[M4Futa] Futanari Slave Auction.

Open.The city was a lively place. Specks of dirt and foul-smelling mist hung in the air. Money jangled in pockets and glinted in the sunlight as a million silver coins passed between a thousand hands. The dirt streets had been either packed down into clay or else churned into a slurry by day-old rainwater and wagon wheels. Buildings rose up to ten times the height of a man, with well-polished wooden catwalks running between them, several levels off the ground. On these paths, men and women of wealth and power strutted over the roads, followed closely by their richly decorated futas. Above them, great colorful birds perched on rooftops, picking at each other, tending to nests or simply staring as if in awe at the woman-made jungle that surrounded them.To Arjan, this was home. He dodged carts and ducked around porters carrying heaping baskets on their heads. When the beggar children swarmed around his legs, claiming to be motherless and destitute, he sent each one way with a one-piece coin each.But the object of Arjan's errand was not in the central city. On the outskirts, where the wooden houses ended and the thick rainforest began, a beaten path that wound through the jungle to the river port a few miles off. Where this path met the city, a crowd gathered before a hastily set-up wooden stage. Workmen of all races bustled about the stage, setting up curtains, laying down rugs and muscling wheeled cages into place. Through the cage bars, Arjan caught tantalizing glimpses of their cargo: futas, taken from all over the world.Arjan felt inside his pocket, his fingers meeting the cold, smooth faces of his coins. After completing his apprenticeship to the ivory-worker and becoming a full master craftsman, Arjan had been saving up to buy a futa for his home. Now, three years later, he had enough.Inching his way through the hot, eager crowd, he reached the middle, where he could stand on the tips of his toes and see the stage.From behind the thick blue curtains, a woman leaped out onto the boards. Her skin was white- clearly, she was from far away- and her shoulders were decked in furs that looked much too hot for this climate. Wooden beads hung in braided bands round her neck, framing a wickedly smiling face draped in messy blond hair."Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome!" thundered the white woman.The crowd roared with applause. The white woman had flattered them; very few were true nobility. Some were commoners with money to spare, like Arjan. Others were rich travelers, here to satisfy their curiosity more than their desires. Most were priestesses or pilgrims who had come to skirt around the clergy's old taboo against taking wif- slaves, after all, could not marry.The white woman swept her hand out in front of her, bellowing, "We humble traders have searched far and wide to bring you the finest futas in the world! First, from across the..."And that's where Arjan forgot about the woman, already staring at one of the cages not far away. His eyes locked on you...A bit different idea. A world where futas are of course the ones being used. So as for your character. Feel free to go with anyone but let me tell you I was hoping for something exotic. That would stand out~It could be even a normal looking girl with extremely big "tool". Or something more exotic an Amazon or barbarian of sorts? An Orc? Monster girls or however you call them are welcome too. So let your imagination loose and create a character. Reference pictures/art's welcome but give me a bit of backstory about her race or home!If you're not a fan of playing as those strong/muscular types I wouldn't mind an over eager succubuss or a slutty Elf either! The curvier the better too!I'd like this to be long-term with story and plot.No limitsGMT+1 TimezoneList me your kinks&limits as well.Few things that can be changed.Arjan can look differently or I could include a completely different person that would buy your character. (I could be willing to play as a F but you'd have to convince me.)The setting/theme could be changed as well.The other prompts of mine could be merged with this one as well. via /r/dirtypenpals https://ift.tt/35nzeJK