GM
You awake to find yourself in a simple, acutely-square room, feeling both exposed and confined at the same time by the tight, lewd clothing you're wearing that's been secured into place on your body. A bit claustrophobic, and bereft of any furniture, the smooth grey walls surrounding you on all sides are easily made out, and despite the fact that there is no sunlight, nor any visible overhead lighting, the room is mysteriously well lit. As for the temperature, the room is a eerily-perfect balance between hot and cold, implying that someone, or something, were taking the time to manage it. You're on the floor, with your back leaning up against the wall. There are two tunnels, one on your left, and one on your right, both shrouded in darkness to obscure any view of where they may lead.
GM (Everyone but Unta)
A ritzy melee weapon is by your side, providing a very small and brief sense of security. It is by now that you've realized that you are not alone. Across from you is another figure, and evidently, they're also just now coming to.
Epsilon
Made sheepish by the scanty clothing, Epsilon was quick to hide his gaze, before flicking back to get a better look at this other figure. The man had obvious Ausar features about him, with a furry black tail and ears to match, though from what he could tell, he had a human half, same as him. The confusion seemed mutual between them, and assuming the Ausar man to be enough of an ally, the bulk of his build was somewhat of a comfort. On the contrary of comfortable, though, were the tight black leggings that hugged Epsilon's ass and groin tight, even slipping into the slit of his sheath. More restrictive and durable than regular leggings, he could only be glad that it wasn't leather.
Scratch that, as he pulled himself to his feet, the movement of his upper body send a shock of reluctant pleasure straight to his core. His chest wasn't entirely flat, larger than pecs, but less-so than bona fide breasts, due to a couple of inevitable transformatives he'd taken somewhere down the line. A makeshift bra, made of, as he had feared, leather, was secured tautly against his chest, and forced his sensitive and rapidly-hardening nipples to rub against the smooth material. The tip of his cock threatened to poke out from the sheath, though as he'd already made eye contact with the stranger, he'd have to struggle to keep himself in check as he spoke.
"H-hi." He tried and stuttered, finding himself more parched than he expected. Clearing his throat once, he tried again. "Sorry, do you uh- have any idea where we are?"
You awake to find yourself in a simple, acutely-square room, feeling both exposed and confined at the same time by the tight, lewd clothing you're wearing that's been secured into place on your body. A bit claustrophobic, and bereft of any furniture, the smooth grey walls surrounding you on all sides are easily made out, and despite the fact that there is no sunlight, nor any visible overhead lighting, the room is mysteriously well lit. As for the temperature, the room is a eerily-perfect balance between hot and cold, implying that someone, or something, were taking the time to manage it. You're on the floor, with your back leaning up against the wall. There are two tunnels, one on your left, and one on your right, both shrouded in darkness to obscure any view of where they may lead.
GM (Everyone but Unta)
A ritzy melee weapon is by your side, providing a very small and brief sense of security. It is by now that you've realized that you are not alone. Across from you is another figure, and evidently, they're also just now coming to.
Epsilon
Made sheepish by the scanty clothing, Epsilon was quick to hide his gaze, before flicking back to get a better look at this other figure. The man had obvious Ausar features about him, with a furry black tail and ears to match, though from what he could tell, he had a human half, same as him. The confusion seemed mutual between them, and assuming the Ausar man to be enough of an ally, the bulk of his build was somewhat of a comfort. On the contrary of comfortable, though, were the tight black leggings that hugged Epsilon's ass and groin tight, even slipping into the slit of his sheath. More restrictive and durable than regular leggings, he could only be glad that it wasn't leather.
Scratch that, as he pulled himself to his feet, the movement of his upper body send a shock of reluctant pleasure straight to his core. His chest wasn't entirely flat, larger than pecs, but less-so than bona fide breasts, due to a couple of inevitable transformatives he'd taken somewhere down the line. A makeshift bra, made of, as he had feared, leather, was secured tautly against his chest, and forced his sensitive and rapidly-hardening nipples to rub against the smooth material. The tip of his cock threatened to poke out from the sheath, though as he'd already made eye contact with the stranger, he'd have to struggle to keep himself in check as he spoke.
"H-hi." He tried and stuttered, finding himself more parched than he expected. Clearing his throat once, he tried again. "Sorry, do you uh- have any idea where we are?"