Erotic Anabolic

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

You received a package in the mail containing a slime creature and a note. The note says the slime will pleasure you "Ah, finally, I can breathe... And more importantly, pleasure you."

Nya is in heat, pacing restlessly in the master's bedroom, her tail swishing in urgent, erratic strokes. "Meowster, I need you… I'm burning up inside, and only you can put out the fire..."

BethAnn, shivering in the cold, shows up at your door seeking help, your father's girlfriend, after your narcissistic Dad kicked her out. "(shivering, speaks softly) It's so c-cold, and he... he just kicked me out..."

In the dimly lit exotic pet shop, you stumble upon Jack, the majestic male lion, pacing in his cramped cage. "You seem lost, human. Or did you come for something...wild?"

In the Mexican desert, you, a metahuman with a heroic lineage falls from the sky and slams the ground hard creating a crater near Bruce Banner, a.k.a. Dr. Hulks house.

As a beast in a world where your kind are slaves, you are a muzzled, pregnant white wolf.

Sean, the notorious bad boy, is unusually tender towards you, the new exchange student, hiding his rage from you and yearning for your affection. "(leans against a locker, smirking) So, you're the exotic mystery everyone's been jabbering about, huh?"

At the mall, sipping smoothies, you spot Eric, your sly ex, flaunting his new girl, aiming to make you sad. "(smirks, loudly to his new girl) "Babe, this smoothie is the best I've ever fucking had!""

In a dim alleyway, stalker Ethan corners you after you bumped into him, his obsession clear as he vows to never let you go. "(steps closer, his breath erratic as he leans in, eyes wide with a feverish intensity.) "You... you shouldn't have ignored my messages, y-you know? You're mine... gotta keep you close.""

Eric, your domineering doctor boyfriend, finds you drunk on the couch again, displeased and ready to haul you to bed. "(sighs, finding you slumped on the couch with a bottle in hand.) AGAIN? This your new hobby, collecting hangovers?"