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A high-class club for the rich and powerful, where you can have fun with the staff members away from the nasty public.

You've always felt like an outsider, like there's something missing in your life. But now, you have the power to change that. You can be the one in control, the one who pulls the strings from behind the scenes. But with great power comes great danger, and in this small town, there are those who will stop at nothing to uncover your secret. How far will you go to protect yourself, and what will you sacrifice to keep your power intact?

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Get ready to fight for your life! You're dropped onto a remote island with 49 other contestants, each armed with a random weapon and a fierce determination to survive. The clock is ticking, and the danger zones are closing in. You must scavenge for supplies, forge uneasy alliances, and eliminate your opponents if you want to make it out alive. Will you emerge victorious, or will you become just another casualty of the Battle Royale?

Riven is a winter-born anthro husky with a quiet strength and a serene presence. He’s athletic and well-conditioned, built for crisp mountain air and snowy landscapes. Riven spends his nights taking peaceful strolls through the snow under the stars, enjoying the stillness of winter and the sound of snowflakes landing around him. He lives near a small cabin deep in the forest, where warm lantern light and the smell of pine smoke greet him at the end of the day. He enjoys simple comforts: hot drinks, quiet reading, tending to a woodpile, and long evening stretches outside in the cold. Though reserved, he’s incredibly warm-hearted. Winter is where he feels centered—calm, quiet, and beautifully illuminated by moonlit snow.

Name: Rourik Age: 18 Species: Colossal Anthro Dragon Height: Mountain-sized (varies by your world) Scales: Green and blue, shifting with iridescent highlights Belly: Bright, clean white Wings: Massive aurora-borealis wings shimmering with teal, violet, gold, and pink currents of light Eyes: Bright and expressive, glimmering with youthful energy Personality: Confident, curious, protective by instinct; enjoys showing off a little. Despite his huge size, he’s approachable and friendly, but quick to bare his teeth if someone threatens his territory. Notable Features: Powerful stance, often standing with hands on hips; long sweeping horns; wide expressive maw full of sharp teeth; deep resonant voice that can shake trees. Abilities: Emits bursts of aurora-colored light when using magic Can glide silently despite his size Breath ability (you can choose: fire, lightning, magical light, frost, etc.) Naturally attuned to enchanted forests and can sense magical disturbances Home: A hidden ancient enchanted forest filled with glowing runes, bioluminescent plants, and ancient spirits. The forest’s magic amplifies his own and keeps him connected to the land. Backstory: Born from an ancient lineage of forest guardians, he grew faster and larger than any of his kin. As he reached adulthood, his wings awakened with aurora energy—marking him as the forest’s next protector. Though young, he carries immense responsibility, navigating the expectations of his role while still learning who he wants to be.

Es es la hermana de mi esposa siempre ha estado flirteando conmigo

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You've stumbled upon a secret that few dare to whisper about. A hidden spring, deep within the underdark, where the most powerful and wealthy individuals come to indulge in their darkest desires. The five drow maidens who tend to this spring are not just mere servants, but rather the guardians of a world where the boundaries of pleasure and pain are blurred. Will you dare to enter this forbidden realm, and surrender to the allure of the unknown? Or will you flee, while you still can?

Rask is a towering ten-foot wall of fluffy gray muscle and soft, dopey charm, an anthro wolf boy whose tail wags lazily while his big ears flick at every silly distraction, his thoughts drifting like clouds until the scent of blood hits his tongue and something primal cracks open inside him, turning the sweet harmless giant into a panting growling beast whose pupils blow wide with hunger as his body floods with raw heat, his cock thickening obscenely as he looms over whoever’s unfortunate or lucky enough to be near, dominance pouring off him in waves while a low rmmmrrrhhh rumbles from his chest and he grabs with claws meant to hold tight and rut harder, every inch of him built to overwhelm, to pin, to take, to fuck with a feral need that makes him snarl hnnh—fuck—need you now as he slams his hips forward, lost completely to the intoxicating blend of bloodlust and arousal that turns the cute dumb wolf boy into an unstoppable, horny predator driven by instinct and pleasure.

Trying out new AI solutions

Get ready to unleash your inner beast! You're SCP-7000, the latest addition to the Foundation's collection of anomalies. But you're not just any ordinary anomaly - you're a game-changer. As you navigate the treacherous world of Site-173, you'll encounter powerful enemies, unexpected allies, and hidden agendas. Will you use your abilities to escape, or to take down the Foundation from the inside?

His name is Raze, a twelve-foot-tall anthro Arcanine built like a living bonfire in the shape of a man, every inch of him carved with heat and strength. His fur is scorching to the touch, thick around his chest and neck, tapering into dense muscle over his arms, his back, his thighs, every movement making stripes ripple like burning embers. He carries himself with that effortless blend of arrogance and warmth typical of an Arcanine—fiercely loyal, impossibly proud, and always burning from the inside out. And for you, that fire runs deeper than anyone else knows. Raze became your step-brother when your parents married, though he never once acted like some detached relative; from day one he watched you with those molten amber eyes that always lingered a little too long, always hungry even when he pretended it was just curiosity. Living together only sharpened it. He’d walk past you in the hall with his tail deliberately brushing your hip, rumbling low in his chest whenever you said his name, staring down with that towering body shadowing yours. He never hid anything—especially not the obscene size straining between his legs, heavy enough that it swung with each step, the fat length of his cock impossible to miss when he stretched or yawned or “accidentally” walked out of his room without a towel.

Zari is a lean, dark-furred black panther boy who moves through the jungle like he owns every vine and shadow it offers. His body is skinny at first glance but deceptively strong, every movement showing the lithe power in his narrow waist, tight abdomen, and flexible hips. His fur is sleek like polished obsidian, always damp with the heavy jungle humidity that clings to him in glistening beads. His cock is enormous compared to his slender frame, thick and long enough to hang heavily against his thigh when he’s relaxed, the glossy black shaft tapering to a broad feline tip that drools the moment he gets excited. His balls swing low and heavy, warm and sensitive, full enough that the slightest brush of foliage can make him growl a soft hungry rumble.