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[Skylinegtr34]

Well it sounded like he said playing tits with a horsecock was weird

 

[Amakawa Yuuto]

More like "the easy availability of horsecocks establishes a baseline level of weirdness".

It's a game where you can just pick up a hosecock that's lying around on the ground on what's essentially a planet-wide landfill and permanently attach it to your crotch.
While that's not quite the same as playing various kinds of abominations, it does put them into perspective.

 

[Skylinegtr34]

Oh ok

 

[Adda]

You are a human. You’re a good 5 feet and 10 inches tall by ancient imperial measurements and 1.78 meters in the more accepted metric system. Right now, you’re wearing a suit of armor constructed from an active gray goo, going commando down south, and girding your upper body with a leather harness with additional straps around the belly.

Your suit of armor is silvery-gray, shaped into your favorite-style swimwear.

Overall, it has a crystalline shine to it, adopted from an encounter with a ganrael. The suit gives off a comforting warmth as it regulates your temperature. A shield emanates from the armor, a trick learned from an encounter with a janeria. Your face is human in shape and structure, with shining rose skin. Overall, your visage has a jaw-droppingly feminine shape with dazzling lips, an adorable nose and long, beautiful eyelashes. Like jewels, shimmering amethyst eyes with dark ‘plus’-shaped pupils assess your surroundings with little issue. The red tentacle-hair atop your head is parted by a pair of pointed, fin-like ears, sensitive to the slightest sound. Floppy feelers also grow from just behind your hairline, bouncing and swaying in the breeze. Your mouth contains a long and stretchy frog tongue, capable of reaching much longer distances than most races.

You have a humanoid upper body with the usual torso, arms, hands, and fingers. You have an off-color blotch on the frontal part of your body, covering your chin, breasts, belly and inner thighs in pink. Your skin is secreting an aphrodisiac sweat, giving it a slick oiled shine. You have waspish hips that sway to and fro, emphasized by your trim body, and your rump fills out your clothing nicely. Two normal human legs extend below your waist, ending in normal human feet. Your whopping belly is weighty enough to jiggle when you shift positions too suddenly, but still small enough for easy portability.

The unmistakable bulge of pregnancy is visible in your tummy. You have two large boobs, capped with one nipple each. The coin-sized areolae are pink. When you’re aroused enough, your 0.9-inch nipples pop out, ready for action. Your large, milky tits are producing milk but are nowhere near full at the moment. You could easily fill a DD-cup bra.

Your sexual equipment is located at your humanoid waist. You have three pussies, each a unique and beautiful flower. Your first entrance is a pink, vanae slit with two 0.5-inch clits, frequently drooling its ever-present girl-spunk, its lips primly pressed together as if waiting for something. The exterior folds glisten in the light, while the inner tunnel is lined with writhing, tentacle-like feelers. Its womb is currently gestating an egg. The second slit is a pink, saurmorian vagina with two 0.5-inch clits, frequently drooling its ever-present girl-spunk, its lips primly pressed together as if waiting for something. The lips are quite plump, and always have a smooth and glossy sheen to them. The walls inside your vagina, meanwhile, are lined with soft, sensitive ribbing from entrance to womb. Its womb is currently gestating an egg. The third and final vagina is a pink, reptilian pussy with two 0.5-inch clits, frequently drooling its ever-present fem-cum, its lips primly pressed together as if waiting for something. The exterior lips are subtle and narrow, making your lengthy entrance a little more discrete. The lips and insides are covered in numerous nub-like protrusions. Its womb is currently gestating an egg.

You have one ass, placed between your cheeks where it belongs with immense streams of lubricant gushing profusely from the orifice, unrestrained and unending.

I'm not entirely sure how she can be considered human.

 

[Argus the Manticore]

In-game description:

You started your journey as a half kui-tan, but you’ve become an alien-hybrid over the course of your adventures. You’re a good 7 feet and 4 inches tall by ancient imperial measurements and 2.24 meters in the more accepted metric system. Right now, you’re wearing a suit of armor constructed from an active gray goo, using a hardlight anti-gravity jock for underwear, and girding your upper body with a hardlight anti-gravity undershirt.

Your suit of armor is silvery-gray, with an appearance of smooth, tight latex and has a Steele Tech logo emblazoned on each shoulder. Across the surface, the suit is patterned with a grid of hexagonal tiles. Overall, it has a crystalline shine to it, adopted from an encounter with a ganrael. The suit gives off a comforting warmth as it regulates your temperature. A shield emanates from the armor, a trick learned from an encounter with a janeria.

Your face is human in shape and structure, with tan skin. Overall, your visage has a well-defined jawline and beard, a pair of lean lips, and a fairly masculine profile. Your eyes bear a vertical slit instead of rounded pupils, surrounded by a gem-like shimmering amber iris. The black hair on your head is parted by a pair of rounded lion-ears. They casually pivot towards any sudden noises. Your mouth contains a thick, purple tongue that, if you so desire, can extend a fair portion from your mouth. Its tip is blunted slightly. Because it constantly produces a steady stream of wet lube, the inside of your mouth stays well lubricated.

You have a humanoid upper body with the usual torso, arms, hands, and fingers, and a pair of magnificent wings sprout from your shoulders. When unfurled they stretch further than your arm span, and a single beat of them is all you need to set out toward the sky. They look a bit like bat’s wings, but the membranes are covered in fine, delicate scales and a wicked talon juts from the end of each bone. Above your shoulders and around your neck grows a mane of fluffy, steel fur, making you appear quite royal. Parts of your body emit aphrodisiac-laced pheromones, enticing potential mates. A coat of steel fur covers your arms just past the elbow. Your hands are heavy, clawed paws with fairly feline claws that have replaced your fingernails. You have narrow hips that blend into your pillar-like waist, and your statuesque bottom molds closely against your form. A gleaming metal tail, almost as long as you are tall, swings behind you like a living bullwhip. Two human-like legs grow down from your slim hip, sheathed in scales and ending in mostly human feet, with the addition of scales and clawed toes. Your midriff is rock-hard, shaped by a good diet, steady conditioning, or both.

You’re ripped as hell, sporting the kind of muscle guys want and girls want around them. Much can be said about your pecs, capped with one 0.3-inch prominent nipple each. The average-sized areolae are pink.

Your sexual equipment is located at your humanoid waist. Your demon-dick is 22 inches long and 4.4 inches across when fully erect. It is covered in nub-like protrusions, spread out evenly across the shaft, soft and rounded enough to massage any passage into which it is inserted. The crown is ringed with a circle of rubbery protrusions that grow larger as you get more aroused. The entire thing is shiny and covered with tiny, sensitive nodules that leave no doubt about its demonic influences. A large bulge of flesh nestles just above the bottom of your hulking, perverse dick, to ensure it stays where it belongs during mating. The knot is 6.2 inches wide when at full size. A well-drained sack with two apple-sized testes swings heavily beneath your nub-covered demon-cock. You estimate each testicle to be about 11 inches around and 3.5 inches across. You have one ass, placed between your cheeks where it belongs.

In my own words:

Argus Steele was born a half-kui-tan, and early in life developed a thing for dickgirls. He also love fantasy stories and games, and, wishing to mod himself into something unique, he turned himself into a manticore when he got the chance- FIRST-14 being the perfect opportunity to do so, with its inhabitants' wealth of Lion-Os and Dracoguard Pills.

In terms of general looks, he looks like Carmessi's Guyla (pic attached, on the left), but with a mix of lion and dragon features. His upper body is generally leonine- a human face, but with a lion's ears and mane, and lion-paw hands. His legs, wings, and slitted eyes are draconic. He used to have a Gryvain tail, but on Dhaal he was able to get himself a cybernetic combat-tail like the mace-tails of fantasy Manticores.

In terms of garb, he wears just about the most practical, and easily-removable suit in existence: hardlight undergarments, and a suit of sentient goo armor he named Gina. He usually has Gina morphed into a latex-like bodysuit with the SteeleTech logo on it.

As for his personality, he is kind and compassionate, intending to bring good to the people of the galaxy. He goes out of his way to help people, and on Dhaal, he sided with the workers against their corporate oppressors, even though it was much less convenient for him to do so. His intentions with SteeleTech is to help natives own their own land and resources and sell them to the company, or else to place local branches of SteeleTech almost entirely under local management, to avoid the timeless pattern of oppression where aliens with an unfair advantage rob local resources for themselves, while the locals themselves get nothing.

Now, the fun stuff: Argus is into dickgirls. Big time. But he isn't interested in taking their cocks (though he's perfectly happy to blow them), rather he loves outsizing them with his massive, 1'10" demon-cock. He chose that cock for its ultimate pleasurability toward his partners- its nubs stimulating their insides, and the knot being the perfect prostate-puncher. His entire crew aboard the Manticore (formerly the Sidewinder) consists of dickgirls, plus Anno, Celise, Yammi, and Gina, his gray goo armor. The crew includes: Amber (cured), Anno, Ardia, Azra, Bess (he named Bea), Celise, Gina, Kiro, Olympia, Reaha (amazon), Shekka, Syri, and Yammi. (He considered recruiting Penny, but chose not to, as her work on M'henga is important, and also did the same for Gianna, because he wouldn't be giving her the monogamous love Big T would want.) None of the girls on his crew have ever stuck their dick in his butt. In fact, the only girl to have ever done so is Anyx, when she got him by surprise while he was banging Kaede. He doesn't talk about that.

Argus got himself the Treatment a while back, and it shows. He can bang every girl in his ship, and still head planetside to look for more. He has a truly insatiable lust for dickgirls, and has fucked just about every one he's met. Almost. He still exercises discernment, and doesn't bang unwilling partners unless they've truly done something heinous to deserve it.

He's an extremely romantic partner, and loves making his partners feel cared for and cherished. He makes sure they all feel cared for and care for each other in turn, to avoid his polyamory becoming a problem. He shares his bed with Syri, the first girl to actually confess she loved him, but doesn't play favorites otherwise.