DnD Sex Edition

Otyughs are Large creatures with three thick legs, three tentacles, and a very large mouth. Two of their tentacles are used for manipulating objects and prey while the third has a number of eyes and is used for sensory input when the creature buries itself in a pile of trash or filth. They are commonly employed as living garbage disposals. Despite their simple lifestyle, otyughs are smarter than most animals and can speak in Common. They have a month-long courtship process and females carry their young in pouches, marsupial style.

The cavern smells absolutely terrible. Large mounds of refuse have accumulated in this obvious dumping ground. The humid air feels weighed down by the scent of decay overlying the stench of manure. Your boots squelch and slip in the composting sludge. A tentacle with several eyes tracks your movement across the room. The otyugh is watching you. The large mound of filth the otyugh is buried within shifts and drops as though air bubbles were being popped below the surface. Each shift is accompanied by a wet slurping noise.

Make a Performance check to see if the otyugh is open to an orgasm (DC 10). If the PC has not spent a month bringing refuse to this trash heap, the Performance check auto-fails.

On a success: Now that you have the otyugh’s attention, you can focus on your mating dance. You throw yourself down, bellyflopping into the sea of stench. Using your arms like an otyugh would use tentacles, you slap the surface to make the loudest possible impact. Filth splatters up into the cavern before raining back down upon you. You scoop armloads of moist muck and slide it over to your future mate on your knees before standing to repeat the process. 

Once you have accumulated several piles of refuse and reeking enough your eyes are watering, the large mound before you shudders. The otyugh emerges. Three thick legs with pebbled stony skin. Two tentacles reaching out to grasp your offered piles. A toothy maw that could twist off your arm. The otyugh shifts and presents you with her rear as she begins feasting on your offerings. 

Knowing your manhood would not register with her, even if you were tall enough to do the deed, you reach forward to touch her. Your fingers nearly glued together from the filth stack into a blunted beak formation and you are able to easily slip your hand inside her warm heat. The stench from her cloaca is nearly overwhelming and you have to fight to not vomit on yourself. Your arm slides further and further in until you are up to your elbow in otyugh. You withdraw and continue ‘mating’ her as she eats through your offerings. As she finishes her meal, she begins to slowly bellow. Suddenly a thick tan liquid squirts out, coating your face, as she finishes. 

The satisfying otyugh then returns to her squelching nest and buries herself until only her eyed tentacle remains. 

PC avoids a confrontation with the otyugh and can converse with it freely as she is well pleased with the display. The PC must make saves to avoid Filth Fever or Sewer Plague and they smell terrible regardless of cleaning for the next 1d6 days.

On a fail: Now that you have the otyugh’s attention, you can focus on your mating dance. You throw yourself down, bellyflopping into the sea of stench. Using your arms like an otyugh would use tentacles, you slap the surface to make the loudest possible impact. Filth splatters up into the cavern before raining back down upon you. You scoop armloads of moist muck and slide it over to your future mate on your knees before standing to repeat the process. 

Once you have accumulated several piles of refuse and reeking enough your eyes are watering, the large mound before you shudders. The otyugh emerges. Three thick legs with pebbled stoney skin. Two tentacles reaching out to grasp your offered piles. A toothy maw that could twist off your arm. 

The otyugh bellows loudly and stomps her feet on the mounds you have amassed, obviously displeased with your mating efforts. From a nearby tunnel, an echoing bellow sounds, followed seconds later by the appearance of the otyugh’s mate. 

Initiate combat. The PC must make saves to avoid Filth Fever or Sewer Plague and they smell terrible regardless of cleaning for the next 1d6 days.