s practical.”

tippler 2024/11/06(Wed)17:59 No. 1099446 ID: f1368b
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“Well, yes, that’s why we’d negotiate, maybe 20 pounds would be my upper limit and I’d want to work it off eventually without bulking up because I know you hate that. Kids should wait ‘till we have our own place but we can think about it.”

Henry puts his hands on Jess’s fuzzy belly and pets it absently as his mind whirls at the possibilities. His tail thumps against the bed with unrestrainable excitement. Kids! He’s a little scared about what the price could be but he never thought Jess would even consider it.

>Consider his childhood
Nothing in particular sticks out, cartoons where ladies got tied up by villains were always exciting, though he didn’t read into it until puberty. School was whatever, sports were fun, he leaned geeky jock and took a pretty girl to prom. That was all way before he met Jess.

He yawns and Jess drags him upright to put his clothes on and get a drink of water before he can fall asleep.

The evening is full of exciting possibilities. Henry loves his weekends.

A. Cook a rich dinner and negotiate with Jess about weight gain (Henry will drop it if this isn’t picked)

B. Go out and watch sports on TV with the lads

C. Maybe look into exotic forms of extreme BDSM play -- namely: Breath Control, Blood Play, Needles/Medical play (including exotic stuff like Wartenburg Pinweel, Suction Cupping, Dermal Punches, Skin Staplers, Sutures, small amounts of liquid nitrogen [like is used on warts], Saline injections to temporarily raise the flesh, etc. -- of course with shaving the parts of the body to be played on), Fire Play, E-Stim (and the myriad tools for that!), CN-C, Knifeplay, etc. etc.

>>1099447

Possibly there's one or two that REALLY gets you going? But which ones.... hmmm, check the internet for inspiration... Holy shit, is that someone with feathers as ersatz wings sewn into the skin of their back?!

B is for the boys

B) and what lads wouldn't have some cheeky banter about their love lives? Egg each other on to more extreme play?

>>1099450

Well, you could categorize BDSM by four levels of extremity: light (bondage, sensory play, spanking, roleplay), intermediate (restraints and more advanced rope bondage, moderate impact play, more intense dominance and submission in power exchanges, waxplay), advanced (heavy impact play that leaves lasting marks or bruises, mild breathplay, some level of medical play, degredation play, some mild consensual nonconsent, very mild electrostim), and extreme edgeplay (more realistic consensual nonconsent, bloodplay and cutting, fireplay, more extreme medical play, electrostimulation at higher voltages). So it's possible the guys might be a kinkster group that discusses things?

A. I mean, as long as its under control and what you both want right?

B. Sports!

>>1099446
A. Cook a rich dinner and negotiate with Jess about weight gain (Henry will drop it if this isn’t picked)
MILF architecture time and also a nice comfy dinner to show affection beacuse we are jealous of her being away

>>1099486
Also abkut B feels a bit weird if i am being honest we where jelouse and worried about her hanging with her friends who are not happy with her life choices, and we seem to have this day commited to her, us going to hang with our friends feels un-selfaware

A. Cook a rich dinner and negotiate with Jess about weight gain (Henry will drop it if this isn’t picked)

I like big butts an´ I can not lie.
You otha brothas can´t deny.
That when a girl walks in wit´ a itty bitty waist an´
A round thing in yo´ face. You get SPRUNG.

And as more motivation for the extremer bdsm crowd means a ass that can take more of a impact and lashing like a gladiator beacuse its a non vital tissue that makes her even more feminine looking

>>1099462
There is a negotiation from this vote anyways and she basically already set a upper limit so its not to crazy. would be neat if she negotiated body goals like stamina training on us cardio or strenght so henry can man handle jess lift her up and bend her over more easily

B) Esports.

tippler 2024/11/08(Fri)17:49 No. 1099510 ID: f1368b
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>Think about extreme medical kink, blood play, knife play etc.
Oh that’s what Jess is super into, Henry’s not as passionate because he has to do it for his job, but he doesn’t mind being on the receiving end so it works out for Jess to get her domination fix and he knows how to keep things neat and hygienic. Speaking of which, that’s a whole ‘nother reason not to have a sex slave, Henry’s had to clean enough bedpans and assist with sponge baths for a lifetime.

>Think about a plumper wife
Hnnnnnrgggghhhh. God, he’d be able to hit her way harder depending on how the weight was distributed. It’s so tempting, but at the same time he’d rather focus on the bigger picture of keeping Jess’ friends happy and potential, eventual children. Pregnancy will get the same result since Jess will get all sorts of food cravings, he can be patient. Time to start looking at starter homes online.

>B, watch sports with the lads
Jess isn’t the only one with a healthy social life outside of family and work! Henry texts his friends asking to hang out and then putters around the apartment washing dishes and folding laundry while smooching Jess whenever the opportunity presents itself. Once there’s a consensus in the group chat, he lets Jess know where he’s going and puts on some proper clothes and heads downstairs to the building’s first floor garage.

Describe Henry’s three dude pals. They can be any kind of anthropomorphic animal.

Your partners in crime include the gym rat betta fish with the dad bod, your kestrel former co-worker who's the definition of a short king and your red-eye crocodile skink college buddy who you're only half sure isn't a vampire.

a chic, tall secretary bird who's cool and collected.
a schlubby, shaggy boar who likes sports.
and a short otter who styles himself as something he calls "neo-beatnik"

A short, overly cute, overly angry pika named Mahan. Curses entirely too much and talks to his friends like their total pieces of shit. Is the first one to start screaming at the TV during a football game. Hates being picked up. Hates being reminded that his name is ironic. Real head cook of the restaurant energy (Which makes sense because he is indeed the cook at the pace across the street from Henry's work.) Knows entirely too much about sports, old movies, and gnarly Indy horror flix and often won't shut up about it. Despite his assholish exterior he's a big softie inside, and a real bro to boot. You could call him drunk, at 3 am, on a weekday, an hour out of town, not knowing exactly where you were, and he'll come get you even if he'll be cussing you out the whole time. Becomes a thrilling mix of explosively angry and huggy when drunk. Has a wife and 5 kids with more on the way. Wife is a true unicorn. Perfect in every way, to the extent that you wouldn't believe she existed if you hadn't met her. Handles him, wrangles the kids, and regularly pulls miracles out of her ass on a regular basis. You're pretty sure she's done one of those Disney songs with woodland creatures before, but I'm real life. How he ended up with her is anyone's guess. Plays a mean game of hold'em and is generally down for whatever granted he has the time.

A frog whose great grandpa was a famous actor. Unfortunately, each generation had moderately less acting talent, and your friend's kind of a narcissistic nut, but with (healthy) severe self-esteem issues because he refuses to deny his lack of talent. He works in construction, and is close to being promoted to foreman. The problem is, he's frequently trying to make himself delusional as a method of strengthening his inner self, but you and your other friends think he needs to pursue a different passion before he throws himself off the deep end - he doesn't want to listen to that part.
He changes first names every week. His last name is Bearstuffing.

A fishing cat named Jo. He seems to be keeping secrets from you, but you don't really care. He works as a fitness trainer and openly moonlights as a male prostitute, so you're not sure what else he could be hiding that's more embarrassing than that. Still, you don't think he could be a foreign spy, he keeps stuttering whenever someone tries to point out all the weird stuff he does and blathers in some weird accent.

A Hippo-Lion Hybrid named Bob. Or was it Ken? Anyway, what's unique about this guy is that you can never fully remember him. Sometimes you swear he was more Hippo than Lion, other times you wonder when he got all those tattoos only to discover he has none. You're never quite sure who he is, only that he looooves betting. He will bet on anything if his 'day went well', and sometimes he'll make a bet he's guaranteed to lose as a 'legal present' to his buddies. You like this dude. Now if only you could remember enough to figure out what kind of present to give back.

Hmmmm what about dog chick a shlubby wideset stoat beermonger that was basically one of the frat boys in school and collage hair that hides the eyes wears backwards baseball cap, hoodies sweat pants and those sleeveless wife-beaters.
We need a sitcom gender balance

>>1099531
Basically one of da bozs but a chick need the potential to make jess as equally jelous as henry is and a reflection of herself before she meet henry

Victor Blackwell, a crow hitman. He likes hanging out with Henry and telling him about the last few people he put under.

>>1099546

Let's not make him an actual hitman. Let's instead make him a writer. He supports Henry i writing extreme things -- after all, he makes a living writing extreme stories.

>>1099549
Would be funny if he is a hitman in the sense of his books being hits and just likes to dramatically retell or workshop them in Pov

tippler 2024/11/10(Sun)11:44 No. 1099587 ID: f1368b
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>Guaranteed pick: Victor the crow writer
>Randomly selected friend #2: Mahan the angry pika (single)
>Randomly selected friend #3: Becca the dog
Becca is one of the boys, despite being a cis girl, and also Henry’s college ex, which means their interactions are a bit awkward especially when Henry starts gushing about kink, which Becca was never interested in. He met Mahan at the restaurant where the pika works, which is still the best diner within walking distance of the hospital, and looped him into the crew.

They usually meet at Victor’s house in the suburbs since the crow has posh enough parents to afford a mortgage even when he works as a novelist. Mahan’s beat up junker is already parked in front of the curb when Henry pulls up with a crunch of wheels on late fall leaves. He turns the key but stays in the car for a moment, nine fingers tapping the faux leather steering wheel.

>Jealousy
Is he overthinking this? There’s a part of him that misses Jess no matter where she is, and he’s sure she doesn’t feel the same. She loves him, definitely, but she’s not obsessed, which by all means should be a good thing except it makes Henry feel a tiny bit resentful that her brain isn’t wired that way. Ugh, he should figure his stupid feelings out before he gets more insecure and causes a scene. It’s been an anxious couple of days.

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Right now he should relax with his friends, try to take his mind off of things with gossip and the absolute state Mahan will work himself into over sports. Henry gives the steering wheel a resounding thump and heaves himself out of the car into the cold air. Since he has a built-in fur coat, he’s only wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, which clash pleasantly with Victor’s casual outfit, a blue dress shirt and crisp white slacks that the crow reveals when he opens the front door.

“A pleasure as always, Henry. I have appetizers and drinks in preparation for our evening.” The crow inclines his head toward the granite countertop kitchen.

“Great. Good to see you, man. How’s the newest manuscript going?”

“The first draft is done so this is my informal celebration party. You’re welcome to my nicer liquor before Mahan drinks it all. Becca has told me she’ll be a little late.”

What does Henry want to talk about tonight? How much should he drink?

Admit your insecurity about how controlling you're starting to get, and that you don't want to become a bad person who hurts their wife. Get ^&*(-faced and stay the night.

Thoughts aren't actions. It's okay to have dark thoughts. You just have to not let them rule you. Resolve to work with your wife to find an outlet for these dark thoughts. Some roleplay perhaps?

Get moderately drunk

>>1099591
Yep its just the insane peeps who have no control over there urges and act on every dark impulse and we are totally sane and not just hanging on by a thread for conveniance sake while channeling it into our writing, also like can just be constructive about it with cooking dinner, making deserts, sex, massages, gifts, intrest in her day to day, explore every weird and impulsive urge your wife has in her tweaky brain like how she would like to get hit or was willing to gain 20 pounds beacuse we called her our sow once

Afford yourself one (1) really nice drink you can sip on for a while. You'll still want to get home to your warm bed. For now, talk about cool hobbies and how stupid people ruin them. Like archery or modifying cars. You've seen too many people come through the hospitals because they're dummies.

Just enough for a buzz.
Start off with talk about the roleplaying scene these days.

tippler 2024/11/12(Tue)18:20 No. 1099701 ID: f1368b
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>Two drinks for a buzz
Enough to feel it but Henry’ll be totally sober by the time he needs to drive home to his wife and warm bed, and there’s no risk he’ll say something he regrets.

>Thoughts aren’t actions
True, but they still make him feel guilty and bad. He’ll talk to his pals about it and see what they have to say.

Henry pours himself a glass of the fanciest bourbon he can find and helps himself to one of those big round ice cubes from the freezer before loading a plate up with chips and dip and heading to the living room. Mahan grunts at him in greeting from the armchair before returning laser focus to the unfolding baseball game, in position to leap to his feet and rail at the coaches, the umpires, rude customers at the diner, and the wider world at a moment’s notice. Victor comes to join Henry on the brown leather couch soon after.

>Bring up dark roleplay as a way to segue into feelings
Henry waits for a lull in the action, otherwise he risks getting cussed out by the prickly pika. “Hey, you guys ever think about stuff, I dunno, like doing something really stupid and impulsive?”

“You’ll have to be more specific.” Victor says absently.

“Okay, okay, you know how people do freaky roleplay or chase each other through the woods, kind of to let the beast out, y’know? To act on those dark urges we all have.”

“Are we talking about people or are we talking about you?”

Henry groans and downs his drink. “Yes I’m talking about me but it’s a general thought. Like, what do you do when you don’t have an outlet, or you have an outlet but for some reason it still feels like you’re getting filled up with poison? I don’t want to actually do something fucked up.”

“Then don’t, dumbass.” Mahan drains his own booze and stands up to get a refill.

“Maybe you can do some introspection and try to understand where these feelings are coming from.” Victor suggests. “Are they caused by anger and fear? Stress at your job?”

“Well…I don’t know. It’s stupid, but I guess I’ve been kind of scared that Jess is going to leave me or something.” Henry grips his glass extra tight. One of his knuckles pops.

“Has she given you any indication that she’s unhappy?”

“No. It’s been the same as always, good. Really good.”

“Hm, that’s interesting. I’d be happy to talk about it one on one later.”

Mahan returns to mutter vague threats at the flatscreen and soon after the gonging doorbell signals Becca’s arrival. Henry fills up on snacks and starts to feel a little more relaxed as the bourbon warms his body.

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They’re just getting to the interesting part of the game at the top of the eighth inning when Victor picks up the remote and mutes the TV. Henry waits for Mahan to eviscerate the crow on the spot, but the pika stays silent and watches Victor as if waiting for something.

“In line with our earlier topic of conversation, I’ve been worried about your seemingly impulsive decision to amputate your ring finger in the name of love, Henry. I appreciate you telling us the truth about the injury, and at the time I wanted to give you time to heal and process before I shared my opinion, but now I’d like to say my piece.” the bird says.

“What is this, an intervention? It was just a bit of kinky fun.” Henry chuckles nervously at his own joke and then blanches at the somber expressions on his friend’s faces.

“Look Henry.” Mahan puts his glass on the coffee table, suddenly completely sober and with far more gentleness and care than usual, a sure sign that something has gone terribly wrong. “I’m divorced. I’m not trying to claim any highground like some smug, self-righteous bastard. I’m just tellin’ you what I think, and I think that cutting off a finger for a lady, even if they’re your wife, is batshit fucking crazy and Becca and Victor agree with me. It’s great that you have a girl who’s fun in bed, but we don’t want you to get carried away and do something permanent you’ll regret. Kinda fucked that if you two don’t work out, she can go back to normal but you’re never getting that finger fixed.”

“Well put.” Victor adds.

Henry tries to meet Becca’s eye, but she’s very interested in the ragged knees of her jeans and seems to be attempting to sink into the couch cushions to vanish from the conversation. His body prickles with awkward adrenaline. It’s a good thing he didn’t tell them the full story because they would think Jess was crazy and he’d walk out if there was any slander against his beloved wife.

How should he reply?

>>1099702
Aren't they projecting a bit because of the bitterness of divorce here? Like you said earlier Jess isn't showing any signs of wanting to leave you and you're trying your best to hopefully make this marriage last, what you were worried about is your own impulses, not the battlescars of your matrimony, nonetheless inquire about what they're suggesting you to do then, should you leave your wife just because you pushed things a bit too far once? Should you dial back the kinkiness and risk possibly losing the drive of your relationship?

It really wasn't that big of a deal, you often forget about it until you're looking directly at it or someone mentions it. You moved on and so should they.

Your friends have a point; do you want to love Jess, or your own egotistic desire to try and prove you love her through creepy self-destructive rituals that she might dislike you for?

She was set to transition until she met you, essentially giving up that body for you. Giving up a portion of your body in return makes a sort of twisted sense. But a tangible reality outweighs a mere possible future, so perhaps your anxiety stems from going too far, an intensity she can't match and might flee from.

is what you can say to throw them off the scent. You know what really went down.

>>1099712
"We can be nervous that she will continue down that path as it cant be changed making our own sacrifice invalid and meaningless, her hanging with her friends who are still in that crowd could possibly push her down that road again, beacuse honestly they are not happy with what jess did we think or well know?" "So i stay awake nervous like she will not return like i am the wife of a fisherman waiting at the shore for his return not knowing if i am a widow, then we have intensive sex and she goads me on subtly picking up on the slightest word choice i use knowing my every desire those i dont know and i must match that energy, BUT that brings us to happy news Jess has agreed to having kids when we get our own place, something i imagine she would never actually do with her background and what she has said earlier