Does she like being hit in the balls? No / Yes / As much as possible! (The last option allows to ejaculate from being hit. Also, your OC may expose her genitalia to some hits purposely)
(Optional) Weapons: No cold steels like swords, daggers etc. (There won't be any gore!) Brass knuckles, baseball bats, staffs, flails, whips and that kind of equipment is okay.
(Optional) Quick backstory/motives of your OC (Pls don't write her life story here ;-; a short introduction should be fine)
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Here is a little backstory to my futa-reality that I wrote a while ago. For those who are interested, enjoy the lecture:
Swizzle was sluggishly sitting on her throne, watching her universe down below the clouds develop slowly... She played carelessly with a silk ribbon sticking out of her skimpy, white robe covering just the nipples of her large, soft bust.
The lower part of her robe slid of off her giant, throbbing penis covered in veins which was towering over the enormous pair of godly testicles, resting between her legs on the cold throne.
Her blue, glowing eyes full of stars flinched when she heard a sudden, explosion-like sound.
She lowered her gaze from the cosmos to three portals that appeared in front of her.
With a warm smile, she sat up, fixing her blond, ravishing hair to the side and waited for the arrival of her students.
Fire gushed out of the portal to the left, spilling magma over the cloudy floor... A strong looking futa covered in runic, shining tatoos emerged from it and looked upon the deity.
"My lady..." Said Jane, the Doom of Hell. "You called."
She whipped her long, crimson hair to the side and kneeled in front of the goddess, resting her fierce, red eyes on her shining, oversized gonads and the monstrous, perfect cock. Her own penis trembled a little. It was an honor to see the creator's appendage from so close...
Her reverie ended with a sharp sound from behind, the second portal broke like a mirror, pieces of glass fell on the floor, their landing cushioned by its softness.
A woman with a body made of glass entered the area, her face expressing no emotion.
"Greetings, mother of all and everything." Whispered Eridya, the Spirit Weaver.
She bowed gracefully, then stood still like a statue, staring at Swizzle.
Her see-through body reflected the light beautifully, shapes of yellow arranged themselves in playful ways along her abundant chest, going down her smooth, slim tummy and reaching her glossy cunt-lips.
"Hello, Eridya... Good to see you again." Swizzle smiled, then glanced over to the portal on the right. "Well, we have our laggard. She never comes on time..."
The portal released a diminishing wave of plasma and suddenly a clumsy, short girl with green hair fell through it and landed directly on Swizzle's plump nuts.
"Oh... There you are, Laita." The deity spoke calmly.
"Fuck... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Shouted Laita, the Watcher of Realities, raising her head and looking straight at Swizzle's scandalously big dick.
She backed up immediately and got down on her knees. "I'm sorry my lady... I didn't intend to touch your... divine... umm... orbs..." She blushed, nervously shaking.
"It is the holy jewels of creation that you're talking about! Have some respect! These marvellous gems of glory gave you and all of us life! You could've hurt them!" Shouted Jane, clearly offended... and jealous.
"It's alright, Jane... I'm fine." Swizzle smiled, calming down both Jane and Laita.
"My lovely students... Today I'd like to teach you about the act of creation. So make yourself comfortable and listen closely."
Jane, Eridya and Laita sat on the floor, looking at Swizzle with admiration.
"So... As you know, there are two different realities that I've created... Vanilla and Fantasia." The students nodded.
