-WHAT POTENTIALLY UPSETTING CONTENT WILL THIS STORY HAVE IN THIS ENTRY OR IN THE FUTURE-
*Cheating/Betrayal: Simple enough; Don't assume any of the relationships depicted are sacred or will end on a positive note.
*Cuckolding/Cuckqueaning: The MC and some other characters are gonna exhibit cuck behavior and enjoy having their women/men stolen at some points; I know this is a hot button, especially since it's not gonna be that way from the start.
The whole idea behind this story is that the MC is gonna start as the typical badass but circumstances and mistakes are gonna take him down a dark path.
I'm warning this from the beginning so no one feels who reads beyond this point has the right to feel betrayed.
*Slut/Kink Shaming: This is not a wholesome or didactic story; Im not gonna go out of my way to remind you this is just fantasy and that women and cuckolds are people who deserve respect IRL every time something spicy is depicted.
*Reluctance: There won't be straight up rape but some things will happen, mostly to male characters, that might fall under the umbrella of non-consent depending on your sensibilities.
*Gay stuff: There will be lesbian stuff. Male genitals will come in contact with each other while group sex with a woman happens (balls will touch, sloppy seconds will happen). This might be too gay according to your personal standards and tolerance.
-WHAT YOU MIGHT EXPECT WHICH WON'T HAPPEN-
Straight up male-on-male stuff: Sexual contact between men will be merely incidental.
Sissyfication/Feminization: The most will happen is virility being put into question
Male anal stimulation: Its simply not appealing to me.
Cleanup: Refering to male cuckolds eating other dude's jizz.
Pregnancy: I find the topic disturbing, sorry.
Raceplay: I know this seems almost obligatory in most cuckold stories but I don't think I will even specify the racial makeup of the characters.
Putting these out so you don't get blueballed by expecting them.
-CLARIFICATIONS-
*This is the first thing I write and English is not my primary language.
*The story follows the "isekai" formula of a regular dude from our time who is thrown into a different world and is partially inspired by the xianxia or "cultivator" genre of fantasy, also, anime and other nerd things.
*The setting is a post-apocalyptic matriarchal society that used to be conformed of women only and has only been starting to include men for like three centuries so its inevitable it might get politically CRINGE for you; Remember that the takes explored are not necessarily my own and try not to take it so seriously.
*The setting is the result of a worldbuilding hobby I have, it was not created with smut in mind and its pretty weird so it might get esoteric at points; I will try to keep the story digestible and I will write a separate addendum to explain some things in case anyone cares to understand whats going on outside the sex.
*The characters are canonically speaking a different dialect that is a chimera of different languages but I obviously won't simulate it because I know jackshit about linguistics.
*This will be a long series.
*I won't be describing the appearance of the characters beyond what I consider important enough since I want to give people the ability to fill the gaps with their own preferences; I might write an addendum to detail their canon appearances if people ask for it.
Now, onto the story:
FABLE 1: Tea Time at Dandy's House
"And thus the pie was distributed evenly, much to the Honeybee's displeasure"
Act 1: The Alpaca
A crude origami paper figure stands on a round low table under the warm light of a lantern; it rescembled a four-legged animal with a long neck. Three weather beaten and tired looking men are sitting around it.
"A camel?" - asked the middle aged man; looking deeply invested but skeptical.
"Eh, it's more like an alpaca" - shrugged the old man. The shadows caused by the lighting obviating the boredom on his wrinkly features.
"It's not supposed to be anything in specific" -answered the young man with mild enthusiasm.
"Ey, I know what it is then, it's hogwash" - retorted the old man waving his hand.
"You mean bullshit right? No one uses that word anymore" -quipped the middle aged man with a straight face.
"Can we skip the intergenerational three stooges act Mr. Spike? Its not like any of our jargons make sense at this point" - answered the old man with a melancholic tone.
"Right, sorry, what word did the women use? Pastique, plaste, something like that?" -asked Spike sincerely.
"I dunno what bizarre corruption of a buzzword they were using but they sure sound cute when they say it; I'll ask Trish when she comes back from howling at the moon or whatever. But back to the cute, did you guys see the nurse with the sharp bob cut? It's been a while since I've seen that kind of-" -the old man rambled on until he was interrupted by the young man.
"You guys are getting sidetracked, and fuck you geezer, it cost me a lot of trinkets to get this papiroflexy grimoire from the prize corner" -declared the young man with indignation.
"Ey, you got scammed son, origami isn't any sorcery, it's just arts and crafts for little girls" -responded the old man, amused by his annoyance.
"Oi, don't diss on the fine art, gramps" -interjected Spike with strange severity, pointing his finger at the old man.
"Calm down hound dog! All I'm saying is that Nigel-boy here is playing a child's game while Trish can shoot screaming fireballs, summon bloody wolves and all that the other girls do some pretty impressive stuff too. Have you guys seen what that nurse with the bob cut does when she like takes a scalpel and she licks it..." -he rambled on again.
"Its a form of divination you close-minded boomer! Not all magical stuff needs to be a fucking fireworks show! Trish does divination too you know?" -interrupted Nigel further annoyed.
"Why do you guys keep calling her Trish? She'd put you both on the wringer if she overheard you" -added Spike sternly.
"We've been over this; Trishula sounds weird; our new names are weird too, especially mine" -responded Nigel.
"I like mine!" -responded the old man with content.
"Of course you do. Anyway, as I was saying, this is basic workings we should all be striving to master before irresponsibly jumping into transgressive shit we are not ready to handlle" -explained Nigel.
"I need none of you feng shui bullshit. I will continue being excellent and lopping heads with sheer attitude while you play with your glorified cootie catchers" -boasted the old man while reaching for his walking cane.
"You are going to crash and burn and this pace gramps. We cant underestimate the hold that fate has in our lives now; its not just optional superstition anymore. Remember all those talks with the rivers and the fish we had with Chief Trishula? Do you even listen or do you just stare at her breasts?" -challenged Spike.
"I've been burning all my life mate, I know no other way of living. And yes I did pay attention and I also starkly remember she also talked about the importance of forging your own path so I think I'm loops ahead of both of you youngsters anyway.
