/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

>Secret Option 6: Do it Saturday

I look between the blushing wan and the smugly grinning Kakuen. It feels like I've been stirring this option around in my head for a week. Get lewd with Chloe on some dank grass, or take the test and get lewd with Ms. Alexis? Surely I can have my cake and eat it too, right? We just need to reschedule!

I thrust my hands into my pockets and dribble my lips, trying to find the best way to phrase it. "Tommorow's like, a really important test and I don't wanna sleep in so… How about saturday?"

Chloe's tail flits about a bit, a sour and embarassed expression crossing her features. She hides herself from the grease monkey, fanning her paw in front of her lips and casting her eyes aside with a tint on her dusky cheeks.

"No go on that, sweet stuff. Tommorow I've got a party to go to. They got this awesome new vinyl I gotta try out with a bowl. Maybe you and Chloe can come? The minute I see you with a bowl in your mouth or a condom on, I'll fix your car lickety split." She offers, her tail mischeviously flicking back and forth with cute little curls.

"A-Alright, stop teasing him! We'll be there." Chloe steps up and grabs my wrist, pushing her little stubby fingers into my palm. Her fluff tickles my skin pleasantly, and her pads are smoother than an animals from lack of abuse.

I look at her, she's completely red now. The feeling of our hands touching, and in public, must be mortifying for a young girl. She keeps pushing it, our fingers interlace and she cuddles her side up against me. At least if she grabbed my crotch the adrenalien would take away some of the awkward, not with this though. Just, raw fluster.

"Aaaalriiight!" She draws out, pumping her fist and pulling up her top a little to expose her pierced navel. "It's gonna be dope, you two are in for a fuckin' ride!"

Chloe and I unlatch and get in the car with plans apparently made.The Kakuen shuts my hood and waves as we back out and head down the road in the rumbling rustbucket.

"I guess I'll just take you home now." I say, turning in that direction once we leave the odd neighborhood.

"Yeah."

Suddenly, I feel something touch my thigh. I look down for a split second, noticing the big black blurr of her puffy paw against my leg before I'm forced to pay attention to the road again. She rests her arm atop mine, leaning in my direction against the awkward curve of the bucket seat. "Can you come over tomorrow?" She squeezes down urgently, then looks out the window.

"Uhh, I dunno… Why?" I shift my knees together, what's she touching me for? It's really distracting, my heart's pumping like crazy- thank god the roads are empty.

"Dunno, just, since the test will be over, maybe we can really hang out, right?"

I nod, "Yeah, tommorow's it. Then it's the weekend…" I usually have nothing to do and just play games and use dad's computer, so it's really weird to have something planned. It still bugs me a little, like something's out of place.

"So, come over…" She says hopefully, looking straight at me. I can see her in the corner of my eye, the road of her street fast approaching.

"You want me to pet you again, huh?"

She cracks a nervous smile and scoffs in a heightened pitch, taking her hand off my thigh and leaning back in her chair as we pull up to the driveway. "Maybe, maybe more." The loud clunk of the car door being unlocked and opened follows, she steps out and shuts it with another bang. Then, she confidently strides around the car and gives me a sidelong look of embarassed hope, waving on her way to her door.

I think she likes me.

When I get home, I have one thing on my mind. I didn't just literally blueballs myself out of a potential threesome to miss out on snake cloaca. I'm gonna fucking study! I rush upstairs, but stop at a familiar voice.

"Yeah, welcome home, asshole!" My dad calls from his chair.

"I'm home!" I mockingly call back to him, slamming my door shut and pulling out the book I borrowed from Chloe. The final stand is tommorow and I need a big refresher. No games, no jacking off, just study.

I sit at my desk with the lamp on as the daylight fades away, question after question passing flawlessly. I'm filled with confidence by my recollection of worthless knowledge. What year was this shitty convention? What's it stand for? How many syllables were in the speech? I could answer all this while getting a handjob in less than ten seconds.

Soon, I drift off at my table, and after realizing how damn tired I am, I settle into my bed.

In the morning, my father invites me to the breakfast table before I drive to school for a spot of cereal and a chat.

"So how's school?" He asks, prodding his cereal with a fork.

"Fine." I mutter.

"How's uh, Charlie?"

"Charlie?" I ask.

"Uhh, Corynthia, Chlorine…" He waves his spoon around inquistively, raising his brows.

"You mean Chloe?"

"Yeah, the shitty wan. How's she? You've been gone a lot lately and I want to make sure you haven't gotten her pregnant yet."

I spit my milk back into the bowl and clear my throat. "W-We haven't done anything like that…"

"Hmph, well let me give you some advice in case you do, bud. The secret to pulling out is finishing with your hand, never needed a rubber all my life. If push comes to bump, you've got stairs, vacuum cleaner, and coat hanger. If those three fail, domestic violence is your nuclear launch option."

"Dad, what the fuck?!"

"Hey! Watch yer fuckin' language. This is premium advice, I wish I tried option 4…" He stifles a laughter, impaling his wheat 'o's on the prods of his fork and bringing the soggy snacks to his shadowed lips. He bursts into laughter, "I'm kidding! I'm kidding, come on. Lighten up a little, will ya? You were like this last year, never could take a joke. You going through some sort of phase?"

I shake my head. "Nah, just being told you're not wanted isn't that funny."

"Oh, fuck off…" He mumbles, "I wouldn't trade the world for you, believe me I could've gotten rid of you seven hundred times now. The humor's in the depression, learn to laugh in death's face now, or you'll hang yourself and he'll laugh at you- like skeletor, just to add insult to injury."

I nod, somehow it makes sense in a twisted, overdone way. "Ahuh…"

"Yeah well, you know if you ever need anything you can ask your old man, right?"

"Sure." I shovel some more food into my mouth and scowl. This fucking guy I swear…

He sips the milk out of his bowl, setting it down with a clang and standing up to grab his jacket. "Aaalright, I'm off to my non-descript office job. Enjoy your non-descript schooling, and scratch Chloe below the tail. She'll love it." He gives me a raunchy flash of his teeth and a click as he winks twice, and we head our separate ways.

I drive to school, park, and head inside to my locker. It's still horribly defaced, but luckily still cleaned out from the last time. I hear a distinct, bitchy laughter behind me and turn my head to see Courtney and friends swaying past. Fucking whores.

"Heeeey~" A familiar voice calls out, drawing me to the right. I shut my locker with a start, seeing the beautiful face of a pale girl in school uniform. Unlike most girls, she wears the long version of the skirt usually reserved for winter and implements the school's jacket.

Before I can really get a good look at her, she steps toward me and puts her hands on my chest. Her soft, painted fingers grip my hoodie like fucking bike-handles. She shoves me into the locker and buries her nose into my neck, completely stunning me in place.

"W-What the..?" I grab her shoulders and push her back a little, but she descends on me.

She brings her lips to my ear by burrowing her face into my hood, our faces and bodies awkwardly pressed together and her breath hot on my lobe. "Mmn, Seeeth~. I can't wait to catch you alone today, I'm going to give you a nice, long time to think about your bullying when I'm edging you for three hours in the boys' bathroom. I'll be watching for you between periods so, don't drink too much chocolate milk, 'kay?" She steps back, winks, giggles, and skips away with her long, black hair flowing.

I lay scared and horny against my locker, taking in deep breaths and pursing my lips. What the fuck is wrong with this school?

1st period, 2nd, and 3rd are as easy as ever. I ignore all 3 of them. The only period on my mind is after lunch, where I take that fucking test! I'm not anxious, I'll ace it for sure, I'm just really excited about my reward. Now that lunch has rolled around, time'll pass a bit faster. Who to sit with…

>1) Eat with Chloe

>2) Eat with Hellen

>3) Bully Courtney

>4) Eat with Siyuki

>5) Bully Siyuki

>6) Eat alone like a loser

>7) Eat with the real spaghetti shady, no homo.

>>295544

You know what? Let's try eating with Hellen. We probably shouldn't take any bullying-related options because they might somehow lead to us being stuck in the principal's or dean's office during when we're supposed to take the test. Also, we can maybe pay Hellen to help drive our molestors away.

>>295545

We could try this, extending an olive branch of sorts.

But above all else we need to ensure we aren't alone before, during, or after lunch. It is of vital importance we make it to our test on time, early if possible.

>>295558

Yeah that ain't happening, we have debt we needed to resolve, now, prepare for a hearing from "Hellen" on behalf of Gilda. Watch it unfold, but yeah let try to.tone down the pain.

>>295544

We should talk with Gilda about the debt, see if we can work something out AFTER the test.

And also we need to remember that Hellen is indebted to Gilda as well, and Gilda might at one point call on her to "persuade" us to pay up or else, and I doubt Hellen would have any qualms since we aren't exactly friends.

Siyuki clearly doesn't understand the situation. She thinks Seth is the only one that's been bullying. Meanwhile in reality, we've been dealing with Hellen, and Courtney not only started it by threatening Chloe, but has been trying to give as good as she gets. Wouldn't surprise me if Courtney's the one the sicced Siyuki on us. She needs to know she's being used as a pawn, but it'll have to wait. Gilda could send Hellen after us, and we need to see if we can clear that up diplomatically through Hellen before Gilda sends her to shakedown Seth. Can't be in the nurse's office when we should be taking the test. Bonus points for getting Hellen to escort us to the test and convincing Gilda that the reason payment has been late is because we've been dealing with Courtney's bullying. Hellen will stop Siyuki, and Gilda may have leverage that can get Courtney to stop.

>>295544

2

>>295544

>>2) Eat with Helga

>>295544

>not doing the spaghetti option

We're chocolating her.

Now. Chocolate milk time.

>>295543

>or a condom on

>a condom on

>condom on

>condom

CONDOM USE IS MURDER

Anyway, option 2

>>295544

Eat with Chloe, and further our bonds of spaghetti.

>>295544

I'm going to pick the only NON-cucked option here and choose 7

Option 2

>>295706

Fuck! Forgot to sage!

>>295675

>>295673

Seven

>>295607

>>295673

>>295706

Don't forget to sage

2

>>295544

2, I want to see more of Hellens cute side

>2) Eat with Hellen

I shouldn't forget my biggest problems amidst my shenanigans, Hellen. She's working with Gilda, whether of her own free will or not, and could seriously squeeze the debt out of me with one hand behind her back.

I get in line and go through the motions of claiming my meal, then head to the table I saw her last. She's sitting with the sports-inclined, big girls and their boyfriends. "Hey, Hellen."

She looks over her shoulder, her ponytail swaying and bobbing through the air. "Oh, hey." She says with a hint of excitement behind a thin veneer of disinterest. "What do you want, Seth?"

"Just wanted to eat with you again. Wanna head upstairs?"

Her friends look at me like I'm insane, mocking brows and sneers all around the table. Yet, they're silent. They turn to Hellen completely, waiting for her answer with a dollop of curiosity.

"Sure." She affirms to their surprise, grabbing her tray and standing up to follow me. They mutter some insults and confused questions to themselves, disbelief and heckling following suit, but the details meld into the crowd of the lunchroom.

We go upstairs and pick an empty table where we can have some privacy. We both set our trays down and get our food ready. Helga stares at her tray and picks at the food, subtly shooting me glances at relatively infrequent intervals.

"Well?" She asks, "What is it? Are you just going to sit there and stare at me?" Her tone is impatient and judgemental, rhetorically urging me to hurry up with our business.

"Are you gonna keep bullying me?"

"What?"

"Well, I mean, there was the bathroom thing and then you just sorta stopped beating me up." I keep my voice low and the subject vague, hinting at her with my expression.

Her hot skin glows with embarrassed recognition. She shakes her head, that little tail of hair bouncing back and forth. "I'unno. Maybe, depends if you keep pissing me off. Since you're apparently one of Gilda's buddies, I doubt it. Can't make any money off you, and you'll snitch like a little bitch if I mess you up, won't you?" She quirks a brow, taunting me with a resting bitch face.

"Hey, I don't snitch. I deal with problems head-on." I say, pointing to my chocolate milk. "Principal's worthless anyway… Funny, but worthless."

Hellen smiles just a bit, pulling her tray aside and looking at her fork. "Yeah, you're kinda cool like that. I heard about all the shit you've pulled off, Courtney's ripping her hair out and teachers aren't even involved. I like people who can do shit for themselves."

"Yeah… So we're uh, cool?" I ask tentatively.

"Whatever." She shrugs, impaling her meal with her fork and tentatively slipping it into her mouth.

Is that a yes? "I'd appreciate it, I've been having a bit of trouble with multiple girls lately. My car got fucked up, my locker got trashed, and I don't need to get beaten within an inch of my life on top of it all."

As she pulls the fork from her mouth, she nods. "I'll think on it." A sly smile takes the context to a joke. Her hand, poised with the fork pointed toward me, begins to slip on its leisurely hold. The utensil slides through her fingers with a shine of metal, plummeting down into her lap and onto the floor with a barely audible clatter. She doesn't look down at it, she doesn't try to catch it, she just stares at me. "Aren't you gonna get that?"

"What?" I lean back in the bench and look under the table slightly, seeing the glint of the metal conveniently on my side.

"My fork, I dropped it. Get it for me." She says, her commanding gaze overlayed by curious, playful inquisition and wonder.

I don't see any reason why not, so I turn a bit and wiggle myself through the bench and the table to snag the fork. Just when I can feel the metal, there's a long scrape. I check under the table again, the glint of metal just visible through the low light pouring in from the other side. Now, the fork rests under her shoe.

Once my attention is entirely underneath the table, Hellen parts her knees and grinds on the fork. I'm an unwitting witness to the fold and crease of her undergarments, her hands joining in to lift her skirt a little higher. The canopy of cloth no longer obscures the pure color of her white undergarments, thin and skimpy- with a little pink stylization of a cat on the mound.

"Find it yet~?" She asks breathily from above, grinding the fork with her foot.

"Uh… It's on your side now." I reply, mustering every sense of nerve in my body to keep a straight tone. I try to reach for the fork anyway, but she pulls it further back.

"Oh, alright. I've got it then." With one agile twist, she turns her body under the table and plucks up the fork off the ground, setting it on the table when we both rise to meet one another again.

"S-So, how's your cellphone thing going? Paying it off?" I try to get on the second subject of importance, finding it hard to focus with pants so tight.

"Mhmm~." She coos, setting her foot against mine, her hands folded under her chin and her lax eyes set upon mine.

"Nice! I'm uh, still trying to settle a few debts myself…" We don't stay on this subject long. She keeps touching me with her foot and eying me in a scrutinizing way. She switches between lewd and dominatrix every second, like she can't decide whether to break my pelvis, face, or both.

By the time I can even think of something to say, lunch is over. I've got a test and a hell of a piss to take. I go to the urinal and well, details aren't really needed. Chocolate milk adds up and I never waste them or save them for later, Courtney will see the wrath of a specially prepared carton, I feel. It should be as rotten and noxious as she is.

I run out of holy water around the time I start to hear footsteps. Now, it's not unusual for someone else to come into the bathroom, but it is unusual for someone to cover your eyes while you're taking a leak. My heart sinks like the titanic in a black hole, my dick twitching in place out of sheer fear.

"Guess who~?" Siyuki coos in my ear, switching sides to chuckle in the other. Her whisper is as refined and effeminate as it is terrifying and foreboding.

"God, damnit not you again! You're not supposed to be in here, this is the boy's bathroom!" I scold her, grabbing her wrist to try and disarm her of my eyes.

This is a mistake, because my wrist is suddenly encased in the flow of a thousand strands and bound, so is the other. "I know that, I've been waiting, remember? We're going to have lots of fun for the rest of the schoolday~. I'm going to drain you of every ounce of energy, lapping at your mind with my sweet nothings, so try not to get addicted, 'kay? It's not rape if you like it. The start is fun, but you can only reach your limit so many times before you're pleading for release. It'll be fun balancing a virgin like you~. Oh, and it won't stop there. You'll regret release around the sixth or seventh time I've drained you."

"Get the fuck off me, L'whoreal!" I growl, flailing side to side and trying to sprint for the door only to find deja vu as I end up face-first on the tiles. To add insult to injury, the tile is wet and it doesn't smell like water. "OW! FUCK!"

My ankle is swarmed with long, black fibers, the both of my feet bound together as I'm dragged through the bathroom toward the stalls. I slap the ground and try to crawl away, but it's like a chinese finger trap. My legs are practically numb from being put in thigh-highs.

"My my, such naughty words from a victim~. Don't you have anything nicer to say?" She asks, looming over me with a haughty smile and her hair viciously fanned out around her, a crazed expression on her pale face.

Do I?

>1) Apologize, try to explain the situation to her

>2) Beg for release and try to reschedule

>3) Flail wildly to try and escape

>4) Hit on her

>5) Activate bully protocols

>>295831

>look her dead in the eye and say" Courtney shouldn't have fucked with Chloe and you shouldn't have fucked with me " then launch a spagettiborn blood spit at her face, then gtfo when she is in shock

>>295831

>>295834

BUT THERE'S ONE THEY FEAR

We vomit blood and make sure to get it in her mouth.

>>295831

>5) Activate bully protocols

We're the only bully around here anymore.

>>295841

A sacrifice of pain and vital essence is necessary to stop this cunt. Do it!

>>295831

We go with 3. Apologizing and begging won't do anything, hitting on her would just make her hornier, and bullying her would just piss her off and putting us into a possibly worse torment.

>>295834

>and you shouldn't have fucked with me

*shouldn't have fucked me

Only sperg blood can banish the beast!

>>295956

thanks, you too

>>295834

Anon has the wisdom of Paastunax.

FUS RO BLUUURGH

Then double hands sanic run the fuck to class. It is the way of the Autist.

>>295831

PUT THIS BITCH ON BLAST

>>295834

>>296205

>by which, i mean this

>>296209

Just so you tards don't flip the fuck out I'm meme-bumping this to let you know I actually have to go for 3 days without a computer to do something. When I get back there will be LEWD, SLOPPY, SEHKS

The question is, will it be with Ms. Alexis, or Ms. Siyuki? Place your bets like it's JSRF.

>>296219

Ms. Alexis.

>>296219

SNAKE

CLOACA

>>296219

If it's not with snek someone is gonna get beat

>>296219

We spent too much effort trying to get snekpussy for us to back down now.

>>296219

Snek.

>>296219

GRAPE SNEK you've got a riot on your hands if it's with shitty hair demon

GREP

SNEK

grape snake

RAPE SNEK

>>296219

Snake so that the faggots who want snake cloaca will calm the fuck down and stop ruining fun with no effort study sessions.

SECRET OPTION 6: Launch Spaghetti-born blood at her face!

I squirm on the floor, wrapped up to the pelvis in long black hair. Siyuki looms over me with a horrifying smile on her face, the whites of her eyes seeming a bit broader than usual. She begins giggling at my situation, turning me on my back and using her hair to leverage my ankles into her hands. "Now now, stop squirming! You're going to need that energy later!"

She's right. I need to conserve my energy. As I'm dragged toward the stall, I take a deep breath and puff out my cheeks. I feel my lungs painfully throb and my head swim as a coppery twang touches the back of my throat. I immediately feel sick, tears welling in my eyes. I wheeze through my urge to cough a choice few words; "Courtney shouldn't have fucked with Chloe, and you shouldn't have fucked with me!" I growl my words against the agony of the blood, then spit. "HUECK!"

A missile of red-tinted phlem arches through the air, crystal droplets escaping the mass as it splashes onto Siyuki's face and covers her. It drizzles down her hair and drips off her chin in contrasting hues, her eyes instinctively closed and her hands stiffly around my ankles.

I begin wiggling and screeching, the pain of my ability combined with my current level of bondage being a deadly combination that works woefully against me. Well that was retarded. I flop around on the floor and pull at her thick, wire-like hair. I'm like a fish stuck in a fucking electric fence!

Siyuki wipes her face with her palm, my blood pooling off her fingers and onto my legs as well as the tiles. She opens her stained lips and puts two fingers inside, licking my blood clean off her fingers. She does the same with the other three, even her fucking thumb, making lewd and obscene noises. She rolls her eyes back and wipes her palm with her tongue, curling her fingers and sighing satisfiedly. "Mmmurr~. I'm a fan of struggle, but this was unexpected. Bloodplay? I'll have to get even kinkier with you, won't I?" To my utter disgust, she fucking swallows- no, gulps my fucking blood down.

I barely hold down my lunch so I can speak. "W-Wait! I have a test! Let me go! REEPE!" I start coughing instantly, my throat is nothing but stinging pain, I should've held back a little so I could call for help or something! Shit!

"A test? That's what you're worried about? Think of this as a test, a test of your pain tolerance and endurance!" She sings cheerfully, waddling as she drags me into the huge end stall.

I flail and slap the ground, grabbing the edge of the door to try and pull away. "RA-Hpe!" I wheeze, coughing a little more blood on the floor.

Once we're inside, she drops me on the cold tiles, slams the stall door shut, and pushes the locking bar in place, lacing her fingers as she spins around to marvel at me- her prize and torture-toy. "Ehehehe…"

As I try to yell again for help, my mouth is sealed by a bit made of long, black hairs. I can taste the braided, tiny strands pressing against my tongue and even weaving between my teeth as my bound wrists are brought behind my back and adjusted tightly in the center, right above the small. It's actually really uncomfortable to be bound like that.

Siyuki takes my shoulders and throws me onto the toilet as I muffle a scream against my gag. I turn my head away from her, she sits in my lap and grabs my chin, tilting my attention right back. Her horrible gaze is set down her nose at me, her lips slicked wet by her tongue. She grinds herself against my thigh, her small hands reaching down to get through my pants and undergarments, I'm unable to stop her.

Her hot, precise fingers crawling all over my slowly inflating erection is a shameful duality. My gut sinks with a pleasant flutter from being tended to by a girl, but my heart screams for help. It wasn't supposed to be like this! My first kiss, and now my virginity, why!? I just wanted to fuck my teacher!

"Your blood makes a pretty good lube, don't you think?" She asks, coiling her hands around my cock and squeezing. Red-tinted saliva slips up and down my rod, filling me with pleasant shivers. I moan against my binding, my will entirely left to my body. She focuses on the tip a little bit, rolling her thumb and fingers in little indiscernable patterns around my exposed and sensetive head. I try to wriggle and buck against the motions, but her hair has enroached all over the toilet acting as my seat. I'm pretty much vacuum-sealed to the damn thing!

She stays quiet, save for a little giggle, and keeps rubbing. She blows on my skin, lewd noises leaving her awed lips. She pays close attention to every focused motion of her fingertips, hitting sweetspots I didn't even know I had. At the height of my throbbing, she slows a little and sets her palms on my thighs. "Oh, my… We've been in here less than a couple minutes and you're already getting twitchy? Don't tell me you're going to cum already? We've got three hours to go~! Here, maybe this will help?"

Siyuki grins like a madwoman, her hair coiling around the base of my dick and tightening like a vice. She pouches my balls with her never-ending hair and gives them a rough squeeze as well, causing my whole upper body to crimp in pain like a folded accordion. I exhale raw suffering into the gag and whimper quietly to myself. Three fucking hours of this!?

I fold forward barely as her palm works my tip in small, torturous circles. It feels fucking amazing! I'm stuck between a moan and a groan, in reality I wheeze through my tears a series of huffs that only seem to turn her pussy into a waterfall. Causing me pain is her aphrodesiac, and I bruise easy.

Her slow pumps overload my senses again and again, but I never feel any closer to finishing. It's not enough to pleasure me, it's teetering on the edge of absolute heaven and hell. If I hadn't pissed her off, I bet Siyuki could be waifu material on skill alone.

She keeps switching tactics, stroking my rod slow and powerful, then suddenly kicking into overdrive before going back to teasing. She leans into my neck and blows on my raw skin, dragging her tongue across my collarbone. "Mmn, you smell like cold sweat and impatience. I wish I could give your little guy a little more attention, but this is supposed to be a punishment, remember? You'll have to beg to get that." She entices me, her voice icing on the cake to her sudden increase in pace. It doesn't last long, I'm back down to edging after a few pumps.

"Oh- I suppose you can't say sorry with my hair in your mouth! Don't scream~!" That sounds like a threat, but she does as she said she would and removes my gag.

The first thing I do is breathe, I breathe like I was drowning- which honestly because I crushed my own lungs, I might be. "Ohgod! Bleck!" I spittle a little blood down my chin, what remained pocketed in my throat. "I'm s-so sorry! I'm so fucking so-orryyy!!!"

Her hair tightens on my tools of the lover's trade, filling me with an intense pain and leaving my urethra with a numbing throb. I flail in my seat and whimper to myself, her pumping doubling up. "Sorry… I can't trust a little trouble-maker like you. If you weren't so mean to courtney, I'd be polishing every nook of your tip with my tongue, lavishing you with praise and sucking that pent-up anger right out… but you're a dirty fucking bully! So~, I'm going to make you want to cum so badly your cockhole will prolapse."

"W-What the fuck is your problem!? Please, l-let me go, I have a test!" I resort to begging. My powers don't work, and I've never wanted to bust so hard in my life! Letting someone else do it kinda sucks, in an amazing way. The intensity, the unexpected movements, the heat of her body. "F-Fuck me please-mmnfg!"

She fills my mouth with a wad of her hair, tightly sewn so it doesn't feel as disgusting, and starts hammering my dick with her talented wanking. My urethra is crimped closed and my approaching orgasm fades on these little cold-turkeys she throws in, going dead still and blowing on my neck as if to reinforce the lack of sensation. "Oh? Fuck you? That's for good boys, silly… Maybe if your behavior improves, if not… Well, I can promise you, it gets worse."

All I can think as the time stretches on is how right she was. An hour in I'm at my limit, I just want her to blow me over the edge and leave it at that. Two hours, I'm practically blue, and three is numbing. My hoodie is drenched in sweat and my body throbs in place on the toilet, I'm aching all over, especially my dick, and I just want to fucking cum! I jibber unintelligably at her, pleading her through sobs of stress. This isn't at all how my time was to be spent, and definitely not how my first time was.

Siyuki stops again at the final bell, pulling her lube-slicked, red hands away from my cock and tapping her chin. "Well, that's that then~. School day's over, how sad. I'll see you tommorow, okay?" Her hair retracts from my bonds, my exhaustion weighing me down in their place. My limbs are completely fucking numb.

"Ugh… A-Aren't you going to finish me off?" I ask, and Siyuki turns from opening the stall door to snort.

"Mmn… Nah." Then, she's out.

I'm blue-ballsed for a couple more minutes, finally getting the strength to get my hand on my cock. I pump as hard as I can without the binding, panting with exhaustion and holding back traumatized tears when, finally, thank whatever fucking god was sadistic enough to put me through this fucking shit, I cum hard!

As I stumble out of the boy's bathroom, drenched in blood and white, I kick over an 'Out of Order' sign. Fucking methodical bitch… What the hell am I going to do? I blew it. It's the end of the school day, Ms. Alexis, I failed her. All I can do is look around the campus a bit before going home.

>1) Try to find Ms. Alexis and explain

>2) Go to the counselor

>3) This means war, fuck up EVERYTHING Courtney's even looked at!

>4) Get a refund on these shitty spaghetti powers, talk to the sperg lord

>5) Go home

6) Go home and hang out with Chloe

7) Go home and hang out with dad

8) Go home and cry

>>297184

>1) Try to find Ms. Alexis and explain

Perhaps, with a bit of luck, she'll let us re-do the test. Although I suppose to re-do a test you'd have to had actually done it.

>>297184

I wanna combine 3 and 4. As in fucking up Courtney and getting more help/teachings from the spaghetti lord. He just wasn't powerful enough so he needs to learn more 'Tism powers.

>>297182

>>297183

>>297184

Well that was a pretty crap afternoon tbh. I'm a little disappointed that we didn't even try to tell Siyuki that she was mistaken, even though I know it wouldn't have helped. I vote 1 then 6. We got into this mess on account of defending autismwan so let's hang out with her after figuring out how we can explain to Ms. Grepsnek - who, no doubt, will get the wrong end of the stick regarding our absence.

>>297184

>1

She will know how hard we were trying and that we wouldn't miss it on purpose. She should understand. If we go anywhere else now we might miss that chance. We can fuck with Courney later, now we need to do damage control.

>>297192

This option.

We spaghetti warriors now.

we need to ruin Siyuki hair bubble gum fire whatever works

we need to ruin Siyuki hair bubble gum, fire whatever works >>297226

for got a comma

>>297184

>1

An explanation is needed

>>297230

>1) Try to find Ms. Alexis and explain

>>297184

>1

Whether we fuck this lady or not, we didn't put all that effort into this just to have it fucking wasted on a missed test.

>>297184

1, 3, 4, and 6

>>297184

We HAVE to tell Ms. Alexis we were molested, and hurry. Number 1. I'm sure she'll bother to let us still take the test if she understands what happened.

This is all OP's fault, frankly. He should have let us actually bother to pay Hellen to bodyguard us when we talked to her.

>>297246

>Paying a bodyguard with zero money

>expecting hellen to take sex or blood donations

>wanting to spit in a girl's face with 4 other negotiation options

>"this is all OP's fault"

>>297247

In our defense, we had no indication that hairpie was a hematomaniac. Logic suggested that the spaghettiborn power would have at least forced a flinch.

That being said, explain the situation to grepsnek, then GIRD OUR FUCKING LOINS FOR HOLY WAR

>>297249

*hand friction* Yes, I know. Unfortunately for you, that's in the rules.

"You will communicate with this child through the unholy power of schitzophrenia. Decisions will not be easily marked and they might not always go as planned. The ever-popular direct player input may be used at times of comedic convenience. Simply list your choice as "Secret Option E"."

>>297247

You could've at least had her overhear what was going on in the bathroom and try to do something.

1 + buy a bunch of foam-glue cans to really fuck up sasuki's day.

>>297256

>forgot to sage

Sorry.

Also, I meant pu-foam.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7F4t80Q-xw

Video related.

1, if we can't find her, then call her number if we still have it. If we explain to her, just may let us take the test, surely the school would have policies to take make ups if you were raped and unable to attend.

And for the record, I doubt Ms. Alexis' reward is sex, she's not THAT kind of teacher.

>>297184

8) Go home and cry

I am displeased.

you fucking idiots

its simple

secret option E

we frame them for attempted murder and rape

heres what we do

1. vomit up more blood on surroundings and self

2. lie in said blood

3. text sexy snek for help

4. she finds us in a pool of blood acting realy dopey and barely conscious from blood loss

5. we sue for attempted murder & rape with help from snek

6. we get rid of the girls FOREVER and get some sweet cash out of it

Don't waste this oppertunity

>>297184

3) THE PATH OF REVENGE

WE WILL DRENCH HER IN CHOCOLATE MILK, LIKE I ORIGINALLY INTENDED

YOU FOOLS SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO ME

and 4) to train our spaghetti too.

>>297280

Actually this sounds amazing. This allows us time for the test, and we get them removed completely, not to mention we can always point out the untrustworthiness nature of a faggot cat in the case.

Voting for Secret Option E.

>>297283

>>297280

NO.

Ms. Alexis is not 3DPD and is thus repulsed by acts of framing someone for rape. If you go through with this we may lose Ms. Alexis for good.

>>297184

>1 and 3

We studied hard for that test, we're gonna take it!

>>297184

3. AND 4.

WE MUST BECOME STRONGER SO THAT WE CAN SHOW THAT BITCH COURTNEY WHAT IT MEANS TO FUCK WITH THE SPAGHETTI LORD

and 1. too

>All these people expected grepsnek

Haven't you learned that OP is a troll? Though I gotta say,

>>297247

>paying

>implying we wouldn't just ask if she wants to walk to class with us

Might not have worked, but whatever. Anyway.

E

We're covered in blood. This place must have a nurse's office. If we go in there saying we vomited blood and passed out, there's no way grepsnek could hold it against us. If nurse is skeptical, vomit blood again.

>>297184

1. Let's explain to Ms. Alexis what happened she might understand.

I'd say we do one and then three. Also, may I just add, this just reeks of starglider, or at least starglider-esc writing.

>blood shit and no snek

I'm out. Thanks for the PTSD.

>>297410

>this just reeks of starglider, or at least starglider-esc writing

There are people in this thread that don't know this is Starglider by now?

>>297471

Don't you know? We're going to use chocolate milk for that one- lots of it.

>>297492

yeah, me for example.

>>297410

>>297492

>starglider writing

Is that like, an insult or something?

>>297492

WTF is starglider?

>>297602

just have the old pastebin but its better then nothing

https://pastebin.com/u/Starglider

>>297614

This guy's fucking garbage.

>>297630

Didn't that fag jump in front of a bus because he was larping as a squid or something?

>>297634

Nah I think his shitty waifu from that first terrible quest got memed to death and he didn't even go through with it. Good to see he hasn't improved at all though.

Also don't steal my future potential meme names you goddamn shitter.

>>297635

>Stealing meme names

But friend, we are all (((X)))-exx now.

>>297635

At least that fag jexx could finish a story instead of dudemorecyoaslmao

>>297638

I don't know if I'd call what he did with Dragon Bully 'finishing' tbh. They're both kinda shit.

>>297641

At least they were better than my shit.

I'm not done writing goys, I'm just taking a vacation in space and drinking 6 gallons of milk a day

>>297642

Get the fuck out of here jewboy, mommy called and D'jango's coming home. You need to clean up the dick cheese out of your trap magazines.

>>297645

Does he even have a penis any more? I remember a thread where he used a pizza cutter to take it off so he could become a trap.

>>297647

> Taking my name

Aux delet that after a couple minutes, didn't he?

Well, I think we've all learned an important lesson. Don't say Starglider's name lest he appear, derail the CYOA and not sage.

>>297707

Yeah, I think the worst part was the deflecting humor.

>1) Try to find Ms. Alexis and explain

Get this fucking CYOA back on goddamn track

I wipe the disgusting fluids off my hoodie and flick the slicked liquid onto the ground. This means so much fucking war. I'm thinking bubblegum, silly spray, chocolate milk so dense it'll melt the floor like Alien. That all has to wait though, I ain't giving up on that snake pussy. I'm gonna take that goddamn test if I have to beg for a reschedule!

I run down the halls, past all the judging stairs and sickly faces, straight to Ms. Alexis' room. I have to catch her before she leaves! Right when I arrive at the turn to her hall, she's slithering out of her room with a folder in hand humming some generic radio crap.

"MISS ALEXIS!!!" I scream, sliding to a stop just inches from her.

She turns from locking her door and gasps loudly, dropping her keys and covering her mouth. "Seth!? What the- hm… What happened to you?" She mumbles into her hand. As she eyes me over, her face scrunches and she subtly tries to block her nose with a pinch of her fingers.

I stand out of breath with my hands on my knees, my lungs hurt like a motherfucker. "I had to piss after lunch so I wouldn't get up during the test but this girl who hates me caught me in the bathroom and tried to grab me so I spit blood all over her face but she liked it because she's a fucking psycho and she dragged me into the stall and jacked me off with her hair!" I take in several deep recovery breaths, coughing up another handful of thick, red goop into my palm. Oh jesus fucking christ it's like weaponized bronchitis.

Her beautiful purple cheeks desaturate, a pale tone overcoming as she hunches in place and holds back her own lunch. "Ahh, Seth… Don't you think you ought to have gone to the nurse first? You look really, really hurt. Did you say you spit blood at her?" Her voice is strained and nasally from her physical resistance.

"Y-Yeah, I can do it on command, like this. Hurck!" I spittle some more blood onto the ground, mostly because it's filling my lungs and making me uncomfortable. This is the worst fucking power ever.

She holds her mouth again and slithers around the mess, deftly snatching my shoulder and dragging me away. "Don't do that! Come on, we're going to the nurse."

"W-Wait, I just wanted to redo the test! I didn't miss it on purpose, I swear! I studied more than I ever have in my life!" I really fucking did. Huge investment of time.

She groans audibly. "Who cares about the test!? You're sick as a dog!"

"I do! I worked so hard to take it, so you'd be proud of me!" And let me fuck you… "I passed up literally everything for it!"

She sighs, turning into the nurses' office and setting me down a bit forcefully in a seat. She slithers next to me and coils herself into a pseudo-chair, settling her hands in her lap and balancing her heart rate with a deep in and out. "Of course I'm proud of you, I heard you study in detention, and you came twice to study personally with me. You really applied yourself this week, regardless of whether or not you ace the test- which by the way, I'll let you take again with no penalty whatsoever, because you're literally sick!"

Actually I crushed my own lungs. "Y-Yeah, you too…"

"Huh?"

I cough a few specks of red, "Uh, thanks for letting me retake it."

She sets her gentle hand on my back and rubs my shoulder, the whole blade. "You're really determined when you put your mind to it, but it's not worth getting yourself hurt. I… I know this might not be the time for it, but you could do great things if you put this much effort into something you really believed in! I'm very, very proud of you."

I nod, for once my head a little clear. She's right in a way, I put so much effort into getting laid, maybe if I applied my determination to something else I could be an astronaut, or rich, or fuck more girls or something. That's a bit of a heavy goal for someone covered in blood and cum. Anyway, Ms. Alexis left when the nurse came in, a Manticore, go figure. Taking one look at me, she announced that she was going to call my dad.

"Yes, Mr. Pastel? Your son is in my office covered in blood. Would you mind coming down to give him a change of clothes and possibly take him to a professional as soon as possible?"

The speaker returns in a buzzy tone; "What? Blood? Did he lose?"

"I'm sorry?" The manti-nurse asks, quirking her brows at the little manilla phone.

"Did Seth lose the fight?"

She looks at the phone sickened, then at me.

"Yeah, I lost." I mumble from across the room.

"Well shit… He's got a car, he can make the drive of shame himself. The seats are already stained so don't bother with the clothes, we have a shower, we're not fucking homeless."

"Mr. Pastel, your son is bleedin-" Her angry tone is interrupted by more of my father's shittery.

"Yeah yeah, we get it, he lost. You don't have to baby him and rub it in. Give him a rag and send him home." Click

The manticore's hands curl a little and she sighs. She looks to me with empathy, "You don't have to go home, you can stay here and we can get you some help if you'd like."

I stand up and wipe my mouth. The pain from my self-inflicted injuries has died down. There's not even any pain or soreness, it just looks bad. "Nah, it's fine. It's nothing serious, trust me."

She stares completely distraut and confused in my general direction, nodding. "Alright…" She says with exhasperation, drawing a cotton ball from one of the jars and reaching across the desk to dab my mouth and shirt off. "Please, if anything's going on at home, feel free to see the counselor. She's a professional, it's a safe environment, you won't have to worry about your father or whatever happened there. We work toward solutions."

"I believe you." I say flatly, then leave with my hands in my pockets. I'm fucking boiling. With the initial shock and exhaustion over, and that fancy cup of water they give you for courtesy, all I feel is rage toward Courtney. She's the cause of Siyuki, she's the bitch who lied, she got me in detention, and she made me miss my test. She took my fucking virginity, by proxy. I am going to ruin the both of them.

The best man I can think of for the job is good ol' Dad. I don't know much about his personal life, but he just seems like the kind of person to know how to fuck with people. I get in my shitty car and go home.

"DAD!" I yell as I step through the front door, limping with keys in hand toward the bathroom.

"WHAT!?" He yells back from downstairs.

"CAN WE TALK WHEN I GET OUT OF THE SHOWER?" I turn on the water and start stripping. Nothing like a hot bath to melt my trauma away. I think I'm in the denial stage, it doesn't hurt all that bad yet. At least, not emotionally.

"IS IT ABOUT YOU BEING A LOSER!?"

"KINDA!"

"ALRIGHT, I'LL JUST BE DOWN HERE WAITING I GUESS. DUNNO WHY YOU DIDN'T JUST ASK TO TALK TO ME AFTER YOUR SHOWER, BUT NOW I'LL BE ANTICIPATING IT." He ribs me a little, and the conversation dies after that.

I take a quick shower, change clothes, and head downstairs. I sit on the couch across from him, the subtle crackle of the television show in the background sort of filling out the awkward silence.

"So… What happened?" He looks at me, narrowing his eyes.

"I uh, threw up blood on a girl at school and she uh… Beat me up for it." I don't think the rape part is necessary to mention.

"What magical girl was this one? It better not be the Anubis, I swear if you lost to someone who gets critically fucked by pocket-sand I'm going to beat you up myself."

"Kejourou."

"What? The ninja?"

"Uh, the hair one."

He blinks, his lips pursing delicately. "Oh shit, that one's pretty rough. I heard if they throw hair on you it's basically wedlock. You didn't get hair thrown on you, didja son?"

I don't think so, so I shake my head in the negative.

"Right, so what did you wanna talk about that was so important you couldn't risk me going to the convenience store for five minutes?"

I fill my lungs, my head full of horrible thoughts. I want to fucking ruin them both. I want Siyuki bald and Courtney crying in a vat of chocolate milk. "I want revenge."

Even he, the most savage man in my life, recoils at my phrasing. He whistles sharply, turning a page in his newspaper. "Sure do… So, you try fucking her mom?"

"Eh?" I blink, that's certainly not the first thing to come to mind.

"Cuck her out of her own mother and boss her around with it. Act like her dad and constantly bring it up. That'll probably make her hang herself but hey, you wanted revenge."

Shit, that might be a little too far. Siyuki doesn't even know the real situation. I should've just told her what was happening instead of spitting blood on her face, but I was sure it would work.

"By the way, your girlfriend Clover called. She said to call her back, sounds like a clingy one. I'd be careful with her, keep the dick a little longer until she learns to heel."

I ignore him and go to the phone, dialing back Chloe's number and waiting at the table for her to pick up. Mom answers, yada yada, transferred to Chloe.

"Yo, Seth! You totally bailed on shop! I got an A++!! Dude, it was so sick, he said I might enter a contest and the house was really fucking good! It had like, the feeder and everything!" She squeals with happiness and pride. At least one of us won today.

"Sorry, I was busy getting beat up. We still on for tommorow?"

"You got beat up? Ugh… Fucking Courtney! I fucking hate that whore!" She whispers, "Shove driftwood in her tail pipe and let her tear her own exhaust up, she loves that stupid fucking car of hers. She acts like it's hollywood or something. Oh- and uh yeah. The party's pretty late so, we can hang out before that if you want?"

"Maybe… I gotta think. Things've been heavy lately. I'll call you sometime, alright?"

"Yeah, okay. Bye Seth! Feel better…" Click

I sit at the table and mull over my choices. What am I gonna do?

>1) Go visit autism wan Chloe.

>2) Dig up dirt/info on Siyuki

>3) Dig up dirt/info on Courtney

>4) Plot revenge on Siyuki

>5) Plot revenge on Courtney

>6) Play Vidya until party with grease monkey

>7) Try to get some cash doing oddjobs

>>297751

3, Dig up dirt on Courtney.

I'd personally say we do 2-5, and then 7, mumkeys need more love.

Also, if I may say something, it's getting harder and harder to buy our father, no parent would act like this. I can suspend my disbelief, but when a father openly mocks their child after losing a fight in front of another adult, that just starts to become abuse.

1. Hang out with autism wan

Let's ask her where she keeps her legos.

>>297760

>no parent would act like this

Mine did.

>>297763

rip

1. Hang out with Wan

We kinda need a breather right now, and it's better if we clear our head first then plot revenge.

>1) Go visit autism wan Chloe.

>>297769

exactly, a fresh mind is a devious mind.

lets enjoy ourselves tomorow and use sunday for planing our vengence against siyuki.

we arent in a rush so lets plan and prepare for like a week and then do something glorious.

remember the highest art of revenge trolling is always equal parts diabolicly evil and hilariously funny.

>So, you try fucking her mom?

jesus this guy is savage.

>>297776

I was kidding I promise.

My dad tossed pens at me to get me out of his office

Also, I did the dad as more autistic to give the MC more free range to do stupid shit. The incompetence of the adults is a feature.

>>297776

stop being a faggot you one off nigger, he was making a point.

>>297786

>recent

Don't forget it's ~2000-2001 era technology so unless you raid a government base for mcguffin foam, probably won't find it.

>>297787

>>recent

the book was written in the 70's dude

here another example when were fireworks outlawd in burgerland?

Explosives

Now that the feds have outlawed fireworks, you'd better save all the

M80s you can find. Extremely versatile devices, M80s are excellent

propellants for other substances. For example, this stunt started out as a

dorm prank at Clapper Packer University but soon escalated into more

deadly sport, which went like this. Put some fresh feces, the looser the

better, into a large Baggie. Gently break the glass on a large-wattage

lightbulb, but do not disturb the filament. Even more gently attach the

filament to the fuse of the M80. Screw the bulb carefully back into a ceiling

socket. Finally, move the bag of feces up and around the light fixture. Be

certain the fuse and filament do not touch the feces, but see that the M80 is

into the substance. Tape the bag to the ceiling.

Naturally, all this presupposes you have access to the mark's room or

to a room where the mark is likely to be the one who comes in and turns on

the light. One cautionary note: Be sure the light switch is off when you

screw in the bulb. If it's not, you have about four seconds to avoid getting

nasty coverage from the M80's blast. Done correctly, this is a spectacular

stunt. As the designer of this one, George Dierk adds, "You don't have to

limit your spatter substance to feces. Paint, cheap perfume, acid, and CS gas

all have their place."

Gun powder has a lot of uses in addition to filling up a portion of

cartridges. If your mark has an outdoor barbecue, you could sprinkle a cup

of old-fashioned black powder around the bottom of the grill. When the

powder ignites it will do so with a huge, whooshy flash, accompanied by a

great white cloud of smelly smoke. I would hate to imagine the multiple

effects of such a pyrotechnical display on one of those fancy grills powdered

by LP gas. Wow!

Don't let your imagination rest with the cookout grill. Remember

fireplaces, wood stoves, ovens, etc. The experts suggest you use black

powder rather than the more modern smokeless powders. Black powder

really works!

If you can't get a regular smoke-bomb device, a smoke grenade, or

something real from the military, make your own. According to Doctor

Abraham Hoffman, the noted chemist, you combine four parts sugar to six

parts saltpeter (potassium nitrate). You heat this mixture over a very low

flame until it starts to blend into a plastic substance. When it begins to gel,

remove it from the heat and allow it to cool. He suggests you stick a few

wooden match heads into the mass while it's still pliable. You also add a

fuse at this point. The smoke device is non-explosive and nonflammable.

But a pound of this mixture will produce enough thick smoke to cover a city

block. Watch which way the wind blows.

John E Warrenburger likes to mess up people's nervous systems. One

of his favorite non-lethal tricks involving non-explosives is a good bit of

cardiac theater.

John says, "I bundle a few of those road flares -- the ones in the red

jackets -- together and wrap them with black plastic tape. Connect this with

some coiled wiring to a ticking alarm clock and place it so your mark will

get the full visual and aural effect.

1) develop a revenge plan with anubutt

>>297751

5)

The rape felt good, so it wasn't rape.

Anyway we're going to fuck up Courtney's day.

With copious amounts of chocolate milk.

Also 1) because we need consoling.

By the way, we should also do 4) at some point.

What I'm thinking is after we do 5), Siyuki for sure will come after us. What we do then is we coat our dick in ghost pepper, and immediately go in for the penetration.

>>297803

>The rape felt good, so it wasn't rape.

orgasm denial never feels good

What is Courtney anyways? Human or Monster? She sounds like a Wight to me.

>>297751

Won't retaliating further against Courtney cause crazy hair girl to madly assume we want more of her brand of fun? Target Siyuki directly; only once she is broken does the path to Courtney open.

For now, 1. Let's hang out and clear our head.

1. Our balls are probably bluer than a San Fransiscan's political leaning. We need some succor (or maybe just some succ) and Tismwan is just the right furry-pawed slutbag to give it to us.

Also is anyone else getting the suspicion that the spaghettiborn thing is just some weirdo's little game? I mean considering grepsnek's reaction it sounds like we've got a chest infection or something (You're literally sick!) that faggot gave to us with the 'no homo' kiss.

>>297750

>1

>>297848

You might think that, but we can do it on command. I doubt Fagx would kill us or cripple us without doing some truly stupid shit.

>1) Go visit autism wan Chloe. >3) Dig up dirt/info on Courtney

All I want is to get rid of these fucking assholes. Surely Courtney's got something she's hiding from people, a little blackmail to go with her chocolate milk? Problem is, I really don't know all that much about her. She seems vaguely familiar, she's been in the same area and thus the same schools so…

The lightbulb flashes on in my head and I rush upstairs, turning into my room and squinting at the bookshelf above my bed. My old school yearbook. It's from middle school, but there's a chance. I pull it from the shelf and sit on my bed, flipping through the pages and scanning every class for the 'C's. She's there, a sweet young girl with a bright smile and a pink style. Man, how'd she end up such a bitch?

No matter, I've got her full name. Courtney L. Huberman, Huberman… I head downstairs and switch out my yearbook for a phonebook. I search for a long time, there's a shitload of pages, when I finally find a number listed for Huberman. It's a rare name in this part of town, looks like the rich girl's fame works in my favor. I'm able to track her home phone down through what I know of her, singling out other Hubermans that might conflict by reading up on business information.

I find some car-oriented business in the yellow pages under Huberman, and that seems like my best bet to get ahold of some information without looking suspicious. I punch in the number and make a call.

"Huberman Customs, how can I help ya?"

"Hey, is Mr. Huberman there?" I ask, a hint of nervousness in my tone.

"Nah, he's out as usual. I can give you his personal, if you want."

"Yeah, that'd be great. Let me get paper and pen."

Oh yeah, now that's what I'm talking about. When I hang up, I have her father's personal number in my hand. I dial the number and try to regulate my breath. I feel a little on edge with the level of espionage I'm pulling off.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mr. Huberman." I pause to regulate myself and plot my story. "I'm really sorry to bother you but I can't get ahold of Courtney. We're doing a school project together and all I had was your number."

"Eh? Courtney's school friend?" He sounds confused, but thankfully not disbelieving.

"Yeah, I know, I totally forgot to ask her for her number and I don't want us to screw this up. I'm really, really sorry for bothering you."

"Ah, sure… Her number's…"

I grin like a mastermind as he lists off her number, nodding along. "Ahuh… Ahuh… Thank you so much, sir!"

"Not a problem, you do good for my little girl, alright?"

"I'll be sure to~!" I chuckle, hanging up the phone and dialing the new number…

It rings a bit longer than the other calls. I'm even a little afraid that she won't answer, but equally afraid that she will. Either way my fears come true.

"Hello?" A confused Courtney asks on the other end, the sound of the wind in the background faint.

I stay silent, gathering confidence and letting her stew under only a small breath.

"Uh… Hello?" She repeats, irritated. I can hear the eye-rolling in her tone.

I wet my lips, bring them together, and simply blow the first eight notes to Tequila by The Champs. Slow, methodical, each note lasting at least a second.

"What!? That song… W-Who the hell are you!?" She yells irritatedly into the phone, the smallest fracture of stress straining through the connection.

Click

My face hurts from smiling and I can barely hold back the laughter rippling through my esophagus. She must be flipping her shit! The thought of her standing there, wide-eyed, grabbing her mouth and clenching her phone completely terrified is priceless! Totally worth the while I spent looking her up. Not only that, but as bonus points, I have her dad's number and business to work with. A real treasure would be finding her home address, but I don't want to spend all night searching.

It's pretty late, but I skipped detention on account of my medical trauma, and since it's not a schoolnight I bet Chloe can 'play' a little longer.

I call her home number, get her mom, and politely ask if I can come over. She agrees and says Chloe does too, so I get in my car and head over. When I come to the door, I knock a couple times and patiently wait with my hands in my pockets.

The door creaks open to reveal a burly, pot-bellied, egyptian man in a dress shirt and slacks, suspenders included. His black-mustachio'd face with almost kung-fu droops makes him look like a pissed biker, and the short adolf haircut doesn't do him much JUSTICE either. "Who you?" He mumbles in a thick accent, glaring at me skeptically.

"Uh, I'm Seth… Chloe's friend." I reply unsurely, trying to subtly look past him for help.

"Hey! Quit scaring him, dad." Chloe pushes past her father at the most convenient time, grabbing me by my hoodie and pulling me inside.

Her father doesn't look too happy. He takes a sip of a can in his hand and stares daggers into me. Then, the mother comes in. I get a glimpse of her as Chloe pulls me toward the stairs. She has long, straight hair and a thin figure with swelled assets, a real MILF. Chloe's gonna look good when she's older, that much is for sure.

"Chloe! You better leave the door open!" Her father calls as we ascend the steps, but Chloe seems keen on ignoring him. All he gets in return is a bitchy eye-roll, a scoff, and a middle-finger when we're out of his line of sight.

When we get to her room, she slams the door and locks it, turning around with a nervous smile and her hands behind her back on the golden knob. "S-Sorry about that, he's really annoying and protective."

"Yeah." I mumble, "So, what do you wanna do?"

Chloe shrugs, her knowing smile a dead giveaway to her lying body language. "Let's just, hang out and listen to music, I guess?" She crosses the room and turns the volume up, pressing play on her hi-fi system by the bed, and I take a seat on the mattress as usual.

Smooth guitar fills the room, masking the sound of her sitting beside me. The song drones through the first few chords a couple times, Chloe leaning into me at the convenient pickup of the lyrics.

Kiss me, out of the bearded barley… Nightly, beside the green, green, grass. Swing swing…

Her tail picks up pace and she tilts her head up, looking at me with sparkling eyes and an unleashed smile.

Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight, lead me, out on the moonlit floor!

Her painted eyelids droop a little into a hazy, sexy stare and her smile morphs to half-pursed lips. She sets her paw on my thigh and lays her head into my shoulder, her ear flicking against my chin.

So kiss me…

My heart feels like lead. I know what she wants, but I still have agency. It'd be pretty nice to get something tender after what Siyuki did to me, but… Maybe I could tease her, just a little?

>1) Kiss her!

>2) Make her ask for it

>3) Kiss her ears instead, tease her

>4) Don't do it, kissing girls is gay

I procrastinated again

>>298319

>1) Kiss her!

Do not lewd the sandwan

>>298319

Do 1 and proceed to tease and do 3.

>>298319

4

Our heart belongs to the Asian boi who stole our first kiss in the boiler room.

I say 3. Hum "kiss the girl" from the little mermaid to mess with her

>>298323

Don't be an alp anon

3 then 1 once she pouts

pouty wanlips are smoochy wanlips

>>298319

3. If we kiss her, then we might end up as her boyfriend, which would make our reward from Ms. Alexis later cheating.

Kiss her while teasing her ears with our hands.

>>298319

3 leading to 1.

>>298345

You really think Seth's going to shag the gRape Snek? LOL

If he does, I'll apologize. But, it seems really unlikely

>>298372

Forever Ever, kiddo.

>>298319

>>1) Kiss her!

do it, faggot

>>298319

>>2) Make her ask for it

>3) Kiss her ears instead, tease her

Lewd the sandwan Gently

>>298319

3 leads to 2 leads to 1, then we lewd the wan gold and proper.

3, we tease the sandwan

>>298319

Tease her, then kiss her when she doesn't expect it

>3) Kiss her ears instead, tease her, >1) Then kiss her!

I can't help myself, she's just so bully-able. I wrap my arm around her back and set my palm on her hip, tugging her closer to me and looking into her eyes. Her breath crashes into mine like storming clouds. The electric air of romance arcing between us pleasantly drowns my heart.

Our noses touch and my hands roam her back, easily bunching up the thin tanktop she's wearing. I could tear her clothing off with one hand behind my back. It's tempting, but I have something else in mind.

Just before our lips collide, I ascend and push forward. I hug her tightly into my chest again and topple us, landing my lips into her forehead instead. I get a mouthful of dyed hair at first, but manage to fight off her protesting pushes and sounds of discontent irritation to snag that big, fluffy ear with my teeth.

"Noooooo!!!~" She whines, my breath whirling around in the slope of furred cartilage. I make kissing noises into the fluff, rubbing my nose in the curves and pinning it against her head. I kiss her ear tenderly and humm encouragingly, rubbing her bare back boldly beneath her shirt. I try to keep a bit of a rythm with the song, slow and steady with passionate parting of my lips and quiet whistles.

"MNGHNF!" She wails and flails beneath me, blind-siding me in the damn rib while I'm busy tormenting her. I flinch under the pain, freeing her from the confines of my hoodie when I sit up to guard myself. "You fucking asshole~!" Chloe complains, punching my chest with a pout on her face.

She holds her arms out to stop me from pinning her down again, but it's a complete failure. Once I put a little more weight on her, her arms collapse and once again I'm at her ears. "Stoooop!" She says semi-muffled, her head turned as to not be completely trapped.

I bite her other ear now that it's facing me, kissing the edges and lightly messing with the base by nuzzling into it. "Quit complaining, you fucking love it."

She huffs, her face red like chili. "Fuck you…"

"Well, if you want." She walked right into that one, and I take the weak but angry knee to the thigh with pride. I think she's earned her reward, seeing her so frustrated is gold. I trail my lips down her forehead and cheek, nudging her jaw with my nose to get her to face me.

She's reluctant, but eventually looks at me just to roll her eyes. She's still wearing her pout, which goes perfectly with her blush.

"God, you're such a bitch." I say playfully, taking in a steep breath like I'm about to dive into ice water. I interrupt her would-be retort with my lips.

I can't describe it. The tasteless, raw feeling of her tongue sliding around in my mouth, I can hear it so crystal clear. My adrenalen is pumping, I can barely breathe, it feels like someone's vacuuming all my blood out through my feet.

I suck the pure, blissful shock of our kiss far after the first song ends. It's good, I could describe it a million ways, but I'm just in love with the feeling. I end up turning on my side, repositioning for comfort but never breaking that amazing kiss. This is a real first kiss, this is what it ought to feel like. I grab her back and hold her close to me, groping her firm ass through her baggy jeans and weathering the vibrations and humms it sends when she moans on my tongue. I pull hers into my mouth with the slightest suction just to have her fight back with her own. It's a sort of awkward, messy, genuine dance, like two pairs of left feet.

It doesn't matter. It's fucking awesome. The clumsiness comes from desire, how badly we want more from one another. I'm not sure how long our heaven lasts, but it's long enough for the album to end. Sixpence none the richer fades and Chloe parts with a deep breath, her face saturated red and her eyes so beautifully hazy, the sheen of saliva from our tongues snapping.

We don't say anything, it's a mutual feeling- I just instinctively know. Speaking of instinct, it's a good time to stop. From down below, I hear the faint yell of her mother screaming some foreign jibberish.

Chloe hits her bed with a groan and covers her face. "Ughhh…"

"Huh? What is it?" I lay beside her, wiping my lips a little and trying to ignore my raging erection.

"She says it's dinner time. Guess you've gotta head out."

"One more?" I ask, putting my hands on either side of her beautiful bust.

Tentative to show her true face, she resists her smile while nodding.

We go at it again, a second round of face-sucking and moaning into eachother as our hips sneakily grind together. I almost regret it, because Chloe's mother's angry yells and stomping up the stairs force us to stop.

I get up, adjust my clothes, then head down the stairs.

Chloe runs on after me, looking bitchy as ever. "God mom it's not going to spoil in 10 minutes!"

"Shush! It get cold, so come, both of you sit and eat." She points a wooden spoon at me.

"Uh…" I look at Chloe for help, but the mere suggestion that I might not stay for dinner has her paw tightly wrapping around the spoon. The grip is poised by her face, it's like I'm a fly being stared down by an angry flip-flop wielding giant.

I end up staying for a traditional Egyptian dinner, whatever the hell that looks like. Her father sits at the head, I sit beside him across from his wife, and Chloe sits next to me. The ambiance is something of forks scraping plates and subtle chewing, and the atmosphere consists of my clenched asshole, his glare, her mother's smile, and Chloe's nervousness.

"So, Seth~, how long have you been dating Chloe?" Her mom asks.

I slurp at my water as slowly as I can, trying to ignore the question and let my brain think of something.

"D-Dating? Hahaha!" Chloe erupts into laughter and snorts, covering her mouth in shock at the unsightly sound. "W-W-We're just uh, friends…"

Chloe's mother gives her the smuggest, widest grin complete with a lofted brow and purses her lips, almost like a kiss. "Oh reallly? Well, I think you two would make a great couple!"

"Bah!" Her father slams down his can and narrows his eyes at his wife. "Chloe deserves better! This, this snake has slipped from the desert and ensnared my daughter!"

"Dad!" Chloe scolds, "Don't call him a snake you a-.. J-Jerk!"

Her mother subtly helps, "That is quite rude, honey! I am sure Chloe's friend is very nice! Al'xena ne…" She drones into a whisper of another language, causing Chloe's ears to perk and her smile to fade.

The father nods with a grumble, then holds his hand out to me as if displaying to the rest of the table; "But look at his hands! Like spaghetti, never worked a day in his life. You think he will provide good grandchildren for us? Do you think he has the potential for family?"

"DAD! I'M LIKE, FUCKING SIXTEEN!"

"Chloe! Language!" The parents yell in unison.

While the father returns to eating, the mother smiles awkwardly and giggles to herself. "You're coming of age! You will be getting married very soon, once this whole… Phase thing passes on."

I keep eating, deciding that the flustered entertainment is more valuable than making a fool of myself.

"It's not a phase! You two are just weird! First time I bring a boy-friend home and you two are already making me want to shoot my own brains out!"

"Chloe! Do not say such things!" The mother says, color somewhat draining from her face.

This argument goes back and forth for a while. Eventually, the father and I dip out entirely- not that I was in it in the first place. It ends with Chloe stomping off to her room after passive-aggressively asking to leave the table, so the both of them are left with eyes skeptically glued to me.

The mother, the talkative one, folds her hands together. "So, how did you enjoy the meal?"

"It's good. My dad doesn't cook at home much so it's something else." It's not exactly my ethnic choice but it's pretty good. I've never been a picky person.

"How sad… Your mother is not around? I am very sorry to hear that."

"It's alright, she's been gone."

The mother leans forward, "So… Do you like Chloe?"

"Uh, yeah, she's really cool." I mumble, trying to remain vague and stupid.

Chloe's mom sucks in her cheek a little, dancing her rear in her seat. She looks at the ceiling, mulling over other ways to put it. "She says very nice things about you, how you were so nice to help her at school. She doesn't tell us about her personal problems but, you've apparently been fixing them. So, I hope you will come see her again. You've been a very pleasant guest!"

The treatment barrier is a bit awkward, but I'm glad to know I made a decent impression. I say my goodbyes, yell one up to Chloe, and go home. Dad's already dozed off in his chair when I get home, so I head upstairs and sleep as well.

In the morning, I sit in my room and play a few games while I think about what I'm gonna do. The party's tonight, saturday night, and there's not much in the way of shit to do.

>1) Visit Chloe again

>2) Fuck with Courtney

>3) Research Courtney

>4) Research Siyuki

>5) Visit Greasemonkey early

>6) Hang out with dad

>7) Drive around or something

>>299051

<kiss Chloe after all

<she denies us in front of her family

I can't wait for grapesnek's inherent urges to come out once we fuck her so that we can turn the school and surrounding area into our sloppy sexkingdom together while subjugating Chloe and others as our concubines with our lovely grapesnek wife's permission.

Also, 5, let's go slap the monkeybutt for a while.

>>299051

>>4) Research Siyuki

Plus buy pu foam cans.

>>299051

4. Let's get some research on the crazy before it go out of control.

>>299051

Next time we see Siyuki we need to let her know that we're dating Chloe now and any further bullying from her must not be sexual. We may be bullying the snot out of Courtney, but Chloe has done nothing to deserve being cucked and she claims to be some manner of vigilante.

>>299100

YOU FUCKED UP DUBS. WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?

>>299103

Anon, Chloe already said we're just friends. Besides, if we don't collect our reward from Ms. Alexis, every sweet thing we've said to her will have been a lie.

>>299109

She's just being tsundere. You don't invite "just a friend" to make out in your bedroom.

And I feel like I should clarify here >>299103 Siyuki claims to be a vigilante, not Chloe. I worded that weird.

>>299117

Anon, we still can't just go and disappoint Ms. Alexis like that but making it so she can't reward us anymore, though. Either way, see: >>299060

With the way grapesneks work, Chloe will still likely be able to get along with us in the end, but we still have to put Ms. Alexis first in our hearts.

>>299119

What could fill Ms. Alexis with more pride than that we have found a girl who's our age and she doesn't have to worry about losing her job for giving a student a handy after hours?

Take the test, pass it, and politely decline any reward beyond a kiss on the cheek.

>>299121

Regardless of what she'll tell us about that, she'll still surely betray some sadness of her own on her face that she wasn't actually able to fulfill our love of her, so I have to strongly disagree with you. We at least need to try and talk things out with Ms. Alexis to see what kind of particular arrangement(s) she might be comfortable with. Plus, Chloe and her greasemonkey friend need to be set straight instead of continuing their drug habits, and Ms. Alexis may be willing to help alternatively discipline by having them serve us rather than calling the cops on them. Ms. Alexis might additionally help out with Siyuki, and many of the other girls in a similar format, causing the most amount of problems to be solved. I mean, nearly every girl in this story aside from the teachers seem to have "problems" of some sort that need to be sorted out.

>>299109

>Anon, Chloe already said we're just friends.

Because she was embarrassed in front of her parents you autist

>>299147

If worst case scenario and she really does fully assume we're in a relationship now, then our only hope at Ms. Alexis now is finishing too fast during the party and getting broken up with by her as a result. Remember anon, getting with Ms. Alexis may very well solve a huge number of problems altogether: >>299125

>>299158

"someone else must solve the problems" is a really shitty story development

>>299103

>"H-heey Siyuki! I'm dating someone right now so… y-you can't sexually bully me anymore! That's right, it's not allowed! I'm n-n-not a cheater!"

How stupid can you get, bucko?

We're doing 3 or 4, whichever ends up winning.

>>299051

>4) Research Siyuki

She must have some weakness.

>5 we visit the grease monkey and say hi and stuff. Then go research Courtney.

>>299203

It's not quite that, anon. It's that we'd be working hand in hand with Ms. Alexis to solve these problems together.

>5) Visit Greasemonkey early

>4) Research Siyuki >5) Visit Greasemonkey early

Siyuki, a tough one. She managed to daze and tie me up with her hair, tortured me for hours! She's not like most mamono who's power is either pure strength or some sort of gambit trick, she's cunning on top of it. That said, she's laid her cards on the table very plainly. It's gotta be the hair, right? Maybe there's more info online?

I go downstairs and sit on the couch, football flowing from the old crackling television infront of my entranced father. "Hey, dad?"

He glances sidelong at me, narrowing his eyes.

"I need to borrow the computer."

"Go ahead." He waves me away a bit irritatedly.

I whisper an excited 'yes' to myself and run to his little office across from my room, opening the door and taking in the scent of fresh paper and books. It's nothing too fancy, a simple home office with cheap coated furniture and a couple knicknacks. I sit down at the computer and log in to Windows 95. Guess he didn't feel like grabbing 98.

I wait a small eternity for netscape to boot up and go to one of the more helpful websites, mge.edu.

mge.edu is what it says on the tin. It's the digitized monster girl encyclopedia, where you can learn factual information about our extra-species friends. The layout is boring and the alphabetized index is like 3 pages long, but it's got some nice tips in there. Nothing malicious, of course, but if you know how to spin it…

I click on 'Kejourou' and let it take me to her page, a big old boring block of black text on a gray background. Fantastic. I start from the top and read slowly, trying to find anything that might stick out as important.

Science has revealed that the Kejourou excrete a potent aphrodesiac chemical, though like a lot of monster girls, most of their special traits don't manifest until they're a bit older- barring the eternally young-looking ones like baphomets. This is very convenient for me, she's a late bloomer in that regard.

It says their hair seems to be like an antennae, where they can sense things, so shaving it would be a bit cruel and pretty ugly looking. I mull over the idea of silly string or hairdye a little while clicking around and searching up fixes for hair problems to 'reverse engineer' inbetween going back to the MGE to re-read and click around.

Anubi are interesting. Ever since the modernization of the pyramids, they retain their bossiness in high positions. I didn't even know they were considered bossy, I always thought they were autistic or whatever? There really isn't all that much information on the girls, like secret erogenous zones or anatomy, even though there totally should be. I need a raunchier source if I'm going to bully her into an orgasm.

I log off the computer and head back downstairs, clearing my throat to get dad's attention.

"Oh what the hell is it now?"

"Can I have 5 bucks?"

"5 bucks? Just what do you need 5 bucks for?" He replies in a scolding voice, a flat-out 'no' if he weren't curious.

"I need to buy instant foam from a DIY shop so I can spray the girl that r- beat me up and uh, ruin her hair." Being honest with him is usually the best way to go.

He snickers a little at the idea and nods. "I'd pay to see that, literally. Here." He reaches into the sole of his loafer and produces the magic $5 bill, crisp and full of value. I'd sniff that dank freedom if it wasn't washed in his disgusting yellowed socks for who knows how long.

I grab the money and fuck off to my car. Long story short, I spend my time wandering the aisles of the store for instant foam and pay for it with my money. I'm a little bit short, but since all I brought was the bill, the cashier pities me. Probably can't get away with that more than once.

I secure the goods in my car and drive the rustbucket over to Greasemonkey's house. It'll be nice to get this rattler running again, even if I do have to throw away my weekend for it. Maybe it won't be so bad, Chloe's gonna be there.

I park in the driveway situated before the open garage, shut off the car, and walk in. "Hey monkey, what's up?"

She slides out from under her car on a creeper, a 40 in her hand and a tire iron wielded in her tail's prehensile grip. "Chloe's friend? I didn't think you'd actually show up! You're a bit early."

"It's Seth, and I promised. Plus, I really need my car fixed."

She sits up and sets her bottle down, standing tall- and I mean really tall, walking her tits right into my face. They're perky and round, the perfect low 'C' cup. Suddenly, she drops her torso and looks me right in the eye, grinning as she grabs my hand and shakes my arm like a limp noodle. "Karen! Karen Ford. I'll try to remember Seth, but no promises alright?" Her smile comes back aloof and forgivable.

I nod, trying to stay at a distance just to keep my head clear. "Karen huh? Yeah, don't sweat it. I'll remind you."

"So… You're really a double virgin?" She raises her brows with intrigue, she probably wanted to open with that question a lot sooner.

"Yeah." I mumble, "I'm not really a popular kid or a delinquent like Chloe."

Karen snorts and covers her mouth, snickering as her tire-iron tail flicks about. "Chloe? A delinquent? A part-time druggy maybe, but she's harmless! She's really nice and confident when you ease her up. I think she just wanted a friend or somethin'."

Maybe, ever since I started talking to girls instead of avoiding them, the bullying's gotten loads easier. Kissing Chloe was awesome, and fucking with Courtney felt so right, Helga isn't even really beating me up anymore since I fought back. I shouldn't get too excited though, they're still not dealt with. Courtney's on my shit list, Siyuki's getting a very nice surprise, and there's no telling what Helga and Gilda are up to. I've got this inkling feeling…

I'm flicked in the nose and I flinch, flailing my arms and stumbling back into the wall to Karen's laughtrack. "What're you zoinking out for dude?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking…"

"Abooout?" Karen folds her hands behind her back and saunters up to me hips swaying, her thigh pressing against mine. She seems to push her bust out purposefully, constricting my heart with her tantalizing presence.

"Tits- Fuck! I mean Chloe and instant foam!" The spaghetti's out of the bag, son of a bitch! I get ready to constrict my lungs just in case.

She looks down at her bust, cross-eyed and ditzy, then giggles. "They're pretty rockin', yeah… What's this about Chloe and why instant foam?"

"Yeah, and nah, nothing! Honest!" I hold my hands up and out defensively, realizing I'm nearly touching her knockers. This isn't conductive to a solution for sure.

"Oh? Well, at least tell me about Chloe."

"W-What about her?"

She knocks me in the shoulder. "Come on, dude! She's practically blowing you with her eyes! She's like a dog guarding food, won't even let me flirt a little~. What's got her wanting you so bad?"

"I… I don't know! I'm not good with girls." I try to sound humble. I think I know why she might, but it's just such a cliche, uninteresting reason. Why bother?

"You're a bit twitchy but your face is alright, I think you could be. Just need to let loose, be yourself! I'll show you how tonight, we're gonna have tons of people over, it's gonna rock!"

"Tons?"

She nods. "There's my two highschool friends, their buddy Jessie, and his two girlfriends, a dealer- don't worry he's mellow, and his girlfriend. It's gonna be like, a drum circle in the attic." She giggles to herself again. "You can even stay the night, if you want, so you don't drive high on your first run."

I'm sure my dad literally won't even notice, but I'm smart to be hesitant. "Really? Thanks."

"Just one catch, you gotta sleep next to Chloe. Two birds, one stone, or rather… Two stoned lovebirds~." She winks slyly, opening her mouth for a bit of cheeky effect. "I wouldn't though if I were you… Having sex while high is soooo much better, you'll probably get hooked and end up dropping out. I got cars so it's not that bad, but not everybody gets so lucky."

"Wait, I don't know if I want to go that far with her yet." I totally want to bend her over and fuck her until she's cross-eyed, but only in my head!

"You don't have to, but I bet you'll wanna~. If all you do is cuddle, fine by me, blueball yourself." She winks, her ditzy fun exhausted as she looks at my car. "Speaking of getting high and driving, I better fix this thing before the party, I'll be too high to keep my promise. You better treat Chloe right! This is a huge favor, y'know?"

I nod, leaning against the garage. She walks to the creeper, sits down, and launches herself from one car to the other with agility and confidence. I'd go through the hours of detail but I get bored easily and end up daydreaming about forgetting my gameboy and plowing Chloe, and Ms. Alexis, maybe both at once, with Karen on cleanup…

Little by little, people start showing up. Karen's highschool friends are inseperable besties, sharing a similar whorish clubslut style, deviant and defiant. One's an Inari with three tails and the other's a plain old human girl from what I can tell.

Jessie's a guy, he looks like the kind of druggy you'd see on TV. White, long dreadlocks, reggae beads on a white T and big baggy pants with a stupid look on his long face framed in a goatee.

What I assume to be his 'girlfriends' show up later, Liliraune twins. He and Karen joke about him practically marrying weed for a bit, and the two semi-entangled girls don't seem to mind the jests.

Then the dealer rolls up with a tubberware of what I assume are the drugs for the party. He's dressed down like a professional, a certain camoflauge for a party that's obviously not for the block. His girlfriend steps out of the car behind him, a succubus with a pixie cut, big winter coat and knee-length skirt. She looks a bit… Off. Scratching her nose, embarassed, pale and frail.

Once they're all in the garage, Chloe shows up. She sputters down the road in an old baby-blue truck, parking on the side of the road and practically running over to me. "Seth! You made it!"

"Heeeey, Chloe!" Jessie walks up behind her and puts his arm around her shoulder, leaning down with that same dumb smile.

She visibly cringes from him, brushing her hair aside. "Oh… Hey, Jessie."

"What happened to the coat and hat, babe? You're all loose now. I like it." He mutters, looking at her. His eyes suddenly snap to me, he must see something in my face. His grin grows shit-eating and he stands up tall, his hand still on her bare shoulder. "Who's this guy? He doesn't look too happy about me."

Chloe steps away from Jessie and grabs my arm. "M-My friend, he's a first timer so, don't weird him out."

He nods his head and keeps smirking, dull-eyed. "Goootcha. Sweet, babygirl, sweet. You don't gotta worry about a thing lil' guy! Everybody's real close here." He gives me a wink and swaggers off into the party.

I don't know about this. These guys seem a bit weird to me. I look at Chloe, searching her eyes for some sort of clue but she looks just as confused and unsure as I am.

"What was with that guy?"

"Jessie?" She replies, shaking her head and scoffing. "Don't let him scare you off. He's just a fucking hippie, thinks everybody should love everybody or whatever. Just ignore him, tell him to fuck off and stuff."

I nod, though I'm still a bit hesitant. Peer pressure works, though. Chloe's got me inside by the tug of her hand.

We head up to the attic and behold that the blunts are already being rolled. The furnishing consists of old couches, piles of pillows, used mattresses and beanbag chairs. The place is comfy, dark, illuminated only by a lava lamp, the lights of a record player, and a small top-level window. There's snacks around, chips and soda, expectedly. The ambiance is chatter and dope metal, several albums like 'Jerusalem' and 'Dopethrone' drawing my attention with their intricate cover art.

Chloe's waved in by her friend Karen, who's laying back on the couch beside her highschool friends. Jessie and his twins are on the beanbag, and the succubus-dealer duo are busy rolling stuff up. This place seems bad, movie bad.

<1) Get the fuck outta there

>2) Sit somewhere with Chloe and smoke

>3) Sit with Karen and the girls and smoke

>4) Try to cuck Jessie

>5) Talk to the drug dealer

>6) Talk to the drug dealer's girlfriend

>7) Do nothing, sit around.

lmao freedom day sorry stayed up till 3 to do this.

>>300438

>2) Sit somewhere with Chloe and smoke

It's time.

>His girlfriend steps out of the car behind him, a succubus with a pixie cut, big winter coat and knee-length skirt. She looks a bit… Off. Scratching her nose, embarassed, pale and frail.

Stealth alp?

>>297750

>2) Sit somewhere with Chloe and smoke

>>300438

Jerusalem should only have been out on cassette at this point. Hell, the vinyl format got later renamed to Dopesmoker anyway, get your stoner metal right, ya dweeb. At any rate, putting autism aside -

>2) Sit somewhere with Chloe

>>300446

>Jerusalem

Am I doing it right?

>>300438

>>2) Sit somewhere with Chloe and fondle her titays

>>300452

This, gotta add the fondling part to establish dominance.

>>300446

I only have the records, I didn't discover them until like 2013-2014 so I never knew what they released in what format you fucking spastic. Don't worry though, MacGuffin company in my story made record versions.

>>300452

>>300454

Fondle and tease her Fluffy Ears and Tail

Update when?

>>301095

I meant to do it yesterday but I stared at the blank paper instead. I'll probably do it tonight.

>2) Sit somewhere with Chloe and smoke

Fuck it. I missed the test, I can stop LARPing D.A.R.E. I lean into Chloe and lower my voice, confident enough to smoke, but not enough to make a scene. "Hey… Let's grab some grass and go sit on the mattress over there." I suggest, linking my fingers with hers and rubbing the back of her fluffy paw.

She turns to me starry-eyed and tomato-cheeked, a smile following suit. "Done being a buzzkill? Finally! C'mon!" She's quick to tug me along to the rolling table. The tubberware container the dealer and his girlfriend brought to the 'pot'luck turn out to be a tin of brownies. I heard weed gets you hungry. It's with the blunts and bowls, chips and dips, all the good stuff.

"Hey, can we get some of that?" She asks, pointing at the brownies with her free hand.

The dealer shrugs and cuts the brownies, pulling out a couple slices for us. They don't look right, darker color to them, thicker too. Guess I can't rely on druggies to make good brownies.

Chloe takes the paper plate of brownies in one hand and starts to drag me off to the little secluded mattresses, but Karen manages to butt in from her little spot on the couch. "Whooo! Eat up, Chloe!" I think it might be a random nod-off to me, given that when I look back, I get a wink.

Karen turns to Jessie and points at the record player. "Hey, slide something else in. Jerusalem!"

Jessie nods, that dumb smile plastered on his pale face as he practically wobbles like a scarecrow over to the records on the ground. He picks up the Jerusalem album and reaches inside, pulling an eight-track out of the impossibly thin album. He slides it in from the side of the multi-mode hifi system and switches the mode, then presses play.

I must be guzzling second hand smoke. As the hard electric guitar rocks the room, Chloe and I take a seat on the mattresses. She sets the plate aside and looks at me, picking up one of the brownies. "These are awesome! You should have some."

"What is it? Looks weird."

"Pot brownies. They've got weed mixed in. It's kinda tasty and you don't have to cough up a lung. Figure since it's your first time maybe it's kinda better?"

She doesn't sound too sure. "Ahuh- Mn, hey!" Chloe begins forcing the brownie toward me, shoving it between my lips and trying to borderline make me eat it. I take a small, tentative bite and somewhat cringe at the foreign taste. It isn't bad, brownies are about as tasty as you can get, but they are different and slightly tougher. Maybe they've just been sitting out or something.

Chloe takes a bite of the rest and smiles at me while she chews, little specks of brown on the corner of her lips. We go through the brownies, nodding subtly to the music and watching as the room fills with aromatic smog. The bubbling of bowls and flicks of lighters are drowned out by doom metal, barely audible under the haze.

A pleasant tingle swamps my anxiety and devours it, leaving me pleasantly confident and sort of just chilling out, thinking of my next move to bully Chloe into fem-jizzing her rave jeans.

"Yo, Chloe. You've got something there~." I point to the corner of her lip and figure it's cheesy, but easy. I lean in and kiss the crumb-afflicted area, putting my hand on her wonderfully plush thigh and easing her down with my weight.

"Mmn!" She humms in surprise against my lips, holding the brownie high and surrendering to my touch. We can't help but giggle as I manage to get ontop of her like the last two times. I run my fingers through her hair and stroke her ears, giving her tongue my all. The mellow feeling catalyzes the raw passion of our kiss and fills me with a sensation substantially amplified. The rocking music keeps me quick in a time where I feel I should be silent and resting, urging my confidence to new heights.

We part lips and hazily look at one another, her eyes full of dope-kindled passion. She's completely submitted, laying on her back and incapable of even keeping her mouth closed. Her breath inflates her soft stomach against me, every part of her is just so fucking hot. It doesn't even feel like anyone else is here, I'm completely entranced.

I rub her jaw, running my fingers across her neck and down the front. Her eyes shoot open as I pass her breasts, but the shock doesn't end there. I get my hands underneath her tanktop and massage my way back up, getting under her bra and replacing the cups with my hands. I squeeze the soft little mounds, the jello-like sensation molding to my fingers, the perky hills capped with cute pebbled nipples tucked between my knuckles.

She immediately shuts her legs and looks away abashed, but doesn't try to stop me. In fact, she lifts her back a little to push into my hands and sets her paws on my lower back.

"Second base!" Karen whistles from behind as the group laughs and coughs, but we ignore them.

I return to kissing Chloe, laying beside her and digging my lips into her neck. She cringes and sandwiches me between her cheek and shoulder, but it's no match for my molestation. I squeeze and rock, making sure to move her chest as much as possible until I can feel her heart throbbing and her tail thumping the bed, sounds of embarassed arousal flying from her mouth. She sets her inner thigh on mine and pulls me closer with her hips, our clothes barely separating our tools of lust.

I feel and fondle to my heart's content, charming her with the on-and-off kissing and she helps herself to a similar grasp on my back, digging her little puppy claws into my skin. I'm so fucking hard, she's grinding her hip against me and she doesn't even need to say it- She wants to fuck. We're loosened up, we're kissing, we're feeling eachother. I could drop a curtain in this smoky place and have my way with her if I wanted…

>1)Wait, she can't consent while high or some stupid virgin excuse like that. Just cuddle instead.

>2) Tease her about it instead, get some delicious admittance.

>3) Keep kissing but stimulate her a little, hand-play is a lot safer.

>4) 69 is also kinda safe?

<5) FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!

Also I never did any weed so hope I got it right no bully

>>301264

Our father didn't raise a retard, even in our drug addled state we should remember that we don't have a fucking condom. Leave it at best to 3 since I don't trust a certain succubus/stealth alp to do some retarded haremfag tier shit.

>>301264

Secret option 6: let grease monkey join in for threesome.

>>301264

Go for 5) if we don't have a condom finish with 4).

>>301264

>2

then

>3

however we should try and not get too heated or else that jesse fuck might try and turn it into an orgy

it honestly depend what anons want out of chloe is she our first conquest or are we going to waifu her

if we go for the waifu route we should avoid her first time being when shes high as a kite

2, and then 3. Too many people around to go all the way, we don't have a condom, and also, our first actual time with the girl should be something special.

Also, we should tease her extra hard my trailing kisses and licks down her chest and stomach, stopping right above her groin. That shit drives women wild.

>>301300

Dubs of truth tbh. Lick and kiss, and stop just short of eating her out. Though, to be fair, if she grabs our head and jams her sopping wet slit against our face, we should probably consider obliging her. Maybe get to some place more private first though.

>>301264

It's probably not a good idea not to fug all the way here, at parties like this somebody may try to record it and put it up on the internet or some dumb shit like that, so we should probably hold out on de fug. Besides, holding out will only make her want it more.

>>301347

magic ID (only valid for first use) confirms plan of action

>>301272

this, add greasemonkey into the mix and impress both with our trained fingers and tounge, refined from years of soullessly playing videogames.

>>301515

I hope more anons choose it, it'd mean we'll be more likely to still manage accepting Ms. Alexis's reward later.

>>301264

Find a bedroom with a locking door for fugs

Id say we add grease monkey in so we can fug the mumkey, but we give all of our effort into dicking the autismwan.

So, why is this up on the first page when the last bump was on Tuesday? Also

>Wanting our fist time with Chloe to be tainted not only with drugs but with a second girl

The weed I can accept but we need to fuck Chloe and only Chloe. No monkey business.

>>301264

2 then 3, no sense in being exhibitionists on our first time out of the gate. Also if she wants to know why we're controlling ourselves we can tell her we like her too much to just rut in front of an audience, we'd like to make it special or some other bullshit.

>>301264

Okay since you retards are thinking you with your dicks:

1) there are other druggies and people we don't know around

2) there is specifically one guy Chloe doesn't like, who is around, and apparently is into the "free love" thing, which implies he's going to try to get in on this like a retard druggie, then this turns into a fight and ruins the drug sesh

3) were supposed to be fucking smart about this, and we want to develop a better connection, no? Unless you dumb asses want to burn this bridge and chase the oni.

>Option 2+ remove ourselves from the room immediately, if this isn't allowed then I focus on removing Chloe and ourselves from the presence of the creep and druggies

>>301264

>2 and 3

If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right!

>>302109

Also seconding this

>>302109

I Third this.

>2) Tease her about it instead, get some delicious admittance. >3) Keep kissing but stimulate her a little, hand-play is a lot safer.

The peep show we're giving kinda ruins the moment. If it weren't for Chloe's shirt and the fact she's beneath me, I'd be technically flashing a crowd. As our kiss dies down to a managable pace, I part from it and take a hard right to bite her ear. Our chests press together and I humm; "Hey, let's go somewhere, just the two of us." I try to add even more lewd appeal to my already dripping tone, grabbing her sides in suggestion. I give her a sweet kiss on the side of the head and a subtle grind of my hips, a shock of ecstasy rolling like voluminous thunder through my center.

She nods, her tail free to flail about when she sits up. We get off the bed, hand in hand, and start toward the door. We pass right by Karen and her friend, the greasemonkey giving me a knowing wink and a pat on the back of the thigh. "Told ya you couldn't resist, you fucking horndog. Tear that ass up! Yeah!" She throws her drink up in the air with a minor slosh and giggles to herself.

I tense in place, but otherwise weather the smack. "Yeah, you got anywhere with a lockable door?"

"Huh? Ohhh right, can't go home on your first high, huh? Yeah I got somewhere. Down the hall, to the right. Little pink door, sister's room so don't trash it." She gives me a five-fingered wave. "Have fun, love-birds!"

Jessie gives me a sour look from afar, his gaze turned onto the wall as the music changes. Wouldn't want that fucking creeper seeing Chloe. Should've taken her somewhere else a lot sooner.

We come to the room described, a big faded pink door covered in cute little stickers. Oh god, how little is this sister? I turn the victorian-sloped handle and step into fucking candy land. Unicorn walltrim matches the sheets, shelves with stuffed animals, a cute little night light. I'm a fucking monster.

"Geeze…" Chloe murmurs as she shuts the door behind her. "Total mood-killer in here, ugh… I'd rather fuck in the bathroom." She mumbles, grabbing her forehead.

"Fuck? Is that what's on your mind?" I tighten my grip on her hand, the smoldering passion kicking up a few notches at the opportunity. I tug her into me and lean her up against the wall, once again setting her into the submissive position. She's a tsundere blend of 'tough girl' and 'virgin bride' created by contrasting shades of blue eyes and pink cheeks. There's no lust every time I peer into her, she's completely lovestruck.

She snorts as her cheeks flare with heat. "W-What the fuck's up with that tone? You're the one grabbing all over my tits!"

"You could've stopped me any time, just goes to show how bad you want me~." Just to add insult to injury, I grab her breasts through her shirt and squeeze the little mounds, leaning in close. The way my fingers sink right in is awesome.

"As if!" She knocks me lightly in the shoulder, her red cheek pressed against the wall in an attempt to avoid me.

"Come on, that punch was so weak you might as well have said yes. Admit it, you love my abuse." I joke with her, giving her shown cheek a peck and pushing her breasts together.

She slaps my arm and pulls her head away, dodging off to the right. "Oh? Fucking make me~!" She says with an inconcealable smile as she backs away toward the bed, tail a-floppin'.

No phrase has as much sexual tension as 'make me', "You're literally asking for it now." I advance on Chloe and grab her shoulders, her squeal of delight fluttering past my ears as we tumble onto the bed with her beneath me as always. Her tail flicks into action again, dusting the girly comforter's side.

I've got her laying there with her knees beside mine, bent at the angle of the mattress. I slowly descend on her and give her a long kiss. She tries to kiss back with added tongue, but I give her bottom lip a reprimanding nibble. She wrinkles in irritation, but I melt it away with a softer kiss to her jaw.

"Confess, Chloe. Your resistance is just bait!" I'm confident, I took the 'bait' on purpose after all.

She shakes her head, her tail picking up speed very briefly.

I start on her neck, pecking the tender skin and humming, grabbing her wrists when she tries to shield herself and shoving them flat above her head. "You fucking love this!"

"No way~!"

I move a little lower, figuratively sinking my teeth into her collar and the rim of her tanktop. "Say it."

"N-Never!"

I raise my head and look her right in the eyes, her expression anxious and wanting. Her lips tremble in tune with her leaping breath and her face is colored like a robin. We keep this stare until I finally get the hem of her shirt. Her eyes widen as I throw it up and reveal her plain, black bra, the bunched cloth covering her mouth and somewhat muting her cry of unconvincing protest. I snare the strap of her bra with my teeth and mutter through it, "I can tease you all day."

No answer. I kiss down each part of her abdomen, even the sexy handle of her hip, and all she can do is squeak. She bites her shirt to conceal her excitement. I snailify my pace, teasing her every step of the way down until she's gripping the sheets. She pushes out her hips to me as I near the waistline.

Her breath hits overdrive when I start on her belt, the clink of metal on little steel studs chiming in. I unbutton her jeans, pulling them down a little against her squirming until a good inch of her pretty, mismatched blue panties show. "Tell me how bad you want it, or this is where it stops."

Chloe's ears perk up half way through an 'N', the realization of my ultimatum causing them to fold atop her head. She sits up, panting out a whiny; "W-What!?"

"I said, if you admit you love me, I'll keep going." I smirk, her distress music to my ears.

"That's not fair, you asshole! You j-… You were talking dirty, none of this, l-lovey crap!" She pulls her thighs together, or at least tries. My head's in the way.

"Three words. That's all, and then…" I plant a simple, long kiss on the half-undone zipper of her jeans, making sure she can hear the pop.

"Fuuuuck…" She throws her head back into the mattress, "Pleeeaaase?"

Well, she's admitting it, but I want to hear the whole thing. So, I shake my head and grit my teeth around the band of her panties, pulling them back a bit and snapping them against her waistline. The sudden rubber-banding makes her jolt a little, I make sure to calm her with a nice thigh-rub.

She moans, completely overwhelmed. We're inexperienced, but instinct and luck is guiding me to her weakspots.

Finally, her whimpers hit a high-pitched groan of surrender. "Okaaay! I… loveyou."

I grin from ear to ear, swarming up her body and laying right beside her with one fluid pseudo-bellyflop. "Sorry, couldn't hear you down there. What was that?"

"…Isaidiloveyou." She mumbles, inner thighs shuffling together. "So… Please?"

"You said it a bit fast, and you weren't very convincing. What do you love exactly?" My taunting tone of voice makes her pout pucker up all sourly, a perfect response.

She huffs in exasperation, "What is this a fucking essay!? I said I l-loove you! I… You're heroic and cool and so, of course I think you're awesome!" Embarrassed, she lays her head against my neck and turns her body to face me, setting her hand right on my diamond dong.

"So you like it when I bully you?"

"Shut up!.. It's better than Courtney."

I put my hand on her bared panties, slipping my fingers back and forth along the wetspot. Her lips part for a moan, and I take the opportunity to give her another long make-out session. She returns the kiss by grabbing the back of my neck and shoving her hand down my pants, surprising me with fur on my bare skin. Her soft, patterned pads on my sensetive flesh, amplified by the raw spark between us makes the moment unforgettable.

We kiss until sleep steals us away, fingers idly exploring eachother's bodies to a frustrating inefficiency. Either she finished me off, or the wet dream left my boxers sticky. I awaken to the sound of birds and the power of the sun through the window, half-naked and entangled with the wan.

I get dressed in a panic, waking up somewhere else isn't relaxing. I step out of the bedroom and look around, noticing the light from the bathroom. I focus my eyes on the distant reflection of the monkey.

"Hey there tiger. How'd it go?" She asks, checking her red eyes.

I stand outside the door with my back against the wall, shrugging. "I dunno, I didn't take it too far. I was scared to go all the way in a place like this."

"What's wrong? That was the cleanest room! You were supposed to pop her cherry!"

"Hey, you said I had to sleep next to her and what happens happens. I did what you said, and what happened is I kissed her with my hand down her pants until she started vibrating."

Karen dribbles her lips and turns on the faucet, scrubbing a little at the marks from the night on her face. "Yeah, a bit disappointed, but at least you gave her a finger or two. Anyway, your keys are on the counter, there's breakfast downstairs and stuff. I'll go wake up Chloe so, don't worry about her."

I head downstairs and grab something to go. The druggies are having a little pow-wow on the couch watching whatever, but I frankly don't want to be here any longer. It's already way too late in the day from what I saw of the clock, it's a school night too…

I start up my car and start up the engine, a startling roar blasting from under the hood. I notice a little note stuck in the speedometer's window.

"Enjoy the hotrod, Takumi! Try not to crash, she's got a hell of an acceleration! - Karen"

I smile and set it aside in my seat, pulling the manual clutch and holy shit that's smooth! It rattles at first, but calms to a solid purr. I think I'll give this thing a test run.

I start driving, the roads of residential areas fairly empty. I don't go too fast or turn too sharp, I just sort of get a feel for it all. It's like a real car! No shudders, really good acceleration, and one terrifying roar.

Around an hour into my gas-guzzling adventure, I come to a redlight beside a familiar car. Courtney's unforgettable pink hotrod idles beside me. I stare at it until she turns her head, her brows knitting and then folding down. She makes a downward motion, a smirk on her face.

I roll down the window, curious enough to bother.

"Nice trolly, Seth~. Enjoying the night air alone?"

"You're alone too, Courtney."

She narrows her eyes, pursing her lips into a solid, frustrated triangle. "N-No! I'm on my way to a party, duh. And I'm going to get there without breaking down, unlike your put-put piece of garbage."

I roll my eyes. "You've got no fucking clue, this thing's a lot faster than it looks."

"Yeah~. It looks like it shouldn't move at all!" She cackles into her fingers daintily, so fucking frustrating! "If you're so confident, why don't you race me~? Next light, straight down, first under the light is the winner!" She challenges, leveling her glare.

Hmm… I could race her, it'd be hilarious to see her lose to a piece of shit. That'd damage her pride. Then again, I could also just honk and drive off. Or…

<1) RACE!!!

>2) Drive off and do nothing.

>3) Taunt her with a Tequila honk-honk.

>4) Spray her with the instant foam.

Quads.

>>302221

3 while 4

>>302221

3. We don't need to prove shit. Plus we need to plan our Righteous Vengeance.

>>302221

>>3) Taunt her with a Tequila honk-honk.

foam is for hair bitch

>>302227

Wisdom

>>302227

Agreed. No need to waste it on Courtney.

>>302227

This, 3 is all that is needed.

>>302221

>>3) Taunt her with a Tequila honk-honk.

dis

save the foam for the orgasm-denying slut

>>302247

Fuck off, reddit.

>>302247

implying we're not going to have to do races to win back our money we owe to danuki

>>302221

You dont need to race to damage her pride

Say yes to race, get her hyped, and when it starts… let her enjoy the race while you go home

>>302221

Secret Option 5: Fake her out only to slam it into full reverse when the light changes. Then >>302264 while she t-bones someone else.

>>302221

>3)

Become one with the taunt

>>302221

We're not rich. We're driving something that JUST got fixed up. Not the time to meme. Especially since traffic penalties will fuck us, and courtney is already worked up. Have none of you watched back to the future? Fucking this:

Secret option: let Courtney race ahead and taunt her a bit, avoid a potential accident, don't spray her with shit because we're liable if she crashses. Let her dig her own grave. Save the insta foam for crazy hair bitch.

>3) Taunt her with a Tequila honk-honk.

The red light burns on like an eternal star in the vastness of space, vibrancy sapped from all other terrain in the background. I can clearly see her determined face, every bitchy wrinkle formed to uphold her piercing gaze and smug, sure smile.

She's burning holes into my shaded stare, her salt boiling over. I've no intention of getting a license suspension or losing my life in a crash. However, I'm equally unwilling to decline her and turn the other cheek. Unblinking, I lift my hand and lean back in my seat, pushing myself further into the cushioning by shoving the horn.

The iconic eight notes cloud the growls of our idling engines, wiping the smile off Courtney's face and replacing it with bared fangs. She puts her hands on the wheel and grips the leather cover, her ponytail swaying when she snaps her head between my dead-on stare and the road.

When she revs her engine, I push down on the horn and rev my own just a little. It sounds really pretty, and I really want to race her, but I'm not a fool. I remind myself that my reward will come in the frustration of her never knowing, and the added insult of her likely crashing or getting pulled over. The cost is minor compared to that sweet treasure.

Suddenly, the red winks out of existance and a fresh green light is born beneath the hood of the black traffic box. I hold down my break and pump my pedal a little, then simply turn right toward my house. Contrastingly, Courtney whirrs off at a decent speed down the straightway through the next light sticking up her middle finger at me.

As I drive along, I get this nagging feeling crawling around on my shoulders. I'm curious about the outcome, and a bit salty at not being able to put her in her place just yet. We're building a house of cards here, though. Each subtly placed piece will soon come tumbling down in a horrendous mess, a torrent of chocolate milk, tears, silly spray and the like. She will be bullied. She will be fucking bullied.

I park my car in the driveway by my father's and get my shit out. She's running real smooth for sure, not one conk or put out of place the whole way. I figure I'll spend my afternoon resting up from the party and just relaxing, it's been a long week of actually making something of myself and I don't want it to be an uncomfortable habit.

That evening, after a bit of gaming and a Chloe-centric wank, my father comes up to my room and raps on the door.

"Yeah? What?" I reply to the noise.

He steps in, a short silence overcast by the cartoonish bips of my console. "Are ya winnin' son?"

I nod, "Yeah, pokemon snap isn't really hard." If you're a tryhard maybe, but I'm certainly not. Fucking pokemon channel the best lazy pokemon game ever came out in 2003 RRREEEEEEEEEEEE MY DEEP LORE CUCKED ME

"Pokemon? So like, what, ya take pictures of monster girls or whatever?" He asks, leaning to try and inspect my screen.

"No, dad. Mamono are the girls, pokemon is just like, a dogfighting franchise."

"Fuckin' million dollar idea if ya ask me. Even I'd play a game that let me take pictures of big fat cat tats, y'know what I'm sayin'?" He grins at me, leaning against the door.

"Yeah. You should make it. I'll even play-test it for you."

"Nah… I'm not interested in that much work. I just came up here to ask where you were last night? Not that I give a shit or a-anything… I just don't ever see you leave the house and now you're disappeared for a whole night. I thought you might've died or something." He sighs out his stress, a stern look piercing his usual aloofness.

At the end of the level, I pause and eye him over, a bit of guilt bubbling in the pit of my stomach. "Sorry, I was hanging out with Chloe all night."

He frowns, "…You've been hanging out with her a lot. Don't tell me she's your waifu, there's like 300 other choices. At least a hundred are a higher tier than anubis."

I groan at him, rolling my eyes away from his irradiant power level lest he crystallize my virginity. "Yeah well, she's cool and frankly hot as hell. You should see the face she makes when you rub her ears, S-rank waifu on that alone."

"Yeah, sure. Well, don't give her a litter. Pull the fuck out or she'll wedlock you. Have you gone that far?"

I shake my head, trying to resist the natural urge to blush at the question. "N-No… I didn't think it was safe."

"Good man, you should see your other options, though. You're getting to that confident age where the shy shell is fallin' off and girls are going to be fawning over you, especially in this area. The population is double from what I read in the paper, I'm beating them back with my sandal." He grins comically again, giving me a wink.

This conversation irks me, I set down the controller and sit up, looking my father dead in the eye. "Why are you so weird?"

"Eh?" He stumbles, quirking his brow and eying me over like he's debating whether or not to beat me with a sock full of caltrops.

I realize that was a bit rude, so I try to backpedal to a more respectful tone. "You're not like a dad should be, you're talking to me like I'm some guy at work or old war-buddy. All your advice is so, self-serving and oddly contrarian. Why?"

"Ohoh, look at mister big-words here. Contrarian… Well, I'll tell you what isn't normal, treating you like an idiot. Life is nothing but a big, stagnant game of risk. I'm not a control freak or catholic, big difference there, so I'm not going to tell you not to fuck this girl in the back of your shitty car. What I am gonna tell you is, when you get her pregnant and you're raising 3 daughters with overtime money from fast food, you're gonna be standing at the gate out of hell which'll consist of a tie hanging from a ceiling fan, only price is the girl you knocked up will be alone to raise the only things in the world that really matter alone."

There's a palpable silence after his long-windedness. The speech is stolen from my throat, I have literally nothing to say.

He turns toward the hallway and holds open my door, giving me one last look over the shoulder. "…If it weren't obvious, I didn't do a very good job with marriage and I'm equally bad at teaching. So, don't think I'm just taking the piss, you… I'm just trying to let you be independent, knock yourself down enough to learn how to stand back up, but not so hard that you're stuck at rock bottom. I'll be there when you really need me, but be there for yourself first, just in case. Sorry if I'm not the best at making sense of that." Then, he steps out and closes my door.

I lay on my bed with a nebulous conclusion floating around in my head, he's certainly a weird guy, I think that's the most emotional I've seen him though. Thinking it over without much of an answer coming, I slip into unconciousness rather early.

When I wake up, the LEDs on my alarm let me know that it's earlier than usual. I get a nice relaxing shower at a higher temperature than usual, as a treat to myself, and a smoother time getting dressed. I even have a bit of time in surplus to play a bit more of my video game. When breakfast rolls around, I grab something to go and head out in my car to school. I park, head inside, and skip checking my locker since I keep the only book I care about in my bag. Totally vandal-proof!

First and second periods roll by without a hitch. Before 3rd, I'm met with Courtney again. She's with two of her friends by a set of lockers when I pass by. Normally we'd go right by one another with little more than a scowl or little noise of disapproval, but this time she points me out.

"Hey slowpoke! You eat my dust last night or what? I didn't even see you at the finish line! Must've been embarrassed! Hahaha!" Her friends join in with the laugh, covering their mouths with their dainty painted hands and rolling their eyes at my visible frustration, consuming my silent rage with their smug.

I defend myself with a 'kuh' of disbelief. "Right, you know I just turned, don't you? I didn't even race you, you got so worked up you burned your rubber up for nothing. I'm surprised you didn't wrap a tree or get pulled over. Or, maybe you did and you just fucked your way out of a ticket?"

Courtney's plotting glare returns, her hands setting at her hips. Her whole body bobs as she takes long, cattish steps toward me, the short girl getting as much in my face as she can muster on the tips of her platform shoes. "Excuse me? Just because I look good doesn't mean I'm a whore. Is that your way of convincing yourself you're not jealous? Chloe's a little… Eh.. Hehehe~."

Jesus fucking christ I want to break a carton of chocolate milk and suplex her through the floor. I lean down a little to assert my superior height very subtly, gritting my teeth. "You're the one that's jealous. You can't stand anybody not being like you, you can't even stand people not liking you. What did Chloe ever do to deserve your fucking bitchy attitude and all your bullying? Do you still not get that you brought all this glorious retribution on yourself?"

"Haaah!?" She smugly, incredulously beams at me, laughing right in my face. "Are you joking!? She's a total spastic! I tried to be her friend and she followed me around like a puppy, she'd call me all the fucking time, she was annoying. Only way she got the message was bluntly, so sorry if I hurt her feelings or whatever, but her dressing up like a vampire isn't winning her any favors. And what's with the act you fucking weirdo? You're not a hero, dude."

What? I didn't know this. What do I say?

>1) Ask her more about Chloe, get specific details.

<2) Tell her off for being mean to Chloe.

>3) Sympathize with her about Chloe's autistic nature.

>4) Say nothing and walk away

<5) Punch her!

<6) Spray her with the silly string

<7) Whistle tequila

>8) She's awfully close, kiss her!

>>302603

<I nod, "Yeah, pokemon snap isn't really hard."

I think I was actually asked if I was winning during Pokemon Snap once myself.

>>302605

>"You're the one that's jealous. You can't stand anybody not being like you, you can't even stand people not liking you. What did Chloe ever do to deserve your fucking bitchy attitude and all your bullying? Do you still not get that you brought all this glorious retribution on yourself?"

Siyuki won't be able to resist this, we'd better be prepared. Anyway, my vote's for 1.

>>302605

>4.2) Say with pity in your eyes "you are a sad person and you dont even realize it" and walk away

>>302605

That don't anwser the question, supposedly Chloe got the message why keep the bullying ? She say they had a friendship of sorts but to be at odds like that something more serious must had happened. Go for 1) keep taunting her for more info of Chloe and what else.

>>302605

The longer this cyoa goes on the more convinced I am this mythical dragon bully doesn't exist. We already pretty much chose the anubis anyway, might as well just retcon it as Anubis bully cyoa. But yeah, I say go with 1). Get more information about autism wan.

>>302221

>>302605

8)

We going to fug the real bully.

>>302640

Remember everyone, this is the worst possible option, and is designed to make it so that Chloe walks in on us kissing her.

>>302642

Rape her then, jeez.

>>302643

That's a really 50/50 option, anon. Chloe will either be really jealous, really happy that we're raping her, or a mixture of both.

>>302605

I'm gonna be the unpopular one here and vote for either 7 or 8

>>302605

1 and why continue the bullying if she got the message on the first run.

>>302644

Tell her to join in then. She'll rape Courtney too.

>>302643

>>302644

>>302651

>>302659

>>302660

Wait you fucking spats we're out number in this situation. The only party getting rape is Seth in this situation.

>>302669

Out-numbered, but not necessarily outpowered and outspazzed. We have instant foam, remember?

>>302671

>>302669

We could just tell Courtney to meet us afterschool in a lewd place alone and tell Chloe the details. She'd fucking love a chance to rape her. And we'd score with two bitches, one of which is best girl, and the other is worst tsundere girl

>>302671

At most I can only see Seth taking care of two people here. The foam will not work on Courtney only on Suiki and didn't the blood shout made Seth tagger a bit? Look, it best if we hunted them one by one not expect the shock to demoralized the other two. Again the most dangerous person in this situation is you fucks suggesting shit like this.

>>302674

Then why don't we handle "option 9" in the way >>302673 is suggesting? That way it's only dealing with one person.

>>302673

>>302675

Honestly do you think Courtney is going agree to that? Specially with the very antagonistic approach we have selected? Suiki can lure into traps since she seen very assure in her powers.

>>302677

We can try hiring onibolli for additional help.

>>302605

Voting 7

>>302640

>>302660

This suggestion can only end in disaster to us and fuck our shit up, why are you even suggesting shit like that ?

>>302684

This anon gets it vote the right choice and vote for 1) for why shit hit the fan.

>>302605

>1

Also, kinda interesting that it seems like the antagonistic options are in pink, but kissing her isn't one of them.

>>302605

>1

Has the further reach to knowing Chloe and Courtney beef.

1 and 2 - calling it quits doesn't justify hazing autismwan for as long as she has.

1 and only 2 if it's needed.

7. Rub her autistic screeching in her face.

>>302605

1 and 2

>>302605

<7) Whistle tequila

>>302605

1 then 2. I want more deets but at this point it seems like chloe was just a bit immature and had no friends so she got too clingy with the wrong person. I'm sure she's learned her lesson and monkey car fixer girl probably guides her too.

An autistic combination of nearly everything.

My brain feels like a busted modem, there's just so many things I could do to deal with Courtney. This is the first time I've actually talked to her face to face and had an opportunity to make some sort of progress!

Courtney's brow begins to suspiciously raise, her patience snapping like a thin thread. "Hey, stupid, are you paying attention!?" She holds her hand up, wrist cocked and perfectly manicured nails folded into her palm. She cranes her neck forward toward me and juts her hip out, mocking me with her posture in an unbearably bitchy way.

I grit my teeth, "I'm just trying to figure out why her annoying you in middle school or whatever gives you the right to push her around. What did she actually do, huh? How did she actually hurt you that you feel the need for revenge?"

Her face shifts to the slightest bit of introspection, and for a split second I think she might see the error in her ways. Of course, her ego would never allow it. She steels her glare and sputters, "I-It's not your business! I should flush her stupid face down the toilet just for what you've done to me, let alone the phone bill she cost me. Why do you feel the need to get involved, huh? You realize you're literally harassing a girl because you're a total loser playing hero, right?" Her voice is dripping with venom and fury. I think she might be more ticked off than even I am.

"I just want to know what she did. I want the full story, I want a damn good reason for all this bullshit you've put her through, for all the misery you've brought."

Courtney sighs an exaggerated groan. "I-I don't know, okay? She got on my nerves, that's reason enough. I guess I just never stopped."

"Then leave her alone." I reply, my tone sharp as a blade and gravelly as a grindstone, amplified through my bared fangs.

My tone irritates Courtney. She bites down on the inside of her cheek and eyes me over. "Go. Fuck. Yourself." Her valleygirl voice is in full effect, a sneer of disgust taking over. "I'll leave her alone, alright, but you? You're FUCKED, Seth, you hear me!? I'm going to bury you!"

At peak assblastedness, I just put my lips together and I come real close, beautifully performing the eight notes to Tequila by The Champs.

Courtney staggers, her stiff lip trembling. Her fists curl beside her hips and her composure erodes. "Stop… Singing… That… Fucking… Song…" She mutters to me, glancing left and right at the crowd gathering from our argument.

"Meet me after school, and we'll settle this." If I can get her alone, I'll have a number of options that won't be risked by her clique and guards. I could get Chloe and Courtney alone and try to rekindle their friendship, or make a new one based in lewd shenanigans. I could straight up hatefuck her if I wanted, dump milk on her head, the ball'd be in my court.

"Unisex bathroom, fifth period, I'll fucking cut you." She threatens, then just walks off. Her gaggle of girls gives me one over-the-shoulder look, a terrified one, but opt to follow her instead of talking any shit.

Fifth period is after Ms. Alexis' class, quite a ways away. I'll have some time to think about the situation. Speaking of periods, first through second was a breeze. Third, however, didn't go so well.

Deja-vu meanders through my mind as I'm shoved up against the lockers, the sports team managed to catch my lollygagging. I don't know their names, they all look the same, all I know is Courtney's practically raising her hand to bludgeon my guts out. I disconnect from the situation and the pain sort of fades away as the bruises collect, I can't even recall the sound of their laughter too far in, I just take the brunt like a bimbo in a porn tape.

Eventually the bell rings and the 4 minutes in hell fade. Unfortunately, my torture doesn't end there. As I'm limping toward the cafeteria with blood on my lip and my twisted physique hidden by my hoodie, I get blindsided and slammed into the lockers beside me by a massive hand.

"Hey Seth~." Hellen sings, holding my cheek against the cold steel. "Nothin' personal, but I kinda gotta beat you up."

"W-What?" I stammer, coughing up some more red-tinted phlem into my hand.

"You're late on payment, you know. You were supposed to have fifteen bucks ready. It's every first of the week."

I actually just assumed with Hellen and me hanging out Gilda wouldn't have anything to send after me. "W-Wait, why are you helping her?"

"Duh, I have a debt too, so I'm working it off doing collections. See, I pay on time so she doesn't do any of that interest crap. So… Can you please pay up?"

I literally can't. "E-Eeh… I'm sort of out of money, so…"

"Ugh… Well get it quick, I really don't want to crater your face." She puts her other hand under my chin and strokes my sore jaw with a finger, easing up on her grip as she grins down at me. I can't tell if she's showing affection or taunting me, she's giving off a mixed vibe. "Of course, I'm sure there's ways you could tide me off. I could get your debt off some other sap…" To accentuate her offer, she takes hold of the front of my thigh through my jeans and gently sways her fingers, enticing me into an irresistable urge to become erect.

What kind of busted segway is this? I can't say I hate the sensation, but seriously. "What are you doing?"

She sighs, "Really? I'm saying, if you take me on a date I won't rip out your intestines or wallet and I'll find the 15$ off other victims. I'm talking a nice date, though. Don't fucking half-ass it, and since I'm certain you're out of cash and… Well by the look of you, out of blood, this is your only option. So, freshen up." And so, she releases my head and turns to strut off, positively beaming.

I'm in shock. "What?"

"Whut?" She mocks me, rolling her eyes. "Date, nice one, you and me. Don't make me repeat myself."

"N-No… What I meant was, fucking why?" I lift my head out of the small bent of locker and rub the sore spot, my hand covered in red when I look at it. I can't tell if she did it, or them, but it doesn't look pretty.

She turns around slightly, her skirt swirling and, thanks to her height, flashing me as usual. She mulls the question over with an appropriately self-reflective expression that looks past me, then shrugs. "I guess you're the only guy I know in any capacity. You've seen things you shouldn't, you're not a total pussy, and not half bad looking. So don't fuck it up."

This time, she thunders off for good. Hellen's… Interesting, but I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't mount her like a fucking bull. Those curves, seriously.

I must not be hurt that bad if that's what's on my mind. Still, it's halfway into lunch and next period is the retest for Miss Alexis. I think I might still have a chance with her. What to do…

>1) Go to the infirmiry and fix injuries, dipshit.

>2) Eat with Hellen, get the date over with.

>3) Eat with Chloe, she's the waifu after all.

>4) Eat with Courtney, try to put your meeting in a good light.

>5) Visit Spaghetti Lord to get some new moves

<6) Bully courtney at lunch, be proactive!

>7) Try to talk things out with Gilda

<8) Bully Gilda, solve your debt with force!

>9) Find Siyuki and try to make amends

<10 Find Siyuki and BULLY

3 and 2, at the same time, though the "date" portion should wait until after school, a cafeteria lunch date is pretty half assed. What we need to do though is have a pow-wow with these two girls, explain the fucked up situation to get them up to speed, and possibly plot some revenge plans if they're interested. Once Courtney and her entourage are taken care of, we can properly pay off Gilda, maybe get Hellen's debt squared off, and have some fun.

A Ménege à trois with Chloe and Hellen would be nice but I'm not holding my breath.

Is harem route an option?

>>303470

Yeah, it's an option, I'm not a spastic.

>>303469

I'll go with 2 and 3 at the same time as well, but I need to know something.

>>303477

Are we retaking the test during Ms. Alexis's class today, or is that later?

>"Unisex bathroom, fifth period, I'll fucking cut you."

Sounds hot. Let's go with 9.

>>303462

3

We need to lay out our shit with Chloe, the debt, the apparent fight with Courtney we're about to have, Hellen being willing to help us with our debt if we take her on a date, all of it.

>>303481

Yeah, the test is today in 4th period, so right after we ace that shit it's on to the bitchfit with Courtney

>>303539

I see that you remember Gilda, I want to bully her but at the end, once our debt have been settled. Bully her with one thing those who hunger for shekels hate the most losing shekels. Also putting a very suicidal option I like your way of thinking.

>>303462

>>303469

I'm good with this. Let the girls know what's going on, and the date thing definitely needs to happen later, after shit is sorted out with Courtney. Also, we should make a point of saying that Hellen is obliged to play enforcer if that comes up. She's just doing her job.

>>303462

3 and 2 gotta go the fast and dangerous, hell maybe we can lose our virginity to two girls.

>>303462

>1) Go to the infirmiry and fix injuries, dipshit.

>5) Visit Spaghetti Lord to get some new moves

<6) Bully courtney at lunch, be proactive!

These three.

>2) Eat with Hellen, do date later though. >3) Eat with Chloe, she's the waifu after all.

I pull myself off the bloodied locker and adjust myself. I look at the infirmiry thoughtfully, considering my injuries and my slight disorientation. Nah, healing is for pussies. My blood can clot itself.

I'm slow to the cafeteria, significantly late thanks to my injuries, but there's a surprise benefit in that. The lines are completely empty, even if they're out of a few things.

Once I have my food, I start toward Hellen's table of jocks. Some of them are actually recognizable as the ones that attacked me, and the way that they look at me is off-putting. Their glares and knowing snickers, I'm surrounded by hyenas. I ignore them and tap Hellen's shoulder.

She spins around with a bit of chicken hanging off her lip, looking horribly bored. Her expression doesn't improve upon seeing me, her brows fold and her teeth clench together. "You know, lunch doesn't count as a date…"

"Yeah, I know." I say without hesitation, if a bit shaky. "I just wanted to eat with you again, I've got an idea already for our date."

She flips her expression like a coin, her lips filling out her face and her eyes beaming a little. "Oh?" She sucks up the little bit of chicken and swallows, "I'm pleasantly surprised~."

Someone across the table rears their head in disgust. "Wait, you're going on a date with that loser?"

"Yeah, what's up with that? He's an aspie, probably doesn't even lift."

She turns her head back and glares, grabbing her tray from the table and standing up. "None of your chucklefucking business, I want what I want, and if I want to date him I'll date him. Get in my way or talk shit and I'll rip out your cheekbones."

Nobody wants to say anything after that. We leave the table together and I lead her upstairs toward Chloe.

She's sitting alone with her tray of food, her eyes meeting me at the top of the stairs. At first she smiles, but it slowly degrades as she notices Hellen behind me, and doubly so when the both of us sit down across from her. Hellen also gives me a weird look, something to suggest she's just as wary of Chloe as Chloe is of her.

"Hey, Chloe." I raise a hand and set down my tray. "This is Hellen, she's cool."

Chloe eyes her over tentatively, pursing her lips. "Yeah, and big too."

"For you, maybe." Already, the dark tension rises. I feel Hellen set her arm across my shoulders, pulling me into the side of her massive titty. "So, Chloe huh? Are you Seth's friend?"

Chloe's tall ears wilt against her head, her nervous smile poorly concealing grit teeth. "Y-Yeah… Are you his… Girlfriend or something?"

"Y-"

"Don't be ridiculous, Chloe! She's just a friend." I interrupt, her fingers curling harshly into my shoulder. I'm trying not to shit myself here.

"Ah, o-okay… So, uhm, what's up with you guys?" Her ears raise just a bit, like a confidence meter.

Hellen's glare shifts off me and toward Chloe. "I'm okay, I guess, for just a friend…"

I clear my throat, "So! Desperate subject change, but I'm kinda fighting Courtney during 5th period."

They both stop their silent contest and look at me with intrigue.

"She won't be bothering you anymore, Chloe. I've pissed her off so much she wants my head instead. So, I'm meeting her at the unisex bathroom to teach her a lesson. If you want to come along and take her on yourself, I'll back you up. She was your problem, and I heard about the way you two fell off."

Chloe tries to smile, but it's struggling against her sincere consideration. She finally huffs and finishes her full smile with a shake of her head. "Y'know… I want to, but I don't really care anymore." Chloe reaches across the table and, though trembling, puts her hand near to mine. Our fingertips touch and she flushes. "Ever since I met you, I've felt so much better. It's like years of awkwardness and depression just fell off my shoulders. S-So… Just meet me after school?"

Hellen snorts, giving me a stern look. "We already have plans to do something together… Sorry to ruin the moment."

Chloe nervously glances between me and Hellen, looking absolutely crushed but holding it together.

Ohgodfuckwhyshitgoddamnit! I'm sweating like a pedophile stuck in a playground slide, I just wanted to kill 2 birds with one stone and get all my plans out and they're having a subtle territory battle. The spaghetti twists and flows in the wrinkles of my brain and I cough out in a red mist, "M-MAYBE WE CAN ALL GO TOGETHER!?"

Hellen looks at me with disgust, but Chloe sees the opportunity. She throws her paw up in a little fist pump with a smile. "Yeah! I mean, if you don't mind, uh, Hel? Seth must think you're cool so, I guess we can hang is all…"

Disgust morphs to consideration, and Hellen surprisingly nods. "…I'm not a fan of sharing but, you think she's cool Seth?"

I nod. "Y-Yeah, you're both really cool." Two girls, neither of which have too many friends, they must be open to the idea of hanging out with one another or something, because of the lack of female friends? I don't even know how many fate points I just furnaced to make this happen.

I feel Chloe's foot prod mine from across the table. She's beaming at me from the other side and folding her hands under her chin, just happy to be in my presence, desperate even.

Hellen sets her hand low on my hip and massages my side confidently, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "I like you, so I'll let you bring your side bitch, but this is my date, so I'll break your spine if you don't give me my fair share." She pecks me on the ear subtly and flips her ponytail, adjusting her bang to disguise the move.

Yeah, Hellen's not good with men either, this is the perfect storm.

Scared shitless, I try to move on from my good luck, even with Hellen groping my waistline. "S-So uhm… Basically I've got a few problems. Courtney's got this friend of hers who she's been bawwing to about my bullying and she keeps harassing me, called Siyuki. I need to get rid of her first or Courtney will outnumber me. She doesn't strike me as a fair fighter. On top of that, Gilda has both Hellen and me in debt. So, we need to brainstorm some plans- for all of our sakes."

"Huh? Why? We can just pay her back, it won't be that hard." Hellen's tone rings with disbelief, treating my seriousness as ridiculous and uncalled for.

"Why should we? She's making me pay for a gameboy you stole, and she's probably cheating you in some way, too."

Hellen looks behind me, her eyes widening. Before I can even puzzle out what's going on, my back is soaked in a sticky, familiar liquid. Chocolate cascades over my eyes and seeps into my hoodie.

I spin around to find the culprit, but all I see is a tall nekomata with big, fluffy white ears and similarly pearly fur. She's wearing a button-up pink shirt and cargo shorts, kneesocks with sandals, and a pair of cheap sunglasses. When her heterochromic eyes meet mine, the flash of my embarrassment in history class comes back. That's the same bitch that showed me the wrong answer!

She whips off the sunglasses and purses her lips, getting right in my face. She spews out an obnoxious accent over a smile. "Oh yeah! Looks like ya just got fuckin' PRANKED nyah~. YEOW! PRANKED BABY, FILTHY PRANKED BY FILTHY FRANKIE!" The ridiculously tall girl strikes an obnoxiously anime cat pose. "Mrrrrow~ Pranked-des!"

A few jocks snicker in the background, pointing at the both of us from their hidden spot in the crowd. Courtney is there, giving a little wave and smirking with content at my punishment.

"H-Hey! Put mew down!" I turn around to see my prankster held up by her armpits with her arms still extended and a wide-eyed look of terror, her long body dangling infront of Hellen.

The oni repositions her against slight flailing and squirming, hoisting the catgirl up by her cargo shorts. She pulls back the waistband and suspends frankie by it, no underwear in sight. She grabs a carton of chocolate milk nearby and dumps the whole thing down her bare asscrack.

Frankie flails and squeals as the chocolate milk runs down her thighs and soaks her shorts, dribbling off the hem and dotting the tops of her kneesocks. She cringes miserably, whimpering to herself. "Nyaaaaaah! H-Hello darkness my old friend…"

Hellen crushes the carton and drops the girl to the ground, giving her a light nudge away from the circle formed by the crowd. "There, now you're even. Let this be a merciful warning to the rest of you! Seth is MY bitch, if I see anybody else picking on him, I'll throw you off the fucking roof!"

I see some teachers start toward the stairs, I can't miss class again! Ms. Alexis will be fucking furious!

Frankie lays defeated on all fours, chocolate dribbling disgustingly out of her pants. She grits her teeth, putting on her sunglasses only to stand up and rip them off again. She points at Hellen. "You! You'll REGRET THIS! THE NYAN-GAG GANG WILL BE COMING FOR YOU, AND YOU, AND YOU! YOU'RE ALL FUCKING PRANKED KIDDOS!" She runs toward one of the empty tables and jumps up on it. She slides across, leaps, and throws herself over the banister. I hear a crash and a wet splat, followed by a groan.

Assuming the teachers will be diverted for a little, I stand up and wave at my two… Dates, now, I guess. "I'll meet you guys after school!" They nod, but not many words are exchanged as I blast through the crowd and toward the bathroom. I need to clean up my hoodie.

I pull off my clothes and start dunking them in the sink, wringing them out. I look at myself in the mirror and adjust my hair, groaning. Things couldn't get any worse.

I turn my eyes slightly on the mirror and notice a door from one of the stalls creaking open. Siyuki is there, waiting, her hair shrouding everything but her practically glasgow smile.

Yes it can get worse.

>1) Run away!

>2) Try to talk things out.

>3) Flirt with Siyuki

<4) GIVE HER SOME CUSTOM HAIRSPRAY! FOAM 'ER!

>>304237

USE THE FUCKING SPRAY

>>304237

Fuck it 4 Siyuki woun't believe Seth anyways.

>>304237

We gotta be smart about using the foam, she can't anticipate our attack or it'll backfire. I'd say start with 3 and slyly segue into 4. Whatever happens we need to fuck her hair up bad.

>>304273

this