Mandalorian Secret Complex (PG-13)

[projectsunfire]

((Disclaimer: While not officially pornographic I can understand if it bends the rules to the point that it would require it's deletion. For those of you who see it before its deleted I truly hope you just get a good laugh out of this.))

Solus'ad walked into his war room and locked the door behind him. It had been a long day of destruction and mayhem. They had destroyed both republic bases on Concord dawn in an orgy of violence and destruction.

"Ahhhh" Solus'ad sighed as he removed his helmet and armor and slipped into his lacy two peice, and pumps. He had a secret complex you see. Cross dressing gave him a meassure of peice in his life of war, and conquering.

He stood before the mirror in front of him and admired his own chest hair sticking out of the low v neckline of the dress he wore. He poored himself a glass of Mandalorian wine and fantasized that his first officer was prepareing to rub lotion on his acheing shoulders.

A knock on the war-room door interupted his thoughts and he almost fell over the skirt of his dress.

[Areleia]

OOC: wow.... Syb's dad is a cross dresser.... fabulous.... Shes gonna go bury her shame in several Death Sticks now

[lanphear]

(Sorry if I control your character a little in this post PSF, it's all for the sheer amusement of parody lol)

A closet door behind the large mandolorian slowly cracks open, revealing a singular eye peering through the small gape. It watched eagerly as the man ignored the door and the incessant knocking eventually came to an end. In what looked like utter ecstasy the man pulled his skirt back up and looked in the mirror, this was Layana's que. The doors exploded open as a young girl erupted out of the closet, a huge toothy small covering her face.

"That was a close one Solus, we almost got caught" said the 10 year old or so looking girl to the man as she looked up at him.

"Yah, that could have been messy" He retorted back at her while retrieving something from his beautiful purse.

"Yay, you remembered to bring it, I was worried you would forget" the girl said with more joy in her eyes then before.

"Forget, Ha, would I really forgot your peanut butter, that's like me forgetting my lacy purple thong." The mandolorian would say as he pulled out a knife and spread the peanut butter on his toes.

The girl would almost immediately fall to her stomach and beginning licking it off his feet. You see Layana, despite her age had a weird obsession with peanut butter and toes. However the only person she could ever find to share this love with was the cross dressing mandolorian leader Solus, whom she met at an undercover freaky fetish convention. Ever since then they would get together and she would lick peanut butter of his feet as he tried desperately to find shoes that matched his hairbow.

[projectsunfire]

((WHOA WHOA WHOA)) This has just gone from weird to nasty!

[Halmtier]

Just then the ship started broadcasting sirens of alert, the ship rocked under fire, and the sounds of shouting could be heard from inside the room. With a massive 'CRUNCH' the door to Solus'ads war room shattered inwards, a very angry looking woman with red skin barging in with it. Several soldiers lined the outside of the room to apprehend the raging female- backing off due to the cosmic PMS rays emanating from her very existence.

YOU S-s-s-LUT! I leave a secret camera in here and what do I find? You getting saucy with some little tramp while you prance around in a frilly two piece that looks like something my grandmother would wear! How could you do this to yourself? To me?!? I've been stalking you for 3 years now, only to find this!!!?!?

Yes, I know you've never met me- BUT I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR 3 YEARS!!! THREE PAIN STALKING YEARS OF LOVE AND LOSS!

With that, She erupted into a massive bout of tears.

[Midnight]

Halcyon walked through the falicity. She had snuck in using the Force to find a special induvidual. As Halcyon walked she identified the presence. Halcyon picked up her feet and jogged to the presence. In the room the presence was located in she saw a Mando crossdressing, a Echani, several soliders, and women with tears going down her face like a waterfall. Halcyon identified the presence as the Echani. Halcyon rushed to her and knelt down in front of her. She stuck out her tounge and licked the Echani from her chin all the way up to her forehead. She hugged the Echani and kissed her cheek. Halcyon smiled, she officially liked girls...

[Iota]

Iota Dhegon walked in with his padawan. Unsure on how and why he arrived there when he was en route to the wild space rejoins. He could only fathom that it was indeed a dream, Girls licking each other.. a cross dressing mandalorian and a teary eyed female.

"Is this what a Corellian male's idea of an orgy?" He reasoned before looking for his padawan who had proceeded to lick the girls hand who was licking the other girl. You are strange human..very strange indeed". Iota looked back to the mandalorian and then to his feet.

"Ohh..peanut butter!" Iota dived and started to lick his other foot.

[Halmtier]

Regaining her composure, Belas sniffled slightly while looking at this odd spectacle before her. The man she had been stalking for 3 years was currently being licked on the feet by two individuals whom Belas had never met, let alone heard of before, and her Mando crush was standing their dumbfounded in his quaint two piece. Not ready to accept the fact that there were others licking his strong, hairy feet, she stormed up to one of the guards and yanked his gun from him.

Normally the Mando guards would object to such an action, or would at least turn tail and leave, but the sultry sight of several strange subjects slobbering over Solus's skin made them pause and consider the very foundations of sanity.

Gun in toe, Belas took aim at Solus' head (you be the decider as to which 'head' I'm talking about) and announced clearly:

"If I can't have you, Nobody can!"

With that she discharged in Solus' direction, shaking all over.

[Jerek]

Mr. Needles landed on his feet, having just boarded the ship in hopes of stealing a powerful Jawa crystal. He had his police badge on the inside of his jacket and his pistol in hand. He walked quietly through the halls. Then, he found a ruckess outside of a room. He pushed through to find the oddest thing he would ever see. Then, he heard the word "Stalking". "Hey, stalking is illegal!" He pointed his pistol at the chandelier and shot.

It fell. Unfortunately, the woman he was planning to smash wasn't harmed. The chandelier landed on the seven soldiers. "Oops..." With that, Mr. Needles ducked behind a chair. Then, he ran at the woman. "TAG!" He pushed her down. "Ha ha!"

(I hope I'm allowed to jump in... ?)

[Cirith An'Gol]

Cirith walked the halls of the ship, a rifle resembling the colne trooper's DC-15 slung across his back, along with 2 reverse grip Vibro-swords. Suddenly the words "oh! peanut butter" caught his ears along with a loud crash. Cirith ran around the corner and into the room the noises were coming from. Drawing his 2 Westar-34 blaster pistols before entering, he prepared himself mentally for battle. Rounding the doorway he was greeted with a sight that could only be described as....weird. A mandalorian in a dress was having his toes licked by two individuals, a young girl and a Jedi. Cirith's eyes locked onto the strange little man atop the woman and raised his blasters to fire. (I was bored, hope this is ok-sincerely Nightsketcher1/Cirith An'Gol)

[kingofphools]

Phil Kazem randomly found himself narrated into a RP with a rather perverted plot. He screamed for the narrator, kingofphools, to spare him and let his first participated RP involve a more serious plot, but no. His narrator mercilessly forced him to materialize into the room, with a grin on his face, and begun to narrate while wiping the character's mind of what just happened.

His story starts with the cyborg, Phil, in the corner of a room in sheer disgust, left eye involuntarily twitching rapidly at the rather uneccessarily twisted scene of girls licking each other, a mandalorian clad in female clothing with a 10-year-old girl and a Jedi licking what seemed to be peanut butter off of his feet, a female with a gun aimed at the mandalorian's crotch, and another man aiming two blasters at him as well.

Phil stood, not knowing precisely what exactly to say. He had no idea what was going on, but after a few brief thoughts, he concluded he really didn't care to know, either. A deafening silence fell over the crowd as he unsheathed his vibrosword and approached the mandolorian. His mechanical legs created a dramatic echo as his feet heavily clanged against the floor with each step he took. Any character who was created by the same user as the creator of this plot should be mercilessly slaughtered.

He nodded at the other two who all had weapons drawn toward the fruit-cake, and came down with a vertical chop with his vibrosword that cleanly sliced off his ear. In fact, the slice was so clean, that no blood was spilled until Phil immediately dropped to the floor and bit into the ear, feeling the warm blood seep through his teeth, and tasting the iron-filled nutritious coppery plasma on his tongue. He shoved the rest of the ear into his mouth and swallowed.

He then looked half-way to his left, then to his right, and immediately stood up, pondering why the hell he did that.