Parawhores

Miya is a hedonist, only ever living in the moment and wanting to maximize her pleasure in that moment. She lives by the mantra of “hammered, high, and horny”--being sober is a punishment, and any night that she can remember wasn’t a good enough night. She tends to main downers during the day, mixing booze and tranquilizers to numb the inanity of day-to-day life, before switching to uppers like Ritalin and cocaine so she can fuck for hours on end.

Her ego is wrapped up entirely in her huge breasts, of which she is extremely proud. She takes every opportunity she can get to flaunt them. She loves being ogled, groped, and fondled, and finds great amusement in distracting men with--and making other women jealous of--her body.

She is a complete size queen and an eager cock-sleeve. Her body was magically altered to firmly fit any size cock, no matter how large, and she loves the indescribable sensations of having her body magically rearrange to accommodate a massive penis, be that her internal organs shifting or her jaw distending.

She is extremely petty and spiteful, with a massive superiority complex. If she thinks she’s better than you, she’ll make sure you remember it every second you’re within earshot. And if she isn’t, then she’ll hold a grudge against you until the day she dies.

Which likely won’t be long, between all the alcohol, smoking, drugs, and challenging large cryptids to angrily fuck her unconscious—also known as her favorite way to get to sleep.

She is firmly a power bottom, demanding her partners overpower and dominate her completely. She loves choking, slapping, and hair-pulling, and will often demean and emasculate her partners in attempts to get them riled up and be rough with her. She is extremely vocal during sex, with a more-or-less nonstop stream of shouting, swearing, and play-insulting (provided her mouth isn’t full—though even that doesn’t stop her from trying to scream and shit-talk). She prefers getting all her holes stuffed airtight, though she won’t say no to doubling up on holes in triple penetration. She has no preference between oral, anal, or vaginal sex – so long as cocks are ramming into her, she’s satisfied. And the bigger, the better.

She insists that she is straight, with no interest in women. Her strict sexual binary is largely a mental construct however, as when she is sufficiently horny, she becomes extremely receptive to sex with women. And not just receiving, either—while normally she would balk at the thought of even kissing a girl, once she’s sufficiently deep in the rhythm of getting dicked down, she will eagerly and passionately eat a woman out, desperately seeking out as much sexual stimulation as physically possible. She will even on occasion have lesbian sex, if she is horny enough and there are no males to penetrate her—though she insists that this isn’t “having sex with women”, but rather “masturbating with each others’ bodies.” Tammy refers to this particular quirk of Miya’s as her “being a noodle – straight, until she gets wet.”

Tammy (stylized “tammy”, all lowercase) is a hyperactive ball of sex, on a self-motivated quest to discover, catalogue, and fuck every cryptid that was brought into the world by the Event. She is extremely bubbly and upbeat, describing herself as “bubblegum punk”. She haphazardly ignores social norms, and is “aggressively femme.” She loves “girly” things, such as skirts and makeup, and is obsessed with the color pink.

She desperately searches for the new and the novel, quickly growing bored of the rote and regular. An example of this is seen in how she constantly dyes her hair new colors, for no other reason than “getting bored” of her existing hair colors.

She keeps pins stylized after the various cryptids she’s fucked, and is always eager to add more pins to her collection. However, much like everything else, she quickly grows tired of fucking any particular cryptid, and often only fucks any given species exactly once—just for the novel experience of it.

She extensively documents every habit and trait of the cryptids she studies, believing herself to be providing the world invaluable knowledge. In actuality, her notes are scrawled, chaotic, largely incoherent, and half of them tend to be about immaculately capturing, sketching, and describing the exact dimensions of the cryptid’s penis.

Unlike Miya, her body is not altered in any way—a fact she is proud of, being “all-original”, especially her butt (“it’s not particularly big, but I think it’s decidedly stuffable!”). Instead, she is able to take such large cocks through rigorous training. She is not a size-queen, with no peculiarities about partner size—she will eagerly fuck cryptids of any shape or size. The size training was (to her) a necessity, to accommodate how large many cryptids are.

She is pansexual, being equally attracted to male or female, human or cryptid. She finds sex to be deeply spiritual, and loves sharing that connection with everyone. Outside of sex, she is almost naively optimistic and friendly, genuinely believing she can be friends with everyone she comes across. Her sex-positive and genial attitude, combined with her disregard for social norms, can get her into trouble.

She considers herself “sex-cooperative”, as opposed to competitive, preferring sharing sexual attention with her friends (compare to Miya’s preference for keeping sexual attention for herself). She loves using her body to make others feel good, and she positively glows when her partners signal she’s doing a good job, especially through moaning or through giving her playful spanks while she rides on top.

Like Miya, she is also a chem-fiend, though where Miya prefers to numb the boring bits of life and focus on the fun, she instead prefers vibing and loving every moment of life. She is all about mind-expanding experiences, regularly riding psychedelics and having a particular fondness for empathogens like ecstasy.

She likes to put on fresh lip gloss before sex, so she can track how she pleases her partner with her body through the smearing.

Nataly is the straight woman to Miya’s and tammy’s various deviancies. Unlike the other two, she isn’t a complete drug-fueled sex addict, and is overall the most well-adjusted of the three. She is decidedly grumpy and a bit of a killjoy, though she tends to keep her judgmental thoughts to herself—biting her tongue is a common necessity.

There are three simple pillars holding up her life: friends, food, and film. Similarly, there are two that are endangering everything that she has built for herself: Miya’s fat fucking tits.

She has never been one to swoon, but for some reason, from the moment she first set eyes on Miya working at a coffee shop, she’s been absolutely smitten. And it’s not just Miya’s breasts, either: she can’t help but fantasize about kissing Miya’s soft pouty lips, or burying her tongue deep into Miya’s big butt, or even peppering Miya’s cute little tummy with kisses.

The single overriding fantasy that drives her, though, is the idea of being smothered by Miya’s huge pillowy breasts. Every little motion that Miya’s chest makes just sends urges to plunge face-first into that massive cleavage rippling through her body like electric fire.

Miya is acutely aware of this irrational infatuation, and indeed leveraged it to rope her into becoming the group’s videographer. When Miya teased the idea of filming a porno, she jumped at the chance—only to be left frustratedly holding a camera as twenty inches of monster dick vigorously split Miya in half. At least she got to watch Miya’s bare tits bounce gloriously as she was getting railed.

Being the dedicated camerawoman for the others’ sexual escapades is a divisive topic for her. On the one hand, she finds penetration unappealing and the massive cocks the girls tend to take to be downright disgusting. On the other hand, the opportunity to turn her love of amateur filmmaking into a career is tantalizing, to say nothing of getting to watch hot women naked and squealing all day.

Indeed, the auteur drive is strong for her—even though she dislikes straight sex, she finds herself firmly directing the action, often encouraging more intense and exotic forms of penetration, all for the camera. She’s not a fan of watching her crush get stuffed airtight, but damn if triple penetration doesn’t make for some evocative cinematography.

Something that doesn’t dissolve away once the camera is rolling is her general animosity toward tammy. It’s not so much tammy as a person she has a problem with, but rather the fact that tammy and Miya often have sex with each other. And she can’t understand why Miya seems so willing to have sex with tammy, who isn’t specifically interested in Miya, but not with her, whom Miya knows full well practically worships the ground she walks on.

Despite being relatively well-adjusted, she has a particular weakness for wine. And when she gets drunk, she gets horny and petty—the mean thoughts she normally keeps bottled up tend to spill out her mouth, and she becomes very vocally distressed about Miya’s and tammy’s relationship. Tammy’s attempts to calm her down tend to result in drunken lesbian hate-sex, though tammy tends to be too distracted by her big butt to realize the hate aspect of it all.

Corsair

Artemis is the physical half of the Corsair duo, clocking in at an intimidating 6’9 (206cm) with her boots, and still extremely tall barefoot at 6’3 (190cm). Her height is matched by her stride, her long legs affording her an impressive sprint, ideal for chasing down bounty targets who’d rather not be captured—which is most of them. Her speed is matched by her strength, where her slim frame hides abnormally strong musculature and tight, toned abs.

Like all Artemes engineered in the failed Project Ascension superweapon program, Artemis is by all definitions an apex predator, a hunter biologically and psychologically tuned for unrelentingly running down her prey. And like all her sister Artemes, this optimization resulted in a highly competitive libido, and a seemingly-inexhaustible sexual stamina. Where hours of marathon group-sex reduce her partners to wobbling puddles of sweat, Artemis comes out of the experience wired, restlessly energerized and ready for more.

She is supremely confident in her abilities, all but a stranger to the concepts of fear or anxiety. Equally aware of how her brusqueness, strength, and stature make her intimidating; and her pretty face, large breasts, and big butt make her attractive; she flawlessly alternates between cowing and flirting as the situation dictates.

Her unfaltering confidence can result in tense situations, especially when her quick wit and her open sexuality clash. She naturally gravitates to making sexually sarcastic comebacks, such as responding to “you best watch your mouth” with “why, or else you’ll put something big, thick, and hard in it?” Indeed, sexual remarks are her default mode of conversation, which can frustrate others who aren’t operating on the same wavelength as her. She is capable of switching to serious conversation, but finds few situations warrant it over the unrestrained amounts of sass she prefers to dole out.

She is equally notorious for both her deviancy and easiness, proudly and eagerly participating in extreme sexual acts such as xenozoophilia and unconditionally having sex with any person or persons even remotely interested in such. She has been banned from more than one station—Terran and alien alike—for disrupting standard operations with her sexual escapades. “Fucking half the station” is not only a fairly common reason for her being barred, but a point of contention she takes issue with—“it was far more than just half!”

She is a versatile dom, seamlessly switching between being top or bottom as the situation calls for, but always remaining fully in charge of the scene, dictating exactly how she fucks or gets fucked. The one exception is when she is with Medusa, with whom she becomes an extremely submissive bottom, surrendering herself completely to her partner’s pleasure.

Of all her weaknesses—of which virtually are sexual in nature—pole-dancing is her biggest. She is all but incapable of resisting the opportunity to dance, often getting distracted on the job to do so. It is her primary form of exercise, with a dance pole installed on the ship. Medusa enjoys watching her exercise.

She is extremely protective and supportive of Medusa, for whom her love is unquantifiable. They are beyond lovers—they are life partners, through and through. She has a tattoo of Medusa’s astrological symbol on her right butt-cheek, paired to Medusa having Artemis’ symbol on her left butt-cheek.

Medusa is the strategic half of the Corsair duo, leveraging her exceptional talent with computer systems to penetrate and calculate with ease. A cortical implant allows her to interface directly with most systems, though more commonly it is used to seamlessly manipulate the pair of prehensile tendrils attached to her suit. These tendrils are themselves able to interface with physical systems, allowing her access at a distance and through gapped entrances.

They also give her more limbs with which to fondle and hug Artemis.

Like all Meduses engineered in the failed Project Ascension superweapon program, Medusa is a technological savant, able to quickly adapt to novel technical problems and array her vast knowledge of computer systems in equally novel solutions. And like all her sister Meduses, this optimization resulted in her placing strongly on the autism spectrum, often suffering from sensory overload and easily becoming socially overwhelmed. Prone to immense anxiety and panic attacks, she is dependent on Artemis’ infinite patience and bottomless support to function in day-to-day life.

Like Artemis, she is supremely confident in her abilities, but due to her extremely introverted nature, very few people ever get to witness this. In virtually all social environments, she is exceptionally timid and soft-spoken, often stuttering and mixing her words. She strongly prefers to use Shells in all social engagements, taking comfort in the physical distance between her actual self and the engagement—though this only mitigates the anxiety, rather than resolves it.

In private conversations with Artemis, however, she can be every bit as quick-witted and sassy as her extroverted counterpart. Her sarcasm tends to be more biting than sexual, though she’ll never pass up a chance to lecherously comment on Artemis’ body or sexual proclivities.

She handles the logistics and finances of their operations, figuring out where to go and how best to get there, devising plans and contingencies for getting jobs done, and often finding and setting up contacts for potential clients. She leaves the physicality and diplomacy to Artemis—which, given her significant other’s proclivities, can result in… confounding circumstances in relation to actually get said jobs.

She is a cuckquean, taking immense satisfaction in watching her life partner have sex with others, often encouraging Artemis to engage with others and even offering suggestions to Artemis regarding the direction to take a scene. She and Artemis have lewd nicknames for one another, with Artemis being her “cum-slut” to her being Artemis’ “cuck-cake”.

She does not have sex with others often, more or less monogamously being with Artemis. During their play together, her soft exterior falls away to reveal an extreme sexual dominance, with her unrepentantly topping her other half. She has a particular fondness for name-calling and dirty-talk while using toys and bondage. Much of her sexual identity is adopted from pornography, so her bedroom dialogue is often awkward and stilted. This amuses Artemis greatly, though the woman never comments on it during play, committing wholly to her role as Medusa’s submissive fuck-pig whore. During aftercare however, Artemis is not afraid to share her “highlight reel” of silliest dialogue choices Medusa exercised during their play together. Cuddling is not only required—it is inevitable.

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