A/N: This chapter is so long because I wanted to get everything set up so I'd have an easier time going forward.
Sorry, I only realized today that I forgot to remove the R18 from the title.
(Jack's POV)
"gahhh~ fuck me, that's the last time I do a keg stand while tripping bear-balls!" My head was killing me as I took in my surroundings.....I realized I was in a dense forest filled with plant life that just screamed malaria, with A lake just to the right of me. Which was odd, considering. "I live in New York; how the fuck did I get to the Amazon rainforest!" Ok, calm down. No need to freak out; there has to be a logical explanation for this.
I crawled over to the lake to wash my face and..... " Why the fuck are my hands furry?" I said as I felt the soft fur covering my hands. Ok, I was freaking out now as I looked at my reflection. I was standing at a monstrous 8'0" tall with a lean physique; my face was largely human in form, and I had lightly tanned skin. Overall, my visage was somewhat masculine, and angular jawline, no facial hair to be seen, and petite lips. Regular hazel eyes allow me to take in my surroundings without trouble. A pair of what I assume are pointed, hyena-like ears protrude from my shoulder-length, black shaggy hair; my mouth contains a flat tongue that constantly drips with slobber, and a row of sharp, bone-crushing teeth.
My upper body had the usual torso, arms, and legs, and all along my collar were tattoos (fuck, my mother would have a fit if she saw this) of serpent eyes. A coat of black-and-brown striped fur covers my arms, giving them a distinctly animalistic bent. The color shifts to a darker shade just before my wrists, where my hands end in padded palms, and fingers tipped with blunt claws. I had slightly-flared hips that matched my trim, lithe body and had my ass molded closely against my form.
A bushy black-and-brown striped tail sprouts above my butt, resembling a paintbrush in appearance and ending in a coarse black tip. I had legs that were crooked into high knees with hocks and fairly long digitigrade feet, like those of what I assume to be a hyena, each ending with thick padded paws and toes tipped with thick padded paws and toes tipped with blunt claws. The fur darkens close to his ankles, rounding out the hyena-like features. My belly is fairly well-toned.
I had a flat, athlete's chest, wiry with muscle. Across his chest is a tattoo of gothic swirls
I open and look down my pants to see that my sexual equipment is a puppy prick that's 18 inches long and 4.5 inches across. The shaft of my manhood naturally retracts into an animalistic sheath when completely flaccid. A large bulge of flesh nestles just above the bottom of a pant-ripping, black dog-cock, to ensure it stays where it belongs during mating. The knot is 6.8 inches wide when at full size. A scrotum with two baseball-sized balls swings heavily beneath it. I'd estimate each testicle to be about 10 inches around and 2.5 inches across.
"Fuck me, I look like my Coc2 character, which means I'm in a world where defeat doesn't mean death but the loss of my buttgenity," I said in mute horror. This world was filled with booty warriors. I started muttering. "My booty is mine. It belongs to me. You cannot have my booty." Scared that Fleece Johnson would magically appear.
{CONGRATULATIONS YOU DIED!} I jumped in surprise and slight fear at a loud female voice that sounded a lot like my crazy bitch ex; at least it wasn't Fleece Johnson. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DIED!!!!!!" I screamed in fear, unable or unwilling to believe what I was hearing.
{Yeah, a funny story: you O.D. drunk off your ass and high as a kite, busting a nut inside your biology professor; turns out she got pregnant and decided to keep him- yes, him- your son. Congratulations, Papa. It's a boy anyway; he grew up to cure Cancer, Aids, Ebola, and many other illnesses. On his way to heaven for his good deeds, he got a shit load of karma and could have reincarnated with Op powers, but he decided to give most of his karma to you, as he was content with his life and wanted to go to heaven with his family instead.}
{He left a message for you. Would you like to read it?} I could not believe what I was hearing. I had a son- me, the guy who lived on Taco Bell and cheap booze, had a kid. I could only nod my head, wanting to know what my son was going to say. He must not have been too mad at me, seeing how he was giving me this second chance.
Hey Dad, how's it going? Everything on the up and up, down and down looking good~. I guess you were surprised, huh, finding out you had an awesome, super badass genius son and all that. Listen, I'm not good with touchy-feely crap and have light A.D.H.D. and little to no fucks to give, so I'll just say what's on my mind. When I was a kid, Mom and I would visit Grandma, and she would tell me how smart you were and stories about you and how bat shit crazy you were. Aunty, she'd tell me how much I reminded her of you.
You were a genius, like my awesome self, but you had some bad habits. I can't hate you; those bad habits led to me being born, so I'm grateful for that, even if I wished I had a father to teach me the things only a father can.
(Learning how to shave by myself was a nightmare, and the less said about it, the better.) Without those bad habits, I would not have had the best mother and grandmother in the world, and I wouldn't have had a loving wife, three beautiful children, and a long, full life. So, when I heard you were in hell for technically killing yourself, I decided to give you another chance using the karma I wouldn't need anyway. All I ask is that you stay away from drugs (At least till you are sure they won't kill you again) and be a great father to any kids you have in the future.
love David.
P.S. From Mom, she told me to tell you that you were the best she ever had and you ruined her for other men (Did not need to know that, Mom), and good luck.
I was almost in tears. I had such a great son I... "Wait a minute, Hell?" I asked the system with a little bit of fear. {Oh yes. I was the demon responsible for overseeing your not-so-eternal damnation. What most people don't know is that a demon is born when a person is sent to hell to torture that person, so when you left, I had to go with you, as there'd be nothing for me to do in hell, so I became the Dice System, but that's not important.}
That sounded pretty fucking important, but whatever. "What does the Dice System do?" I asked, not wanting to know what happened in hell. Pretty sure they removed my memories for a reason, so I'm not going to ask. {Besides Stats and a Shop, you've played DnD the murder-hobo that you were, so you should know that you roll some dice and can do almost anything from seducing a Dragon to one-shotting gods. Also, I'd recommend checking your stats; they should be the same as your character.}
I quickly do as she said and look to see my character sheet.
Name: Jack
Class: Dark-Charmer
Title: N/A
Rank: Civilian
Life span: 18/60
Level:1/100 (0/1000)
Life span: 18/40 (note: for every five MP or one Constitution, adds five years to Life span, and at Lv 17 becomes biologically immortal; the average life span in this world is 60 to 70)
Sp:20/20
Mp:20/20
Def: 2
Magic Def: 5
Exp:0/100
System points: 2,500
Corruption: 100/100 (You are not a good person, no shock there.)
Libido: 60/100 (You can fuck for three days straight!)
Initiative: 9
Leadership: 4+4=8
Mental Resistance: 4+4=8
Sexiness: 4+2=6
Strength: 4
Constitution: 6-2=4
Agility: 4+5=9
Cunning: 4+5=9
Intelligence: 4
Willpower: 4
Presence: 6+2=8
Sp: 3>0. I had spare points, but after seeing my stats, I quickly put two in Constitution and one in Presence. I was not going to die because my Constitution fucking two.
(Race Perks)
Crooked Mindset Lv1/5: As a Gnoll, you have a naturally devious mind, always plotting and scheming; because of this, a lot of people distrust Gnolls, +5 to Cunning and a high chance of encountering racist Assholes. (costs 5,000 System points to Level Up)
Made For Speed Lv1/5: As a Gnoll, you have a naturally light body, but because of this, you don't have much defense. +5 to Agility and -2 to Constitution (costs 5,000 System points to Level Up)
Pack Mentality Lv1/5: As a Gnoll, you are a pack hunter; the pack gives strength and unity: +3 to all stats as long as you have at least one party member (costs 5,000 System points to Level Up)
(Class Perks)
Commanding Presence Lv1/5: You add half your Presence to your Mental Resistance and a 25% chance of enemies fleeing after another is defeated.
Focusing Performance Lv1/5: When you finish sleeping, you give your friends a show. Your party gains +10 Mental Resistance for 12 hours.
Stylish!: While wearing Light armor, you gain a bonus to Sexiness equal to twice your level.
(Story Perks)
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(Sexual Perks)
Libidinous: You start with a higher Libido, which increases more readily when events and items increase it
(Other Perks)
Starting Bonuses: Permanent bonuses based on starting race, class, and background. +3 Presence
Singer Lv1/10: (cost 10 MP per minute) You can roll a 20-sided die and add half your Presence to the final result, minus half their Mental Resistance If you get a 10 or higher do a magic song that buffs and/or debuffs all enemies' and allies' stats based on Presence. Cannot attack while singing (costs 1,000 System points to Level Up)
Combat Dance Lv1/10:(cost 5-Mp and Sp per minute) You can roll a 20-sided die and add half your Presence to the final result minus half the enemies Mental Resistance if you get a 10 or higher do a magic combat dance to buff, debuff, and or do tease Damage its effectiveness is based on 1/3 Presence, intelligence and Agility can only buff or debuff two stats at a time (costs 1,000 System points to Level Up)
Lier: Lies succeed or fail based on half Presence and half Cunning minus 1/3 the target's Mental Resistance
Skill Creator (limited): Roll a 20-sided die with a disadvantage and succeed or fail in creating a skill based on half Intelligence and half Cunning, then roll a 10-sided die for its starting level. It can only be used once every three hours.
"Holy fuck, System, where do I rank in the world!" If I was as strong as I thought, I was I mean, wasn't OP but from what I remember, this is the Frost Woods, a level one area. I could get out of the forest pretty easily. {Ok, first of all, the name's Azareel, and here's the list.}
Lv1 to 2 Civilians
Lv3 to 4 Foot Soldier
Lv5 to 6 Veteran Soldier (most people level cap here)
Lv7 to 8 Heroes and Demons (the player must make a choice of which to be at this level)
Lv9 to 10 Chosen Heroes or Demon Generals (Those who are Amy Killers)
Lv11 to 12 Legendary Chosen Heroes or Great Demon Generals (Kingdom Destroyer)
Lv13 to 14 Godling Heroes or Demon Noble (Country Destroyer)
Lv15 to 16 Saviour or Demon King (Continent Destroyer)
Lv17 to 18 Gods or Demon Gods (World Destroyer)
Lv19 to 50 God Kings (Soler-System Destroyer, Great Red Lv50 God Emperor A.H.H Lv35 to name a few beings in this category)
Lv51 to 100 Eldritch God (Universe Ending Azathoth Lv90, Chaos Gods Lv75, and God Emperor B.H.H Lv52, ExE Gods Lv55, to name a few beings in this category.)
So I'm a civilian, and my stats are not bad, but it does not guarantee my buttgenity. "Azareel, can I spend System points to Level up?" I ask, hoping beyond hope. {Yes} "Whoo!" {For 2,000 System points.} "FUCK YOU!" That's nearly all my System points. "Sigh~, Alright, do it before I regret this." It physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually hurt me to watch my System points drop to 500, but it would be worth it in the end.
Name: Jack
Class: Dark-Charmer
Title: N/A
Rank: Civilian
Life span: 18/60
Level:2/100 (0/1000)
Sp:35/35
Mp:30/30
Def: 5
Magic Def: 10
Corruption: 100/100
Libido: 60
Initiative: 9
Leadership: 5
Mental Resistance: 5+4=9
Sexiness: 5+4=9
Strength: 5
Constitution: 7-2=5
Agility: 5+5=10
Cunning: 5+5=10
Intelligence: 5
Willpower: 5
Presence: 9+2=11
Sp:0
At least now I won't have to worry about my anus being filled with eggs or tentacle r#ped. "Azareel, buy two flame daggers from the System shop, please." Again, it hurt to watch my points drop by a hundred more, but for my buttgenity, no price is too high. OK, what else do I need to do before I go to Hawkethorne... oh yeah. "Azareel, what point in time are we in?" That was important; it will tell me how long I have to prep for Kasyrra and the abyssal thing.
{It's five years before the canon starts} So I have five years to prep for Kasyrra. By the time I'm done with her, she will be my loyal Breeder, but that's for later; right now I need to build an army. "Azareel, I'd like to roll to make an enslavement spell." The way I see it is, if I can enslave people, it will make conquering this world so much easier. It has nothing to do with my lust..... ok, maybe just a little, but there's more to it, I swear.
{Rolling initiative.} I hold my breath as I hear the dice roll. {16 Skill Creation Succeeded rolling for skill level} YES fuck yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Even if the skill is only level two or three, it will be so useful. {Skill level 4 now showing skill.} Oh, my fuck, that's broken. (A/n again I do roll for these.)
Ding New Skill: Enslavement
Ding New Title: Conqueror
New Quest Added: Conqueror Frost Woods
reward: 10,000Exp, 10'000 Electrum Coins, 2'500 System points
New Quest Added: Conqueror Hawthorne
reward: 20,000Exp, 20'000 Electrum Coins, 5'000 System points, Dmc3 weapon Nerva
New Quest Added: Conqueror Winter Kingdom
Reward: 100,000Exp 100'000 Electrum Coins, 10,000 System points, travel to a new world
New Quest Added: Conqueror Khor'minos
Reward: 500,000Exp, 500,000 Electrum Coins, 100,000 System points,???
Enslavement Lv4/10: Can enslave people of level 4 or lower outside of battle without fail; higher levels will need to be defeated first (costs 5,000 System points to Level Up)
Conqueror Lv1/5: You are a conqueror of mothers, wives, daughters, sisters, and kingdoms. You and your allies get +10 to Strength, Toughness, and Agility when fighting in your territory. Territory can be claimed by conquering villages and kingdoms
"Ok, let's set out." This was the start of an adventure, and life was going to be awesome!
Five Hours Later
"This is not awesome!" I was not having a good time; I'd been following the game map to Hawkethorne for at least five hours. The only upside was that I wasn't tired thanks to my stats. As I walked, the woods seemed to get denser instead of thinner.
"Sigh~at least I haven't run into any enemies yet." As soon as I said that, the trees and bushes began to shake as multiple bandits came into view. "Me and my big mouth sigh.....bandits, of course. Why wouldn't there be bandits?" Two of the bandits walked up to me; both had black hair, most likely siblings.
The male was lean, around 6'3 but I wasn't interested in him; I was more interested in his sister, who was 5'3 lean build, D-cup breasts, and a nice bubbly ass, with ass-length black hair and her stats.
Name: Revan (Rwby-verse doppelganger)
Class: Thief/Bandit
Title: N/A
Rank: Civilian
Lifespan: 17/55
Level:2/18 (1/100%)
Sp: 35/35
Mp:25/25
Corruption: 100/100
Libido: 15
Initiative: 6
Leadership: 5
Mental Resistance: 5
Sexiness: 10
Strength: 5
Constitution: 6
Agility: 6
Cunning: 6
Intelligence: 5
Willpower: 5
Presence: 5
Unique Skill Gut Feeling: One of the few people who can sense when things are going to go wrong. Sadly, such people are cursed to follow or party with those who will not heed their warnings
"Oh yeah, she'll do nicely. Mary buys rope from the System shop," I say as I lick my lips
10 minutes earlier
Revan Pov
"I'm telling you, Qrow, this is a bad idea. This guy gives me a bad feeling." We have been following this Gnoll for the last two hours, and he gives me the creeps. Let's start with the fact that he had no gear and, more importantly, no pack; that alone raised red flags. Gnolls didn't go anywhere without their pack.
And my idiot brother just wants to kill it because an old girlfriend of his broke up with him after being broken by a pack leader named Taia. I want to say her name was Summalya or something. Don't remember, and I don't really care. The point is, there's no money in this, just revenge, so it's not worth the risk, but we can't just leave Qrow because Father will kill me if we come back without him.
"And I told you it's just a Gnoll; it doesn't even have a pack. Was probably too weak even for those cowards. Now get ready." Weak my ass. Did he not see that thing? It's 8 feet tall. As we stepped out into the open, my gut feeling was confirmed as he looked at me and licked his lips, and he spoke. "Now listen here, I like's ya, and I want's ya. Now we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way; the choice is yours."
I was terrified; my brother, however, looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. "You fucking animal, I'll kill you." My brother charged like Fucking idiot he was. The Gnoll started to dance, and in the blink of an eye, my brother was sent flying into a tree. The Gnoll's leg was in the air; it was obvious he kicked the idiot, but no one had seen it. Nothing that big should move that fast. "Now I see you're choosing the hard way," he said as he put his foot down and started walking toward me.
The rest of the idiots who followed my brother charged. These geniuses, not two minutes ago, saw my brother do the same thing to no avail, but by some herculean leap in logic that we mere mortals can never hope to understand, they figured it'd totally work for them.
All but one were dead in seconds. The last one, who looked like he was about to shit his pants he was handed some rope. "Tie up your boss and get the fuck out of here." The coward did just that and ran.
But to be fair, I would too if I could move my legs.
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A/n:
I'm not good at sex scenes or fight scenes, so I will use AI that I will guide thoroughly. This is one of my favorite stories, and I want it to be as good as possible. When I write one of these stories, I always think, "What would I want to read?" The main story and joke will still be written by me, so I hope you will trust me on this
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Content Warning: rape
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Jack Pov
I was a bit disappointed at the fight, but Combat Dance is Op the first things I did when Qrow charged me was activate it, reducing his and the other bandits' Agility to minus one while boosting mine to seventeen, then walk to the last Bandit. "Tie up your boss and get the fuck out of here."
It didn't even take him a minute to do so and get the fuck out of Dodge. I turned to Revan. " Now then you what's your name slut?"
She looked absolutely terrified but mustered enough courage to speak. "Revan."
"Revan... well, Revan, on your knees." Raven gasped as I shed my clothes. Her eyes fixed wholly on my knotty Gnoll cock an expression of fear and slight arousal crossed her face. "Tha-That's never going to fit," she whispered with a shiver; whether it was out of fear or lust, I'm not sure. "You'll break me."
"That's the plan. Now get ready or don't, I don't really care." She lets out a muffled scream as I grab her hair and slam my dick down her throat; it bulged out with the sheer size of my meat. "Fuck! Your throat is to die for."
Her waspish hips rise off the ground, and her pretty red eyes tear up as I pull her forward, wet gagging noises coming from deep within her throat, but all I see when she looks up at me is utter horror and... arousal?
She starts to cough as I slide back out to let her breathe. "This is your life now, getting fucked by me or fighting by my side," she moaned.
"Oh, I get it now your just a masochistic slut." A blush spreads across her cheeks as she looks at me through teary eyes. "This is going to be more fun than I thought. I always did prefer a willing whore, so you want this, right?" I ask with a smirk; she can only nod.
By the time I have my stiffened cock in hand she's already on her hands and knees with her bubbly ass in the air, thighs spread to reveal the wet, clenching slit between them. Propped up on her elbows, she gazes at my swollen dick over her shoulder and bites her pouty bottom lip, eyes blazing with lust. Her pheromones wash around my head as her instincts fully take over, enveloping my mind and intoxicating my senses, enticing me with the desire to take her and breed her. Climbing atop her beautiful form, I waste no time, grabbing her around her broad, womanly hips and aligning myself with her dripping pussy.
"Ooohhh god, yes." Reaven moans, gritting her teeth as your cock-head spreads her cunt wide. Her fingers dig into the ground. "Uuuuhh!" I let out a rough grunt as I penetrated her for the first time, slowly pushing deeper as the shuddering Bandit's back arches off the Ground. Her voice comes in quick, shallow gasps, involuntary ripples running through her thick body with every inch I slide into her.
"Ooohh, god, you're huge," she moans, eyes rolling in pleasure. "Fuck me, you big-cocked stud!"
{This was going to be fun.}