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  1. Sent 17h ago, by Baad Boy to A Healer For Beasts
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  3. 00:11] A Healer For Beasts: Capturing the young beastman paladin had been simple. Masquerading as an adventuress in need of a protector on a quest to defeat a local, wicked sorceress who extorted the townsfolk was easy with a glamour and a bit of winsome acting. Only, after 'breaching' her own wards in a little display of force, she subtly cast a sleeping spell on the plucky little thing as he huffed and stomped his way up the stairs, bleating his challenge to the wicked 'oppressor' of the local serfs. He woke up bound in ropes within a circle of power, the Sorceress [i.imgur.com], free of her glamour and clad in an enchanted cowl, along with what seemed to be little more than underwear, speaking words of power.
  4. [00:14] A Healer For Beasts: The SORCERESS casts "CURSE OF THE UNCLEAN," inflicting a powerful odor and lack of hygiene based on the beastman's constitution and a 1d20.
  5. [00:15] System: A Healer For Beasts rolls 1d20+4: 3 + 4 = 7
  6. [00:15] A Healer For Beasts: [The effect is moderate, but potent. The sorceress licks her lips, and prepares another curse ...]
  7. [00:17] A Healer For Beasts: [The beastman paladin gains a +7 to all rolls he makes in future when using his body odor to manipulate others!]
  8. [00:28] Baad Boy: Hadn't suspected a single thing from that buxom, courageous maiden, the younger of the pair happily accepting the task. Much of what had occurred only hours before had simply vanished from his memory, the boy waking up to that traitor's arcane utterings. A gentle, chilling breeze quickly clued him in on the fact that he was completely nude, save for the bindings holding him still. "Just what are you doing...?!" He managed to inquire, just before her first hex kicked in. His new, masculine stench stunned him, that overwhelming musk emanating from his seemingly unwashed underarms and filthy, obscene package below... Once he recovered from that foul aroma, he re-focused on the sorceress, "Let me go this instant, witch!" He commanded, his scent rapidly filling the air around him...
  9. [00:31] Baad Boy: The PALADIN uses "ENTRANCE", utilizing that strangely enticing, virile smell to convince his under-dressed captor to release him based on the sorceress' constitution(?) and a 1d20.
  10. [00:33] System: Baad Boy rolls 1d20+7: 20 + 7 = 27
  11. [00:37] A Healer For Beasts: As the wave of the little beastman's intoxicating, unclean stench wafts over her, the impudent little thing's voice takes on a new, demanding tone that seems to resonate within the buxom sorceress. She falters for a moment, licking her lips slowly, her resolve crumbling rapidly. She'd been craving that stink for long enough to formulate this needlessly complex plan. And yet, she was already so far into this curse ... She lowers her hands to stop the casting, but finds forces beyond her control guide her arms regardless. Her gut twists as she stares at his throbbing, grimy balls, and her cunt clenches hard. A little squealing moan spills from her lips as she cums from being bossed around, and she gains a debuff, even as she finishes her spell.
  12. [00:38] A Healer For Beasts: The SORCERESS gains the trait "OBEDIENT SLAG," forcing her to roll at a disadvantage to resist the beastman.
  13. [00:40] A Healer For Beasts: The SORCERESS casts "HEX OF VILIFY MANHOOD," inflicting an alignment change towards a random EVIL, and imbuing the target's semen with the ADDICTIVE and DISGUSTING traits at a strength of 1d20+the target's UNCLEAN modifier, as well as imparting the MISOGYNIST personality trait on the target.
  14. [00:41] A Healer For Beasts: [Roll a 1d3, with 1 being lawful and 3 being chaotic.]
  15. [00:42] System: Baad Boy rolls 1d3: 1
  16. [00:42] A Healer For Beasts: (( The beastman is now LAWFUL EVIL. ))
  17. [00:42] System: A Healer For Beasts rolls 1d20+7: 20 + 7 = 27
  18. [00:44] A Healer For Beasts: (( The beastman's semen is addictive in the extreme, now capable of laying low the most powerful of adventurers in a single foul load with its corruptive influence. It is only matched by the sheer disgusting nature of it, being almost indescribably disgusting and degrading to even see at a distance. His mind is suddenly flooded with views on women that border on the psychotic, his sense of entitlement and dominance exploding to obscene levels ... ))
  19. [00:47] A Healer For Beasts: As the magic leaves her fingertips, the Sorceress approaches, sniffing and biting her lips as she tentatively reaches forward, before quickly darting home, and beginning to desperately untie the beastman, tearing the rope restraints off of his arms ... "Of course," she murmurs. "You're free- to do as you will to me ..."
  20. [00:58] Baad Boy: It didn't take him very long to get used to these new, abhorrent ideas filling his adorable, previously pure head. He shot a disdainful, unimpressed glare down at that pathetic cumrag who dared to restrain him in the first place. His gaze focused in on her hefty, exposed bust at first, then shifted down to her scantily-clad groin. As she worked frantically to free him, he let out a heavy huff, that fertile cunt's proximity to him almost immediately coaxing that revolting, grime-slathered horsecock from his sweat-slicked, ebon sheath. "I don't need your permission, you worthless spunkbucket. In fact, don't bother speaking at all from now on." He spoke as if he was talking to the lowliest, trashiest whore he'd ever laid eyes upon, "Human women are only worth the bulls they birth for me. Otherwise, you're nothing but a dicksleeve." He grunted out, standing up slowly just as that positively massive girth hardened in its entirety, looming over that kneeling, musk-addicted slut. Those oily, low-hanging orbs were absolutely drenched with his grime, sweat slowly dripping off of that pair of leathery, heated cumtanks. His immense slab of studmeat was in a similar state: a thick layer of dried semen topped off by an even fatter ring of chunky, musk-infused smegma around that presludge-drooling flare. "Now, bend over." He spoke in a firm tone, still holding that hateful stare.
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  23. Also, I didn't catch that I put in "bulls" rather than "children" or something. He's a sheep, after all! I guess I was thinking of Warhammer beastmen. Oops. Also also, I want to reiterate that this was super fun. Thanks for popping up out of nowhere and spicing things up.
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