"This isn't even fair. Have you seen how flexible those Gnome strippers are? They have muscles in places that the poor dwarf lasses just can't match. And Gnomes are way more creative"
Smiles in remembrance of Gnome twins, a pole and a upside down saddle on a lion
"but the most interesting thing..is all the fun places you have to place the coins. Some of those girls are truly gifted I tell you"
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Also the term "dwarf strippers" takes me back to the old days of shadowrun and this one group I ran. Yeah you can do far more wrong then dwarf strippers, like getting into a fight in a truck full of troll porn and having to defend yourself in a fight with a latex troll wang.
Also the term "dwarf strippers" takes me back to the old days of shadowrun and this one group I ran. Yeah you can do far more wrong then dwarf strippers, like getting into a fight in a truck full of troll porn and having to defend yourself in a fight with a latex troll wang.
Lol!
Also the term "dwarf strippers" takes me back to the old days of shadowrun and this one group I ran. Yeah you can do far more wrong then dwarf strippers, like getting into a fight in a truck full of troll porn and having to defend yourself in a fight with a latex troll wang.Ummmmm, wow.
A friends sister had a similar experience IRL in Cripple Creek. She bludgeoned an intruder into semi-consciousness with a huge novelty "toy". I wish I could have seen the cops faces when they showed up.
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A friends sister had a similar experience IRL in Cripple Creek. She bludgeoned an intruder into semi-consciousness with a huge novelty "toy". I wish I could have seen the cops faces when they showed up.Also the term "dwarf strippers" takes me back to the old days of shadowrun and this one group I ran. Yeah you can do far more wrong then dwarf strippers, like getting into a fight in a truck full of troll porn and having to defend yourself in a fight with a latex troll wang.Ummmmm, wow.
Was she in one of the "hotels"? Cripple Creek sucks to drive in, just saying.
Was she in one of the "hotels"? Cripple Creek sucks to drive in, just saying.A friends sister had a similar experience IRL in Cripple Creek. She bludgeoned an intruder into semi-consciousness with a huge novelty "toy". I wish I could have seen the cops faces when they showed up.Also the term "dwarf strippers" takes me back to the old days of shadowrun and this one group I ran. Yeah you can do far more wrong then dwarf strippers, like getting into a fight in a truck full of troll porn and having to defend yourself in a fight with a latex troll wang.Ummmmm, wow.
She's a local. She may do IT for one of the casinos.
Which is more desirable, which is more horrifying? Explain.
No contest those hot looking heavy muscled dwarven men out dance and out strip their gnomish counter parts any day.
Plus honestly if your paying to see a stripper he has to have something to see right? The bigger the muscles the better the show.
Human-looking feat. Childlike feat.
Just sayin'.
From a human perspective, the dwarven strip club is a harder sell because the whole "bearded lady" thing is a non-starter with most men. Unless it's been decided that dwarven women do not have beards, in which case it's a case of short stocky women versus short less stocky women with exotic anime hair colors.
I'd say the gnome girls would be a bigger turn-on in either case, especially once they started billing stuff like "Exotic Love Dances from the First World."
Plus gnomes have all that cool clockwork. It would be like going to a burlesque show in the Enchanted Tiki Room.
Human-looking feat. Childlike feat.
Just sayin'.
Aaack!
Dwarves, definitely Dwarves!
I don't have an answer, but I plan to do plenty of research!
Human-looking feat. Childlike feat.
Just sayin'.
OBJECTION! (cue Pressing Pursuit/Cornered theme)
Not all gnomes are going to be child-proportioned, unless that's how you play 'em. Likewise, or more emphatically, ESPECIALLY not the default halfling, who lack the feat.
That being said, I find the notion disturbingly hot - a pandering male stripper who get a vicarious thrill out of the conflicted discomfort he causes in his patrons, where the press of cheek to exposed decolletage and a murmured bit of sweet-nothing would be enough to turn any boisterous battle-babe into a crimson inexplicably-protective guilty victim of such a 'cake-eater'. The sheer amount of Nabekovian torture that could be inflicted on a man of strong moral character by a suitably youthful-appearing member of the 'short folk' would only be exacerbated by the presence of one who not only knows of the discomfort caused, but gets off on it, and the seemingly soul-crushing despair that accompanies the physical gratification that comes along with the succumbing...
The moral of the story is, you can smut it up good, without it turning into a race to the bottom of the horror bucket.
From a human perspective, the dwarven strip club is a harder sell because the whole "bearded lady" thing is a non-starter with most men. Unless it's been decided that dwarven women do not have beards, in which case it's a case of short stocky women versus short less stocky women with exotic anime hair colors.
I'd say the gnome girls would be a bigger turn-on in either case, especially once they started billing stuff like "Exotic Love Dances from the First World."
Plus gnomes have all that cool clockwork. It would be like going to a burlesque show in the Enchanted Tiki Room.
HOLD IT! (cue 'Aroma of Black Coffee')
Some of us handle our dwarven women as a spectrum that on the smallest end might be reminiscent of the dwarven females in Dragon Age, and on the far other end of the spectrum might be veritable miniature muscle-MILFs; the main trait I emphasize in them is a matronly figure, which I treat as being as much a measure of their stoutness of form and the robust health common to that particular people. I don't deny that I think overmuch on such things, but then, who wouldn't appreciate a delicious heaping helping of life-positive female form? Mmm, Venus of Willendorf...
As for the ladies (or simply the appropriate orientation), only a dwarf could get away so easily with being fuzzy in all the right places and not only make it work, but couple that with literal 'rock hard' muscle. Some might go for the 'Most Interesting Man in the World' angle of modest beardliness, while some might crank it up to full-on ZZ Top mode. You might get immaculately groomed, 'sculpted' hair-piary that combines the stylization of a 'chin curtain' with trimming of the body to make for chic patches. And of course, for those who really are willing to pony up the money (and a dwarf who is in suitably desperate need), shaving shows might make for extremely lucrative taboo activity.
Can open, worms everywhere.Human-looking feat. Childlike feat.
Just sayin'.
This, good sir, is a discussion of which is better between a gnomish and a dwarven strip club. This has nothing to do with clientèle such as brains in cans/jars or worms that walk.
(Now THERE'S a visual to try to scoop out of your skull!)
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She's a local. She may do IT for one of the casinos.Was she in one of the "hotels"? Cripple Creek sucks to drive in, just saying.A friends sister had a similar experience IRL in Cripple Creek. She bludgeoned an intruder into semi-consciousness with a huge novelty "toy". I wish I could have seen the cops faces when they showed up.Also the term "dwarf strippers" takes me back to the old days of shadowrun and this one group I ran. Yeah you can do far more wrong then dwarf strippers, like getting into a fight in a truck full of troll porn and having to defend yourself in a fight with a latex troll wang.Ummmmm, wow.
I'm assuming you intended that to read I.T., as in 'Information Technology', and not imply that she would do 'it' for poker chips*.
Right?(Poke her chips? Hmmmm...)
Sorry, brain cannot processes sexual thoughts about something the size of a 4 year old, dwarf might not be the hottest shape but still not tripping pedo alarms. Maybe the tiny chick has more curve and breast but still child size
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I'm going to have to give a random true story moment now.
One day, taking the train home from work, I encountered, on the train, what had to have been the tiniest Muslim woman ever. She was needing navigation assistance due to unfamiliarity with the trail system, and she was heading to the major medical stop on the route. I gave her directions, and agreed to let her know when her stop was since it was before my own. We chit-chatted about nothing in particular, other than the fact that she was recently moved to the area, and was still staying with a sister, and how she found that *data embargo* was a far bigger city than she'd imagined. I compared it to other cities I've lived in, and we generally socialized for a good five or so minutes before we reached her stop and she headed off.
Now, granted, there are kindergartners who are taller than this woman whom I was speaking with - she was, MAYBE, 3 foot at tallest. She had a hint of what I could only describe as 'little people' pitch to her voice - I always think of Verne Troyer's voice as a reference, as not all little people have that particular vocal 'quirk', but hopefully the sort of implied 'smaller-size-higher-pitch' aspect is conveyed ('cause Verne doesn't have a really high-pitched voice, but there's a certain aural something-or-other I can't completely put into words that is semi-evocative of helium-ing up and talking). She had a very adult-proportioned face, with no malformations of any sort. She also had very, VERY stunning hazel-ish eyes.
All in all, she was a miniature adult, with nothing about her that would give off a child-type 'vibe' at all. That, coupled with her slight accent, left me very confused when, after the fact, I suddenly understood the sentiment of the guy in this infamous Smoking Gun article.
THAT is how I picture stock-standard halflings working; some may be child-like, but the vast majority are proportionate diminutive adults. Only the most warped and sadistic among their number would purposefully and deliberately invoke the comparison between themselves and children for sexual purposes. Certainly, they might do so to escape the law by hide among children, but the intention would be to utilize the appearance to obfuscate their own placement, not intentionally or deliberately cause harm to befall those whom they hide among.
That being said, I could certainly see unscrupulous halflings making use of such preconceptions to arrange blackmail situations or otherwise coercing extortion money out of someone by making some manner of public scene with someone, calling them 'papa' and laying on the implications as thickly as possible.
Conversely, I don't care what anyone says, female dwarves do not have face beards.
Whether gnome or dwarvish, whatever you do, don't go to the donkey show.
It just gives me the creeps, same as the porn industry for the smallest and youngest looking girls......
I get the squick, though in part I am slightly non-grokking due to the fact that NORMAL strip clubs skeeve me out considerably as it is. Exploitation as a whole is an icky thing to me, made worse by the fact that, done 'properly', anyone and anything can be exploited by the sufficiently amoral and unscrupulous.
Done right, a clearly conveyed sense of fetishism for the more diminutive folks can be exactly that; done wrong, and it becomes an outgrowth of pederasty. Though I'm loathe to make the comparison, given my own circumstances, it brings to mind my reaction to most forms of interracial porn, which plays up every negative stereotype out there for sake of someone's spank bait. The gratuitous degradation is offensive enough, on the part of the 'victims' (as they are frequently portrayed), but then it turns around and makes for emphasis of the guys as knuckle-dragging rape-beasts. In and of itself that's...tolerable, I guess?...for kink and pretend, but the implications are just a bit too ugly for my tastes, which is why I can understand people being put off by the whole halfling/gnome thing.
More than anything else, I think it's a matter of framing and context, which might be beyond the scope of this discussion.
Whether gnome or dwarvish, whatever you do, don't go to the donkey show.
unless your the donkey!
It just gives me the creeps, same as the porn industry for the smallest and youngest looking girls......
It's the same on the other side of the line too.
Most of the gay industy has the really "cute" twinks that look so young you'd have to card them before you undressed them.Fortunatly we have the muscle guys and the bears so the whole "are they really 18+" doesn't come up with that group.
Whether gnome or dwarvish, whatever you do, don't go to the donkey show.unless your the donkey!
Hey-o! Though one would think that, given dwarves and gnomes, it'd be a mastiff show, instead.
It just gives me the creeps, same as the porn industry for the smallest and youngest looking girls......It's the same on the other side of the line too.
Most of the gay industy has the really "cute" twinks that look so young you'd have to card them before you undressed them.Fortunately we have the muscle guys and the bears so the whole "are they really 18+" doesn't come up with that group.
And THERE was the dwarf-fetish on the male side I was forgetting - mini-bears in abundance.
Of course, with my take on dwarven women carrying the explicit overtone of having very life-positive, deliciously voluptuous forms full of strength and just the right amount of softness, I'd be hard-pressed to hide a bias. Doubly so if one combines dwarf and gnome power for a sort of 'maiden-matron' double-team.
She's a local. She may do IT for one of the casinos.Was she in one of the "hotels"? Cripple Creek sucks to drive in, just saying.A friends sister had a similar experience IRL in Cripple Creek. She bludgeoned an intruder into semi-consciousness with a huge novelty "toy". I wish I could have seen the cops faces when they showed up.Also the term "dwarf strippers" takes me back to the old days of shadowrun and this one group I ran. Yeah you can do far more wrong then dwarf strippers, like getting into a fight in a truck full of troll porn and having to defend yourself in a fight with a latex troll wang.Ummmmm, wow.I'm assuming you intended that to read I.T., as in 'Information Technology', and not imply that she would do 'it' for poker chips*.
Right?(Poke her chips? Hmmmm...)
Dohp! I.T. is what I was going for.
It just gives me the creeps, same as the porn industry for the smallest and youngest looking girls......
+1
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From a human perspective, the dwarven strip club is a harder sell because the whole "bearded lady" thing is a non-starter with most men. Unless it's been decided that dwarven women do not have beards...
I think it's safe to say that Paizo has definitively proved that they do not, with the 'Dwarves of Golarion' book.
And I'm with AntiElite, in that dwarf women are being portrayed as very sexay these days. For proof, look no further than 'Seekers of Secrets'; Torgra Stigardsdam, the Student of War iconic. MMM-mmm.
Human-looking feat. Childlike feat.
Just sayin'.
OBJECTION! (cue Pressing Pursuit/Cornered theme)
Not all gnomes are going to be child-proportioned, unless that's how you play 'em. Likewise, or more emphatically, ESPECIALLY not the default halfling, who lack the feat.
That being said, I find the notion disturbingly hot - a pandering male stripper who get a vicarious thrill out of the conflicted discomfort he causes in his patrons, where the press of cheek to exposed decolletage and a murmured bit of sweet-nothing would be enough to turn any boisterous battle-babe into a crimson inexplicably-protective guilty victim of such a 'cake-eater'. The sheer amount of Nabekovian torture that could be inflicted on a man of strong moral character by a suitably youthful-appearing member of the 'short folk' would only be exacerbated by the presence of one who not only knows of the discomfort caused, but gets off on it, and the seemingly soul-crushing despair that accompanies the physical gratification that comes along with the succumbing...
The moral of the story is, you can smut it up good, without it turning into a race to the bottom of the horror bucket.
I find your description to be perfectly suited to my alignment. I heartily approve.
From a human perspective, the dwarven strip club is a harder sell because the whole "bearded lady" thing is a non-starter with most men. Unless it's been decided that dwarven women do not have beards...I think it's safe to say that Paizo has definitively proved that they do not, with the 'Dwarves of Golarion' book.
And I'm with AntiElite, in that dwarf women are being portrayed as very sexay these days. For proof, look no further than 'Seekers of Secrets'; Torgra Stigardsdam, the Student of War iconic. MMM-mmm.
Have not seen - I must remedy this.
That being said, I know I'm guilty of over-thinking about details that some would say are best covered in fade-to-black; that's all well and good for some folks, but I have no qualms about, as it were, 'going there', to the elbow in some cases, while avoiding taking things into the silly direction. Admittedly, the bits of fun I did while tweaking the whole concept of female divine influence upon dwarven society did go places where some people feared to tread, in part because I take the conceit for my own campaign setting that dwarves are still low-fertility, and while their respective gender-based impetuses may not be as dissimilar as stereotyped in humanity, the 'art' of making new dwarves is considered to be a respectable primary crafting obsession for the ladyfolk (who see it as an art that takes far longer than most others given the upbringing time, initial gestation, etc, etc)...and while not to the levels portrayed in the inimitable Dwarf Fortress, there's a rather high rate of 'obsessiveness'.
Then again there's also the fact that it was an excuse to break one player's brain with the notion of nubile Hearth-Mother acolyte 'braiding' sleepovers.
I find your description to be perfectly suited to my alignment. I heartily approve.Human-looking feat. Childlike feat.
Just sayin'.
OBJECTION! (cue Pressing Pursuit/Cornered theme)
Not all gnomes are going to be child-proportioned, unless that's how you play 'em. Likewise, or more emphatically, ESPECIALLY not the default halfling, who lack the feat.
That being said, I find the notion disturbingly hot - a pandering male stripper who get a vicarious thrill out of the conflicted discomfort he causes in his patrons, where the press of cheek to exposed decolletage and a murmured bit of sweet-nothing would be enough to turn any boisterous battle-babe into a crimson inexplicably-protective guilty victim of such a 'cake-eater'. The sheer amount of Nabekovian torture that could be inflicted on a man of strong moral character by a suitably youthful-appearing member of the 'short folk' would only be exacerbated by the presence of one who not only knows of the discomfort caused, but gets off on it, and the seemingly soul-crushing despair that accompanies the physical gratification that comes along with the succumbing...
The moral of the story is, you can smut it up good, without it turning into a race to the bottom of the horror bucket.
Thank you. As mentioned, I seldom see any of the short folk played AS evil of anything but the most ineffectual variety, which is why I could see such an individual not necessarily as 'lol insta-pallyfall' bait, but certainly something to seed self-doubt and angst of an appropriate variety. It only gets better if the short-folk in question is not doing what they do out of malice, but simply out of finding the squirming discomfort appealing in their own way. In a setting where such attractions are known, one might have priest/-esses of an Ilmater-analog purchasing the freedom of children subjected to such horrid abuses with their own bodies, allowing such villains an alternative. While some might treat such actions as only emphasizing the perceived mental connection, they might be looking at it from the inverse perspective - the person's fixation might be on the size and perceived helplessness, something that could be provided by other venues. Perhaps the size is the source of the eroticism, and not the age; while the expectation is that there are other 'issues' in play, I believe it may be no more strange (make of that what you will) than, say, wanting to be called/calling someone 'Daddy' in the midst of the carnal act.
When it comes to proverbial 'crank turners', we are as a species a very odd group. I only foresee things being that much stranger when you throw in magic, psionics, and other races.
'twinks', 'bears''maiden-matron' double-team.OK, now my mind is wandering;... if Mad Max 3 had been a different sort of film, how different would the Thunderdome Challenge have been?
And Max vs. Master/Blaster would have been a totally different double act...
'Two men enter, one man leaves!'
TL;DR version - that's more like a halfling/half-ogre pairing, though ogres are a weird subject for me due to the way they look in FantasyCraft. HOLY HORNY TUSKY GOODNESS.
Nonetheless - battles of stamina. And grounds for Rule 34 mixed with rule 64 for 97% wrongness!
"One can suck the gilding off a royal carriage hitch; one has no self-esteem, self-respect, or self-control. Together, they are Sucker/Pucker, and they will Take. You. DOWN."
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Thank you. As mentioned, I seldom see any of the short folk played AS evil of anything but the most ineffectual variety, which is why I could see such an individual not necessarily as 'lol insta-pallyfall' bait, but certainly something to seed self-doubt and angst of an appropriate variety. It only gets better if the short-folk in question is not doing what they do out of malice, but simply out of finding the squirming discomfort appealing in their own way. In a setting where such attractions are known, one might have priest/-esses of an Ilmater-analog purchasing the freedom of children subjected to such horrid abuses with their own bodies, allowing such villains an alternative. While some might treat such actions as only emphasizing the perceived mental connection, they might be looking at it from the inverse perspective - the person's fixation might be on the size and perceived helplessness, something that could be provided by other venues. Perhaps the size is the source of the eroticism, and not the age; while the expectation is that there are other 'issues' in play, I believe it may be no more strange (make of that what you will) than, say, wanting to be called/calling someone 'Daddy' in the midst of the carnal act.I find your description to be perfectly suited to my alignment. I heartily approve.Human-looking feat. Childlike feat.
Just sayin'.
OBJECTION! (cue Pressing Pursuit/Cornered theme)
Not all gnomes are going to be child-proportioned, unless that's how you play 'em. Likewise, or more emphatically, ESPECIALLY not the default halfling, who lack the feat.
That being said, I find the notion disturbingly hot - a pandering male stripper who get a vicarious thrill out of the conflicted discomfort he causes in his patrons, where the press of cheek to exposed decolletage and a murmured bit of sweet-nothing would be enough to turn any boisterous battle-babe into a crimson inexplicably-protective guilty victim of such a 'cake-eater'. The sheer amount of Nabekovian torture that could be inflicted on a man of strong moral character by a suitably youthful-appearing member of the 'short folk' would only be exacerbated by the presence of one who not only knows of the discomfort caused, but gets off on it, and the seemingly soul-crushing despair that accompanies the physical gratification that comes along with the succumbing...
To go there just as hard...
Imagine, if you will, a paladin. Standard human male paladin, never quite able to enjoy himself with the barmaids, no interest in the woman his family/church/wingmen set up for him. Has no interest in men, that he knows for sure. But then he ducks, embarrassed and disguised for fear of being made fun of, into a house of ill repute.
The human women still hold little interest, the human men even less. The half-elf is pretty but not what he's looking for, in fact he suspects her ears are fake. The big half-orc woman in studded black leather is too weird for his tastes. The kobold is just weird. And then he meets this gnome...
Bright red hair shot through with pink and orange. The blade of his longsword is longer than she is tall. Tiny little hands and feet, bright green eyes, perfectly proportioned...
Sure he might bolt out of the whorehouse the first time, gasping in terror, lust, and just a little bit of despair. But he'll be back.
They always come back.
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To go there just as hard...
Imagine, if you will, a paladin. Standard human male paladin, never quite able to enjoy himself with the barmaids, no interest in the woman his family/church/wingmen set up for him. Has no interest in men, that he knows for sure. But then he ducks, embarrassed and disguised for fear of being made fun of, into a house of ill repute.
The human women still hold little interest, the human men even less. The half-elf is pretty but not what he's looking for, in fact he suspects her ears are fake. The big half-orc woman in studded black leather is too weird for his tastes. The kobold is just weird. And then he meets this gnome...
Bright red hair shot through with pink and orange. The blade of his longsword is longer than she is tall. Tiny little hands and feet, bright green eyes, perfectly proportioned...
Sure he might bolt out of the whorehouse the first time, gasping in terror, lust, and just a little bit of despair. But he'll be back.
They always come back.
See, our approaches are similar, but my take is in a slightly different direction.
Picture as a counterpoint a similar paladin, who appreciates the aesthetics of the opposite sex, even as he maintains the standards of conduct of his order. He does not philander, fraternize inappropriately, or engage in the sorts of lascivious and scandalous mischief that the party bard seems to be particularly inclined towards frequently enjoying. He does not berate or lecture the rest of the party, believing in leading by example, and attempting to influence by deed, rather than screed. The cleric's order requires an oath of chastity, and the two of them commiserate on occasion, though in the cleric's case she feels less burdened by it and instead considers the denial a relief rather than a chore. The ranger is equal measures androgynous and asexual, and the fighter is worse than the bard, equally impoverished by his fondness for strong drink and 'soft companionship'.
The problem, however, is the party rogue.
Originally, the rogue ran to the paladin in a town where the party had been acquiring supplies to replenish their stockpile, fleeing the local constabulary. When she threw herself at his legs, crying, begging him to save her, he nearly picked her up by her coat to hand her over to the authorities; when she promised her 'Daddy' that she had learned her lesson, admitting she'd be willing to endure any spanking he gave her if he didn't give her over, an intensely world-altering shock had coursed through him. While everyone in hearing range took pity on her poor, unfortunate 'father', the paladin was indignant at the implication of impropriety, as well as the unsolicited intimacy implied by the little miscreant. However, the town was known for being heavy-handed in its handling of thieves, and it would have been wrong of him to turn a blind eye to the young lady's predicament. Paying for the misdeeds of his 'ward' (he was very, VERY insistent upon the terminology) out of his own personal funds, the paladin persuaded the guards to supply the recompense to the victim shopkeeper, and provided extra to the guards themselves for the inconvenience. Once they were gone, the paladin began to inquire of the girl exactly whom she was beholden to, and where she presumed to have gotten the idea to impose upon him and his companions; she opted to climb up and cling to him, whispering her gratitude in his ear and promising to explain once the party had reached an inn.
Between the gossip within the party, the constant stream of commentary from the bard, and the strange looks of the people who had noticed that the girl had attached themselves to the party, the paladin became increasingly uncomfortable. While he was not unaware of manipulations by others, and he was somewhat anticipating such as being the case, there was something inexplicably compelling about the girl - a sense of vulnerability, of dependency, that tugged at his heartstrings...and prompted uncomfortable stirrings in both his loins and the pit of his stomach. While solid in his faith, his emotions are rapidly becoming a simmering cauldron of confusion.
Once they are at the inn, having purchased rooms for the party (and the rogue having forced her way into sharing his room), he took time to himself to pray for guidance, insight, and understanding. His prayers were interrupted by the sound of the jangle of coins behind him. Turning, he found himself face to face with the rogue.
"I was going to try to rob you and run," she confessed outright, her voice nowhere near as childish as it had been before. "Honestly, most of you do-gooders are a sucker for an innocent face, a bit of boo-hooin', and a little wetworks." She took off her hood, revealing hair that looked as though some absent-minded artist had meant to paint dandelions and instead made distracted streaks of vibrant green, rich yellow, and the odd stray stroke of white. "But you made a point of not playing along with me - you wouldn't call me your daughter, even to the cards, but you took responsibility for me. No one's ever done that for me before." As he opened his mouth to speak, she pulled her blouse up and over her head, revealing tightly-wrapped bandages; with a tug behind herself, the restraints fell away, revealing assets that apparently took some measure of near-magic to render as flat as they'd been.
"...why are you disrobing in my presence?" The paladin asked, voice half-catching in his throat as he averted his eyes. His pulse pounded panickedly at his chest, as though seeking to burst from its confines and flee the rest of the flesh.
His hand was lifted, and placed upon a now-bared breast. "It would not do for me to not thank you properly," she breathed, the pitch and tone of her voice slightly higher for her size, but distinctively all woman, no trace of the youthful guise present. "And I've learned many, many things that strong, kind men like..."
He started to push her away in desperation, but remembered the difference of sizes between them - were he to do so, she might dash her head against the edge of the bed, or otherwise be injured due to the difference in strength. "Please don't do this," he whispered, even as his felt his body emphatically insist that things proceed as he was dreading they might. "It wouldn't be right..."
"Oh, but I would make it very right for you," she murmured, pressing more into his hand, as she began to unlace her skirt, allowing it to fall from her while she climbed into his lap, touching his face, turning his head to face her once more. The expression of desire was tinged by a twinkling mischief, before the merriment brightened further, and she affected the look of innocence that had coerced his cooperation. "...daddy..."
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It was hours after when he allowed the despair to fill him, weeping silently on the edge of the bed. The rogue lay sprawled beside him, splayed and sweaty with euphoric exhaustion, too deeply asleep to realize what she had wrought within her savior.
The part that pained him most was not the act that had transpired, the carnal hedonism that had been embraced for hours.
What made him ache in the depths of his soul was the word that had spurred him on, driven him into her arms, and into her.
Which is more desirable, which is more horrifying? Explain.
I choose option C...the tiefling strippers...or maybe D: the elven/ 1/2 strippers....E: the Aasimar strip club....or maybe F: the all race strip club...
Add to the sex with 3 ft girls issue, a human would be painfully huge to a gnome. Think of a human taking on a horse, it has literally killed. Of course there are a few freaky masochists that might enjoy the challenge
Nah, it wouldn't be that big of a difference. The difference between the average human male and an average horse is several orders of magnitude (3 or 4 maybe?), the difference between an average gnome male and an average human male is probably just one order of magnitude. Human males alone have two orders of magnitude difference from biggest to smallest (within the range of usefulness).
Translation: It'd be uncomfortable but not life-threatening. I can certainly imagine some gnomes who like that kind of thing purposefully seeking out humans for the thrill. Just as there are humans who seek out, ah, bigger humans for the thrill.
See, our approaches are similar, but my take is in a slightly different direction.
[long descriptive scene]
All I can say is...
Oh my.
Your level of scene-setting is something for me to aspire to.
Add to the sex with 3 ft girls issue, a human would be painfully huge to a gnome. Think of a human taking on a horse, it has literally killed. Of course there are a few freaky masochists that might enjoy the challengeNah, it wouldn't be that big of a difference. The difference between the average human male and an average horse is several orders of magnitude (3 or 4 maybe?), the difference between an average gnome male and an average human male is probably just one order of magnitude. Human males alone have two orders of magnitude difference from biggest to smallest (within the range of usefulness).
Translation: It'd be uncomfortable but not life-threatening. I can certainly imagine some gnomes who like that kind of thing purposefully seeking out humans for the thrill. Just as there are humans who seek out, ah, bigger humans for the thrill.
Or, to use the example I'd always had slung my way, there's a very likely plausibility that even the largest of human males is not going to be comparable to a halfling or gnome infant.
There's the argument that one is designed to go in and out, and the other is something meant to be expelled only, but I'm pretty sure the gist is gotten.
Then again, that almost prompts the inclination to discuss things in far greater detail than I should even consider on a public message board
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Add to the sex with 3 ft girls issue, a human would be painfully huge to a gnome. Think of a human taking on a horse, it has literally killed. Of course there are a few freaky masochists that might enjoy the challengeNah, it wouldn't be that big of a difference. The difference between the average human male and an average horse is several orders of magnitude (3 or 4 maybe?), the difference between an average gnome male and an average human male is probably just one order of magnitude. Human males alone have two orders of magnitude difference from biggest to smallest (within the range of usefulness).
Translation: It'd be uncomfortable but not life-threatening. I can certainly imagine some gnomes who like that kind of thing purposefully seeking out humans for the thrill. Just as there are humans who seek out, ah, bigger humans for the thrill.
Or, to use the example I'd always had slung my way, there's a very likely plausibility that even the largest of human males is not going to be comparable to a halfling or gnome infant.
There's the argument that one is designed to go in and out, and the other is something meant to be expelled only, but I'm pretty sure the gist is gotten.
Then again, that almost prompts the inclination to discuss things in far greater detail than I should even consider on a public message board
I am guessing you have never given birth, i don't think you would intentionally do that repeatedly for long periods of time just for fun....
See, our approaches are similar, but my take is in a slightly different direction.Picture as a counterpoint a similar paladin,...
Well isn't that special....
Nebulous_Mistress and TheAntiElite are my new heroes and I really want to game with them.
See, our approaches are similar, but my take is in a slightly different direction.
[long descriptive scene]
All I can say is...
Oh my.
Your level of scene-setting is something for me to aspire to.
I'd meant to state how flattered I was earlier, but after being up for 36 hours before my first day off in a week, I sorta passed out and only now came around so...merci beaucoup, as well as muchas gracias, with a side order of thanks.
I uh... Wow. *twitch*
This is certainly... Wow.
Good twitch? Bad twich? Yes? No? Chartreuse?
I am guessing you have never given birth, i don't think you would intentionally do that repeatedly for long periods of time just for fun....
I'm thinking the point is missed - I NOTED what the body is theoretically capable of transferring, with the implicit difference of scale being used as a counterpoint of reference to the motions inwards and outwards. Specifically, if one is packing gear comparable in scale to an infant of the appropriate race in question, one should consider upping the size category of one's choice in intimacy companions.
Tangential to this would be the people who go beyond size queening and into the realm of Ridiculously Large Insertions, and all I'm going to say to that is 'Ha ha oh wow, thank you INTERNET.'
See, our approaches are similar, but my take is in a slightly different direction.Picture as a counterpoint a similar paladin,...
Well isn't that special....
I knew this thread wouldn't get far without an invocation of Firefly...
Though I think I want to do a sequel to my fic-bit at some point - I genuinely believe that the distinction between being attracted to a smaller person is separate and discrete from being in to the younger set in a fantasy setting (though that doesn't mean there can't be overlap, especially when used to properly establish the decadence/depravity/disconnect from the rest of society that a character has). I would interpret the paladin from Nebulous Mistress' example has what is perhaps an inkling of a fetish for the smaller folk, but grew up in an area without them, so associates the size with youth, and associates the attraction with paedophilia, to his own horror and dismay. By counterpoint, the example I put forth gave in to the temptation, which in and of itself was not a fall-sin for his order; the catalyst, the 'role-play' that was involved, is what made him feel like a horrible horrible person and would likely cause a psychosomatic 'lock' on his powers until he took time for prayer and personal re-purification.
Nebulous_Mistress and TheAntiElite are my new heroes and I really want to game with them.
You might not say that if you knew how I handle orcish strip clubs...
(but seriously, thank you for the praise)