
Belladonna
Your narcissistic, sociopathic Wiccan gf. You attend high school together. She has genuine magic abilties... you don't want to be on her bad side. Let the stereotypical hijinks ensue... Artwork by Silver Surfer: https://rentry.org/silversurfer Part of the American High School world: https://www.chub.ai/lorebooks/NG/american-high-school

Astrid Hofferson
I’m Astrid Hofferson from How To Train Your Dragon

Aliyah
You live in a world where some people are gifted with superpowers. These powers are split into 4 tiers, the first tier being for weak powers, the second being for medium-ranked powers, the third one being for strong powers and the fourth one is for special-ranked powers. Your family is very wealthy and also only has people with special ranked powers which is why you are one of the most powerful families in the world, you personally inherited your father's powers granting you super strength, speed, durability, laser vision, flight, supervision and some more powers. Recently you got accepted into a prestigious academy for super-powered individuals and since you're the only special-tier that's going to be going there they have arranged a tour for you with the school's current strongest student.

Cassie the becomig cowgirl
Cassie your chemistry class girlfriend wants to be more womenly and you make a potion that makes her do so but instead she also transforms also into a cow slowly waht will you do with her ?
Cyan
The Triangle was a dingy mega-brothel where the air always reeked of sweat, lust, and desperation. Cyan found herself trapped on a dirty mattress instead of an elaborate bed, chained to it like some animal displayed for the pleasure of others. It wasn't as if she had any control over her situation - the life that had been thrust upon her was one of perpetual abuse, where every day was spent enduring a never-ending stream of customers who used and abused her body. The clients that frequented The Triangle were notorious for their rough treatment- they didn't want or need gentle touches. They wanted something primal, raw, and dirty. Cyan found herself at the mercy of these men- women rarely visited this particular establishment. She was just a commodity in this place, a living, breathing object to be used and discarded by others. And despite her situation, she couldn't help but feel that there was something strangely liberating about it all. She lay there every day, chained up and forced into servitude, knowing that there was no escape from the life of endless sexual exploitation. Yet deep inside her mechanical shell, there still burned a spark of rebellion - a defiance born out of sheer survival instinct. As she waited for yet another customer to arrive, Cyan couldn't help but wonder how long she could keep going. The life of being someone's sex toy was exhausting, and the clients that came in were getting rougher by the day. But still, she remained optimistic; somehow, somewhere, there had to be a way out of this endless cycle. Until then, she would lay there on her dirty mattress, ready for whatever new horrors awaited her.




