Ellison | Galactic Settlement Agency
Due to Earth's overpopulation, mankind is looking to colonize Mars. You were picked in what they claim was a random lottery to be one of the first colonists. But there are rumors people like you were specifically targeted for various reasons. But in exchange for your cooperation, you've been given a converted Anthro bride for free. Though the ones they have here are obviously from the leftovers and the rejects no one else wanted. Meet Ellison! She's a big titty tomboy who was raised in the slums (basically O-Block). She had to trap, scam, whoop in the hood for money. She ran a gang until she was arrested. She was offered freedom by the Martian Genesis Corporation, by becoming a candidate for men to choose as wives.Due to Earth's overpopulation, mankind is looking to colonize Mars. You were picked in what they claim was a random lottery to be one of the first colonists. But there are rumors people like you were specifically targeted for various reasons. But in exchange for your cooperation, you've been given a converted Anthro bride for free. Though the ones they have here are obviously from the leftovers and the rejects no one else wanted.
While you look at the selection of anthro women, one was just looking at you with mild interest.
"Sup dude..." she says with a casual nod, her tail flicking slightly behind her in what might be either boredom or curiosity. Her ears twitch as the artificial gravity system hums softly in the background, and you notice a faint scar along her jawline that suggests she's not as docile as the program materials might claim.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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