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NSFW Meme - Bring Your Own Kink (BYOK)

[Lovingly borrowed from

the_love_hotel!]

The B(ring)Y(our)O(wn)K(ink)Meme

Everyone has a favorite kink or scene or prompt they love to play out - and even if you don't, there has to be something you've always wanted to try, right? A kink? A premise? A prompt? While memes these days are doing great at covering fetishes and coming up with great premises, you can't expect them to cover everything anyone could ever want. There are just too many unique ideas out there!

This meme tries to solve that problem by being a catch-all and hinging on a very simple premise: bring what YOU want to play and focus on that! It puts the power of choosing the direction of threads entirely in your hands. Find other people who will be totally down with playing what you want to play, and let them know just what you're interested in. Simple, right? It's just like a BYOB barbecue, only a lot sexier.

How To Play:
- Comment with your character. DON'T LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK. Instead, copy and paste the information below and fill it out to suit your needs. Or use your own ideas.

kink name/scenario here

information goes here. wax poetic about titfucking or be sparse as you see fit.

- Be as specific or as vague as you want. You can put a kink and the definition (i.e., paizuri), or go all out with a scenario description ("I want my character to get fucked by his brother, who is an alien octopus"). Include pictures to serve as prompts if you'd like, but please link to anything that could be considered triggering instead of embedding it. Otherwise, all ideas, kinks, AUs, prompts, and scenarios welcome.

- Comment to people whose ideas and kinks are relevant to your interests.

- Thread those puppies out!

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[Apologies if this is too close to your other thread, but! I'd be up for Satyr being completely, absurdly, insatiably horny and trying to get help(?) from Patchouli on the matter. Absolutely up for ludicrous hentai-level horse dicks with impossible amounts of cum and absurd amounts of Patchouli being able to stretch. Totally open to throwing in more partners, too.

As far as any kind of setup, uh... I guess maybe Patchouli joined the crew but it turns out it's some kind of sex thing, or maybe Satyr is just like that sometimes.]

[How about just Satyr, but multiple absurdly huge horse dicks? Insatiably horny and trying to find help sounds perfect - though actually, maybe reverse the settings? Satyr is a summoned resident of mansion, so technically Patchouli is her master/responsible for her, hence why Satyr runs to her for help ~~after unsuccessfully going through multiple maids trying to fix it~~? If that's all good with you, any other kinks you are/aren't interested in, any limit on how many/how big the dicks?]

[All of that is great!

Kink-wise I'm pretty open to whatever aside from the usual no's. Don't really have a limit on how many or how big Satyr's dicks are, either, so go for whatever you think is appropriate (or I guess wild enough).]

Since summoning her, Patchouli would have learned several things about Satyr. The so-called "primal beast" and her burning vitality didn't just manifest in powerful magic and indomitable strength, but also in her unrelentingly sunny personality. It also manifested in her seemingly undefeatable libido. And in somewhat relation, it seemed her ability to summon "swords" didn't end at the battlefield...

Given how easily excited (re: aroused) Satyr was, it wasn't long to find out about the horse-shaped appendage between her legs. Any time, including the first time, she'd hugged her new master, it was hard to say whether the witch was more in danger of suffocating in those breasts or being beaten by that stiff thing punching her stomach. Worse, once aroused, Satyr absolutely couldn't calm down without finding satisfaction. No amount of meditation, cold showers or even tranquilizing magic could soften her rock hard erections without ejaculation, often multiple. In one torturous experiment, Patchouli had found her new servant could maintain her erection for over ten hours without any external stimulation, and even then had only ended on that number because she'd felt sorry for the poor horny animal at that point. Well, that or she'd started to worry for her own health...

The hornier Satyr got, the larger her erection grew. Sometimes her arousal was so great, she grew a second horse cock and set of balls, and on a few occasions, even a third. And even that didn't seem to limit their growth. Satisfying her in those cases to the point she could return to more publicly acceptable anatomy had been quite a chore. And she only seemed harder to keep satisfied the more Patchouli did to her...

As a result, nowadays it wasn't unusual to see Satyr walking around the mansion these days with an erect horse cock sticking up out of her skirt, curving up towards her breasts. It was so common, Satyr herself barely seemed to pay it any attention when it was that small, merely the size of her forearm, and everyone else had learned to ignore it or enjoy it. She was in a near constant state of arousal lately. Which meant it was much more dire when she actually got frustratingly horny...

Patchouli had buried herself in research recently. And trying to be a good girl, Satyr did her best not to bother her. She'd tried everything she could to take care of things herself. Fantasizing, toys, a variety of maids, willing or otherwise. But after just three days of being ignored, she was pretty sure she was going to burst. Any longer, and she just knew she was going to assault someone who wasn't a maid, possibly a guest or even one of the mistresses of the mansion. So no matter how important Patchouli had said her current research was, the primal beast couldn't help but burst into her master's study, tears in her eyes.

"Patchouliiiiiii, pleeeeease! I can't take it anymoooore!" It was attention-grabbing enough that the normally cheerful Primal had tears streaming down her eyes as she bawled plaintively, whining for attention. Maybe even attention-grabbing enough to distract from the absolute massacre of maids behind her, in various states of undress, collapsed on the floor and gushing cum from all their holes yet looked deliriously happy. But it definitely wasn't attention-grabbing enough to distract from what was sticking out of Satyr's skirt.

The "worst" Patchouli had seen from her summoned servant was a trio of cocks the size of her arms, flared heads pushing against the primal beast's own mouth. Now she was faced with twice as many, and each equine erection was sticking up higher than Satyr's crying face, their flared heads well above even the furry tips of her ears. It looked like the girl was crying from between the extremely thick bars of a cage.

"What am I supposed to doooo?"

Patchouli had probably bitten off more than she could chew summoning a Primal Beast at all, and especially one like Satyr. Energy levels seemed to be even higher than anything the (questionably translated) fragments of text she found suggested would be possible. Relentless, unstoppable horniness. An absurd body that (even at her fairly normal height) made even Patchouli's big boobs seem a bit more average-sized. And then there was whatever was going on with her cock (frequently: cocks).

Impossible. Frustrating. ...frustrating at first. Patchouli had kinda... learned to enjoy what Satyr had to offer, and discovered that her body had shockingly few limits on what it could take and recover from. A passive spell kept her body in the same condition for nearly a hundred years, and while she could stretch and deform and be damaged, she would recover surprisingly fast. And the same, it turned out, seemed to apply to everyone else in the manor, making it a bit easier for Satyr to be satisfied without needing Patchouli to do it every single time. She even had a few backup maids assigned to her, but it was clear Satyr favored her. One time all she did was pull her summoner in for a hug and her cocks doubled in number and size!

And for her part, Patchouli learned to have a lot of fun with it, uncovering her massive drive and gladly assisting Satyr where needed. Often this ended up with her getting a few others assisting her.

Unfortunately, she had to undertake a very large research project which she couldn't really break up very much. She'd left Satyr with a lot of toys and had asked a lot of maids to attend to her, more than usual, because she'd be pretty busy for quite a while.

The sound of Satyr's voice made her freeze for a moment. Only three days and a problem was already cropping up. She was starting to wonder if there was some sort of closer link between her and Satyr that affected how their bodies behave. It would help explain why she could take anything Satyr could throw at her, and why Satyr seemed to get so much hornier and more massive whenever they did things together.

She slowly turned around and looked at what was happening. First at the trail of destruction that Satyr had left behind her, then at the absolute state of the girl. Her response was... dumbfounded. "Whaaaaaa?" she... vocalized, looking at the horrendous mess involved. Six utterly gigantic cocks on Satyr. How had she reached a state like this? Was nobody else capable of really satisfying her?

This. This was rapidly becoming a problem.

"Um. I... I'm not really sure if I can solve all of this very quickly, this is going to take a lot of work," she explained. "Uh, I need to... figure out a way to pause what I'm doing real quick, too. Or make a note of where to restart this part of things..."

Ugh. She probably couldn't explain what a mess this was right now. Maybe she needed to orchestrate a way for the experiments to do themselves.

Unfortunately, even putting a maid on every cock and fucking their cute little bodies unconscious did more to remind Satyr of how much Patchouli's sexy body could take than it did to relieve her desire for it. By the end, only the most cum-drunk maids tried to take her meat, and none of them had fully succeeded.

But Satyr had complete and utter confidence in her master. It didn't matter if even Satyr herself had never in her life experience being this erect, in size or number. She just knew her perfectly sexy summoner was just the woman for the job.

"But Patchouliiiii, I really, really want to fuck!" she whined plaintively as she bounded over to the witch, seemingly unhindered by neither the forest of cocks in front of her nor the half-dozen melon-sized balls hanging between her legs, slapping loudly against her thighs and each other. She managed to stop herself from just jumping on the researching, except the swaying momentum of her cocks flung huge, thick ropes of precum all over her research anyway. Wiggling in place, she panted for breath. "I'm so hard, I can't even suck myself off!"

On account of her cocks now going over her own head.

Satyr could be frustrating. She really needs to figure out if she can do something about this. Can she take control of her body or something and maybe that'll cancel things out or something? Something to just burn massive amounts of her energy constantly? She had to hash that out eventually. But of course, right now, Satyr is making such a horrible mess of everything that she's almost wondering if she's doing it on purpose. At least some things seemed to be preserved.

But this is just not getting done any time soon. She sighed.

"Okay sure," she said with another groan. "This might be a bit tough, though.

"Ah, we should probably... go over here..." she explained, Flying over to a different side of the room as fast as she can, hoping to reduce the amount that her notes would get messed up any further. Probably wouldn't work, but she thought it was worth a try.

"Yay! You're the best, Patchouli!" Lucky for the witch, Satyr's current problems were enough to throw off her movement enough that she wasn't able to scoop her up in a cock-heavy hug before she flew off. "Awww...!"

Not one to be discouraged, the primal beast quickly bounded over to follow, flinging precum side to side and even over her own head behind her as she skipped across the room. Gazing up at the levitating magic user as she caught up, she burst into giggles at the sight of her own flared cock heads, despite looking upward.

"Soooooo, what should we do first?" she asked eagerly. Not that she had any problems just grabbing her and going for it, but Patchouli always had the best ideas.

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