[Futa4A] GM (Playing as F & Futa)4A(playing M/Fb) A Game of Thrones - Femboy edition

Hi there, since you clicked on this post I'm assuming you too have an itch you want to scratch with the Game of Thrones setting, considering how much of a disaster the last season was. From global phenomenon to meme tier in a single season. Well, not a single season, but you know what I'm getting at here.

So, as the title suggests I'm looking for writing partners in the ASOIAF setting, but with a bit of a twiston it. Cutting straight to the chase, this idea stems from a post I ran into from another redditor on these hallowed grounds of DPP and futarp, and so I won't take all the credit for it. The basic story idea is we'll be following two arcs/characters. One for Jon Snow and another for Sansa Stark. We'll be starting at the very beginning with Eddard Stark leaving for Winterfell, and the storylines will divert from that point ever so slightly (I'll go into more detail on that later).

Ideally what I'm looking for here is a feminization arc for Jon Snow at the hands of multiple characters starting with Lady Catelyn Stark, all the way to being the bride for Queen Daenerys. We will be following the actual story in a rather linear preordained fashion, but there will be a branching route available in quite a lot of places, which will decide specific scenes, outcomes, character disposition and all that jazz.

For Sansa on the other hand, what I'm looking for is a femboy character who has been raised as a girl from a very young age by Lady Stark (as a bit of a fuck you to Eddard Stark for bringing a bastard into her house), and we will be following her adventures down the line as she interacts with characters like Cersei, Margaery and her prodigal sister Arya later on into the story.

I will be playing all the characters, aside from Jon and Sansa, describing the world and setting the scenes, though I would absolutely love to have a partner who is willing to pitch in with there own ideas. I do have a path set up already, which I would happily share with you (but I'd like to keep some details hidden as spoilers and surprise gotcha moments, but we'll get to that more as we discuss things further).

Kinks you can look forward to - Feminization, futa, sissy, incest, anal, copious amounts of cum, blowjobs, grooming, dressing up, femdom/futadom, public, sexual training, cum inflation, light bondage, pegging, dub con and possibly noncon, and more. None of these are set in stone, and we can omit or add more as we agree. The limits are the usual - gore, vore, bathroom stuff and anything of that sorts. Normally, I don't like adding the first scene in a post, since I don't want people jumping straight into the RP, but I'm making an exception here to showcase my writing skill, and just a taste of what you can look forward to-

A cold wind was a common thing in the North, for winter was a way of life and what better eschewed that fact than the words of the greatest house of the North. House Stark and 'Winter is Coming' were such iconic words that they trailed there ancestry all the way back to the days of yore when the men of iron had first come to this erstwhile land and the Old Gods still roamed it. But on this fateful day the cold breeze would cut through all who stood at the crossing on the King's road. A quick glance to the Southern route, would showcase the trail of what looked like a passing dust storm but was no more than the hubub created by the passing retinue of the King and all its wagonry.

Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North felt the cold wind on his face, and wondered once more what his choices on the day past would turn into. His father had always told him you reaped what you sow, and that it was a Lord's duty to see it through for better or for worse, but for the first time in a long time, he felt helpless as if he was just being tugged along by the stream of fate and all he could do was try not to try. He rubbed his face, as he looked at the men surrounding him until he finally found the one he was looking for.

Jon had grown into a fine young man, and from what he had heard from his staff, he showed the skills to become one of the greatest fighters of the age. Sure he would be no Ser Arther Dayne or a Jaimie Lannister, but in a different time he would have had a place among that hallowed ground. But fate had a different thing for him in mind, which was ironic as the boy had always lived a lie. A lie to keep him safe for sure, but a lie none the less.

He spoke, "Jon......." he was quiet for a moment and then continued, "Son. I know I promised I would not stand in your way or your choice to join the Night's Watch. For thousands of years, the House of Stark has manned the wall, and we still see a great honour in that duty unlike our Southern compatriots. But things have changed."

The horse he was riding threw its head, as it munched at some grass as he went on, "My duty as Warden has been called upon, and I have taken on a bigger one as called upon by my King. And while in my stead Robb would have ruled Winterfell, there has been some commotion along the eastern coast, and the Iron islanders seem to be on the move again. So he is going there personally to put it down once and for all. In the meantime, your moth..... Lady Stark will act as regent of Winterfell, and with my honorguard coming south with me, I need someone to stay close to her and to keep our home safe."

And that was one part of why he felt so troubled and out of depth. Catelyn had never liked Jon, so much so that she had refused to talk to him for a solid six months when he had brought him home at the end of the Rebellion. So the fact that she had particularly requested Jon was a surprise. But he had other things on his mind for now, and maybe he was just overthinking this. He put a hand on Jon's shoulder, as he said, "I promise, that this is no more than a small diversion and you can go take up the Black in a few months from now. In that time, I will probably be done with my duties in the South, and then we'll sit down as father and son and we will talk about your mother." Those would be the last words Jon would hear from his father as he and his retinue took the road south, and he took the one back to Winterfell.

Winterfell

Catelyn Stark paced the room, and had to physically control herself to ensure that she didn't reach out to check on the still comatose form of Bran, as she had been doing so since his fall. She wondered at the cruel tentacles of fate that had cursed her family so that in a single instant they had been ripped apart so easily. And for what? A southern squabble, as she swallowed the unreasonable fear she felt at the thought. Nothing good came from a Stark going to the South. She knew this first hand, and now not only had her husband gone South, so had her two beautiful daughters. Both Arya and Sansa were growing up fast, and she felt lost without her need to pamper them.

What was worse was that Robb was gone too, and just like that Edd had broken up her perfect little family. At first she had wanted to drown in the despair, but from the despair had grown a wicked tendril, a small root that she had not given much thought for a lot of years, for she had learned to live with it. She had never been able to accept that good, honest, loyal, honourable Eddard Stark would cheat on her with a Southern floozie but Jon Snow was a living, breathing, walking reminder of that. And she would change that. She was not willing to accept him as her son, but now that Edd had taken her two 'daughters' from her, she needed a new one.

Yes.

She ordered the guards that the moment the bastard showed up at the gates, he was to be sent to he chambers immediately. Oh she would get what she wanted.

No chats, DM's only please. I'd prefer to this play this out on discord, since its much easier to keep a track of the separate stories. I'm looking to hear back from you!