Let's Sperg Kiwifarms Plays...Trials in Tainted Space (TiTS)-NSFW - Why do we do this to ourselves..

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So who are we gonna run with?

  • Valiant

    Votes: 6 100.0%
  • Serina

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Steve Irwin

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Feminist Godzilla

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Total voters
    6
  • Poll closed .

ActualKiwi

Return Of The Spinning Kiwis From Middle Earth~~
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Stealing the CoC intro here from @LegoTugboat
So, about 2012, or probably before, there was a guy called Fenoxo, who made a small simple game with one goal.

To add as much transformation fetishes among other things as possible. And boy oh boy, did he succeed.

Corruption of Champions, or CoC for short, is a flash game that is infamous for it's wide variety of sexual scenarios with unlikely creatures, held together by a fairly simple plot.
TiTs is, essentially, CoC in space. So prepare for hilarity and weirdness I guess?

... Twenty Years Ago ...

Victor Steele is one of the richest men in the galaxy. His fortune was gained through years of adventuring during the Thirteenth Great Planet Rush, almost two hundred years ago. His trillion dollar company, Steele Industrial Technologies and Production, or Steele Tech, is one of the most respected names in its field.

Unfortunately, during his adventures, Victor underwent many mutations that wreaked havoc on his genome. After two centuries of life due to longevity treatments, the mining magnate’s doctors have told him he has a measly two decades left.

The news is unwelcome. Still, he’s lived a rich, full life - fuller than most. With twenty years ahead of him, the suddenly old industrialite looks toward siring a successor; an heir or heiress to carry on his legacy and to ensure that the Steele name is honored throughout all of history.

With the next Planet Rush a scant nineteen years ahead, the timing is ideal. Just as his offspring reaches adulthood, the United Galactic Confederacy will be expanding its borders, turning on the hundreds of warp gates it has shot out into unexplored space. The rushes - performed every century or so - always result in a galactic free-for-all.

It’s perfect, Victor thinks. His child could rise to greatness, becoming richer and more powerful than he ever was. And perhaps, with a bit of luck, a better person as well.

The real question is, who should the mother be? Many lovers spring to mind, both human and alien. After all, he has no shortage of them. Should his offspring be a pure human, like himself, or perhaps something a little more exotic? Decisions, decisions...

What species would you like your character to be?
Taking suggestions for our sperg character, the child of some white cis-het privileged shitlord in space. We need the following info:
  1. A race
    • Human (of course)
    • Ausar (your dad fucked a dog-alien, you're a half-dog furry. Males get dogcocks, both genders get dog ears and a tail)
    • Kaithrit (your dad fucked a cat-alien, you're a half-cat furry. Males get catcocks?, both genders get cat airs and two cat tails)
    • Leithan (your dad fucked a lizard-alien and did some expensive science, you're a half-lizard-rabbit-abomination. Both genders get thick, prehensile tails, bunny ears and a tauric aka centaur-like body configuration. Males get large lizard-cocks, both sexes have "rear-mounted sexual organs"?)
    • Kui-Tan (your dad fucked a hermaphroditic rarity of space-racoon species. You can either be a herm or a male, either way you get a bushy tail, fuzzy ears and a knotted cock)
    • Gryvain (your dad fucked a winged hermaphroditic griffon-thing. You get draconic wings, a tail, and scales, with uwu golden eyes. Either females or hermaphrodites, either choice gets "voluptuous figures" and "high sexual sensitivity"

  2. A name and gender (check the race shit above for gender options)
  3. Height (in inches, 48 to 84)
  4. Frame Broadness
    • Very Thin
    • Thin
    • Lithe
    • Normal
    • Husky
    • Thickset
  5. Hair, Eye and Skin Colour options will vary based on which race we choose, so I'll just roll some dice for that shit once we get the rest sorted.
  6. Breasts (yes, you get this option even as a male character). Just decide big or small, because the options again vary depending on race.
  7. Genitalia! Big cock or small? Does your vagina have extra capacity, more self-lubing ability, both or neither? (Note these options once again depend on your gender, not sure about herms)
  8. Gifts (note ones that don't match your gender can still be chosen and will apply later if you obtain genitals appropriate to that choice):
    • Virile (increased quality of sperm= +impregnation chance)
    • Potent(increased quantity of sperm)
    • Elasticity(you can take bigger stuff in your holes=reduced chance of permanent stretching)
    • Fertility(increased chance of getting knocked up)
    • Milky(you lactate more easily, and it's harder to stop you lactating..)
    • Incubator(reduced pregnancy time)
    • Hung(increased cock size, more receptive to future size-increases)
    • Mini(decreased cock size, more receptive to future size-decreases)
    • Bulgy(bigger balls, more receptive to future size-increases)
    • Extra Ardor(Higher sex drive)
    • Ice cold(Lower sex drive)
    • None (literally nothing)
  9. Ability Score affinity (makes it easier for you to raise that attribute)
    • Intelligence (tech attacks, dealing with machinery)
    • Physique (strength and endurance, melee damage)
    • Reflexes(reaction time, piloting aptitude and avoiding traps/surprise attacks)
    • Aim(accuracy with handheld/ship ranged weapons)
    • Willpower(ability to counter sexual urges/addictions/resist psionics/boost own psionics)
    • None. Nada. Nothing
  10. Upbringing, how you were raised by your shitlord dad.
    • Pampered (more starting money, lower Willpower)
    • Athletic (higher physical skills, lower mental ones)
    • Bookworm (higher mental skills, lower physical ones)
    • Austere (less starting money, more Willpower)
    • Balanced (you aren't special at all you cuck- no bonuses or negatives)
  11. Personality- (This choice will affect how your character reacts to the challenges and situations she finds herself in. Ultimately, the choice will still remain with you, the player, but the way <character>goes through those choices may vary with personality.)
    • Kind (kind/compassionate)
    • Mischievous (balanced between both)
    • Hard (you're an asshole)
  12. Class

    • Smuggler:
      As a smuggler, your abilities would rely heavily on having good reflexes and either aim or physique, depending on your method of attack. You’d learn to be pretty sneaky, fly well, and hit your foes where they least expect it, all while making your living in the underbelly of the United Galactic Confederacy, or U.G.C. The life of a smuggler is one of profit through luck and skill.

      Is this the career you’d like to pursue?
    • Mercenary:
      As a mercenary, you’d depend on raw physique or aim for your attacks, focusing more on a good battle plan and tough armor than anything else. You’d learn to overpower your foes with sheer strength and determination, defend yourself with all manner of weapons and equipment, and fly a ship when the situation calls for it. The life of a mercenary is one of profit through violence.

      Is this the career you’d like to pursue?
    • Tech Specialist:
      As a tech specialist, your abilities would rely heavily on your intelligence and aim. You’d learn to work with all kinds of technologies, perhaps even make your own robotic defense turrets! Your intellect would be your greatest weapon, though you wouldn’t shy away from tweaking your own high-tech ranged weaponry. The life of a tech specialist is one of profit through smart decisions and superior technology.

      Is this the career you’d like to pursue?

Once you lot have thrown at least a suggestion or two out, we can get this fabulous adventure started (as standard, the dodgy stuff will get spoilered in case of pandas or other troublesome creatures).
I'm reasonably certain @Dynastia will have suggestions, if not @IceGray @Tranhuviya @CatParty @Azazel and the rest of you spergs are welcome to
 
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IceGray

"Dude, where's the bus?"
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Here's my suggestion.
Human
Serina, Female
63 inches tall
Lithe
(Colors up to ActualKiwi.)
Big tits
Self-lubing pussy if possible for humans
Elasticity + Milky
Intelligence
Bookworm
Kind
Tech Specialist
 
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ActualKiwi

Return Of The Spinning Kiwis From Middle Earth~~
True & Honest Fan
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Here's my suggestion.
Human
Serina, Female
63 inches tall
Lithe
(Colors up to ActualKiwi.)
Big tits
Self-lubing pussy if possible for humans
Elasticity + Milky
Intelligence
Bookworm
Kind
Tech Specialist
If we don't get any other suggestions within the next 12 hours or so we'll run with this.
 

SpessCaptain

Salty Space Bitch
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Retired Staff
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Hey why isn't it me?

I am literally the one mod that needs to be fucked in space
 

SpessCaptain

Salty Space Bitch
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Retired Staff
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Human
Valentine Valiant, Female
68
Normie
Big Boobs (Why the fuck not)
Self-Lubing Vag (Robots)
Extra Ardor
Willpower (Because I am a strong independant robot)
Austere (How can I not?)
and I am HARD ASS SMUGGLER
 

ActualKiwi

Return Of The Spinning Kiwis From Middle Earth~~
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Hokay we have two options now, And Valiant seems pretty keen to volunteer her captaincy.
 

x.eight.six.systems

The beginning and the end
True & Honest Fan
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Steve Irwin
Human
Male
Normal
70 inches
Chestnut hair, peach skin
Small brest
Big penis
Bulgy
Reflexes
Athletic
Mischievous
Mercenary
 
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LegoTugboat

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Feminist Godzilla
Hermaphrodite Leithan
84 inches high
Very thin frame
Small breasts
Big cock
Milky perk
Intelligent affinity
Pampered upbringing
Hard personality
Tech specialist
 

ActualKiwi

Return Of The Spinning Kiwis From Middle Earth~~
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4 options now, good to know. Poll is up the top of the thread and running for the next 12 hours.
 

Azazel

Top of the Game
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Hilariously the game actually has a Steve Irwin knock-off named Steph Irson, and instead of going around and fucking with dangerous wildlife, she goes around literally fucking dangerous wildlife. Some of the most amusing scenes imo.
 

ActualKiwi

Return Of The Spinning Kiwis From Middle Earth~~
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By the looks of the poll, we're going with @Valiant as our character. I'll get her through the tutorial bit and put up a post in a bit
 

ActualKiwi

Return Of The Spinning Kiwis From Middle Earth~~
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Hokay, our mighty hero Val Valiant (shortened because apparently there's a character limit to names) has begun her journey. Guided by a hologram-recording of her dead father, she has fought (briefly) against Celise, a green goo-girl who apparently cums with the ship Val's dad left for her. This goo girl apparently feeds on sexual fluids.
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So, first choice folks. Ignore the goo girl or feed her so she becomes Val's companion?
 

ActualKiwi

Return Of The Spinning Kiwis From Middle Earth~~
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So since we decide to feed and keep Celise, we get this lovely interaction:
Smiling a little lustily, you strip out of your gear and toss it up on the shelf, next to the key. Celise smiles beatifically up at you, her eyes practically humping your skin as you reveal yourself. When your pink, tight slit is exposed, she visibly licks her lips and ceases her masturbation, using her jade secretions to oil her heavy tits, teasing tiny nubs that bloom into big, suckable nipples in a matter of moments. You sensually swivel your hips and ask, “Here’s my cunt. Why aren’t you licking it yet? I thought that’s what you wanted!”

The glittering, hungry slut composes herself enough to surge towards you, ignoring your question completely. Instead, she rolls at you like a wave, if a wave could be capped with bloating bimbo lips and a slithering tongue that could put a snake to shame. You let her crash into you, knowing that she doesn’t pose any real threat at this point, and simply enjoy the sensation of her warm body sliding around your legs. In a way, it’s like slipping into a nice bath, only the bath is a bit thicker and strokes you everywhere, like an army of phantasmal tongues, all worshipping you at once.

The real tongue comes into contact with your unspoiled vagina a moment before two plush pillows compress against your mons, smothering your labia in sloppy-wet kisses. The tongue slithers over the folded flesh, drawing gasps and moans from you as your pussy goes ten kinds of juicy. Your clit engorges and peeks out from its hood in response, hard and sensitive against the slippery, gooey mouth. You grab hold of the shelf to try remain upright, briefly fearing that you’ll fall inside her and drown as the pleasure takes you, but the way Celise’s eyes look up at you while she tends to your slit leaves no doubt in your mind: she’d never let that happen. She’s far too busy worshipping you orally, sucking down your juices even as hers turn your exterior genitalia into a swampy, green mess.

You give up your grip even as your legs give out, lewdly splaying wide inside their gelatinous prisons. Instead, your hands secure themselves on the back of Celise’s head, pushing her harder and more urgently into your pussy. A muffled cry of excitement vibrates through your vulvae as the goo-girl finds herself between a rock-hard grip and a wet place. Her tongue wriggles and writhes unguided at first, then it draws back, suddenly controlled. As you hump the moist fuck-pillows perched on your oozing quim, the wiggling probe pierces through your sensitive curtains, sliding past your hymen without tearing it and thickening on the other side. The tendril rolls in wet little circles inside you, smashing into one nerve-cluster after another, relentlessly searching for your G-spot.

Long pseudopods appear out of the insubstantial mass behind Celise’s head and arch towards your nipples. They smack wetly against your volleyball-sized breasts as they attach and begin to tug. They’re thin enough that they appear as transparent, emerald stalks that trickle similarly colored lubricants around the edges of your areolae. Rhythmic suckles slowly pull on you, causing your nipples to engorge. You’re in ecstasy, tended to above and below by soft, forgiving slickness.

A mouth forms on Celise’s shoulder while she guzzles your secretions, asking, “How am I doing?”

Your only reaction is to grind your ample thighs more forcefully into her face, whimpering as your virgin pussy begins to spasm. You’re so very close to orgasm that it’s getting hard to control your movements. You jerk and shake whenever Celise’s tongue finds your G-spot, something she does with increasing regularity, and you’re glad to be supported by her as she pushes and rubs against it, increasing the pressure.

Mind-numbing explosions of bliss erupt from the cunt-shattering orgasm that wracks your body; you arch your back so violently that you almost crack your head on the shelf above. Luckily, Celise’s arms pop out to grab you around the waist, steadying your lusty thrashing. She gleefully swallows, her throat bobbing as she drinks down your juices. A reverse imprint of your pussy forms on her lips, caressing your entire mound with perfect green synchronicity while her tongue swells wider inside you. As it expands, there’s a sudden shift inside you along with the sensation of something draining away, almost like she’s turned her busy pseudopod into a quim-sucking straw, ensuring that her feeding continues uninterrupted while you’re brought to new heights of climax. The pleasure continues with no end in sight. Your genitals ache, tender after an eternity of stimulation. Whenever you think relief is at hand, the inverse hood around the tip of your button vibrates and sets you off in a blaze of fresh orgasm all over again.

By the time you piece your consciousness back together, you find yourself babbling incoherently in the midst of a continuous, mind-shattering orgasm. Once Celise has her fill, you’re an incoherent mess. Aftershocks of pleasure quake through your still-twitching body as she detaches. She slowly separates from you, shuddering a little bit herself as you’re pulled out of her gooey embrace. The sucking holes holding your legs close up, but not before you get a glimpse of vaginal lips topped with soaked nubs. This goo-girl was fucking herself on your legs as she ate you out! The whole of your lower body is soaked and dripping with her jade moisture, particularly your feet. Your compact rump touches the cold, metal floor as she daintily wipes her mouth on the back of a juicy palm, allowing you a moment to recover.

“That was great, and your cunny was super tasty, too! Can I come on your ship? Like Vik said, I’m super thankful you stopped to feed me!” Celes bubbles.

Despite your exhaustion, you manage to give her a stern look.

“I promise not to try and force myself on you or nothing! ‘Sides, you know just how to make me melt anyhow! I can get by on water and protein paste, but if a mean ol’ alien ever gets you all wet and juicy...” Celise nibbles on her lower lip, and with every tiny bite, it grows puffier and poutier, looking softer by the minute. “...I’ll be the perfect little lesbian, girlspunk-dump. Or, if you grow a dick I’ll be totally happy to suck on that,” she adds, nodding enthusiastically. “You’ll be yummy either way!”

Do you take Celise on as your first crew member? Yes

You shrug and admit you don’t mind her coming along, so long as she stays out of your hair and doesn’t clog the vents with... stray moisture.

Celise jiggles jubilantly, the accumulated mass of goo below her waist churning with excitement as she applauds. She gulps in a huge breath of air, ballooning herself comically before exhaling it in a quiet “Yayyyy...” You glance at her curiously, and she shyly covers her mouth, whispering, “Sorry.”

Whatever, it’s time to get this show on the road! You grab the digikey off the shelf and step through the door.

(Celise has joined your crew!)
..and then apparently wander down to the bar:
A sprawling, brightly lit hangar greets your eyes, empty save for a single ship near the back. Your gaze is pulled away from the distant craft by the sheer size of the enclosure. A hangar like this must have cost your father a veritable fortune to buy out - not much considering how wealthy he was, but no insignificant chunk of change. Magnetically-bounded plasma shields hold in the atmosphere while remaining transparent enough for you to view the nearby warp gate and inky blackness beyond. Perhaps the only thing this place couldn’t hold would be a capital ship, but a number of moorings with connective umbilicals stand by to tether one outside in that extreme scenario.

You chuckle and wonder if you’ll ever need anything that grandiose while you turn your attention back to the light craft in the corner, currently surrounded by techs. Breezing up to them, you get your first good look at your inheritance; in short, it’s a bit of a junker. The hull plating is ancient and rusted in a dozen places where the paint has long since rotted off. Whole pieces of it are still on the floor, being cut into with plasma torches to replace dead tech, and the design of it is a century out of date. You bite back your sigh before it leaves your mouth, noting the newly installed engines and computer systems. Still, new engines don’t make it look any less like a elderly rim-jockey’s heap.

“Hello there! You must be the young Captain Steele! A pleasure to meet you,” one of the technicians says once he spots you. “Sorry the ship is in such rough shape. Towing it all the way out here took a little longer than anticipated, so we got a late start. We’re pulling a double shift to get it all done by tonight. Just give us a little more time, maybe get a bite to eat and a place to stay ‘til morning. She’ll look a hundred times better once we finish up, I promise.”

You shake the hangar tech’s hand and nod to him, understanding the enormity of the project before them. The nametag on his jumper lists him as ‘Zeke’. He nods and jovially quips, “Yah, my name’s Zeke, or Z if you really wanna get short with it. Whatever you bring in here, I’ll keep maintained or fix up. Cleaning up other folks’ messes is kinda my business.” Zeke waves you off. “Go on, get something to eat. I’m sure you had a shitty day and don’t wanna spend the rest of it hanging around us while we put this back together.”

A clearly marked exit portal dilates as you approach, and you step out into the station’s main thoroughfare. It’s surprisingly quiet and devoid of the shops you’d expect to see. The only place with any grub looks to be an “Anon’s Bar”, though it boasts mention of rooms for rent as well.

You head on in...
And we're presented with another choice:
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First post answer's gonna get the choice this time.
 

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