How bout a quick round of coc 
post your twisted little results
Easy, silly, low standards, hyper happy lvl: 23, exp:1409
You are a 9 foot 1 inch tall centaur, with a body that’s a little bit wide and has some highly-visible muscles. You are currently wearing your full platemail and using your huge warhammer as a weapon. Your face is human in shape and structure, with milky, white skin. It has a jaw-droppingly feminine shape with full, pouting lips, an adorable nose, and long, beautiful eyelashes. The ass-length, red transparent hair atop your head is parted by a pair of large, adept fox ears that always seem to be listening. Two large horns sprout from your forehead, curving forwards like those of a bull.
You have a humanoid shape with the usual torso, arms, hands, and fingers. A pair of large bat-like demon-wings fold behind your shoulders. With a muscle-twitch, you can extend them, and use them to soar gracefully through the air. From the waist down you have the body of a horse, with all four legs capped by hooves. Your tremendous, muscled derriere is stacked with layers of muscle, huge even for a horse. Nine swishing red fox’s tails extend from your colossal, muscly ass, curling around your body - the soft fur feels lovely. Of course, your four legs are partially transparent due to their ghostly nature.
You have three rows of breasts, the topmost pair starting at your chest.
—Your uppermost rack houses two monumental tits with one 7-inch cock-sized nipple each. They could easily fill a large ZZZ-cup bra.
—The second row holds two udders with one 7-inch nipple each. They could easily fill a large ZZZ-cup bra.
—Your third row of breasts contains two back-breaking udders with one 7-inch ponderous nipple each. They could easily fill a large ZZZ-cup bra.
Ever since becoming a centaur, your womanly parts have shifted to lie between your rear legs, in a rather equine fashion.
You have a cooter, with a 16.9-inch clit. Occasional beads of lubricant drip from your slavering twat.
You have one tight pucker, placed between your butt-cheeks where it belongs.
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Your campsite got a lot more comfortable once Isabella moved in. Carpets cover up much of the barren ground, simple awnings tied to the rocks provide shade, and hand-made wooden furniture provides comfortable places to sit and sleep. You’ve even managed to carve some artwork into the rocks around the camp’s perimeter. You have a number of traps surrounding your makeshift home, but they are fairly simple and may not do much to deter a demon. The portal shimmers in the background as it always does, looking menacing and reminding you of why you came.
A surprisingly tidy nest of soft grasses and sweet-smelling herbs has been built close to your bedroll. A much-patched blanket draped neatly over the top is further proof that Amily sleeps here. She changes the bedding every few days, to ensure it stays as nice as possible.
There is a small bedroll for Jojo near your own, though the mouse is probably hanging around the camp’s perimeter.
You see Phylla’s anthill in the distance. Every now and then you see one of your many children exit the anthill to unload some dirt before continuing back down into the colony. It makes you feel good knowing your offspring are so productive.
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Nieve is in his usual spot, seemingly deep in concentration. Around him snow begins to fall slowly, then quicker and quicker, whipping his hair around wildly. Although strangely, the air is still where you are.
Hel’s out of camp at the moment, adventuring on the plains. You’re sure she’d be on hand in moments if you needed her, though.
missed a companion or two i think; and i beat Izumi repeatedly for lots of gems and exp poor girl
post your twisted little results Easy, silly, low standards, hyper happy lvl: 23, exp:1409
You are a 9 foot 1 inch tall centaur, with a body that’s a little bit wide and has some highly-visible muscles. You are currently wearing your full platemail and using your huge warhammer as a weapon. Your face is human in shape and structure, with milky, white skin. It has a jaw-droppingly feminine shape with full, pouting lips, an adorable nose, and long, beautiful eyelashes. The ass-length, red transparent hair atop your head is parted by a pair of large, adept fox ears that always seem to be listening. Two large horns sprout from your forehead, curving forwards like those of a bull.
You have a humanoid shape with the usual torso, arms, hands, and fingers. A pair of large bat-like demon-wings fold behind your shoulders. With a muscle-twitch, you can extend them, and use them to soar gracefully through the air. From the waist down you have the body of a horse, with all four legs capped by hooves. Your tremendous, muscled derriere is stacked with layers of muscle, huge even for a horse. Nine swishing red fox’s tails extend from your colossal, muscly ass, curling around your body - the soft fur feels lovely. Of course, your four legs are partially transparent due to their ghostly nature.
You have three rows of breasts, the topmost pair starting at your chest.
—Your uppermost rack houses two monumental tits with one 7-inch cock-sized nipple each. They could easily fill a large ZZZ-cup bra.
—The second row holds two udders with one 7-inch nipple each. They could easily fill a large ZZZ-cup bra.
—Your third row of breasts contains two back-breaking udders with one 7-inch ponderous nipple each. They could easily fill a large ZZZ-cup bra.
Ever since becoming a centaur, your womanly parts have shifted to lie between your rear legs, in a rather equine fashion.
You have a cooter, with a 16.9-inch clit. Occasional beads of lubricant drip from your slavering twat.
You have one tight pucker, placed between your butt-cheeks where it belongs.
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Your campsite got a lot more comfortable once Isabella moved in. Carpets cover up much of the barren ground, simple awnings tied to the rocks provide shade, and hand-made wooden furniture provides comfortable places to sit and sleep. You’ve even managed to carve some artwork into the rocks around the camp’s perimeter. You have a number of traps surrounding your makeshift home, but they are fairly simple and may not do much to deter a demon. The portal shimmers in the background as it always does, looking menacing and reminding you of why you came.
A surprisingly tidy nest of soft grasses and sweet-smelling herbs has been built close to your bedroll. A much-patched blanket draped neatly over the top is further proof that Amily sleeps here. She changes the bedding every few days, to ensure it stays as nice as possible.
There is a small bedroll for Jojo near your own, though the mouse is probably hanging around the camp’s perimeter.
You see Phylla’s anthill in the distance. Every now and then you see one of your many children exit the anthill to unload some dirt before continuing back down into the colony. It makes you feel good knowing your offspring are so productive.
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Nieve is in his usual spot, seemingly deep in concentration. Around him snow begins to fall slowly, then quicker and quicker, whipping his hair around wildly. Although strangely, the air is still where you are.
Hel’s out of camp at the moment, adventuring on the plains. You’re sure she’d be on hand in moments if you needed her, though.
missed a companion or two i think; and i beat Izumi repeatedly for lots of gems and exp poor girl