ETA ::Profile (Nymphe)

”No matter what they say, don't go for the model with the buttplug.”

Age 23

Height 6'4", with suit.
5'6" without.

Weight 158lbs

In life, it should be known that all the perversions and seductions of the flesh hold within them the lurking darkness that might consume an unwary victim. These dangers are the ones society builds into it's mythos, with the vagina-dentata awaiting those men who fall astray, just as the Ripper and his ilk do a woman caught alone in the night. What isn't quite as well covered outside the ideological texts and their self-serving techniques however, are the dangers within even the most prepared mind against a rather more illusive foe, the incidents which befall those whom straddle the line.

These aren't the violent snuffings of a life which one might suspect befall those who even put a foot over the edge, instead they tend to be the small subversions of a lifestyle, tipping the balance to drag a curious if relatively normal member of society into the quagmire of lust and perversion. For young Nymphe, her vice was an attraction that tended rather towards those of an equine standard, and not that of the platonic variety. While Nymphe's sense of self-preservation rather sanely ruled out a romp in the hay and the subsequent rearranging of internal organs that would ensue, her mind wandered onwards in search of ways to fufill it's perversions.

It didn't take more than a minimal effort for the elf's discreet searching to turn up alternate pastimes, in this case rather than merely showing her handy affection in the stable, it turned out that a handful of similarly fantasy-wrapped people were willing to provide a more consensual environment for imaginary activities between the group. While Nymphe couldn't exactly be a horse, there was nothing stopping the elf from pretending to be, with the right props of course.

So it was that once every month, the group would meet up at a convenient – if secluded – location to envelop one another in their rather lewd and most unladylike fantasies. For Nymphe, it was a chance to let her imagination take over amid their games, but after several sessions had passed, a set of reins and a uniquely plugged tail rather lost their edge upon her lust. She was sliding down the slippery slope of perversion, and at it's end, was a quietly tucked away shop within the town.

Typically, one would keep a nest-egg for a rainy day, when the roof might begin to leak or work begins to dry up, cutting off the flow of that oh so vital currency. What it wasn't supposed to be used for though, was simple frivolities like those the elf found within the shop. Clothing and apparel tailored for the sort of activities her group indulged in, and in particular one suit which seemed as though it had been made purely for her – and upon inspection of the measurements, could quite easily have been. Impulse and lust won out over the weakly protesting sensibilities within her mind, and that same evening she returned home with a rather bulky package in tow.

Inside, the entire ensemble had surprisingly been packed away in one piece, with the teal-shaded material squeaking and shimmering in the light as she unpacked the suit, it's rubbery scent filling her nostrils almost intoxicatingly as her eyes fell upon the gleaming hooves at it's feet. It didn't matter that this costume lacked the moulded head or integral tail-plug of others, it had stolen her heart from the moment she saw it. In a surprising contrast to the tightness of the material, it seemed to open up before her, stretching just enough to allow her to slid deeper – then tightening to seal her in. It was only several minutes after she had slipped her feet into the hooves and tightened the neckline around her body that Nymphe realised just what she had done, as the suit didn't simply hug her contours, but worked it's way into every orifice it covered. This in itself would have been rather disconcerting, but she had merely opened the door to a whole world of trouble, as the suit wasn't happy with remaining skin-tight, but rather it began to meld into her skin. Hell was the only term the elf could use to describe the ensuing minutes, as latex and flesh merged in ways things that just couldn't be considered right. By the end of the most unpleasant process, one might have mistaken the flesh and hair upon her head for the offending intruder to her body, as from her neck below was entirely synthetic.

One might consider the elf lucky that the suit's unknown maker had merely intended it to bind to her body, rather than performing other, rather more nefarious purposes upon her entrapped form, after all she had been at it's mercy in that time. As things were though, while the suit simply acted as an extension of her body, she couldn't hide away from the truth that it revealed – she was in the eyes of the community, a perverted deviant. From there, things didn't go quite so well and it an uncomfortably short place of time, the Elf found herself taking upon a more nomadic lifestyle than she had originally intended. The only piece of comfort she found in those hard-times was how the suit's material properties applied to her body, in particular how she was rather more... stretchy upon the inside than before, that little detail saved her life during one uncomfortable and non-consensual encounter with a stallion.

To say the least, the fun has kinda worn off over the months, and if it wasn't for the suit's tinkering with her mind – that's what Nymphe's story is at least, and she's sticking too it – she would've grown rather sick of the thing by now. In reality however, even a whiff of that distinct rubbery scent or the sight of a particularly alluring equine gets her blood running, she just can't help it. Ultimately, she could have escaped the grasp of this insiduous suit several times now, in those moments when what-ever powers that be imbue it with it's wickedness seem to ebb, and the latex withdraws from her flesh. She might receive a few hours, maybe even a whole day of freedom from the rubbery prison, and yet she always returns to it in the end, is it subverting her free will, or is it merely Nymphe hiding just how deeply her perversions run?

Being PredBeing Prey	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Soft Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Digestion	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Fatality	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Reforming	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Endo	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Oral Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Unbirthing	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Cock Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Anal Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Unconventional Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Stretchy	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Food Related	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Rough	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Gentle	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Sex	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Pain	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Transformation	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Scat	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Disposal	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Watersports	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Bondage	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Magic	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Willing	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Unwilling	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Micro/Macro	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Same Size	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Male Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Female Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Herm Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Human Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Fur Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Scaly Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Plants	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Verbose Posts	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Quick Posts	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Whisper	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Public	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Private	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike

Nymphe

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