Nemo of Utopia

A Futa Chaos Space Marine Named Jessica Q Herriot, and her Mutant Felinid Sorceress vassal Nacre Sigil, get lost on a chaos world in the Screaming Vortex. Now they have to find a way to get back off the world and reunite with their ship the Deceitful Truth...

You are surfing the web when you come upon a Strange Add: "Experience any Videogame from the inside!" You click on the link, wondering what kind of scam this really is, and are directed to a list of genres, then from there you find a game you want to try. No sooner do you click on the link for that game than you find yourself inside the game in question! Now you have to live through the game you picked; or die trying... (And of course, this being CHYOA, have a ton of sex along the way...)

Vault 111 was a MISTAKE. Vault-Tec's plan to annihilate the population of the surface so they could conduct long-form experiments on social conditions in utterly unethical and TBH unscientific ways, (since by the inherent nature of humans as a self-aware species, such experimentation is utterly irreproducible and therefore can not provide probative data for scientific inquiry), then repopulate it with their own people and build a new technological civilization to conquer the stars using what they had learned: was doomed to fail even before it began, defeated by a combination of their utter incapability to ensure that the wastes above would be fully depopulated of humans in a swift and efficient manner, and the completely indomitable human spirit that steadfastly and resolutely has utterly refused to simply lay-down-and-die through untold eons of catastrophe after catastrophe. In essence, Vault-Tec's leadership drank way-the-hell-too-much of their own philosophical Kool-Aid about how the financially successful members of society have proven themselves superior by their very capitalist success, and therefore "the poors", would die of stupidity without the support and guidance of the social elite. Yeah, the only idiots in that situation were the employees of Vault-Tec.

As we all know gods have been dating mortals since the earliest of days, but what is comparatively new is that they are embracing the mortal practice of divorce. Unlike in many worlds, deities here have no need of worship, its useful to them in various ways, certainly, but their powers are inherent in who/what they are, they do not diminish because they cease to be worshiped and sacrificed to. Similarly, while some have ALEGED to be omnipotent, or omniscient, or similar, this doesn't make it so; and in fact, can hurt their reputations with both mortals and other gods when this is alleged but cannot be backed-up with real powers. "YHWH" has been an exception to this, but mostly because he has our worlds best and most devoted PR team working for him and really sold the Israelites on it very effectively then cut almost all direct communication with this world. Essentially, he's running the universe's best and longest lasting "long-con"/"pyramid scheme", guy makes Madoff look like a poser and chump. As said though, Goddesses are getting divorced, a lot of them. If you look at the behavior of gods from ancient times it's not even hard to see why: if Hera had any backbone, many of her modern followers will tell you, she'd have divorced Zeus literal eons ago. Well, emboldened by these new worshipers and their prayers to that effect, or about similar events in their own lives and seeing how they improve when they follow through, and don't when they don't; she HAS, and so have a large number of other truly divine\* women, \*(Literally)

The Back Rooms, a parallel reality of nightmares and chaos formed from the many forgotten memories of humans, (and others), passing through "Liminal Spaces", those areas that serve no real purpose, except for perhaps connecting point A to point B, in the lives of humanity. While many levels of "The Back Rooms" are relatively well known, and already include a couple of hotels, Hotel Californication isn't one of them. However, it is one of the few places where you can Enter The Back Rooms directly from "reality" without passing through the notorious Level 0, and its other horrors, and, even more importantly, one of the ONLY versions of The Back Rooms that you can both ENTER, and then, subsequently, LEAVE back into the normal world. (How did you THINK all of that information about the place was getting out...?) Just beware, while there are several stories to the hotel and its a zone of comparative normalcy in the horrors of that nightmare realm, (other than the huge amounts of barely-concealed sex happening everywhere in the hotel), once you leave, either into our world or the rest of the back rooms; you can never come back unless invited, and if you entered from The Back Rooms, you can't leave it into the normal world again: it's not a true "Exit" from The Back Rooms, just a meeting point between there and regular reality: half-in-and-half-out at the same time. You also can't find it if you go looking for it, if you're destined to visit; it appears wherever it needs to be in order for IT to find YOU... So, weather Back-Rooms "insider" or "outsider": Enjoy your stay, and remember; in The Back Rooms, few things are solely what they appear to be at first glance...

It has been two years since the Defeat of Pitch Black at the hands of his own Nightmares. A Year Ago Jack Frost found himself in the realm of Arendell and fell in love with the beautiful Queen Elsa: and she with him. They have even discovered a reliable way to move back and forth between their two worlds! But something is about to go horribly wrong in Elsa's world, and when they make an emergency exit the couple find themselves trapped in still a third world with no way for either of them to get home... This world is thousands of years in the past, right in the middle of the last major glacial advance of the last ice age. Two masters of ice, trapped in an ice age: a piece of cake right? It might be: if EITHER of them knew the FIRST THING about wilderness survival... Can their relationship withstand the strain? Read the story to find out!

You are an adventurer, with longstanding obligations to the Adventurer's Guild of the Queensland of Lore. You are being asked to enter the Labyrinth of Ambuscade, a deadly dungeon from which few return, but those who do come back rich beyond the dreams of kings. Your family has been given exclusive rights to this treasure trove, but it is perilous beyond reckoning, so exploiting it will be the work of generations. Sire or bear children during the downtime segments between 'adventures' to continue the story when your current character dies and invest the gold and gems you bring back in expanding your family's castle built atop the entrance to the Labyrinth to give those children training which gives them the best chances to succeed where 'you' failed. You start out by picking a character from the top list to begin the game as, each time your character 'dies': or at least doesn't come back for about 20 years, there ARE conditions in the story where the current heir can run into and rescue their distant/not-so-distant ancestor(s): their son or daughter starts a new delve into the Labyrinth of Ambuscade, perhaps ending up dead as well or perhaps at last reaching the fabled Glade of the Gloaming where grows the Tree of Immortality whose magical fruit grants eternal life to those who eat it. Not all characters are created equal, in some respects: Female characters, due to the difficulty and risks of having children in those cases and the shier deadliness of the dungeon, start with three daughters to carry on after them, males by contrast do not start with any heirs, they have to create them the old fashioned way. (Inspired by other stories on this site, the Pathfinder Role Playing Game System and the video-game Rogue Legacy.)

A wierd magician with actual magic power but no real training tries to summon "Dracula". He succeeded, badly...

A woman awakens in a small enclosed space not much larger than her body, with no real memories and no idea why she's there. From this dark beginning, she must rise to power as a necromancer and build herself a city-state of undead and necromancy, preparing for the day when the kingdom of Marvis will attack in : and only by capturing their army and holding it safely hostage till they sign a treaty binding them to respect her cities sovereignty can she ensure her peoples freedom and survival.

The United Federation of Civilizations is a grand alliance of various national units scattered throughout the known galaxy, and it is ever expanding. Worlds join many ways, colonization/terraforming is the most common, followed by a treaty of permanent union, but the third is conquest. However, thats not really germain to this story, this story is about the colonization of Dacien Primaris, and what happens in the course of that process.

In the world of Aftropocks, there are only human women or robots. [Which also are ninety-percent female in look, thought, and dress.] OR 'tentacle monsters'. A human 'queen' may have no more than six daughters in her lifetime, and that only if she is incredibly lucky, but can give birth to HUNDREDS of 'tentacle monsters' for such pregnancies magically take only 12 hours out of a single day. The tentacle monsters will serve their Mother-Queen for 14 years, then leave to finish maturing and find a woman to mate with of their own. There is also a 5 to 50% Chance [depending on type] that any adult tentacle monster that mates with a human woman will 'bond' to her and become her loyal as long as she has sex with him and carries his offspring at least once every 28 days... All tentacle monsters are quasi-sapient, but very stupid, except a handful of breeds. [Which mostly are hideously intelligent, far smarter than most humans.] This tells you all you need to know to start the game, for you are a recently turned 18 Human 'Queen', sent by your mother out into the wilderness with six robots to found a new colony...

It's time for a birthday party for my Sub GF; I'm writing this story to store her CHYOA paths for tasks she's to do to 'earn her chocolate'...

You are a brand new god, you have been born on the world of Davnosa. Your mission is to see your pantheon well established and dominant, while living a life worthy of legends...

Author's Note: I understand that one can get very engrossed in the story and forget to hit that little 'thumbs up' LIKE button, but if you do, when you get to the end of a storyline: please go back and do it then, because the likes I receive are a big part of what motivates me to keep writing. Also, if you are going to Favorite the story I would ask that you do the same: 'Favorites' are nice, but 'Likes' give a better indication of what the readers are grooving on and where I'm not doing so good... Description: The world of Ærþ (AErth) things are basically the same as in our own world: except magic really exists, can be studied by employing the Scientific Method, and has evolved right alongside more conventional technology. (And sometimes intermixed with it.) In this world anyone can use magic, and most do, (Basic non-harmful spells like Mage Hand and Prestidigitation are taught in High School "Thaumataulogy" classes,) but, like higher math, few people are smart enough to be GREAT at it. The protagonist of this story is a student at one of America's top schools for magery: The Miriam Godwin Academy Of Magic. Though originally an all girls school such as Rathclif and Vassar, like most institutions of higher learning it has become a mixed gender campus. However, again like the other ivy league women's schools, a majority of the student body remains female. The protagonist is a student finishing thier first semester, and at the start of the story is about to take their final exam in "Summoning and Binding Transdimensional Entities 101": summoning their first Familiar... The story then takes a turn for the erotic, as the familiar they summon is somehow extremely sexual in nature. Hilarity, drama, and a lot of sexual situations and fucking ensues...

A young man inherits a farm on an island off the coast of Ireland from a distant relative: when he arrives he discovers that there is already someone living there, an enchanting young woman with red hair and green eyes. He is instantly smitten, but soon discovers that she's a witch! He was raised Catholic, witches serve the devil, so his faith tells him: but how can someone so innocent and pure be a servant of Satan?

Four colege age girls in an old Lincoln Station Wagon crash into your fence one rainy day in early spring. When you discover that they've been living out of the car you offer to let them live with you if they help out rebuilding the old farm you've inherited. However nothing here is what it first appears, the car is not a car, the girls aren't in their early twenties, and your new house is not just any rural Victorian farmhouse nor is the land it sits on just any old farm... Soon you find yourself asked to shoulder a burden you're not really ready for, and having to balance between the demands of the mundane world, and something: ELSE.

Once in every generation, one member of the male line of the Sexton family is afflicted with a strange condition: their lips and tongue suddenly taste sweeter than, (and almost as intoxicating as,) fine red wine to any woman who can be sexually attracted to men who is not a close blood relative if he willingly kisses her. Not only that but any woman who has ever tasted a red wine and liked it can SMELL their intoxicating mouth from up to half a league away when the wind is in the right quarter and other conditions are favorable and are almost inexorably drawn to it... Sounds like a blessing, not a curse, right? Yeah, um, angry husbands, boyfriends, and fathers: priests who claim you're consorting with Satan, having random women chase you down the street and try to seduce you, not to mention the ones that are angry if you ARENT willing to kiss them and give them the perfect wine kiss they've been wanting...? Oh, and did we mention that marriage is problematic because kissing your wife on the mouth will get her drunk? Makes establishing romantic connections for carrying on the lineage difficult, because there's another side to the curse: if one of the afflicted Sextons has intercourse with someone who cannot fully consent they immediately become violently ill with fever, chills, and severe nausea for at least a week...

Two-Thousand-Twenty-Four: the year of The Waning. At the dawn of Chinese New Year a dark miracle begins: from this day forward every man and woman on earth becomes infertile, crops will not grow, and all wild animals become suicidally hostile and aggressive toward humans. For the next 25 years we study the problem frantically even as the world collapses into anarchy and mass rioting as everyone starves, and at last discover the answer: Gaia has had enough of our shit. She has revoked all her blessings from us, taring the whole human race with a really big brush. But, at the same time that we crack the mystery, we also discover something else: a way to pass beyond the infinitely thin barrier between parallel universes. In desperation we export most of the Ninety Million survivors of the world population onto alternate Earths, but though crops will now grow for them and the animals don't attack on sight, they all remain infertile... Until we meet the natives. As it turns out, humans are still fertile as long as one partner is NOT Human. Before the dawn of the 22nd century the human race has recovered, but there are fewer and fewer humans left. The new generation are all half-breeds with various fantasy and sci-fi races from alternate earths: half-orcs, half-elves, half-Vulcans, half-demons, half-vampires, half-ogren, half-morlocks, etc, etc... The Protagonist is a young half breed, trying to make their way on their home-world as an agent of Imperial Terra. One of their parents was a pure-strain human, the other was: Something ELSE. Recently Turned 18, they are about to embark on sex filled a Science Fantasy adventure!

Imagine for a moment, that the DC universe is REAL, costumed crusaders really fight crime, the Joker really is one of the worst domestic terrorists in history and so on. And then, for reasons unknown, someone or something finds a button marked "factory reset mark 1,000,000,000,000" right next to a little switch in the engine of reality marked "plot armor field generator": presses the button and then FLIPS THE SWITCH TO "OFF"...

Earth; Beta-2170: It has been two hundred years since the appearance of the Ultrabeasts, titanic monsters not wholly unlike the Kaiju of Japanese Films. In that time both civilization and religion have collapsed, and the people turned in their place to worshiping the Ultrabeasts. Most of these monsters are vaguely similar to titanic dinosaurs, but a few resemble other types of prehistoric monsters. The Ultrabeasts are sapient, but not especially intelligent, kind of like teenagers... Though not as inventive as humans they are very clever, and tougher than anything else alive. They also are magical, they can change the size of any part of their body to a certain degree and even shrink down to be proportional to a human, among other tricks. Now you, a young woman of scarce 18 years, have chosen to mate with your region's Ultrabeast, slaking its lust to prevent its rage and win its blessing for yourself and your people...