/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>145686

Heading to Work

A small prick of panic courses through you as you watch the bathroom door slide closed behind Arida. What the fuck are you going to wear?!

You reckon you can call Cerra and have her drop off your clothes at work. You sit up, then slide out of bed hurriedly, running across the room to grab your scouter from the pile of sweaty clothes by the door.

Putting on your scouter, you allow it a minute or two to boot up. Considering it's so old, you're surprised it isn't taking long. 40%… 50%… 70%… You're dancing outside the door, hunched and naked, just waiting for the damn thing to go live. Finally, the time appears at the top of your screen as well as the date; Monday, 9:21 AM.

The scouter's a bit laggy thanks to the quick bootup, but you manage to eventually scroll to contacts and open up Cerra's smiling face. You type out a simple message; You need her to bring your work clothes to your work.

"Yeah, I can do that, Master. I'll need the address, though." She responds a few moments later, a bit too quickly to be honest.

You send her the address, a couple thank-you's, and make sure to slip in an apology about not coming home last night. Now all that's left is to get some clothes to wear in the meantime- and not the stinky shit on the floor.

The bathroom door slides open just in the nick of time, Arida stepping out fully clothed with her hair neatly combed and appearance impeccably professional. It's like she never went to a kinky sex party at all! You're amazed by her work, but you have to get ready yourself. She winks at you as you step past her and into the bathroom.

Interesting fact, arachne toilets are essentially urinals in the ground. A perfect design for tauric biological configurations, but a complete pain in the ass for a regular human to use. After dropping off the kids at the whirlpool, brushing your teeth in the mirror, and fixing your hair, you're ready to go to work! At 9:32…

"We're definitely going to be late, Anon." Arida chimes as she walks up behind you, laying her arms across your shoulders. "I'll call in for the both of us, alright?" She seems nonchalant about it, content to trace her finger across your arm, her breasts pressed against your back.

You feel a bit stiff from her presence, in more ways than one, but now's as good a time as any to earn a favor. You push back into Arida, reaching around to grasp at the base of her upper body's fusion. There's the slight hump of a human backside just above the chitin, which you firmly grasp and roll in your hand.

Arida gasps in surprise at first, then slows to a contented humm, her smile wide in the mirror, right next to your face- and the clean collar.

"Property of Nauni" is visible, and you can't seem to take your eyes off it. Luckily you remember to ask your favor. You mention that you've gotten your maid to bring your clothes to work, but you've got nothing to wear on the train. It'd be a huge help if Arida could give you something to wear.

"Wearing girl's clothes, Anon? Wouldn't that just embarass you more?" Arida teases, drawing her claw up and down your arm. "I'm unfortunately very serious. I don't have anything… Masculine, in my wardrobe. Nor do I own any pants. Sorry, Anon."

…Well shit. Out of the oven and into the frying pan, you suppose.

>What do you do? You could streak, wear girl's clothing, or put on that disgusting sweat-caked costume again and ruin your shower. Catch 33 if you've ever saw one.

>Secondly, what will you do on the monorail? Do you study, talk with Arida, try to meet someone new, or do you do something unmentioned here?

A little sloppy, but I'm sure the detail will increase tommorow. Getting back into the schedule! Wew! Also repost edition because I fucked up super bad the first time.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

For clothes, it looks like there's no good options. Since we're already going to be late: first, check the scouter and see if there's anything within a five minute walk that sells clothes. If there is, ask Arida (very nicely) if she can grab something to wear from there for you before you get going. If not, maybe you can get creative with a couple pieces of her clothes and some webbing to make some sort of emergency pants? A sentence I never thought I'd have to type in my life Either way, if our timetable changes, be sure to update Cerra.

As a bonus objective, avoid being seen by Rida before changing clothes for work

As if Arida wouldn't take a picture for blackmail purposes anyway

As for the monorail, chat with Arida.

God fucking damn, an entire day and only one reply.

This is sad. I would participate but I'm lazy plus this story really has gone downhill. It has no story or end goal in mind so it's just a waste of time at this point. Its a shame too, I had high hopes for this story.

>>145881

Going with this.

>>146121

Calm down, thread's just started.

No need to be like that.

>>146121

Well- It WAS a bit concerning that nobody posted all day but 3 is enough. Post will be up soon.

>>145688

This situation is what the internet was made for. You tap your scouter to life and scroll to the maps, routing your geo-locale through to find clothing stores within a very short distance of Arida's apartment. There's a superstore and a few small cornershops, but you bet the price will be marked up. The price of convenience will hopefully be worth it.

You look over your shoulder and ask Arida if she can head down to the shop you've found and get you some clothes to use.

Arida glances away from you and toward the floor, a frown contaminating her expression. "Ehh… Anon, we're already really late. I don't have time to go down to the store and buy you clothes."

Well, that plan just went down the shitter. You toss your scouter back to silent mode and scrutinize yourself in the mirror. You've got to think something up. You don't want to fuck up your second week at work by being late, but it's a preferable alternative to being naked…

A lightbulb erupts in your mind. You immediately turn from Arida and tear out of the bathroom with a mission in mind.

Her closet doesn't register you at first, but you fix that with a few bangs on the paper-styled doors. They pull apart like an accordian, the fluorescent lighting of the walk-in closet flickering to life overhead and bathing the contents in droll white illumination.

You step inside, scanning the shelves for the perfect shirt to use. Shoes, dildos, cuffs, back scratchers, the whole place is a messy menangerei of random storage. You'd think a woman would have more variety in clothes, but considering she can only wear a shirt and perhaps a cloth to cover her sensetive bits, there wouldn't be much point. This puts you in quite the pickle, especially since the clock is ticking.

Arida follows after you, standing outside the closet with a growing impatience wrinkling her faced due to the extension of both your tardiness as a result of your shenanigans.

You grab a loose, wide-sleeved shirt and turn it upside down. Like a pair of jeans, you slip your legs through the armholes and tuck the neck closed between your legs. You grab a shirt of similar color, also nice and wide, then add that to the top half.

Your arachne companion is dumbfounded, a smile of absolute disbelief on her features. She watches you from the door, leaning her shoulder against the frame.

Next, the straps. You hold the shirts together with your left hand and extend your free arm to the skies for web-collection. You waddle about the closet, wrapping the threads around your arm until your hand looks like a loose cone of cotton candy. You take the silvery strings and unwind them around your waist, tucking between your legs a few times, then crossing your shoulders and chest with an 'X' formation. You wrap the spider suspender in the middle and tug on the front straps for good measure. You look like a retarded space pilot from 1980.

Arida sighs, the struggle to prevent herself from laughing at you very clear by the strain on her lips. "I don't even know what to say… You're a genius. So, since you're 'dressed', we can go now can't we?"

You suppose this will do for now. You saved yourself a bit of time with your semi-quick thinking, so Cerra won't be waiting outside your work for too long.

>You and Arida leave the arachne apartment complex and turn onto the main walkways, joining the other late-risers and day-offers in the crowded streets.

>You take the medium line to the sandworm, hopping on the monorail and finding yourself without a seat. You're late, really late, so it's no surprise.

The morning sun is shining bright through the windows, illuminating groggy passenger's hair and blinding you from reading the overhead advertisements and passing billboards both inside and out.

It's a good 20 minute ride, so you suppose you'll talk to Arida. You look over at her and clear your throat, then inquire as to how she's doing.

"..Er, I'm well. And you?" She asks awkwardly, the light strobing over her chest from the change in direction.

There's an awkward silence as you go over what you could say.

>What do you talk to Arida about?

Time: 9:55 AM

If you guys want these to be longer just sequence events, such as after 'as for the monorail, chat with arida; say: bla bla bla. Otherwise I'm going to have to stop when I'm out of things to do, as this whole once a day thing was to prevent from taking control of the MC outside of necessary events. If this works for you, then great! If not, let me know and we'll find a solution.

>>146121

The thread does have a story. I've many things planned, such as twists and world-reveals, but it is open world, so there's no end goal. I'm sorry you lost faith in it. I made a shit mistake early on due to doubting myself about Nauni, but that'll all be rectified soon. Hope you can find the will to play again someday.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>146283

Chat with her about her hobby. Namely bondage. Did she find she was just naturally drawn to it, or was it something she came to find on her own? How long has she been at it? What's her favorite thing about it? Is there anything about it she dislikes?

>>146173

I think that it's likely to pick back up with smaller posts more often. Looking over the last dozenish story posts or so, it wasn't uncommon to go a week or more between. It should be easier to keep people engaged with more regular posting.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>146313

Rerolling for this.

>>146283

Arida stares at you with a hint of confusion in her black eyes, her lips shifting from a forced smile to a slight lack of interest. She seems to be thinking to herself, focusing on the floor and inadvertantly avoiding your gaze.

You quickly decide on the smalltalk topic, taking a deep breath and settling your thumbs into your spidersilk suspenders. You ask her about her uh… Bondage hobby.

"Eh?" She snaps her head back, reuniting your eyes in conversation-ready contact. "Sorry, Anon. I was distracted." Arida runs her hand along her jaw, picking at her ear-lobe and twirling her hair a few times.

You repeat yourself, clearing your throat and trying not to be so embarassed about the subject. You have a hard time piecing your thought together, but eventually manage to ask her about it's origin. Something along the lines of where she first learned of it.

"Oh. Well, we all have natural reflexes and instincts that are left from times past. Arachne are well-known for retaining their instinct to capture prey and mates in webbing. I'm sure that was your first guess, so I'm sorry if it's not a very interesting story." She explains, crossing her arms and looking out across the sea of patrons.

You continue, leaning in and asking with the slightest crack of your voice how long she's been into it and when she first discovered it.

She looks back to you, knitting her brows in thought before cracking the slightest smile of nostalgia. "Oh, it'd have to be when I was a little girl, I think. I've been using my spinneret for a long time, since I was 5 or so, but there is one time I'll always remember…" She trails off for a second, a blush coming to her cheeks. "When I was about 11 or so, I lived in an apartment complex with my mother. The traffic of that area was quite heavy, so we'd often get to meet with the human boys living across from us. One boy, who's name I don't quite remember, actually used to play hide and seek with me."

Arida chuckles for a moment, eying around the monorail then stepping forward to close the distance between you two. She lowers her voice to avoid drawing eavesdroppers to the second half of her story. "Well, he was pretty good. He'd always manage to find me, though to be fair I picked bad spots. However, I'm not a very graceful loser, so I got the plan to surprise him. The next time we played, instead of hiding I simply walked up behind him while he was counting and grabbed him!" She gestures by grabbing the air infront of her, then lets a wide smile crack across her visage, her fists closing tightly as she tugs them back to her abdomen.

"Mmn, the way he squirmed and yelped in my hands, the fruitless kicking, the rushed breath and sweat… It was intoxicating, you know? Butterflies all through my body, my heart and groin was throbbing, I felt in such control. I felt so victorious!" Her explanation gets a bit excited through those last parts, beading sweat on her collar and red spreading through her skin. She adjusts her black hair and clears her throat. "Aheh… Sorry. That was a bit long-winded."

You cough a little, but mention that it's alright. With a bout of curiosity, you inquire as to what happened with the boy after that?

"Oh- It was nothing really, he wrestled out of my grip and we laughed it off. I never acted on my feelings, and eventually we grew apart as more important things took over. It was a long time ago, though, I'm sure everyone's had a childhood friend disappear on them. There's a lot of people in the world." She finishes, looking to the ground again in reminescent thought. "But in that moment, I didn't want to let go. It felt like a kiss, or a hug from your crush."

Well, she might've already explained it but you go ahead and ask anyway; What's her favorite part about it?

She snaps back to you at your question, straightening out her shirt. "Hmm? Oh, my favorite part would have to beeee… The fear." She narrows her gaze a slight bit, an unfitting but smug smile sapping you with surprise.

You repeat her words, the fear?

She nods. "Oh yeah. Last night…" She lowers her voice again. "Last night, when you were squirming about, looking around with no clue what to expect, your heavy breath and search for answers, I was in complete mental control. Couple that with the feeling of having you bound up with no escape? I came." Arida covers her mouth to absorb the uninvited giggles, her face quite red now.

>1/2

>>147133

You take a moment to calm yourself as well, finding your body heated up and your brain scrambled with memories from your late night. You're pretty tired after all, but you're still curious. You ask if there's anything Arida doesn't like about bondage?

Arida blinks, "Don't like? Not really. I mean the cleanup is a bit more extensive, but I'm used to taking things slow. The time it takes to tie a man up adds to the suspense and I've no problem with helping other couples. I'm getting something out of it. A little knot-tying practice, the feeling of being mistress- if only for a few seconds, plus you get decent pay or free drinks at certain clubs. Though, I spent a lot of time building up my connections in those places, I don't think everyone is treated as well as I."

>The conversation was nice and long, easily entertaining you both for a majority of the ride. You soon arrive at the station close to Stargliders, unboarding the monorail and heading for work.

You're a few steps from Stargliders' front door when you spot Cerra. It's hard not to, considering how massive she is. She's got your jumpsuit freshly washed and folded right in her arms. "Master!" She calls excitedly, her tail storming like the seven seas behind her. Her natural heels clop with every feminine step toward you and Arida, her smile fading to a frown when she sees your spider companion is accompanying you. "…Who's your uhm, friend?" She asks nervously, towering over the both of you, glancing back and forth with an inquisitive eye. Fortunately, she hands over your clothes during the pause and corrects her composure, straightening out and folding her arms atop her skirt.

Arida sizes up the kikimora, rubbing her chin and taking in every detail. "Is this the maid you were talking about, Anon? She's quite well-dressed. I absolutely love the opals!"

Cerra's expression suddenly changes. She goes red in the face, her bright blue eyes widen as they go to the triangular buttons on her navy-blue doublebreasted coat. "O-oh, thank you! I'm surprised you know the gem's name. Do you like studying minerals or something?"

Arida chuckles, drawing a hand to her chest. "Oh no, I'm just a bit well-rounded in terms of knowledge. They're fashionable because they blend with almost everything that has contrasting colors. Sometimes I wonder why I didn't become a seamstress, though I suppose they're overbloated with arachne."

They seem to be getting along a lot better than you first expected.

>Should you introduce them? Maybe it'd be best to just leave it to Arida. What do you do?

Time: 10:20 AM

>2/2

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>147134

Introduce the two and make a little bit of small-talk before we get to work since we're basically an hour late. If we run into our kobold shift manager, we should give her headpats to make her less angry.

Cerra will probably just head back to our place, so she'll be fine.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>147134

It'd be polite to at least introduce them. Introduce Arida as a coworker, since Cerra mentioned she didn't want to hear us talking about other people we've slept with. Make sure to let Cerra know she's a lifesaver before we go.

>>147248

I'm with this one.

>>147139

shift manager? didn't MC change job to be Arida's helper?

Make introductions quick. Also MC shouldn't forget to thank Cerra for her timely help - she may be acting as a mad on her part, however that doesn't mean he should immediately start taking her for granted.

Than he should find a spot to change and head up to Arida.

Proposing general plan for the day - if Arida has something for MC to do, do it, if not spend available time browsing the web and communning with Mainframe. MC can now do it safely in Arida's office since she is in the loop.

Search objective should be hidden lair/base to hide Mainframe after escape. Derelict buildings/construction projects, old subways and any abandoned underground facilities.

Post work Anon should prioritize cleaning up, getting in to see Nauni and hopefully fix his broken relationship and don't forget to feed Mainframe before going to sleep.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>147482

just to clarify as far as search - I realize that one isn't likely to find hidden base via internet, but having a list of possible locations to search is better then just randomly prowling the town.

Also rolling for next attempt to find some potential spots of exploration either MC himself, or with Mainframe's help.

>>147482

MC is currently working with Rida at the overseer's office, yes. That is where he will be the whole day.

The supervisor is in A3, where you used to build ships before your completely unneeded and un-earned promotion.

>>147488

Also, I was thinking of making Rida's name Rita, as to further differentiate them, but at this point she's probably well-known as Rida.

Rida is the manticore manelet.

Arida is the spidertits doctor.

>>147134

"Don't they? Blues, yellows, reds, oranges, any of the bright, colorful colors match opals so well! It brings out any girl's eyes." Cerra whimsically responds, a bright smile now matching her red cheeks.

"They do!" Arida responds, "Especially yours, the blues blend so well! Oh- but where are my manners, I'm Arida, and you?" The arachne holds out her hand for a shake, though Cerra instead looks to you with a nervous part of her lips, lacking the will to speak.

You step in and motion to Cerra while speaking her name, then to Arida. Cerra is your uh, maid at your apartment as Arida already probably knows, and Arida is the doctor at Stargliders, a close friend of yours from work.

"O-oh! I see. Sorry, it's just, you guys are already so late and I'm just standing out here talking…" Cerra's voice cracks with embarassment, her tail wilting behind her.

"It's quite fine. We're already docked as it is, might as well enjoy the price of our lacking labor. Besides, nobody's going to get an injury this early in the morning." Arida reassures, lowering her hand as the shake was unreciprocated.

"So, you're a doctor? Do you ever have to deal with anything serious? I don't know much about Anon's job, so I don't know if it's a dangerous or not, b-but I sure hope it isn't!" Says Cerra.

Arida nods. "Mhmm. Well, I mostly patch up scrapes and bruises. Anybody who's seriously hurt by machinery is sent to a legitimate hospital. Anon did have some nasty injuries his first day, though, but not from working. He ran into my office with a few dozen manticore spines in his chest. I swear he's crazy-"

You begin laughing loudly, slapping your knee and mentioning that your boss is a real whacko with the spines! Arida doesn't need to tell that story, because you're fine now! You got promoted to work with said manticore, so it's all good!… Not the best save.

Cerra is staring at you with a facade of confusion, her tail whipping harshly to the right as her eye twitches. "O-oh. Promoted! To work.. with a manticore. C-Congratulations? I didn't realize this was a co-code work zone…" She looks back to Arida, eying her engram's yellow border.

"It is! Stargliders likes to make use of as many talents as possible from many different people, plus the work is very methodical and there's not much downtime, so we have a low ah, proactive dating rate. Not that the boys seem to mind when it happens." Arida flashes you a smile, which only serves to stiffen Cerra.

>The three of you continue a circle of smalltalk for a little while, Cerra switching between pangs of nervous stillness and genuine enjoyment of the conversation.

>You of course remember to thank Cerra for getting to you so quickly and taking the time out of her day to help you out, which seems to make her morning. She leaves with a smile and a wagging tail.

>Once finished, you and Arida head through the front door to clock in late. Arida lets you use the infirmary entrance so you can put on your jumpsuit behind the curtain of a medical bed.

Surprisingly, Cerra even brought a pair of clean boxers for you to wear! Which means you're comfortably suited in your jumpsuit and the black boots you made greaves out of from last night, as it's the only pair of boots you've got at the moment. You're professional enough to work, though you'll have to answer to your boss for being late.

"Have a good day, Anon!" Arida calls as you step out of medical and into the hallway. You pass through the empty locker-rooms, not even bothering to grab anything since you'll just be working with Rida all day, then head up the catwalk and cross to the overseer's office.

You're cautious, knocking a couple times and calling Rida's name before entering. That memory of being poisoned has you the slightest bit paranoid.

The room's air conditioning loudly whirrs overhead, a waft of chill air slapping you right in the face as you step inside the office. All the blinds are drawn and the lights are dimmed, making the glow of the projected computer in the center of Rida's desk a centerpiece of the room.

Rida lays with her face and palms flat on the desk, her ears wilted and tail slumped at the back of the chair. Her labcoat's been tossed haphazardly in the floor, leaving her dressed only in a red speedo. The kind you swim in.

You step beside Rida, placing your hand on her shoulder and shaking her a bit to see if she'll respond. The only thing you get is a deep breath, followed by a groan. So, you shake her harder. This elicits a more definite response.

Rida groans loudly and mumbles into the table. "Fffuck off! Ive got a hang-over you, fffaggot…"

She was at the same party you were, and she spent all of it at the bar, so you're really not surprised.

>1/4

>>147732

Though, you are a bit curious as to why she has the computer open. You know she never uses it for work, if she ever works at all. You decide to take a look, shaking the holographics around and spinning a few mouse-orbs to try and get it to respond, which it does. Blue holograms flash with a popup of a gray box decorated with a yellow triangle featuring an exclamation mark in the center; "Username and Password required to continue previous operations. Engram not recognized."

Unfortunately, you don't have Rida's password. You could try to move her paw to access it, but if she were to wake up during, you'd be in hot water. Instead, you'll use the time she's asleep to do some housing research and risk being raped or killed later. Though, you could also blackmail her with the video at any time for a couple favors. You had the idea a while ago to promise her to delete the video if she was nice for a whole week. Not that she'll ever last that long.

>You sit in the corner under the air conditioner and whip out your scouter, preparing to search the housing market!

DM's note: A subway location won't work if it isn't operational because Mainframe requires electricity. I've rolled some random alternative apartments you can switch to which can house Mainframe and Cerra. However, it will tank the shit out of your spending money, the stats of which will be posted at the end. Cerra will be charged rent if she comes to live with you, but I think it's best if you guys did some side-jobs/side quests for extra dosh during or after work. The blacktops might be able to store Mainframe for you at a cheap monthly cost, but it might cost your favor from Ophelia and they may try to steal her as has been established. You would have to find an abandoned unit with power, which won't be easy. If you can do that, the apartment switch will just be a personal convenience and I'll have rolled all this for nothing.

DM's PS: This option will be open for a week, once per UID. Please tag your choice or lack thereof at the end of your post when you read this, if you participate. You may also vote for what was written on Arida's mug, as we'll be giving that gift to her later today. Nobody's chosen a slogen such as #1 spider, so be creative if you're inerested.

Without further ado, here's the houses and financial info:

-CURRENT APARTMENT-

Building Condition: Decent

Technological Condition: Decent

Location: Housing Complex, low traffic area with a few shops. A good distance from your work, surrounded by other housing complexes.

Size: Small

Rooms: Main room serves as bedroom, kitchen and foyer. 1 small bathroom.

Price: 400$/Month (100$/Wk)

-Ground Apartment-

Building Condition: (46/100) Decent, slightly dilapidated.

Technological Condition: (88/100) Impressive, facilities are up to date and fully operational.

Location: Town Center, heavy traffic area with plenty of shops. Much closer to Stargliders. 30 min ride

Size: Medium

Rooms: 2 Bedrooms, bathroom, open living/kitchen combo.

Price: Original: 1100$/Month | Discount: 18% | Final Offer: 902/Month (225.5/Wk).

Final Thoughts: This home has enough space to house your two new companions and yourself. You can reallocate the money from your current apartment and go for a direct upgrade without paying for a separate storage unit to house Mainframe. Furthermore, your trip to work will be significantly shorter and most important buildings are within walking distance. The technological condition of the ground-level apartment might help with Mainframe's power requirements and her equipment, but it also means your own life will be easier with more efficient appliances.

Hiding Place: Poor, the ground level apartment is beside a locked and abandoned maintenance room which was used back when power was less distributed. The apartment is clearly an old refurbishment, and you'll be able to hide in plain sight. Unfortunately you don't have much way of escaping if they decide to check it, since you're in the center of town.

2/4

>>147733

-Ghetto Bunkmate Apartment-

Building Condition: (45/100) Decent, slightly dilapidated.

Technological Condition: (62/100) Excellent, facilities are a bit older but fully operational.

Location: Ghetto's edge, a little further from Stargliders but closer to Rida. About 50 mins to work.

Size: Medium

Rooms: 3 Bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, open living/kitchen combination. Storage hatch in the floor.

Price: Original: 1350$/Month | Discount: 6% | Final Offer: 1269/Month (317.25/Wk)

Final Thoughts: Spacious. While it isn't much better than your current apartment, it certainly has its perks. You're surrounded by tough mamono neighbors hardened by the ghetto, which could either result in proactive dating or being robbed. You bet that members of the Blacktops or their supporters might be around this area, which should help improve your relationship with them if you play your cards right. Loads of extra dosh could be made here from odd jobs, if you're willing to get your hands dirty.

Hiding Place: Good, cops barely snoop around the ghettos. They're sort of the code-orange dump. That said, it comes cheap for the amount of space you're renting out. It'll be easy to keep Mainframe in the house or the utility closet, as you have to regulate the power yourself. The scanners are bugged up and the amount of people who'll care about you harboring are few and far between. The only tricky part should be getting her there. Furthermore, the lack of inspections and regulations should make approving construction easier, and rerouting the power or adjusting the home's utility closet without consequence.

-Storage Hangar-

Building Condition: (11/100) Absolutely Disgusting, complete disrepair.

Technological Condition: (6/100) Absolutely Disgusting, your desktop would fit in here well. Both belong in a museam.

Location: Mass Districts, far away from everything. Work ride will take 1hr 15min

Size: Large

Rooms: Just one massive open hangar. You'd have to build in your own stuff.

Price: 1800$/Month | Discount: 54% | Final Offer: 972/Month (243/Wk)

Final Thoughts: Not livable. You'd have to be a rat or jewish to think this utilityless, massive ship hangar was worth being used for anything but chucking junk into. You're gonna have to call in a favor or do some serious work to make this thing any good, but it isn't impossible.

Hiding Place: Amazing. If you could make it livable, you and Mainframe would have no problem avoiding everyone. Few people live in storage hangars, as apartments are cheaper, but this one is just so damned disgusting that you'll never be found or even guessed as to staying here.

-Identical To Your Apartment, weird rolls avenue-

Building Condition: (47/100) Decent, slightly dilapidated.

Technological Condition: (83/100) Impressive, facilities are up to date and fully operational.

Location: Housing Districts, medium distance from just about everything. Same distance from work, 45 Mins.

Size: Small

Rooms: One-in-all foyer/kitchen/living area, just like your apartment.

Price: 400$/Month | Discount: 14% | Final Offer: 344/Month (86/Wk)

Final Thoughts: This is an apartment on a sale contract near your complex. Moving over there would shave a bit off of your bill, but all you'd really be doing is relocating yourself to a near-identical apartment, atleast when it comes down to the math.

Hiding Place: Absolutely Disgusting. If you could've hid Mainframe in your original apartment, you would have already.

-Expenses and Employment-

Starts: 9:30 | Lunch: 12:30 – 2:00 |Ends: 5:30

Working area: Rida's Office

Hourly wage: 7.22/hr

Monthly Pay: 1156$

Current Rent: 400$

Current Utilities: 150$/Month

Monthly Food Quality: Poor

Monthly Food Bill: 100$ per occupant/Month

Insurance Quality: Bare minimum (70% reimbursement)

Insurance Bill: 250$/Month

After Expenses/Pocket Change Weekly: 256 Funbucks.

After Expenses/Pocket Change Monthly: 1024 Funbucks.

>You have finished researching. Rida is still passed out at the desk. What do you do?

>3/4

>>147734

>4/4

All done.

>>147735

>>147733

If you change your vote, please reply to the post that you had your vote in so I can keep track of the UIDs. It'll help a lot and we won't have to strawpoll.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>147734

>leaving her dressed only in a red speedo

I see our boss is making improvements on more proper work attire. (considering last week she was just nude under the coat)

MC should tease her about it when she gets sober - that she is maturing and becoming less lewd.

>Though, you could also blackmail her with the video at any time for a couple favors. You had the idea a while ago to promise her to delete the video if she was nice for a whole week. Not that she'll ever last that long.

yes. must happen. Just have to wait for a better opportunity - like the first time she is mean to MC.

Proposing current action:

We help Rida with her hangover - carry her to Arida's office (princess carry - trying to be nice here), try to talk Arida into providing an IV drip to cure that hangover.

Because: 1) otherwise we will be stuck in the same room with a moody, drunk manticore (2) treat Rida nice and maybe both girls will like MC a bit more.

Rolling for pulling that off.

>>147734

OP - can you please clarify local rules about renting? I am basing my choices here on having lived in US, Canada and Russia - in all three countries getting employed means giving your address to employer and where renting a place to live means providing bunch of ID. Also any investigation from a serious crime at work would likely include police paying a visit to suspect employees' homes.

If this world has similiar rules/procedures, than regardless of which places we pick, we are still likely to get a home visit and even if went with the out of the way hangar, police would still get the address from workplace or MC would be suspect number 1 if the address his employer has turns out to be false…

Concerns regarding current choices:

Ground Apartment in middle of town - Mainframe will be trapped there if police do come calling and living in middle of town with so many people around, she would have to stay a hermit inside the appartment, and stil there is a high chance of being found. What about risks like a landlord inspection, fire alarm in the building -appartments get checked to make sure everyone evacuated. (again basing on my experience with renting)

Ghetto - nothing can stay hidden in the ghetto - people there tend to be suspicious and watchful as a part of basic survival. If authorities post a reward for Mainframe as a fugitive, or just start bribing lowlifes for info quietly MC will probably be sold out by one of his neighbors within the day. He could only stay hidden if Blacktops control the place and cover him, but if he depends on them so much might as well ask them directly. Don't want to do that because don't trust them.

Hangar - best of the three in my opinion, assuming MC spends some effort on fixing it up. If Cerra sticks around, she will have plenty to do in cleaning up the place, and MC can focus on actual renovations. Biggest downside is that the very act of moving here will suspicous as fuck - 'right before the abduction, a recent hire moves to a broken down warehouse that is both further from his new place of work and much more expensive' - only a retarded cop wouldn't search that place up and down just on principle.

But again - all of the above is based around lack of info regarding how people live in this setting. Like maybe ghettos here are straight up 'Sin City' - cops shot on sight kind of deal or landlords don't do maintenance inspections and there is different fire safety protocols? Or I am way off base how local law enforcement would go about the investigation and worrying over nothing.

Current choice with above considerations in mind: Find a place that's completely off the grid officially, and rig it up to our needs. If that's just not possible at all, than hangar.

Between Rida's ingenuety and MC's skills at crafting it shouldn't be that hard to rig up an abandoned place to leech off the power grid assuming they can find a location that's close to something functional and that uses lots of electricity already so that the leeching won't be noticeable. Usually seweage/water is a much bigger problem to quitely rig in such setups, but in case of abandoned/decomissioned properties it's those systems aren't broken it could be just a matter of opening the right valves.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>147733

I wanna say the Ground Apartment option, but theoretically we could take the Hangar and use our favor with Ophelia to get it furnished without having to do anything. Then again, we really should save that favor for something like a final assault of sorts on the BBEG.

As for Arida's mug, we should get one of those mugs that's reactive to hot liquids, and the image that gets revealed is a stylized picture of a spider with a completely obvious dick "hidden" in the image.

>>147734

For Arida's mug - "[Planet Name]'s Best Bedside Manner"

To help lure wary prey into her care.

>>147770

Cops are pretty much soldiers. They're violent, fast, and well-armed with power armor but not quite bright or trained to do anything but capture and break up fights. Problems are handled to an efficieny of the law rather than trying to help people out in most cases, though there is the occasional exception in the way of a nice guy cop genuinely interested in helping you out. They discriminate heavily on code no matter what, and since you're human (Blue), they'll assume most times you dindu nuffin'.

That said, your concerns are quite valid though. None of these hiding places are perfect, they're all linked to MC by his engram, which lists all your properties. The perfect scenario would be to get Mainframe out without people knowing she's gone.

The ghetto are quite literally sin city. Their scanners are out of date, nothing works, nobody cares, it's a fucking free-for-all. As far as the corporatocracy is concerned, those places are another housing district and aren't making any money. The effort expended to go in and clean that shit up isn't going to make them a return profit, so they throw it to Code Orange, where most the scraps go. This is the sort of contrasting garbage can/shadowrun looking part of town, where compared to the big glass towers and shining lights they've got neon and bricks.

The most important thing to take away from this is; If they know you have Mainframe no matter what, they're going to track you down by your engram like a fucking dog. That's the only way they'll be able to find you. The system is so reliant on that little chip that it becomes its greatest weapon and flaw. They won't remember your face, your name, they'll remember your number. If you can scramble that baby or have Mainframe stolen by someone else and brought to a dropoff point without being caught- maybe with a special smuggler's ship or something, you're golden.

If you want my DM's suggestion, getting a new apartment won't hide her if you're on the run. If it gets to that, you'll need to go into legit hiding. They'll just track your ass down via satellite, and if you tear out the engram you lose: All your money, access to buildings, access to the internet, fucking everything.

I like your suggestion of rigging a place off the grid, but you guys will have to find one and have something hooked up. These houses will be here if you ever need them again, but I can always reroll them another ingame week. PS: New day, your reroll is up. You get one.

With that said, the apartments are for either getting a bigger place or somehow stealthing Mainframe into the main society. If you want to shove her into an unknown locker somewhere far away, then you won't be finding it on the surface internet, which is regulated to all hell.

Maybe Mainframe or Ophelia can help?

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>147900

Of the current 3 choices, 2 are going to be useless if theft is traced to him and 1 is basically handing ourselves over to Blacktops.

Lets not waste time on apartment if that's how it works.

Voting for MC exploring for a place off the grid. First priority for free time should be another attempt to reconcile with Nauni though before we go exploring.

Ask Mainframe for help with search - off the grid locations might not be under vacancy listings on the controlled internet, but she might find intercepts like 'no buyers for old derelict factory near a functioning [something we can leech utilities off]' or 'old school set to be re-purposed when next budget allows (never)'

>>147820

>>Giving future harem waifu a mug depicting futa-her

Hell no. There is risk of her taking offence and than there is risk of her actually having a way to go futa on MC's ass in revenge and alping him. There is no telling what abilities modern medicine grants in that regard.

>>147847

This is better.

>>147900

did not get the dream at all

>>147965

What dream? The one after Arida?

>>147965

Didn't mean futa, just that there's a dick hidden somewhere in the image, like the way her arms are posed or the design on her spider abdomen.

>>147734

You're not quite sure what you expected. The apartments are nice, but the problem still remains of not knowing how to get Mainframe out without being noticed. You need something off the grid, something that the normal internet can't provide information on, as wonderful as it is.

The air conditioning overhead mingles with Rida's lazy snoring, the atmosphere of your cozy office job turning to white-noise. It's perfect. Already comfortable with your spot against the wall, you simply close your eyes and focus on the blue ring in the distance…

Feeling is sapped from your body as you slump over, transcending reality and entering Mainframe's digi-mental realm. You float in the lukewarm void before the massive blue ring, now turned to an iris, your mind attentive only to the firm connection between you two. The gut feeling that she is listening gives you the go-ahead to start talking. You have a couple favors to ask.

The first is to search for abandoned facilities near heavy power grids to sap. She needs to pick a place that would work for her equipment, and she's sure to be the most knowledgable on that subject. A hiding place, somewhere she can go when you help her escape.

Mainframe's voice is echous and potent, conquering the space around you and stretching on through the void. “Master… I'm scared.” You are suddenly sapped with an intense feeling of dread, your limbs heavy and throat caught with a sensation of pseudo-drowning. “They're going to die, my sisters. They're going to die, we're going to die…” You're overwhelmed by her growing fear, your own heart beating as though you were the one panicking instead of her.

Fortunately, your resolve is stalwart. You ask Mainframe to calm down, everything is going to be fine. You both need to focus on getting her out of there as a first priority. She needs to be patient if you're going to save anyone.

There's a silence, she's stopped wallowing in her woes and your heart slowly begins to calm. You further reassure her by explaining that your meeting with Ophelia went off without a hitch. She's agreed to help you, and the best part is she's none the wiser as to why. You won a favor from her.

Mainframe's panic further calms, though there is still a paranoid urgency in the air. “I-I'm sorry Master. I can see them, scared and blinded. There's so much red… It's so loud. I will try to focus.” After a few seconds, she seems to force herself- and therefore the area around you, to relax.

Relief flows through you, however the panic attack she just had is still a cause for concern.

The void is silent for a bit while she collects her thoughts, then she speaks again. “…You wish for me to search for a hiding place then, Master? One that can support my voltage?” She asks.

You respond with an affirmative yes. It's her top priority at the moment. You're working on freeing her 'sisters', but you need more time to prepare, and she's the first one you can save.

“I, I will do it.” She responds.

Your connection is close to fading, mostly due to Mainframe's anxiety. You need to hurry up. You ask Mainframe for one more thing. You need her to do a bit of research on the Red Dawn. You heard about them at the party, but you want to know what she can find.

“The Red Dawn… Searching.” She states after a moment of hesitational thought. “Reposting…”

Words begin to form all around you in a tornado of information, binary codes and search snippets spinning like a jet engine's turbine. You feel like you'll be swallowed alive by the sheer speed of the swirling white terminal lettering, but it poses no threat to a place without air or physics. Images of golden and red suns, fists and praying hands, all seeming like imperial standards found on flags in video games begin to crop up around a central image, an archived thread from an imageboard;

—

>1/3

>>148226

'Alright /pal/s, let me give you the rundown of this whole Red Dawn, Golden Dawn deal. They're pretty secretive, but from asking around with my buddies and doing a bit of digging I've figured a few things out. The Golden Dawn is a group of old-school Paladindus on the reserve that run a cathedral/temple type deal. They're sworn to wizardhood, complete celibacy. Not the usual anti-mamono stance but legit 'no girls allowed'. Their temple is supposedly filled with forgotten knowledge, holy artifacts, all that jazz. It's like a museam's wet dream in there.

Anyway, The Golden Dawn used to be a singular Paladindu preservation organization made up of modern Amish monks. They follow the old rules and distance themselves from society as much as possible. Their front gates are locked and when they go out for whatever reason, they refuse to talk to people. They supposedly know their shit when it comes to hand-to-hand, technology, and old world stories. Fast as fuck too. With that little background info out of the way, this is where the Red Dawn comes in.

See, not everyone agreed with the Golden Dawn's plan of sitting around and watching their society fall apart. The Red Dawn used to be their guard sect which kept pretty much everyone from breaking in and trying to fuck with the monks, but they decided it'd be easier if they just 'removed snek' themselves. The Red Dawn apparently left the Golden Dawn rather recently and started their own anti-Mamono resistance, complete with swords and power armor. Sorry that there isn't much information, all I know is that they're basically a really big neo-crusader group.

Onto the Zeus Frame. Super important shit man, this thi<<<INFORMATION CORRUPTED>>>'

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—

“I found these on a locked-down site, Master. I hope they help. The trustworthiness of this information is difficult to place because the site was deleted, but we don't know who these people are.” Mainframe finishes.

It'll have to do, if anything you got a good summary and a confirmation that they are indeed Paladindus, not that you doubted that. You could perhaps dig deeper, but not with the connection you have now. It's close to the end of its life and you've got to work. You thank Mainframe for her help and remind her to remain calm. You'll be getting her out of that damn place soon.

…

The blue ring fades as you stir from your nap, the carpet brushing against your eyelashes while the fuzzy room begins to come into focus through the lense of your sleeping scouter, void of information beyond the time in the upper right corner; 10:30.

Rida sits at her desk, her head in one paw and the other lazily flicking the mouse on her computer. Gentle blue bags lay just beneath her eyes, perfecting her tired hangover appearance. Her small breasts still remain on full display, their perkiness sapped due to her poor, slumped posture. She's completely absorbed by the screen, paying you no mind whatsoever.

You get up off the floor and walk to her side, resting your hand on her chair and reading her screen over her shoulder due to a curious instinct. Unfortunately, whatever was there before is tabbed. The window shrinks off to the side to reveal holographic icons contrasting the dark blue background with bright oranges and reds.

Rida turns her head toward you, her tired expression a total buzzkill. Even her ears look dead with the way they're flopped against her head. “Can I fucking help you, snoopy?”

You cough it off, shrugging your shoulders and mentioning that you just came over to see if she need any help with the hang-over? You could carry her down to Arida's office if she's too lazy to walk.

>2/3

>>148227

She hesitates, blinking harshly and rubbing the liquid from her eyes. Was she crying? “Uh, no. Last time you carried me down the stairs, you fucking dropped me.” She sniffs, sickly.

Oh, that. You remain silent for a moment, you and Rida just staring at eachother for the longest time without a word. Her ear flicks with irritation, the bud of her tail felt tapping the back of your ankle.

You break the silence by mentioning that lunch is coming soon, so maybe she'd like you to get her something? Her favorite meal, if it isn't too expensive.

She ignores you for a moment, looking back to the computer and toying with an icon. “Look- Can you just… Ugh. My head hurts, and you're bothering me, and I just want to be alone, okay? Go back to sleep or something.”

Her expression is a bit off, rather than the usual anger or exhaustion that dominates that of Rida with a hangover, Rida's more on the lines of disappointment. She's frowning, avoiding eye-contact, and remaining awfully still. Maybe something's bothering her?

>What do you do?

Time: 10:35 AM.

>3/3

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>148228

We could go get her a couple of aspirin and a 2 or 3 liter jug/bottle of water or a few of them, since hangovers are really just you being super dehydrated.

After getting her that stuff we could ask her what's bothering her, and if she really doesn't want to talk about it it's not worth getting spined again.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>148228

I'm on board with >>148231

>>148231

Think she might be upset at us?

>>148311

Why would she be? Just like most of the women in our life she has feelings for us because we had sex with them. Yet we won't take responsibility with anyone and continue to sleep with about 7 other women. Why would she be upset with us? It just doesn't make any sense.

>>148311

I just think that constantly nagging at someone until they either tell you what you wanted or for you to fuck off isn't the best way to do things. It has to be on their own time. Plus we really should try to avoid being spined again if we want to do anything productive today (in-story).

>>148231

supporting this

>>148370

Technically we met Rida 8 days ago, our first sexual experience was a threesome with her best friend, has been introduced directly to two women whom MC has specifically declared to have a deeper relationship with and finally MC is currently in deep shit with his girlfriend - a situation for which Rida bears significant responsibility due to her drunken antics and subsequent meddling.

It really wouldn't make any sense for her to be upset with MC over proclivity to indiscriminate sex at this point.

>>148380

That still doesn't mean that Rida's feelings couldn't be growing stronger over time, they are monsters after all and they might be finding it harder to just accept MC isn't theirs and theirs alone.

>>148386

feels like at first opportunity some anons are bringing out their anti-harem axes to grind.

why don't we avoid guessing and instead wait to find out. She might have placed bets on Arida being fucked into a coma and is now disappointed by MC's sexual performance…

If Rida's current problem actually IS that MC is a slut trying to make a harem, than to me that just puts her into friend zone and MC should focus on more girls who are more agree-able to sharing

>>148311

>>148370

It also might have been because of whatever she was just looking at that we didn't see.

You shrug your shoulders and nod to Rida, deciding that the best thing you can do for her is help soothe her hangover. Thankfully, you know just how to help.

Rida stares at you the whole time you head for the door, not taking her eyes off you once. It's clear she won't tab in until you're literally out of her sight, so you push your curiosity to the back of your mind for the time being and close the door behind you.

You head down the catwalk, through the lockers and across the hall to medical.

“Oh, hello Anon. Is something the matter?” Arida asks, sliding back from her computer and looking to you.

You mention that Rida has a bit of a headache from her hangover and seems really bothered, so you came down here to get her some fresh water and aspirin, or whatever she's got to fix that.

“Ohh. Well, if her headache is as bad as mine when I saw her bill, she's going to need it. One moment, Anon.” Arida steps out from behind the desk and heads into the back room, leaving you to observe the infirmary and its many doctoral furnitures. A white room draped with light green cloths and accents, decorated with plenty of shelves and steel trays. It wasn't the most beautiful or stylized place, but it certainly felt professional.

Arida soon returns with a little cup of pills and a large bottle of crystal clear water, handing them off to you with a smile. “Tell Dr. Rida I said hello, won't you Anon? And make sure she stays out of trouble!”

You nod and promptly thank Arida, turning around to deliver the items to Rida.

Before you can leave the room, Arida calls for you to wait; “Hold on! Anon!” She skitters up behind you, the closed distance only serving as a reason not to yell. “You know, manticore are technically derived from a type of big-cat, right?” She asks, a wild smile appearing across her face- though only to fill the moment of the rhetorical question. “Well, as much as Rida probably won't admit it, manticore like to have their ears scratched. If anything gets out of hand, you could try that.” The arachne suggests, the corners of her lips quivering around her smirk.

An odd piece of information that you already sorta knew, somewhere deep down inside. It's a good thing she stopped you though, as you had almost forgotten a very important gift! You slip the water bottle in your jumpsuit's pocket and reach into your other. This is as good a time as any to give Arida her mug!

Arida curiously watches with knitted brows as you sift through your pockets, your finger held up in a gesture for her to 'hold on' while you squeeze the large mug out of your pocket. On the side of the white cup reads; “World's Best Bedside Manner” with a little personalization of a happy spider. You hold it out to her with a smile, and she returns your expression.

The arachne takes the cup in both hands. “Oh! A cute little spider and a fact, how thoughtful!” She winks at you, “I'll be sure to avoid filling it with anything but decaf, as to prevent voiding the statement.”

>Arida genuinely likes the gift. You've gained a few extra relationship points with her.

Welp, you're done here. You give Arida another goodbye and a bonus 'thank you' before leaving medical and heading back to Rida's office.

>1/2

>>148928

Upon your arrival, you make sure to knock a couple times and warn that you're entering, to which you recieve a confirmation in a clearly bothered voice; “Come on in…”

Rida sits at her desk with her paws clenched around her head, still poorly dressed and lacking fun. She glances to you, lowering her paw to tap a key as you approach. The computer's hologram wavers fatally as the light descends into the center projector. Having cleared whatever she doesn't want you to see from sight, Rida leans back in her chair and taps the armrest's control panel to lazily swivel in your direction. She tilts it back, just staring at you with that depressing look on her face. “The fuck is it this time, Anon?”

You mention that she looks distressed and tired. You suspect the reason to be her hangover, so you went and got her some aspirin and water. You hand Rida the pills and the cold, crystal-clear water.

Rida takes them, forcing a crude smile then tossing back the pills like a jello shot. She twists the thick cap off the bottle and goes bottoms up, the chair slightly rocking from the forceful toss of her head. It pours into her mouth like a drain, she doesn't even stop to breathe as she consumes the liquid. Once the bottle is empty, she pops it from her lips with a light gasp, tossing the plastic onto the floor. “Thanks, or whatever. Now uh, can I get back to work or are you expecting something?” She raises her brow, crossing her arms under her small breasts as her tail flicks about beneath the railroaded chair.

You shake your head, you don't expect anything from Rida. Though, you do mention that she looks sad today. You want to know what's up, but if she doesn't feel like telling, it's no big deal.

Rida's ears wilt atop her head. She lays her arms on the rests of her chair, leaning further back and looking to the ceiling. “I… I'm just, an idiot is all.”

An idiot? You repeat this aloud to her, canting your head.

Rida nods, looking toward the sleeping projector for a moment. “I drank too much last night…” She starts, catching embarassment in her throat. “And did something really stupid, and it's just beating me up.” She says, red coming to her face. Though, this type of embarassment is far from adorable. The disappointment, the failure flowing off her skin…

>What do you do? Leave Rida alone? Try and cheer her up? Push it? Go do something else?

>2/2

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>148929

Tell her you're basically a pro at fucking up so you can relate and scratch her ears. If she doesn't take it well, apologize and say that it was a bit of advice given in passing by Arida when you mentioned that she wasn't feeling well, but she may have just been screwing with you for fun.

>>148929

>>148942

If we need to give Rida references regarding our fuckups for whatever reason, we've:

-Nearly shot her with a bolt

-Ended up envenomed on a public sidewalk (we called her)

-Managed to drop her down some stairs

-Managed to act like an asshole toward her on several occassions

And that's just some of the stuff she's been involved with. This week.

>>148942

I like the approach at conversation but just reaching out to scratch her ears might be really awkward. I am trying to picture how one might try to do that mid conversation with a person sitting as she is and coming up with nothing but cringe-level-awkward.

On the other hand - we can still do it and immediately use it as an example of yet another fuck up.

Also I suggest we give her a solemn promise that "no matter how embarrassing or morally bad it is, we won't tease her about that specific thing…. for 1 whole month starting now. Also won't tell anyone else."

>>148977

Not teasing her about it or telling anybody else is a good move if we find out what it is. We shouldn't say we'll tease her about it sooner or later because we don't know what it's about. There's some real potential to make an ass of ourselves if it's a serious matter.

You step toward Rida with a disarming smile, your knees pushing against the base of the chair, on either side of her legs.

Rida's ears flatten against her head. Her lips purse and her brows knit in judging confusion. “Uhh… What the hell are you doing, Anon-”

Before she can finish her sentence, you swiftly grab her ears and press your thumbs into the interior. You stroke the fluffy tuffs down and nuzzle your fingertips into the crease at the base of her head. Rida's face goes stone, she's completely caught off guard. “A-anon dude, serious…ly…”

After the first few seconds though, Rida begins to close her eyes. She leans back into her chair, a smile spreading across her face. The massage you're giving her has purrs erupting from her lungs, just barely whistling through her lax lips.

Holy shit, it worked! You don't waste any time, even with the awkward position of your groin almost being in her face.

You begin your speech with the fact that you are the king of fuckups. Everything you've done has failed in some significant way, such is life for you. From nearly shooting her, to being poisoned several times, to dropping her down the stairs. And that's just the shit she was there to see.

Rida chuckles a little, reopening her eyes and trying to fight a smile as she looks up to you. She just nods, her lips quivering a slight bit. She can't seem to decide on continuing to pout or just giving in to the pats.

You circle around to the back of the chair, turning her around to face the desk as you go. Once in position, you drape your arms over the chair and take her ears again to continue the massage.

You explain that anything she fucked up, no matter how morally outrageous or embarassing, you could fuck up more. With that said, if she wants to tell you what happened and get it off her chest, she can. You won't even tease her about it. It'll be your little secret.

Rida's ears duck in your hands, flattening against her head. “It's nothing wrong or evil, it was just… well, fucking cringy alright?”

Cringy? You ask her to explain, you won't say it out loud but all she's doing is building curiosity.

The manticore takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and stalling the moment. “A-alright, I'll show you…” Her voice stings with embarassed heat, the type of sounds a bullied kid at school would make. Completely lacking esteem and disappointed in themselves.

Rida's paw inches toward the computer, flicking the projector back on then tabbing open the window she had hidden from you. It's an imageboard, of which you are quite familiar with, with a picture of the party you were at last night in the original post. Rida's moonman costume? It's just her sitting at the bar drinking a thick brown drink out of a bottle through the hole in her mask. The post reads; “So I was at this party last night and this autistic bitch was sitting across from me. She spent the whole night drinking and spouting shit from /pol/ in that stupid costume, like she thought it was funny or something. I can't believe this shit is real.”

Every reply after that is pretty much talking about the cringe, editing Rida's masks with fedoras and sperging about the meme being ruined forever. They milk her like the lol-holstaur she is, and in a few places you have to fight hard not to laugh. Your massage of Rida's ears slowly loses traction and she begins to grit her teeth, looking up at your quivering face.

You can see the sorrow welling up in the corner of her reddened gaze, your resolve failing. You feel bad for laughing, but you just can't hold it back. The more you hold your breathe and cough it off, the funnier it becomes. You manage to get yourself under control, mostly because of Rida's death stare.

>Rolled an 8. You are losing resolve and Rida is not happy with it. What do you do?

**Sorry for the short post, I'm getting busier as the week goes on. I'll still be posting daily but the quality might've dropped as a result. I apologize in advanced. By monday I'll be done with what I'm doing and be able to focus on the CYOA, also hopefully finish the K-SET episode.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>149589

Welp, let's see what to do here. Trust begets trust. Easiest thing to do if she's put herself into a vurnerable position with us is to do the same with her. Just grin and tell her not to tell anyone else, and relate quick some cringeworthy backstory of our own about some fuckup in our past. Also, start massaging her ears again.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>149616

This, tell her about the time we got bullied by that dragon named Jexxica.

So uh, what're the odds we can go home with Arida tonight?

I've been hoping we could maybe try the closet option this time

>>150423

Because of my IRL right now and the other projects, sex scenes will either be short or infrequent. I'd prefer a little downtime before going into another sex-scene. Maybe doing something more date-like, less lewd, IDK. Up to you guys. The CYOAs on the board right now are sapping a ton of attention so if you wanna wait a week for A: That to blow over and B: for me to get the energy to write it, fine by me, but know that it'll be a while.

>>150423

against that.

Tonight MC should visit Nauni, in person, clear up misunderstanding over the party, attempt reconciliation.

Don't hide sex with Arida… but do tell Nauni he misses her and doesn't want her to leave him. Ask if there is any way she might accept him on the premise of him being a man slut. Also if she is still interested, update her on progress with Mainframe -. her getting better, her being scared, MC's securing a favor from Blacktops

isn't pretty much every housing option capable of handling the gazer outside of our budget?

>>149631

I see opportunity for us to run into Jexx again, and for Rida to play the big damn hero. Also, if we're telling a story about us being bullied, Rida should find it hot.

>>150526

I don't mind smaller stuff. Like way in the beginning when we weren't sure whether Nauni or Arida were about to rape us. I actually liked that blurring where non-sex scenes had teasing in it.

>>150526

A 'date' with Arida?

That could be pretty nice.

>>150629

The houses should be affordable if you sacrifice your monthly spending money. Plus, most of the houses can also take Cerra, who could pay rent. But yes, they're quite expensive and I believe we're going for something else; an off-grid location like a broken subway instead.

>>150589

I would also like to focus on Nauni tonight.

Based on Arida's descriptions so far she doesn't seem like a steady monogamous relationship kind of girl and while I would like to try out the other scenes, they can wait a while.

Wouldn't want her to think MC is clingy.

>>149589

Rida's furious wildcat expression puts the fear of death and rape in you, somewhat sapping your desire to laugh. You shrug your shoulders and mention that it's really not that bad.

“Not that bad!? You're fucking LAUGHING at me! Everyone on the whole womanosphere is! I'm a JOKE. I'm an AUTIST!” Rida cries desperately, her paws held out infront of her and yearning for the center of her palms.

Well, she is kind of an autist, but you've sperged out a couple times in your lifetime as well. You throw your hands into your pocket and feign a bit of embarassment, which isn't hard because it's not a particularly pleasant memory.

Nonetheless, Rida seems interested in your story. Her ears are perked up and her expression is frozen as it were, save for the raising of one brow.

You start off by telling her about your school. You went to a shitty public general education, which means high mamono population. Naturally with a high mamono population, there was a distinct lack of boys in the classes. Girls that age don't quite know how to handle talking to people, especially dragons.

Rida's ears flick gently as your story captures her attention. You can see her eyes focusing on your flushed cheek, and her expression seems to be calming down a slight bit.

Continuing from the point of dragons, you explain how there was this one bitch from your classes who was relentless in messing with you. She didn't give you one second to yourself in the hall and made sure to outperform you in gym as much as she could. She'd hide your clothes, knock equipment out of your hands, and do the same activity as you but twice as well to emasculate your honor.

“…Dragon bully? Really? That's what you're going with?” Rida snorts, leaning back in the chair and rolling her eyes.

You huff, indignified. This is no joke! Jexxica was a real pain in your ass when you were a kid. She'd always steal your writing ideas and write them as a shittier version, but the teacher gave her extra points because dragons aren't known to be good writers. She made you do her projects in class, give her your extra snack credits, and worst of all, you couldn't even go to the bathroom in the same class as her because she'd follow you out and camp the boy's entrance to fuck with you some more. You had to jack off in the stall to wear yourself out of the mood before she could get to you.

Rida finally loses it, bursting out with intense laughter. She throws her head back, wheezing for a throw before groaning. “Oh my fucking god, Anon. Alright, I'll give you some credit, but you really don't think I haven't read Dragon Bully?”

…What? You don't have a response for that. You have no fucking clue what she's talking about. You really, honestly don't. This legitimately happened to you as a child. Everyone gets bullied at some point.

The manticore's smirk slowly disappates at your lack of reaction. “Wait- You're not serious are you? Dragon Bully? You know, the best-selling softcore porn book? It's about some kid named Anthony being sexually bullied by a dragon in highschool, but eventually learns his place and submits to her. He even offers his lunch money in exchange for her domming. They end up going back to her house and doing some freaky BDSM shit. It's like the Mamono Fifty Shades of Gray, dude. Written by Jexxica… Pretty good pun you made. Come on, you fucking know it. Maybe you mixed them up or something?”

No- No you've never heard of this. First, you ask Rida how the hell she knows so much about this book, of which is one of millions on earth.

“I'm a forty year old manticore! What the hell do you think I did in my 30s? I like tying men up and fucking them. Everyone jacks it to something, Anon.”

Unbelievable… You're going to have to google this shit. Then again, does it really matter all that much?

>You have gained the sidequest – Confronting the Bully. The main goal of this is to find out if Rida's story is true and find out as much information as possible about the author. Then again, maybe the past is best left in the past?

>The good news is you've taken Rida's mind off her embarassments. What do you do next?

Done with classes IRL. Continuing with schedule as normal.

>>151549

> her paws held out infront of her and yearning for the center of her palms.

is this a reference to some joke?

>Dragon Bully? the best-selling softcore porn book.

… we told that story to Nauni as a way to get closer to her. Either 1. Nauni knows about the book and immediately decided MC was a poser, but played along because she liked him at the time or (2) another ticking time-bomb is hanging over that relationship as she will eventually find out and decide MC trying to manipulate her feelings.

In fact… I wonder what how Nauni, who recently discovered her femdom side during her time with MC, has been entertaining herself while recovering in the hospital.

>What do you do next?

Now that she is back to her normal self, MC should enquire if there is anything work related he can help her at, and if not keep studying the software/design exercises and simulations like he began doing at the end of last work week.

He got into this job mostly to secure Rida's help with Mainframe, but he might as well try to get every bit of knowledge and skill out of being there while he can.

>>151566

It's just a dramatic pose with outstretched hands clenched in fists. Sort of like the 'Why would you do that'.jpg

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>>151549

>>151566

I'm good with learning more for work, but since it should only take a moment, first let's ask Rida to Space Google this book, see if maybe there's a full name or picture of the author we can look at and see if it's the same dragon we talked about. I'm morbidly curious.

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>>151566

>In fact… I wonder what how Nauni, who recently discovered her femdom side during her time with MC, has been entertaining herself while recovering in the hospital.

She's been getting it on with the lonely doctors of course :^)

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>>151549

Wait, Rida is an ara ara?

WAIFU HER IMMEDIATELY

ROLL TO PULL A DIAMOND RING OUT OUR ASS AND PROPOSE TO HER

Idk why I thought she was only slightly older than MC though

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>>151779

I also roll to waifu ara ara autist

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>>151549

would rather proceed as quickly as possible with the story to the evening when MC can hopefully try to get Nauni back. So rolling for a fruitful day at work either helping Rida or improving his skills >>151566

It looks like MC isn't going to go into career of ship design, so it may useless to him in the long term - but I think it's shows a positive quality when a person uses every chance at self-improvement.

Also lets not sperg out to start proposing to Rida on the spot - that's just crack and MC has yet to recover from his previous bout of that.

Also hopefully Nauni hasn't started venting her pent up ardor and anger on the doctors - she should do that on MC

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>>151795

No fuck you.

Ara ara autist waifu ahoy.

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Regarding what to do next, have rida look this book up and sit behind her, and pet her ears with both our hands, really just scratch them and massage them and REALLY JUST give her the works with how intensely we pet her until we either make her start chuffing/purring affectionately or get elbowed in the ribs.

>>151732

>>151812

MC has his own engram on him with access to internet.

Rida just gave us the exact title and first name of the author.

I too am curious about whether MC told truth and that dragon girl wrote a book about his humiliation, or whether he lied to Nauni and got really unlucky on picking species/name for his lie…

but isn't it going to be weird for him to ask Rida to do a basic lookup for him in the given circumstances? Not exactly a normal manager/employee relationship, but still it's like asking your boss to tie your shoes for you because you don't feel like it at the moment.

MC should do his own lookup and we need OP to clarify whether MC originally invented his story with Nauni or told the truth about his childhood.

Hopefully it was truth - can be milked some more for pity points in the future.

First things first, you ask if Rida would search up this book's author for you, out of curiosity.

Rida shrugs her shoulders, “Yeah whatever…” She says, turning her chair back to the computer and shaking the projector awake through the mouse. The hardlight display flickers in a near-failure as it recalibrates the colors, words scanning to life across the light to reconstruct the imageboard.

Rida's ears pin against her head at this sight, but it seems she's done wallowing. She closes the window and opens up a search engine. With trained fingers, she quickly punches in the words; 'Jexxica, Dragon Bully Author.', then clicks search. A terminal pops up in the window, thousands of letters from all over the web whizzing up by the milisecond. You see a few highlights of 'Jexxica' and 'Dragon' just cropping up all over the place. The number in the top right begins to climb. “2,345,213,143,974 hits”

The terminal fades out, and is replaced with a list of links from various main domains. You point to a pedia, and suggest that's the best place to find her. While Rida begins sifting through the links, you go back to entertaining her fluffy ears.

You rub your fingers inside the pink hoods, dragging your thumbs across the back of them and rolling the two tufted triangles in small circles. Rida's face slightly twitches between focus and relaxation, a deep breath sucked into her lungs suddenly being expelled as a blissful sigh, which further devolves into an engine-like chuffing. You've definitely found the sweet spot.

“God damnit, Anon. How did you get so good at this?” She asks, her voice strained with reclined leisure. Her tail begins to slightly rise from the seat, the spines on the bulb flaring out and interior flesh lubricating at an alarming rate. Dark stains appear as the drops from her appendage hit the carpet, warning you to slow down your massage.

You want to remain productive today, and getting spined again isn't a risk you're particularly wanting to take this afternoon. You lull yourself into a subconcious ear-rubbing state, reallocating your focus to the wiki.

“Jexxica is the author of the book series 'Dragon Bully'. She wrote the bestselling erotic romance novels in…

Early life and education – Jexxica was born on … and went to…”

You stare at the name of your school Of which I'm too lazy to think of for the longest time, the picture of a grinning dragon girl in the top right corner. The light flickers over the projected pixels. Her face hasn't changed, you can still see the frustrated youth behind her facaded smile, but damn did she fill out nice. A somewhat muddled nostalgia mixes in your gut. It's unbelievable. She's fucking rich, and you're down here bolting plates.

“Anon… A-anon?” Rida asks, glancing up at you with her ears pinned. “Why did you uh… s-stop?” She stammers to ask, as though she had just jolted awake.

You shake your head and mention that you're done looking at the wiki. You'd like to focus on work right now. You ask if there's anything she needs done today.

She huffs, leaning back in the chair and flicking her ears to find your hands, which sadly aren't there. “Yeah, I gotta build a new design for some piece of shit carrier with six belts. You can watch and learn, though.” A blush comes to her face, her teeth clenching together for a brief moment. “If you uh, get bored or fidgety, you can play with my.. ears.” She hesitates, clearing her throat.

Well, seems Arida wasn't fucking with you after all. You go ahead and return to your focused massage, stroking the fluffy ears with your full attention on rolling the base…

>Rida's work was slow, but she manages to construct a decent base for the engine and select a few parts. Infact, thanks to your massage, she didn't even get frustrated when the dialog box warned her of a simulated overheat or an overtightened belt that could cause long-term damage. She just did the mathematical corrections, minmaxxed the shit out of it, and sighed once in a while.

Request to fast-forward granted

>Wanting to get the day over with, you and Rida eat lunch together in the office. You grab some shitty crackers and an energy drink from the machines, having forgotten your lunch, which costs you 1.50 funbucks for the crackers and 2.50 for the red bull. When returning, you and Rida work on the engine some more.

> -4 funbucks. You now have 68.99 Funbucks.

>Extra relationship points with Rida.

>+1.5 Engines Skill, +1.5 Complicated Programs Skill

>What do you do? It is now 4:30PM.

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>>152106

>what do we do

Send a VERY angry email to Jexxica ranting about how she inaccurately depicted you in the story (whether you read it or not doesn't matter, since Jexxica did it you automatically think its shit) and call her a shit character.

You know you want to

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>>152106

MC should head home, change clothes, shower and head over to Nauni, assuming he can do all that before the visiting hours are over if such restraints exist at the hospice where she is staying. If not, head to see Nauni directly.

This time, no crack jokes, politely ask to explain the situation in private.

First, clear up the misunderstanding:

Explain that the cheshire thing was a last resort of necessity. Situation with Mainframe is getting more serious as she had told us other specimens like her are getting 'used up' in some experiments or just liquidated. MC is still looking for ways he can help her and last night turned out to be the only opportunity he was likely to get in a while to contact a particularly hardcore group of criminals whose help he might need. So much as he wanted to be here yesterday to deliver his apology note himself, he couldn't pass up the chance for that meeting. Relying on the cheshire was an act of desperation which he only took because he was afraid that Nauni would think he has given up on her completely - the cat was supposed to just teleport in while Nauni slept, leave the note and gift for her to find in the morning and get out. That obviously backfired but she should know that's not like he just went clubbing for fun and games - though there turned out to be both, when she was receiving his note he was actually trying not to get shot.

Secondly - he considered what she said his propensity for getting in trouble of both normal and lewd variety. That part of him appears to be incurable. Does not change how he feels about Nauni. Ask if she can find any way for their relationship to continue in spite of his faults. What he said at the end when he first introduced her to Mainframe still stands - he will accept any terms.

Nauni is in my opinion, best girl. But I don't think this MC could possibly stay faithful to her. Or rather, I don't think this CYOA would remain quite as interesting if it went that way - too many interesting girls and anons wanting to explore. Than there is his luck. In real life with a human girl 'I'm a slut, please find a way to deal with that.' obviously wouldn't fly, but I just can't see anything else he can offer Nauni

Rolling for MC to not fuck up that conversation (as I reviewed his relationship with Nauni, seems like his last chance to fix it).

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>>152118

Fuck the main storyline, how will we gain any exp if we ignore the side quests? ',:^)

This pls

>>152118

why would anyone do that?

There is a potential journey here with this plot development and just straight up bitching at our school bully via email is probably the absolute worst way to handle it.

What possible benefit could come of that?

If any reporter gets hold of that email and MC is identified, investigated and confirmed as the 'victim' of that popular story, that alone is likely to fuck his life up, regardless of how Jexxica who was apparently a straight up bitch would handle it. MC will become the center of a gossip media shit storm. Goodbye any chance to help Mainframe with his new status as rapebait celebrity. It would screw over everything he has been trying to achieve in this story.

And we don't even know what she wrote in that book. With the current laws in this world - what if the local authorities take notice? Author writes a very popular book detailing politically incorrect story of a femdom predator abusing a fictional boy-toy. Suddenly turns out it wasn't fiction and there is an actual victim to question about exactly which parts of that story were true.

MC might end up not just as the world renown rapebait, but also the most hated one who consigned the most popular author to be brainwashed via 're-conditioning' - with several million fans looking for revenge.

Sending that letter would be the most stupid act he has done in this CYOA to date - including the time when he made fun of his girlfriends serious injuries.

>>152125

>implying that starglider would write that instead of making it a fun misadventure

>taking the story this seriously

>all these assumptions

>all that text

You smell that? Smells like aspergers.

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>>152118

>MC is in school

>Gets bullied mercilessly by Dragon

>MC's denseness causes him to ignore Dragon's misguided affection

>Heartbroken, Dragon channels her heartbreak, sorrow, and deepest repressed sexual desires into a best selling book, becoming rich and famous

>Despite being a viable wife, Dragon couldn't stand the thought of being with any other man than the goofy little boy she bullied

>Surrounded by wealth, it didn't matter without her love in her arms.

>She spent the rest of her days forming piles of her treasure hoard roughly into the shape of the boy she fell in love with. Gently snuggling with the crude representations, a pale comparison to the treasure she truly desired.

That or Jexxica is just a cruel bitch who wrote the book just to further embarrass MC, having no sexual or romantic attraction, simply wanting to see him suffer.

Rolling to investigate rich dragon printed shitposter author.

>>152127

>author consistently reacts to shit posting and crack suggestions with lasting consequences

>half a thread was spent on straight up discussions of exactly this for anons who couldn't get the hint

>story still trying to dig out of the hole the last crack suggestion sent it toward

>anons keep assuming he won't write anything 'unfortunate'

>author keeps spending own time and effort to develop setting and characters

>story is full of serious elements like totalitarian society and slavery

>paying attention to said efforts is now 'aspergers'

your apathy makes you so cool anon.

I bet every girl you know would probably drench themselves just from being near you… if only they knew how little you care about stuff.

regarding the book, agree with >>152128

MC should use any free time he has (like his rides on the tram) to investigate and at least read some of it to see how closely it resembles reality.

There are probably much better ways to make use of this development than spamming her PR agency with whiny emails.

- we send an angry message about 'the contents of the book,' which we've never read

- Jexxica thinks we're blackmailing her, and decides it's better to scare/kill us than risk brainwashing

- Rida swings by to play Big Damn Hero and save our ass. Fails embarrassingly, but her sperglord knowledge of fap material winds up correcting the misunderstanding.

- Jexx offers us some sort of solution to our housing/warehousing problem on the condition that we act as her muse for the 'Bully Dragon' Series.

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>>152106

>>152120

Also looking to go settle things with Nauni.

>>152120

Rolling in support.

Must get tentacular femdom group sex back…

book thing - finding something like that out reacting by pissed of emails is autistic behaviour.

When MC gets into trouble trying to do something smart and gets a bad roll - funny.

Intentionally choosing to act like a retard and hoping OP keeps managing to write that into good results doesn't make for a fun CYOA.

Against sending spastic emails.

No idea how MC might turn the book thing to his advantage - he probably should tell Nauni at some point to avoid her getting the wrong impression.

Otherwise just research it enough to avoid any traps of ignorance and sit on it.

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forgot to actually roll

>>152106

>>152265

Forgot to mention, I'm also against sending angry email to dragon lady.

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>>152118

Yeah I agree with this, I think we should send her an angry email. And don't worry guys If she comes after us we'll just run, it is leg day after all.

:^)

>>152265

>>152131

>This much butthurt over an online story about our chinese cartoon waifus

It's like you faggots don't know how to have fun

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>>152118

This tbh btw, also hoping that this scenario plays out >>152128

would be qt as fuck, having our former bully a member of our slowly growing harem.

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Hey wait a minute.

>Jexxica

Is this some kind of retarded writefag circlejerk or something?

…aaanyway, my vote is >>152224

only instead of resolving to kill us, Jexxica intends on bullying us more.

Eh honestly, the dragon doesn't really appeal to me… probably because I've gotten tired of the whole standard 'dragon bully' stuff.

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>>152604

in reviewing the 'Bus Pun' scene there was also the mistake with showing her Rida's video -

so in addition to this spiel >>152120

MC could try to work in that he really didn't consider that the scene might upset her in light of recent events and her being in the hospice, but while that was pretty inconsiderate of him there is another side to it - it is because of how strongly he feels about Nauni that the idea of her being jealous didn't even blink on his radar. A saner person might have hesitated to run to his girlfriend with the tale and video evidence of such an 'adventure' - but to MC it didn't even occur that he should be trying to hide it from Nauni.

It's one of those newbie mistakes in relationships, where one evaluates things based on the knowledge of one's feelings without adjusting for the fact that the other person can't reassure themselves by just reading your thoughts and heart.

Anyway, he honestly just showed up that day wracking his brain as to how he might cheer her up after the accident - when MC gets seriously hurt, than for him it helps to deal by making light of the situation - hence the bus pun idea. And the video was the "Cheer up Nauni, Plan B'.

rolling for trying to thus remedy some of the relationship damage incurred in the Bus Pun scene

>>“Have a great night, Anon~.” Arida calls as she opens the door for you.

>that moment when you get annoyed for no reason

>soul searching for reason of blood pressure spike

>horrible realization dawning

>there is no explicit evidence that MC replied politely

>where is 'Thanks, Arida' for holding the door open

>where is "You too Arida.' ?

>did he at least fucking nod to acknowledge her gesture?

>realize subconsciously pissed at MC for maybe being a rude dick to his coworker

>hardships in the life of a Canadian anon

>who just discovered he has been brainwashed by his country

not even fucking born here - that's how society conditioning gets you.

>>152644

>hardships in the life of a Canadian anon

Did you at least apologize?

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>>152604

On board with >>152644

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>>152604

this >>152644

Demon lord, please may best tentacle girl take mercy on this rapebait MC.

*posting error on first try. Second try in case it didn't go through*

>>152604

Alright, going to give you guys another day. Might post tonight but most likely next morning.

We can apologize, but what would that even mean? It's not like we plan to stop slutting around. The ideal scenario where she's our 'chief dom' has sort of proven untenable because we were a massive dick for two threads. We can apologize, but we're not really offering anything. We're just promising to be less of a dick if she can put up with us being a slut.

I mean it's great if it works. I found that scenario awesome before we screwed it up. But she would be stupid to expose her vulnerabilities to us again.

Maybe she can close herself off to us emotionally, but continue the 'chief dom' shtick out of schadenfreude.

>>153151

some women have an amazing capacity for forgiveness. Modern world is teaching the new generations that to forgive is wrong in relationships, but that hasn't yet been badgered out of all women. Perhaps Nauni is one of those. It was my impression that the slutting around thing wasn't a show stopper. In the bus pun scene she was happy to see MC before he started acting like a dick. Considering how they left things before that, it seemed like she did come to some resolution about the relationship if she reacted like that.

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>>152644

Rolling for Jexxica to bust into Nauni's apartment after tracing our email to our phone's IP and NTRing Nauni.

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>>153252

>implying she isn't out innawoods with her husbando right now

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>>153252

No.

Instead rolling for

Jexxica to never even get the letter which will get lost among tens of thousands pieces of fan mail sent to her monthly. Instead for the letter to be read by another monster girl working in Jessixa's fan club - a girl for whom such blatant femdom is a very guilty pleasure due to being at extreme odds with her archetype (like an Angel or something similar) and who upon reading it, realizes that Jexxica, having own stable of submissive fanboys doesn't need another one.

But for the fangirl, the discovery of this original inspiration for her favorite books might be her long awaited chance to play out all her femdom fantasies IRL. Reading the letter it is obvious to her that the resentment expressed there is just the guy lying to himself about not wanting it - probably due to lack of attention since Jexxica moved on.(Crazy level - extreme and until now, barely repressed). I mean that aspect of the story just HAS to be true, regardless of what anyone might say. Deep… maybe very deep, inside he must feel just like the character in the books - she just has to put the effort in to make him understand.

She quits the fanclub. Her new quest in life is finding and stalking MC with the purpose of re-enactment of her favorite parts of the books - the 'sudden rape' parts.

this board already had a Dragon Bully CYOA - might as well use the novel twist for something different

>>152604

While you're nervous of fucking things up, standing around doing nothing won't get this resolved. You go over your apology a couple times in your head while pacing infront of the door, eying the polished wooden frame and watching the words wizz by, then repeat. With your courage collected, you raise your knuckles to the surface and rap out a pattern with your knuckles. A prepared chill subsides in your core with the action complete.

There is a nervous tension in the delay. You don't hear a, “Coming!” or “One minute!”, just complete silence. Despite said silence, the door's brim flashes green and the whole bit slides toward the left to slowly reveal a healthy looking Scylla in a frilly nightgown. The first place you look is her tendrils. They're not even bandaged, and look so much better than the last time you saw her. Some medical wonders these days.

“Yes, Anon?” Nauni asks, staring at you fretfully and hiding behind her crossed arms. She keeps her shoulders high and her eye-contact brief, such avoiding gestures do not help your esteem for the situation.

Not wanting to discuss things at the door, you ask if you can come inside and talk to Nauni. She simply nods, stepping back and leading you with a single glance over her shoulder about half-way to the couch. Once there, you and Nauni take a seat at an angle pleasant for conversation. You can hear the door sliding shut in the background, then the near-silent ambiance of her well-cleaned home. The scent of cleaner is fresh in the air, so she must've just fixed some things up.

Nauni clears her throat and casts her eyes to the ground. “…Alright, what is it?” She doesn't speak aggressively, infact it seems like she tried but all that came out was fear.

You start at the top. You're sorry you couldn't get to her last night, you wanted to let her know you were still thinking of her but some really important things went down. You explain that the cheshire was supposed to help you by delivering the note so she could read it in the morning, not talk to Nauni. You couldn't make it there yourself because a particularly elusive contact was holding a party and it happened to be your one chance to try and get a favor. Cheshire was a last resort, you didn't want to leave Nauni all alone at the hospital but you had to go there to meet that contact. You weren't going to have fun behind her back, it was really important. Infact, Nauni texted you in the middle of the private meeting. Thankfully you'd already won by then.

Nauni closes her eyes for a brief second, taking in your lengthy explanation. She exhales defeatedly, shaking her head slightly. “Alright, I'm sorry I over-reacted. But that doesn't excuse what you've been doing to me, Anon! You literally bullied me every day in the hospital, refused to talk to me about what was going on, and broke up with me at the first sign of trouble. Do you have any idea how heartbreaking it is to be trusted, trust in return, then be treated like a nobody?” Her voice cracks under the weight of choked tears, refusing to let them leave her eyes. She takes a moment to calm down, then continues. “I would've stood by you for anything, no matter how dangerous, but you kept pushing me away. Why? What was so dangerous, why so sudden? Is this all some big, elaborate joke? 'I thought my boyfriend loved me, but he treats me like a stranger'? Some new, stupid reality prank show or something?!” She starts, coughing her tears up. She covers her reddened face with her palm, muffled cries absolutely sapping the atmosphere in the room.

>1/2

>>153409

You clear your throat of the tension and try to explain that you weren't trying to, if she's talking about the Rida video, you thought she'd find it amusing. You trust and love her so much that it didn't even cross your mind that Nauni might get jealous. You were trying to cure her with laughter. After all, when you get knocked down, you just have to chuckle and stand back up. It's clear Nauni needed more tender care than that, and you're really sorry for not providing it.

Nauni seems to regain some composure, looking you dead in the eyes again. Her face is puffed with tears pooled around her green gaze, her lips slightly quivering and breath stolen from her once in a while. “W-well it didn't work! It was so mean, and you just kept going. Why couldn't you take a hint?” She asks, shaking her head.

You remain calm as you can, though it's a little hard with your ankle being swarmed by tendrils. She clamps down on your calves with great pressure, preventing you from any escaping actions. You tell Nauni you're stupid, you really weren't trying to hurt her feelings but you took it too far. You promise to try and do better.

Nauni simply nods, her hands tightly clenched in her lap and her head down. “A-and Mainframe… I care about her too, you know. I've known her almost as long as you have, and while I haven't spent much time with her, I-I feel I want to help her too! You just, pushed me away, wouldn't let me help, like I'd fuck something up. Why did you do that?”

>Why did you do that?

>2/2

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>>153410

Time to explain what we and Mainframe heard about the other monstergirls getting ding dong bannu'd.

We just didn't want to have to involve her in all of this shit since she might get hurt.

>>153419

We already said that, over and over. She's not having that excuse.

>>153422

Well that's the only thing I could think of at the time.

The only other thing I can think of right now is that there must be some super sekret cabal of ayylien overlords that are controlling his every action, and determining how well those actions succeed by rolling an icosagon. :^)

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>>153410

>Nauni simply nods, her hands tightly clenched in her lap and her head down. “A-and Mainframe… I care about her too, you know. I've known her almost as long as you have, and while I haven't spent much time with her, I-I feel I want to help her too! You just, pushed me away, wouldn't let me help, like I'd fuck something up. Why did you do that?”

>Why did you do that?

When did we do that though? Because of personal drama, Nauni stormed off at lunch with Rida when Cheshire showed up - we had to go to Mainframe without her because that was the big chance to introduce Rida to Mainframe.

Then she got hurt and when MC showed up, there was this scene:

Thread 4

Sea-Cross Hospice Starglider 10/06/15 (Tue) 11:59:24 ID: cd1006 No.92335

Mainframe hasn't come up than.

The next time we saw her was the Bus Pun scene - Mainframe hasn't come up due to MC behaving like a did.

There was discussion in thread about maybe excluding Nauni from the whole thing - but MC never acted on that (there wasn't even time to)

Proposed reply

(on assumption that she had somehow read his internal misgivings on the subject)

Unfortunate timing.

Weekend - MC had more free time compared to hectic work week and ask himself more and more whether he did the right thing, involving Nauni.

Than new information came from Rida when we showed Mainframe to her - there were dimensions of risk MC hasn't even considered….

And at the same time he got information about a potential 'lead' involving Blacktops - researching them - even more risk.

All of this snowballed practically in the course of one day - Mainframe still needed help, but now she was a potential weapon of mass destruction. He needed backup, but his most likely source were potential slave traders and mafia.

He was getting more and more worried about what he got Nauni into.

It's not proper to think that way. The conscious part of him knows that.

But inside there was worry.

Than at pinnacle of this self-doubt he finds out she was seriously hurt, comes to see her and she, rightly, has her own doubts about the relationship…

In middle of all this events are still moving - he had to make several quick calls on his own - like disregarding the new information about how dangerous Mainframe could potentially be and whether to pursue the Blacktops lead… He couldn't even consider of extending his own acceptance of these knew risks to Nauni in her condition at the time.

In light of all that:

He didn't REALLY push her away from the whole Mainframe. To himself he justified moving forward there as 'I'll just take these next risky steps while she is out of harms way because they need to be decided attempted now and Nauni couldn't help even if she wanted to. And if doesn't all come crashing down by the time she out of the hospital, than… we will see how she feels."

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>>153508

… that roll.

He is right though - MC screwed up his relationship with Nauni, but he never edged her out of the Mainframe business. She got left on the sidelines due to her injury and the timing of relationship drama.

If she insists that the relationship falling apart was related to Mainframe, than this >>153508

covers all the possible reasons.

MC shouldn't just play defensive here though. Should also affirm that the forced time apart has shown him how much he needs Nauni - not merely to help him in person, but simply reassurance of having her in his corner.

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regarding the sent letter to dragon bully

this idea is so much better >>153383

Don't think any CYOA had a lewd angel participating yet.

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>>153508

>>153533

This.

>>153508

I may have misread but I'm pretty sure you guys broke up with her because she was in danger. That was pushing her away. If I remember correctly, you guys broke up with her because you were gonna go off to do 'dangerous stuff'. Then she talked you out of breaking up with her.

>>153542

Well, at the least, we could say we were conflicted on the matter and worried about her safety. Like, look at how badly the relationship's been fucked up so far because of his actions and now imagine how the MC feels about it when her life could be in the balance because of what he does rather than just their relationship. He should say that she's her own person and it was selfish of himself to make decisions for her, even if he was worried about her, but she needs to understand how dangerous it might be.

>>153542

>The Break Starglider 10/07/15 (Wed) 06:55:28 ID: cd1006 No.92932

forgot about that part in The Break - skimmed it first time because it was too painful to read. .

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>>153410

Tell her the truth.

There is a very large chance of us not making our way outta this alive, let alone in one piece.

We would be devastated if any harm were to come to her.

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>>153661

She needs to know the truth

>>153535

No anon, she's getting that letter.

>>153410

You had actually forgotten about it all for a moment, what with the stress of Mainframe's escape holding you down. You suppose the best thing you can do is come clean.

You look into Nauni's teary eyes and simply shrug. You explain that you made a mistake. Timing, combined with the necessity to get Rida to check her out to see how to remove her, and in that same day you found a group called the blacktops - a group of slavers of all things. You could've died at that party, but it was just about the only chance at backup or power you had within reach. You admit it was wrong, but deep down you were worried about her. You didn't want her to go down with you, and since she was wrapped up in the hospital anyway, there was no risk.

At first, Nauni seems a bit taken aback in offense at your shrug. Your lengthy explanation had weight, but you stumbled in a few places and a bit of it sounded like an awkward excuse. She shakes her head, her tendrils curling around your leg even tighter. “I'm not stupid… I know it's dangerous, a-and even though it's been such a short time with you, I can't help but feel I'm in love. These feelings never fade, there's never been someone quite like you. But you know, they say those types of relationships don't last. The perfect ones have imperfections rise to the surface much quicker.” She looks toward the ground despairously.

You take the moment in the pause to spill your heart out. You've thought about it a lot, and you're willing to do anything to fix this. You want to be with Nauni, no matter the cost, but there's a large chance of you not making it out alive, or in one piece.

“…So.. Even when the odds are against you, even when you know you might die, all you're thinking about is me? My safety?… That's either the stupidest, or most heroic thing I've ever heard in my life.” Her tears are interrupted by a slight crack of laughter, a smile spreading across her redenned face. “If only things were as convenient as they are in movies…”

If only…

Nauni looks to you, wiping the remaining puffiness from under her eyes. Your legs are now completely captured by her tendrils, a familiar and nostalgic feeling of entrapment that worries you little. “If you really want to fix this as much as I do, then don't ever push me away again. Let me help you, let me decide my own threshold of danger, and if it comes to it, we'll lose together.”

The generosity of Nauni, even in your lackluster explanation, is a show of how brightly the passionate flame burns between you two. You take her hand as she offers it, your heart speeding up and your own eyes feeling heavy with the weight of emotional waters. It's going to be a long ride, but you're going together.

You have begun the road to restoration with Nauni.

Relationship points up to the current cap are enhanced, but there is a lasting distrust

You ask Nauni if there's any sort of 'punishment' involved in this? After all, you did say you were willing to do anything.

Nauni smiles, squeezing down on your hand and shaking her head. “Mmn, not right now. I think we need to spend more time actually being together. D-do you want to uh, watch a movie or something? We can go to the pool later, I remember you still have that fear of water I promised to get out of you.” She seems skeptical of her words, an air of strangeness, of forcedness around you. Things seem a little shaky, not ungenuine, but there is tension.

>What do you do?

>Time: 7:30

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>>153744

Cuddle.

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>>153744

>is a lasting distrust

>We can go to the pool later, I remember you still have that fear

of water I promised to get out of you

Seems like the perfect opportunity for luck to kick us in the nuts if she finds out about the story in wrong context.

Movie is fine. Sometime during the evening MC should attempt to pre-empt by sharing with Nauni what he discovered about the dragon bully.

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>>153744

Go home

Find dragon bully waiting for us on our couch

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>>153880

This.

We've had a long day, its time for it to get worse

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>>153744

Movie and this: >>153760

Also we still haven't fed mainframe today, have we? It might make it a long night, but we should take care of that after this.

On another note, the sleeping around thing needs to be brought up with Nauni sooner than later or it's going to bite us in the ass

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>>154119

Anon so far has told Nauni twice that getting raped is just going to happen with him.

First time during the break up and second time just now - both times Nauni went on to reconcile.

I think that means she decided to accept and work with it? Or at least considering it?

Her biggest issues seemed to be Anon being mean to her and trying to push her away.

>>153744

watch movie as she offered, cuddle if she wants to. Basically do whatever she wants to tonight and probably best not to push anything she isn't eager about.

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>>153880

If Jexxica was niche and barely known, it would stand a chance. With millions in sales, fan club intercept makes more sense. Angel stalker > dragon bully rehash

>>153744

Sometimes, it's best not to think about your failures. You can always talk with Nauni more about things later, but for now it's really looking like you both need to be held. It's been a stressful week, and a new one is just beginning with no rest for you or the wicked.

You raise your arm for Nauni to scoot under, laying it across her shoulders and allowing her to nuzzle into the pit of your arm. Her tendrils wrap around your entire lower body in a flash, slimy appendages sticking to your pants and even the skin at your unprotected ankles. She puts her arms around you, the first along your lower back and the second palm-flat against your chest.

The tears are still fresh in her eyes, and there's a few sniffles that remains, but complete bliss and comfort seems to be taking over in her smile. Only reddened, baggy remnants show any evidence of an argument or inner turmoil, the wet streams on her cheeks drying slightly and becoming sticky on her skin, with the sniffles few and far between.

At Nauni's engram-assisted command, the large flat-screen television attached to the ceiling descends and turns toward the couch. You both snuggle up against one another and flip through the mindless channels.

“We could watch a romantic comedy… I-if you like those.” Nauni comments, hovering over a really cheesy and probably bad production. Atleast, to a guy it seems cheesy.

You shrug your shoulders and smile. She can watch whatever she wants, you're fine with it. You tell her that she can pick the movie that looks the best to her. She's always had good judgement.

She slightly beams as she looks back to the screen and confirms the movie, the opening commercials and credits flowing through for the first few minutes. You keep yourself tightly intertwined with the scylla, letting the information straight through your eyes and into the garbage of your short-term memory. Just you, Nauni, and her beautiful frilly night-gown.

The room suddenly dims automatically, the big window in the back fading away and enclosing the room in a darkness befitting a movie theatre. The actual picture is starting, and the atmosphere is oddly romanced. The bulbs hover on the edge of red, as though a finger were pressed to a flash-light, creating a candle-lit lighting minus the candles. Darkness permeates the smallest circles of the room. The scent of flowery perfumes, fresh citrus, all the finer things flow from Nauni's hair and right into your simple mind.

Her tendrils flow back and forth across your skin in a gentle massage, prompting you to return the favor by running your hand up her side. The movie seems to be just a background utility, as big as the screen is, giving you both a reason to be sitting there together in one another's arms. Nauni keeps looking at you, a ridiculous smile on her face that should have matching hearts bursting out of her head with a comical bubble-esque popping sound. Such imagery makes you smile and even chuckle a little.

“This is really nice, Anon… Things wouldn't be so bad if we just did this once in a while.” She comments, pushing her head further into your shoulder until the top of her hair touches your collar.

>1/2

>>154206

You nod, lowering your lips to her forehead. You hold the small kiss for a moment, feeling the warmpth radiate against your dry lips. You can feel her heart bursting out of her sides, redness swarming her face when you peel away.

The screen catches your eye for just long enough for Nauni's kiss to surprise you. Rose-petal softness with a slightly damp, fleshy texture filled with warmpth holding to your jaw for just a moment. Your eyes shoot open, and when you look down to see Nauni's presumed smile, you're met with both her hands on your face. Your lips touch as she tugs you down to her level, her eyes closing. You do the same, enveloping yourself in the passion of only a few senses. You block out the sounds, focus your touch, and press your tongue against hers. Your heart is alive with flames of paradise, a warmpth that blots out any chill in the height of the apartment. You don't even feel as though you're in the apartment, you and Nauni are merely together.

>The movie goes on like this, kisses on the neck and cheek once in a while, the movie has become an afterthought. Who knew ignoring your problems could feel so good? Is that guilt…

>The movie with Nauni is almost over. The credits should be coming within 5 minutes. What do you do? You could talk to Nauni about the dragon bully, or sleeping around before you go, just to clarify things, but it might ruin her mood. You have the option to leave in order to do other things, such as deal with Mainframe, or you can stay the night. Mainframe's power will grow exponentially if you feed her daily but it really isn't necessary unless you want her to be an unstoppable force. She can survive off the energy you gave her for a long while, especially once she hits 100%.

Notes: Power Level: 55/65%. 10% allocated to internet connection.

>Time: 9:20

Also, let me know what you guys think of the small bit of a romance. I'm not too experienced with it so any advice/criticism is appreciated.

>2/2

>>154207

>You could talk to Nauni about the dragon bully, or sleeping around before you go, just to clarify things, but it might ruin her mood.

Than lets not. Have one good evening with her.

Tonight lets stay the night if Nauni is okay with that

romance bit was ok. Always thought that the best 'romance' happens when not aiming for it - but that scene fit in with the reconciliation

I guess next step is to get any results regarding potential hiding places Mainframe was able to find and start checking them out after work. Prep a bit first, steal the omni-tool for work and gear up with all that stuff that might help in a fight - flashbangs, net, barbs and fish paralyzer. is that at his apartment right now?

>>154230

Yes, you guys left your bag at your apartment. It might be a good idea to go buy a backpack or something because you literally have nowhere to store anything. Your current container is two trashbags slung over your shoulders like duffel bags.

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>>154270

Literally trash bags.

>>154207

It's obvious that we need to spend the night with octo-waifu BUT we should go get a better storage option in the morning before work.

>>154230

We need to get that omnitool ASAP too.

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>>154207

Stay the night. We should get some privacy for a couple minutes in the bathroom or something and a) check on Mainframe and let her know we won't be along tonight and b) let Cerra know we won't be back again tonight. We need to be sure to apologize to her for that, and we can ask her if she can find find a backpack appropriate to our needs tomorrow after her work and we'll pay her back when we see her. She's a little overzealous, so be sure to stipulate she get just one and that it be reasonably priced. She doesn't seem to like it when we stay out too much, so apologizing and giving her something to do for us, in particular showing we trust her enough to let her pick out a backpack for us will probably help her mood a bit. Let's also make sure we get up early enough to head home and change into our work uniform, since I'm guessing we changed into something else before we went to see Nauni.

The romance was good. It fit the mood and the situation and didn't seem out of character. Can't ask for much more than that.

>>154207

Gonna give it until tommorow morning I think. Busy day, then maybe some nice over-the-night feels if I can spend some time on it.

>>154207

As the bright credits roll across a backdrop of pitch black, you and Nauni are bathed in an electric, drowsy glow.

You lay across the couch on your back with your head on one of the cushions, Nauni atop you with her head on your heart. Her many tendrils encase your legs, often pulsing and squeezing in an affectionate hug mirrored by her limbs. Despite how relaxed she is, you occassionally get a swift peck on the lips, or a sigh of complete content in your ear. You feel warm, her body radiating against your own and her breath lulling you toward the sands of slumber.

You run your hand through Nauni's silky hair, then grace her arm with your palm. You ask if she'd mind letting you up to go to the bathroom.

“Mmn?” She mumbles, her lax eyes barely focusing on you. “Oh, o-okay.” She struggles to rise from your torso, and her legs take even longer to fully abandon your limbs as you stand. Her many sucklers stick to your jeans, dragging the tendrils four inches from the couch before they flop pathetically on the ground. She watches you leave with fragments of a frown tugging at her eyes. She doesn't want you to be away long.

The bathroom door slides open with a gentle whoosh of high-quality hydraulics, the lights slowly fading in so that your eyes can adjust. Everything seems automated for comfort, so much so that it seems foreign to you. You go ahead and turn on the water to drown out the noise outside, allowing you to focus on the two tasks at hand.

First up, texting Cerra. You let her know that you won't be home tonight again. You throw in an apology and tack a request on the end. You need her help finding a new backpack, preferably something with a bit of space and of tough materials. You'll reimburse her for the whole thing of course, but if you're going to be spending the money on it you want something of more quality than a trash bag.

With the message sent, you switch off your scouter and take a seat on the floor. You close your eyes, focusing on the ring in the distant of your vision. It's become a lot easier for it to form in your mind's eye, the glow much brighter than usual and the connection seemingly stronger.

“Master… I've developed information on a number of locations you requested. Would you like the information now?”

You confirm, waiting for the visions of her findings to spring forth at you.

Datascapes create cube-like structures of numbers on the expanding ring, blue now swallowing the entirety of your vision. The only contrast in such a presentation is the sheer number of images. Sadly, the only information she has on the locations is that they're all abandoned, aged, lacking upkeep, and can be reconnected to an electrical grid. The rest is up to you to discover. You'll be doing a bit of urban exploring, of course, and you have no damn clue what you'll find down there.

>Abandoned Subway Maintenance Tunnels

An abandoned underrail from the 2500s. All monorails have been moved above ground, and the few subways that are around are reserved for underground cities, which are way deeper. This is just beneath the crust, and should be under the radar. There's little concern of a train running down there and the equipment is outdated as fuck. It's most likely infested with rats and filth, it would be a direct downgrade from her cell, but it's probably the least likely place to look. There's thousands of maintenance centers in the rail, they'd have to walk through the subway and check every single one to find her even if they knew she was there. Best part is it's a very short walk.

>Outdated Collider

A ring used to mash particles into one another. The technology on this baby has got to be up to date, but the location is abandoned and most metal has been repurposed. Electricity flowing to a particle accelerator could be suspicious, but it's the most comfortable choice for Mainframe. She'll have a large work area to be in, plenty of computers to take advantage of, and it'll probably be relatively clean. The only issue is its distant location and the suspicion/danger associated with reactivating a particle accelerator. Relatively close-by.

>1/2

>>155550

>Bunker A-47

Nuclear power has been out of style for decades, but that doesn't mean they weren't prepared. Some bunkers built in a test plot are designed to act as shields from orbital strikes or any sort of civilian threat. Most bunkers are in the underground city, and these crust-level bunkers have been rendered obsolete when compared to the planet-cracking power of weapons today, not to mention the brutality of the army. Hiding in a basement somewhere won't protect you, but this is the most sustainable structure you can find. They're built like homes, and though they're outdated, they aren't hooked up to city power. They have their own generators. The only downside is the test site is a long distance away, it could take up to 2 hours to actually get there.

>Underdraft Pressuremill

A windmill built within a cave. When wind or water passes through the long coil of turbines, it generates a decent amount of electricity. Before solar power, they attempted a few designs on generating electricity in a way that was ecofriendly. Not wanting to clutter up the surface with windmills, they elected to build underground generators that could work off several types of natural energies: Heat, wind, water, and vibrations. These ultramills are attached to monitoring stations. While the generator is inconsistent and the area small, it should be relatively clean and she won't have to connect to direct city power. It's a slight bit out of the way, like the test sites, but not as far.

>Laboratory

Nothing. There's no information besides it location on the map. The Ghetto. It's underground, near an industrial complex, and is assigned to a rather well-known manufacturer that buys out a shitton of companies. The asset is listed in their logs, but it's been forgotten in the recent listings, as if they've sold it, yet it's still under their name.

Even if none of these locations work for Mainframe, you're bound to find some cool shit.

With the locations checked, you disconnect from Mainframe and make sure to thank her for her time. You also warn her that you won't be able to see her tonight. There is a feeling of warmpth that resonates within you, though it quickly turns cold as the ring recedes into the back of your vision. She didn't say anything in response…

You stand up, turn off the water, and exit the room. You don't hear the movie anymore, and the room is still dark- especially in comparison to the brightness of the bathroom. You barely make out the shape of the couch, no longer burdened by the TV screen or any users.

“Oh Anon~.” Nauni chimes from behind, tapping the bed with her open palm to gather your attention. The scrape of skin on cloth, like a silky drum, easily warns you to her location. Yet, you can't see her there, hidden in the dark with only a silhouette marked by the dim light of glowing buttons in the apartment. “Aren't you going to join me?” She calls with a lax coyness, her finger tracing the sheets.

You step toward the bed, though before you reach the edge, Nauni clears her throat. “We sleep nude in this house. No clothes allowed. Is that alright with you?”

>Is that alright with you?

Sorry this took so long! I had to take the day off to finish KSET 2. I did it though, and I'm working on a smut story in my spare time. If this becomes lewd, by popular request, it might take longer to write.

>Time: 9:35

>2/2

>>155551

http://pastebin.com/am3ekbbY

This is the story I was working on, KSET 2: Harried Hellhound. Hope you guys enjoy it.

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>>155551

nice palindrome GET

Also sure, why not. We get to be the big spoon though.

>Busposting.

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>>155551

>>155555

The get has spoken. We will buspost while cuddling with Nauni, assuming she finds it funny now.

>>155551

It is. Just remember to set the alarm for tomorrow

I'm pretty interested in the laboratory location, there could be some cool stuff there. It's also close to the Ghetto apartment option, I'd guess. By the way Starglider, the engrams do a lot of things, but do we know if they can be used to track where people have been?

>>155555

>>155558

Let's not ruin the mood just yet. Snuggle, but no bus-banter.

>>155585

Yes they can track you, it's pretty much a chip. Though this can be circumvented by a certain crime organization.

>>155605

That's about what I figured. It might be prudent to get that handled. If we come under suspicion it'll be easy to do things like find Mainframe by tracking our movement. I'd hate to waste the favor on this, so it might be more useful to get some rep with the twins and asking Lightning to do it, since she'd probably be the one doing it anyway. That's assuming we're talking about the Blacktops at least. Thanks for the info, omae.

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>>153880

>>Is that alright with you?

That is a good rule for a house to have. MC should comply.

no busposting please. Better ways to spend time in bed with a naked girl than making fun of her recent trauma.

>>155611

+1 for contacting the ghoul girls tomorrow to see if they can help us out this way and what it would take.

Now there's a rule you can abide by. You slightly struggle in the dark of the apartment, but manage to shift out of your dayclothes and down to what you were born with. You search for your side of the bed with your toes, pushing your knees into the plush mattress and separating the covers from the sheets. You bump into Nauni as you slide in, her fingers curling around your arm. Her breath slides across your skin and purges the chill of the night from your body, if only for a second.

You mention that since you've followed her rule, she should follow yours. You get to be the 'big spoon' tonight.

“Mmn, sounds fair to me.” She quietly calls from the intermingling shadows. The sound of cloths overlapping one another, shifting limbs, and finally the affirming feeling of flesh against your entire front surface. Your flaccid manhood against her completely unprotected rear gives off less of a sexual drive and more of a secure sensation. Your chin held to her shoulder, your cheeks pressed together, and of course your arms wrapped around her waist just beneath her bust.

Nauni's tendrils grasp the back of your knees, coiling up your thighs and tightly sealing the position you've chosen. She pushes her back into the curve of your body and even places both her hands over yours. A warm drum repeats itself in a slow metronome within your core, this blissful state the swiftest delivery to slumber you've been able to achieve in years. While you aren't as exhausted and tired as the times you've gone to bed directly after sex, you get the added bonus of being able to linger with the feeling a little longer.

Nothing but the sounds of her breath, the smoothness of her skin, and the silky covers protecting you from the cold. This wonderful feeling is only made greater by the way Nauni's fingers interlock with yours and fill them with her warmpth. You glide your hands up and down her abdomen, your efforts rewarded with a relaxed coo from the scylla. You swear her heart could leap out of her chest and into your waiting hands. She hugs you with her tendrils and pushes her cheek against your lips pleadingly, though these playful gestures seem to fade with your conciousness, this wonderful feeling permeating your dreamless rest…

> 8:00 AM, Tuesday, Week 2.

Your scouter pounds to life from your pile of clothing, the ringer being set to the highest volume and the lights standing out like a UFO in a field of wheat. Nauni turns away from the noise and grumbles, her tendrils squeezing down on your somewhat numb legs.

You struggle to force yourself awake, pushing the sands from the sides of your eyes and thinking about moving your arms several times before you actually get up the nerve to do it. You have some things to take care of this morning, and you definitely don't want to be late for either of them.

Once managing to sit up in bed, you lay a gentle kiss on Nauni's head before jumping out and gathering up your stuff. You'll have to text her about your early leave but you have to get home, then get to work. Your day is going to be a busy one, especially before work, what with all the supplies and shit you have to gather, contacting the twins, trying to ignore morning-wood… It's a long list.

>First, you get dressed and boot up your scouter the full way. After that's done, you leave Nauni to sleep in a bit and head down toward the monorail. Since you're early, grabbing a seat is easy.

>On the short ride to your apartment, you text Nauni a 'good morning, sorry I had to leave' sweet little message explaining the importance of your early work day and wish her a good day at work. You also let Cerra know that you'll be home quite soon to see her. The last thing you have to do is call up Miss Ophelia, known in your scouter as Allison M, and ask her if she can transfer you to the twins.

“Yeah, sure thing Anon. Let me just add them here, and remove mysel-” Ophelia drops from the call, and an unknown contact takes her place.

“Hello?” The questionmark flashes on screen with a green border, it sounds like one of the twins- which one you can't be sure of.

You ask if it's Lightning or Lambchop.

“Lightning~.” She chimes, care-free. Perfect.

>1/2

>>156299

You ask Lightning if she'd mind meeting you somewhere today, for 'lunch' or something. You want to 'talk about her day'. You're not sure how this dropping hints thing works.

“Oh! Sure, meet me at burger king. Lambchop loves burger-king!” After Lightning's statement, an address appears in your clipboard. You should be able to go there for lunch.

>With your appointments made, you finally exit the train at your stop and head up to your apartment.

“Morning, Master!” Cerra chimes as you step through the door, the towering kikimora garbed in her usual professional outfit, but this time armed with a black nylon messenger bag in her hand. It's got two velro straps for ease of access and plenty of zippered pockets, plus the grayish texture of plastic threads is snappy as hell. It's definitely a good pick, and one that will serve you will. “I took the liberty of finding you the bag you asked for. It was only 22 Funbucks!”

>You lost 22 Funbucks to repay Cerra for the Nylon Bag. You now have 46.99 Funbucks.

You and Cerra swipe engrams as though it were nothing more than a handshake, an awkward silence filling the room as she passes you the bag. It feels rugged in your hands, it's likely to take a better beating than the trashbag, that's for sure.

The kikimora stands with her hands folded before her groin, her eyes focused on the floor and her posture much too stiff. She occassionally looks to you, flashing her smile and suddenly kicking up the speed of her tail. She's just waiting there in your foyer, silent.

>What do you do?

Time: 8:45 AM

>2/2

>>156300

Hugs and headpats all around, it looks like she's done a good job. If there's time for breakfast, do that, if not, get going to work.

How long until we get paid again? If it's friday, we get to try surviving the week with like 50 funbucks, minus whatever it costs when we probably treat the twins to lunch. It's gonna be a tight week.

>>156305

we better make Cerra some breakfast too if she's hungry

and no she can't help us

>>156305

Get paid every friday. It's tuesday right now. I'd suggest part-time jobs honestly. I can't even find a way to squeeze this shit.

>>156345

Try eating more fiber, Starglider

We could whore ourselves out, we've been doing that the whole time for free.

>>156305

>"Cera, can you hold me up for a moment?"

"Uh, yes master! What for?"

>"You are a little too tall for me to give you a proper reward."

MC then pats her head and rustles her hair while telling her she's the best maid ever.

>>156364

>Not giving her ear rubbins

Do kikimora's like ear rubbins?

>>156364

>not making her embarrassed by giving her a peck on the cheek and/or forehead

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>156300

MC should quickly assemble himself some food to take with from home. (he shopped on the weekend, should be something)

Thank, praise, pet Cerra. Rush to work.

You marvel at the bag. It's high quality shit, as has been expressed, and will serve nicely until you find some sort of magic machine-gun backpack, or something. Such a good find deserves its own reward. You take a few steps toward Cerra and hold your arms out, demanding that she pick you up.

“U-uhm… Okay?” The kikimora responds, her redenned face clearly unsure of your plans. Using her abominable 7ft master race strength, she lifts you off the ground with only a few grunts of struggle. Her hot breath blows through your hair and her teeth grit in strain, maintaining your weight with her impressive tonage.

All the pressure is under your arms now, your feet dangling a few inches off the ground, but it's the perfect height for Cerra's payment. You reach with both your hands for her wonderfully fluffy ears. Taking them in your hands, you employ a light massage by rubbing your thumb and index together through her sandwiched ears.

You swear her eyes rolled back in her head a little before she regains her composure. Her grip redoubles on holding you up. Cerra straightens her stance, her eyes wide open and her lulling tongue sucking back into her mouth with an audible slurp, followed by a surprised, “Huh? Ah! Master, w-wouldn't it have been easier f-for…”

Immersed in the art of doggo headpats, you begin to stroke the base and organize the strands of her straight pearly hair. It's remarkably soft, but fluffy in texture. Lots of volume to her hair, like the interior of bread. So light, yet so expansive.

She trembles slightly at the knees, your weight draining her stamina at an alarming rate when combined with your intensely relaxing massage. “W-wouldn't… it have been easiii… Easier, to l-let me bend down?” She suggests, a question phrased more like a cry for help.

Your brain blinks for a moment. That would be easier! You allow Cerra to set you down and command her to lower herself a little. You've got one more gift you'd like to give to her.

She doesn't have much of a choice, what with her ears being used as handlebars. She bends over with her hands on her knees, her blush-lined gaze settled on the left side of the room, avoiding looking you in the eye. “Ah, thank you. What is it you wan-WAN!”

She yelps when your lips touch her own, drowning out the sound of her surprise. It was only a peck, but it seemed to stun her with a silence and fill her body with visible warmpth just beneath the skin.

You give Cerra's statue-esque reaction another pat on the head before heading to the counter, collecting your old trashbag and reorganizing all your belongings into the new messenger bag. Everything fits much more snugly, and you won't look like a hobo. Easier on the shoulders too. Best part will be easier access to your stuff, what with organization tools such as pockets and zippers.

Last thing on your list before you go is your lunch. You've got fresh food to choose from, for once in your life, and you're certainly not going to forget about it.

>You make sure to thank Cerra one last time- after she recovers from her comical stiffness of course, then head for work. It is now 9:00 sharp. You'll be a slight 15 minutes late for work, but you do have the 45 to spend doing whatever you please. Also, plan out your day to get through work quicker.

Short post because I've been busy lately. Things will pick up at the lunch meeting because I have that planned out. New character, excited to introduce them.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>156742

We should give Cerra a proper kiss this time, not some bullshit peck on the lips.

For lunch, we should make a Reuben sandwich, but because we're still unhealthy we have Red Bull to drink.

>156742

Let's just clock into work, learn some stuff from Rida (that is if she's feeling better. If she's drunk or mopey we always have coffee and ear rubs) Then do whatever it takes to arrive early to meet the twins at Burgerking.

>>156742

General rundown on how the day could go:

Take the time on the way to work to see what kind of side jobs we might be able to do for extra money.

Do work/improve our skills at work.

Lunch with the twins, can probably ask them about side jobs as well.

More work/skills.

After work stuff:

Visit Mainframe. Even if she doesn't need to be fed as often she kinda needs some emotional upkeep given her situation, and visiting helps.

Probably want to hold off on urban exploration until we can't be tracked.

Most likely do a side job if we came up with anything suitable.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>156912

agree with this, except that whatever we find out at lunch may be a priority for time after work.

Rolling for finding an interesting quick side-job - preferably something where MC can use and improve his mcgyver/repair/omni-tool skills.

>>156924

That is a damn high roll my friend. If you're still around, I'll let you suggest the kinda job since I really only have 1 thing thought up. Still successful mind you.

>>156930

**Community gaming center catering to nerd hobbies is looking for a cheap handyman for some ad-hoc repairs to the building and club rooms. Requirement 1: Applicant must be able to work around and in the 24/7 nerd life that never ceases - building is heavily used by many different clubs including larpers, tabletop gamers, cosplayers, video-gamers, etc….

Requirement 2: applicant must be able to deal with the unusually high concentration of people with 'special' social personalities. **

Scope of job - full-time handyman could drown there for a decade. Payment meted out according to results accomplished. Past incidents of autistic behavior on part of near-residents and resulting conflicts with similarly autistic management have resulted in reputable maintenance companies blacklisting the site.

>>156938

i figure having a potentially bottomless side-gig like that, MC can use it as much as he needs to for cash. If shit hits fan later, might be a backup job for us, and the broad scope of community center would let you introduce or re-insert any characters that haven't fit in the story yet or that have slipped through the cracks

>>156939

I like it. Fits well with what I have planned already too. Good request, though it probably won't be 24/7. I've known nerd-ragers but nobody needs to fix machinery THAT much.

>>156742

>You spend the whole ride to work studying random informational websites concerning omnitools. Due to the swiss-army-knife type of design on the multitoo, it's moreso that you have to learn the proper application of each tool through practice. The only real thing you learn from your search is how to open different compartments, basic repairs on the tool, how to order replacement parts or what to do when it jams. You'll need to study it a bit more and actually have an emergency event occur (AKA: Repair it) to decide whether or not you've truly learned from this experience.

>You have gained +0.5 Repair skill.

“Good morning, Anon~.” Arida chimes with a dainty wave as you step through medical, where you usually go in the morning. Her smile is vibrant today, and the mug you've given her is filled with a fresh load of creamy coffee.

You wave back, give a good morning and half-heartedly apologize for being late. You had to take care of some things at home.

Arida's eyes move to your nylon bag. “Ooh, a new bag? I think the messenger style looks cute on you, shame it doesn't seem to be silk. I suppose a rugged, good-looking and adventurous man such as yourself needs something more durable and masculine, though.” She comments with a wink.

You chuckle for the sake of conversation, her compliments striking a chord with your cheeks. You mention that your last bag was made by Glad, and you're 'glad' to be rid of it. You barely had enough pockets for all your cool stuff.

“Well, it's certainly eye-catching. By the way, it's a good thing you stopped. Rida isn't in today.” Says Arida, a smile still on her face.

You make the assumption that nothing bad happened, but you are a bit curious. You ask what in the world Rida could be out for?

Arida shrugs. “She's a bit fickle and lenient with her work schedule. Could be anything from masturbating at home to bullying school kids. I assume her projects are done, so she's just taking the day off.” Arida chuckles to herself at the idea, shrugging.

Well, atleast she isn't masturbating to bullying school kids. This does put a little bit of a wrench in your plans though. You planned to sweet-talk that manticore and rub her ears again… You thank Arida for the information and head to the overseer's office. You'll just borrow her computer again and play with the settings.

>You spend the entire day at work fucking with the computer. Unfortunately, Rida has admin-locked everything but the engine-building program. This means you can't snoop through her files just yet. Maybe if you could find the password..

> + 0.5 Complicated Programs skill. You are now soft-maxed at +5. Any further points will be significantly reduced in effectiveness unless the bonus is earned through extraordinary use of the skill.

==DM's Note== Most skills soft cap at +5 or +10. These add a little bonus to the rolls you make for specific events. At a certain level (+10) they will be an assumed success with critical degrees of success dependant on the roll. A nat 1 still causes a catastrophic failure but it's usually related to chance rather than a mistake.

Skill Recap:

Can operate these omnitool functions: Bolter+4, Welder+4,

Complicated Programs - +5

Engines - +3

Repair - +0.5

Speech skill - +1

Venom Resist: 10% +2

You're practically half-asleep. You've stared at this hologram for hours now, just checking what every button does and factory-resetting several times. It gives you a headache just trying to remember the location of all the settings, but you think you're getting there. With your inherent computer skill, you think you'll be able to more successfully operate new programs in the future. You're no master of bare-bones calculator 4X games quite yet, but you can turn off the sound sometimes. Congrats on your first +5.

>Time is ticking in the top corner of the screen. It's almost lunch, and you have a date with some special girls. You quickly clock out to take your lunch break and follow the address to the burger king. It's a bit further than expected, but nothing you can't handle. You arrive a bit early, just as planned, and take a seat with your beacon on for the latest call- which was from the twins.

>>157256

Televisions hanging just above the windows blare colorful non-food-related advertisements, a few news-clips of local happenings and boring interviews flashing inbetween the shillfest of either burgerking menu options or local beauty stores promising weightloss, an absolutely ruthless domino setup.

The fast-food pneumos which deliver your food is still waiting for your order. Bright menus project from the top of the tubes to your right at the table, just begging for you to tap an item and scan your engram. The broad, bearded king himself urges you to try their new flavor of fries, though you're more interested in watching out for the twins.

Tile floors are stampeded upon by seemingly endless crowds of customers seeking tables or walking through the fast-food line. Mamono grab their bags of food and head out the opposing exit door to get back on the streets and head home or to work, the delivery speed brought to maximum performance and the mamono operating the machinery are overworked, while the cashiers are struggling just to avoid arguing with people. Aerial delivery ships on drivethrough zoom past the windows with a burst of sound every once in a while, drawing your attention to the cityscape outdoors.

I'm not too sure if I'm doing a good job with these post-modern descriptions. If there's anything you guys aren't getting a mental image of, don't hesitate to ask for more information.

Just before you're sickened by the prospect of being stood up, two familiar ghouls in black jeans approach your table. The platinum blonde girls wear plaid shirts with frilly ends and spaghetti straps, one blue and one red. Their hairclips utilize their favored color as well, which further helps to separate them.

You greet Lightning and Lambchop respectively, leaning back in your seat and motioning for them to go ahead and sit.

They do, though Lambchop has a sour look on her face. “Ugh! I told you we should have switched colors, he did it again!”

“I don't wanna wear red. Red's YOUR color. Who cares if he can tell?” Lightning replies.

“Because, if he knows, then we can't play the guessing game! Now look at him, he's all smug because he's figured it out.” Lambchop grumbles, glaring at you.

You can't help but smile even though she's clearly irritated at you. Their color-coding is actually really simplistic in terms of telling them apart, you don't know why they wouldn't wear the same thing if they want to be incapable of being told apart. As much as you enjoy their playful little argument, you called them here for a serious reason. You mention they can order their food, but after that you need them to listen.

Lambchop, who sat closest to the kiosk, begins to punch in her order. She's hitting a lot of buttons and it takes forever for her to finish.

Lightning lays on her shoulder and points out certain things that she wants, an enthusiastic smile on her face. “Okay! Aaand, send!” Lightning exclaims once they finish ordering, both turning to look at you.

Lambchop shrugs, her engram still held out to be scanned by the kiosk. “Okay, we're done. Go ahead and tell us~.”

They're both smiling and paying attention to you, a perfect moment. Since you already know what to ask for, you go ahead and lay it out. You explain that you're a little afraid of being 'found out' and want to know if there's some sort of engram privacy program that they could… help you acquire.

The twins look at one another, then to their engrams. Lambchop keeps staring at Lightning, but the girl in blue actually faces you.

She takes a deep breath, “That's super easy! It's called 'Alias'. It's a little metal cap that goes over your engram and absorbs connections. Basically, you won't have the same accounts as your original self, it'll be like being a totally different person! Anything you do will actually be done by the Alias as far as the system knows, and you can just pop it off and dump it when you're done.” Lightning keeps her voice down, and due to the overpopulation of the restaraunt, you doubt anyone's listening in. You feel confident that you're safe to talk.

>2/3

>>157257

You ask her if there's any chance that she could just get you some sort of location-jammer instead? After all, you're just visiting an undesirable location for a little while.

“Oh, yeah! I can do that too, but I heard from Ophelia that you're serious about this stuff. You're going to want all kinds of cool gadgets, Aliases and a new phone! Ooh, or a spy-pen that shoots acid that melts your skin and makes you horny at the same time!” Lightning spergs a little on the concept, leaning forward across the table with a wide smile.

She's interrupted by the 'ding' of the kiosk, warning you all to pull your hands off the table. A figurative train of food pours from the tunnel across a bridge of rollers. A 60-piece chicken nugget meal, which is more like a fucking crate, 3 burgers, 2 baskets of fries, 2 orders of onion rings, and just a bottle of sprite. A bottle of fucking sprite. They must be really hungry ghouls.

Except, it's all for Lambchop. Lambchop begins to stack her nuggets, her sandwiches, and her side-orders against the edge of the table. Lightning only gets one tiny burger, and Lambchop is left with the type-2 diabetes starter kit.

You try to ignore the food-addiction that Lambchop apparently has, the bottle of sprite in one hand and a scoop of fries in her other. You ask instead what you'd have to do to get ahold of either of these items.

Lightning daintily unwraps her burger and holds off on eating to speak to you, wolfish sounds filling the ambiance as she does. “Well… You DID promise us to play a game. You could always come do that some time!”

“Wait!” Lambchop calls, scarfing down the rest of her current burger by unhinging her glasglo smile and shoving it in like a quarter into an arcade game. Her throat bulges as she swallows, and a tired huff escapes her ketchup-caked lips as she tries to speak. Her voice is a bit muffled by the sudden glugging of soda. “You forgot, we gotta find someone for Tony!”

“Oh! Tony!” Lightning exclaims, “Yeah! You can help Tony with the delivery! We needed to get someone for that anyway.”

You clarify with her; Tony?

“Yeah! Tony's making a delivery of spare equipment to some center and needs someone to help unload it. If you help unload the delivery, we'll give you a jammer!” Says Lightning.

Unloading a truck? That's it? You ask if it's dangerous, because you assumed a jammer would be more of a hassle to acquire, especially in such a bureaucratic age.

Lambchop shakes her head. “Nah, not dangerous. Tony's cool! You'll be totally fine so long as you don't say something stupid~.”

Lightning carries the rest of the statement, Lambchop's too busy eating anyway. “Yeah, Jammers are really easy! Just don't get caught with one~.” She wags her finger at you in warning, giggling to herself. “So how about it, deal?”

>Deal?

>3/3

>>157258

MC isn't likely to get in his usual kind of trouble with this guy Tony.

Accept the deal

>>157258

We're gonna have to set-up a way for Tony to confirm shit was done with Lambchop and Lightning, then some place to meet Lambchop and/or Lightning to get our Jammer.

But sure, why not?

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>157258

Accept

Rolling for unloading efficiency and swiftness. We could be unloading bombs or radioactive materials for all we know.

>>157258

Accept.

>>157258

Lightning and Lambchop are staring at you with an intense hopefulness. It's clear they need this done as much as you need the jammer, either that or they just naturally look excited. Well, to clarify; Lambchop's cheeks are pudged to the max with burger but she seems happy enough.

You don't have many other choices. You have to get that jammer, so you tell them this Tony guy can count on you. The job shouldn't take that long, right?

“Yeah!” Lightning chimes, folding her hands next to her face as though she were in some kind of manga. “It'll be super, duper, uhm… Juper easy! We'll tell him to meet you here, so we can have some time to finish eating.”

Woah, they want it on your lunch break? You did want a job that required 24/7…

>You brought your own lunch today. Thanks to your nifty nylon bag, you easily sneak out your sandwich and scarf it down. Healthy, cheap, and mostly tasteless, Atleast when compared to the smell of salty fries and ketchup dense in the atmosphere. The good news is you're saving about three bucks by avoiding the value meals.

You finish eating, surprisingly after Lambchop. She's a devourer of leviathan class. You're pretty sure she stores a black hole in her stomach or something crazy like that and if she doesn't fill it with enough food to stock the Red Cross it'll implode and take everything else with it. Lambchop on the other hand ate only enough to sustain herself, though she ate just as messily and quickly. They're both caked in condements, little crumbs stuck between the folds of their stretched lips.

“Thank you for asking us out here, Anon~.” Lightning coos, a smirk on her lips. She slides out of the other side of the table with her sister, leaving someone else to handle their trash. The menu thanks them for their visit with a little pop-up of a waving burger king, his eyes eerily glancing at you when you begin to stand.

The restaraunt is less crowded now that the rush-hour of the fast food line has ended, so the only thing blocking your way to the back door is the twins. If you face 12, they're at your 2 and 10. You sort of stare at them awkwardly, as they are staring at you with wide, playful smiles that only part a sense of discomfort with you. It's like they're planning some-

In your thought, both twins glance at one another with a nod of confirmation and hop to your side. Such a swift movement, your arms are wrapped around in an instant and you now have two ghoul escorts holding you in place. They plant a food-caked kiss on either of your cheeks, your arms forced down with the weight of their bodies. There's a humming smooch to signify that you've been marked with a mixture of crumbs, ketchup and saliva. They release you almost instantaneously and head for the door, hand in hand, skip by skip.

“Tony's outside~” Lambchop says victoriously, fluttering her voice like a child. Damn ghouls…

You wipe the food from your cheeks with a wet towel, then toss it as you exit the establishment. A message appears on your scouter with coordinates to a vehicle. You never thought playing video games all your life would teach you a lesson in obedience and simplicity. The world's adapted many of the ideas for a heads-up displays, especially when trying to direct rehabilitated targets who can barely understand your language.

Across from the Burgerking is the truck the arrow leads to. A white delivery van with large mirrors, two big doors, and a long square back built for hauling. There's no identifying logos or interesting marks on the truck besides a few wear-and-tear type deals like burns, tears, dents, and the bumper being hoisted up with cables. The large engines on either underside and the roof of the car make it look as though Tony just watched Space Balls and decided he wanted a Fed-Ex truck instead of an RV. The only thing that makes it seem even remotely professional is the conical cockpit in the very front, balanced on one double-stacked tire- the left one being replaced with one that doesn't match.

You're beginning to think that maybe this job isn't safe after all, though not because you're worried about being attacked on the run, it's clear this guy couldn't drive if his life depended on it with all the minor damages and the shitty dice in the mirror that block a quarter of the windshield.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the rustling of mechanical equipment resonating from the back of the open truck, every step from inside the vehicle causing it to comically bounce and rock on its wheels.

Quietly and calmly, you call out to ask if Tony is there?

>>157612

What you recieve isn't what you expected. It's a feminine voice with a low pitch, full of life and stained with a Yugoslavic accent. “'Eeey, comrade! You are one the eh? The twins were speakingc of?”

Completely caught off guard, your jaw drops as a red form hops from the back of the truck. Her hand releases the bar by the roof in her descent, her breasts gently bouncing against an old white muscle shirt bordered by a bright red tracksuit. 8ft of grinning Oni with bright white teeth, tan skin, dark hazel eyes and a massive dusky horn. Her appearance is complete with wild, feathered brown hair with sharp ends and an outfit fitting of her accent sporting large, Oni-sized sneakers.

You have to make sure. All this time you had convinced yourself that Tony was a guy. You clarify; Tony?

She shakes her head, finishing the short distance between you two with her hands outstretched and her eyes closed in irritation. “Nye-nye-nyet, To-ni.” She sounds out, motioning with her hands. “You got to pronunciates the 'ni'.”

Ni? You answer.

“Ni. To-ni. Tony is fluid comrade. You have got to say it with the separatory syllable yeah? To-ni. Tony. To-NI. Tony. Toni. Yes?” She smiles again at the end of her sentence, an expression you mirror. “Good! It is SO goodt to have a friend on the road, eh? Come, come!” She walks to your side and wraps her arm around your shoulders, her massive E-cups swarming your arm and swallowing your shoulder. “I show you interior, very nice design. You will love workingc with this truck, it is pride and joy you know?”

You have literally no choice but to follow her to the back of the truck. A feeling of unease washes over you, not alot of Oni are this happy and you can't help but think perhaps she's got something planned. How can ANYONE be this excited about a shitty truck? Your thoughts lead to nowhere, though, as she literally just brings you to the back and lets go. The garage-like door in the back is open and the stairs are unfolded. On either side of the cargo hatch is a number of shelves packed with old computers that look brand new in comparison to yours. They're towers with matching wide monitors, all black with blue accents. Very sharp, very professional. Looks like something IBM made, but the logos are different. The shelves at the bottom are filled with baskets and drawers that hold mouses and keyboards.

The Oni steps past you and into the truck, ducking her head a little and holding the bars at the roof to keep her balance. “Come come, we are to deliver these to very nice center down-town. Wonderful people, absolutely wonderful, you will love unloadingc for these guys they never complain.”

Almost entranced by her happiness, you hop into the van and follow the Oni to the front. She climbs through like an astronaut, slipping into the driver's seat and adjusting her mirrors as you find yourself left with the crusty, cracked and foam-stressed leather of the passenger's side.

She takes a deep breath as she adjusts the throttle infront of her, lights springing to life and projections covering the black windshields. The lights dim in the car, and a dinging sound followed by a projected seatbelt symbol appears on the dashboard. You pull your three-piece 'X' shaped belt together and turn the lock, the Oni doing the same.

“Ah, safety first am I right?” She jabs your shoulder with her elbow, grinning and closing her eyes tightly before leaning back on her headrest and extending one hand to the top of the wheel, the other resting on the windshield's edge. She closes all the doors and starts up the engine with a twist of the wheel, her Engram lighting up. As everything in the car comes to life, a familiar sound begins to play from the radio. Disco Inferno? This has got to be a fucking joke…

Nobody would take a joke this far, because at the pick-up of the music she slams on the gas. You forgot the fact that the car was banged up a little. Oh jesus. As you ascend, your stomach turns and the equipment in the back screeches from the shelves sliding back and forth. They mustn't be entirely secure, but you're boxed in now. Cool air fills in full blast, blowing the Oni's hair as you zoom through the cityscape sky. She lines up into a ring labeled 'supply', filing in with a bunch of other trucks.

“Ah, I love drivingc. Very fun, very relaxingc. I get to see the sights, watch de city like ants, listen to good, good music! Perfect job, am I wrongc?” She asks, looking to you. “is barely even work, relaxing it is!”

>What do you do, or well, mostly what do you say? You can't leave the car, not without dying.

This was hella fun to write. I hope you guys enjoy the new character. Let me know how I did on design and the accent, also if the truck was descriptive enough. Couldn't find a picture to accurately represent it sadly. All feedbacks and criticisms on this are especially appreciated because it's world-building, and that needs to be done well.

>>157613

I'm a little disappointed she wasn't a Jinko.

Tony best girl.

Ask her to tell you about herself to pass the time. She sounds like a very interesting individual. Also ask if we can unload our cargo into her receiving if you catch my drift.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>157613

didn't expect for the job to be right then.

MC had to clock out at work, is he going to be in trouble for not showing up after lunch?

Be polite, small talk about her job and life but also try not to distract her from her driving too much - don't want to test out the safety features on this truck.

Rolling for job to go smoothly and with MC remaining till he gets back to work

I like the concept of Tony - easy going truck driver girl and all. But 'reading' the accent gets old fast. I think in cases like that it's better to describe the character as speaking in a strong accent and sporadically noting when that accent results in something funny/interesting. Also not big on MGE Onis (drunkard femdom rape less sexy). So far impression of her if of an easygoing, potential comic relief.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>157659

that was supposed to be 'remaining un-raped'

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>157613

>>157636

>>157659

I'm good with the small talk.

I like her design. I don't mind when the accent is written in phonetically, so I liked her dialogue, though that probably comes down to personal preference on the matter. Truck description was good, a general description and some detail that let my mind fill in the gaps with "future truck stuff".

>>157613

“Ah, I love drivingc. Very fun, very relaxingc. I get to see the sights, watch de city like ants, listen to good, good music! Perfect job, am I wrongc?” She asks, looking to you. “is barely even work, relaxing it is!”

>What do you do, or well, mostly what do you say? You can't leave the car, not without dying.

In a line of trucks diverse but shapely similar to your own, the backdrop of the cityscape so far below becomes muddled by the heads-up displays, sunlight-deflecting tinted windows, and the sheer fogginess caused by the layers of glass between the delivery guidance rings and the ships themselves. It's like being in a plane, a slow-moving and loud plane with nothing but the blare of 80's funk and the buzz of engines, sometimes accompanied by a rattle of machinery in the back.

Your oni companion doesn't seem to mind any of it. She's got this ridiculously bright smile on her face and her eyes are on the road. She drums to the song on the curve of her window and the steering wheel, humming every word the seemingly distant radio sings.

Such an atmosphere is a little more borish than relaxing for you. She did say she wanted a companion on the road, so you suppose the least you can do is get to know her, and relieve your boredom in the process.

You ask Toni what she does for fun, how she got into this job, what her life is like. Anything about her really.

Toni stops humming, glancing off to the right and locking eyes with you. She has to angle her gaze a little, a reminder of the height difference she has even when she's slumping in the chair. “Eh? Oh! Well, I jump from job to job naturally. I enjoy the uh, freedom of being able to do what I please, to drive where I want, and to deliver whichever delivery looks good to me. Sometimes it goes wrongc, sure, but is alright most of the time.” She shrugs and wiggles her thumb and pinkie back and forth like a tipping scale, a gesture of 'so-so'.

“As for how I got into it? Well, longc story. I come here to this city for opportunity of work ofcourse, but not very educatered you see. In my homeland, we are very communal yes? Jobs are done with your comrades, they teach you the ropes, but here you need degrees and papers and all this ridiculous thingc to get job so… I do what one paper I have, flight license. Takes a while to get, the many letters from 'C' to whatever, but I finally manage to achieve vehicle and insurance and all sort of thing! Now, I do what I learned in homeland, yes? I refurbish!” She exclaims, throwing her hand up with a grin. “Computers old, sure, but very good now that I fix them up! Friends help me pick the parts that work, then we put them to work! From cheap and broken, to good as new!”

Well, you suppose that works. It's hard to get small-time jobs like this because she's right, you need a lot of recommendation or papers or experience to do anything that makes a lot of money. Hell, you're in a dead-end engineering job because of it and it's barely even engineering. You're just sitting there in the office designing engines and quite literally fucking your way to 7 funbucks an hour.

The ride seems a lot quicker the more you chat with her, so you decide to ask Toni another question about what she does for fun?

“Work is mostly fun!” She exclaims, “But, I do like the bars, the clubs, the singingc and dancingc with friends is so fun. Not to mention the boys in this town- you would not believe their faces. So cute, so thin though, so short… I fear for breaking them sometimes, you know?” Redness swarms her face for a second as she laughs, though she manages to swallow it. “Nye-nyet. Always a good time. Is always a good time~. That songc yes?”

Yeah, that song. You ask if it's much different from her homeland?

She shrugs, pressing down on the gas a little. “Well… It's not exactly the same here in the city. People are less close, I feel. No sledding in floods, no puttingc up the zipline, no smokingc and drinkingc in the unfinished houses, hoppingc from floorboard to unfinished floorboard… I miss it sometimes, but is good here as well.” She cracks a smile at you, running her tongue across her chapped upper lip. “Oh- By the way, we are almost there friend!”

>1/2

>>158022

Well- since you're so close, you suppose you only have one question left. Just for fun, you mention that with her love of city boys, what's the chances of you getting to dock your ship in her? You know, unload your cargo?

The oni's ears stick up a little, her hand going to tug her collar down a bit. The muscle shirt was already revealing, but now it showed a vast and soft stretch of skin with the slightest drop of sweat rolling into the abyss. “I don't know if you can handle how we do.” Her eyes snap to yours, a wild smile overtaking her blushing expression. “But, eh, if you think you can handle, we can start small…”

You're about to inquire what she means when her hand grazes your thigh. Her fingers firmly settle against your inner thigh, grinding your clothes across your crotch and flooding you wih an unexpected heat. You're stiff in your chair, thankful that the air conditioning in this truck works as well as it does.

“You lift good, and you are not tired on the way back? I will give you, how they say, the uh… 'Bedtime story'? I think?” She shrugs, still lewdly smirking. “And if you can handle that, maybe we go drinkingc sometime so we have an excuse eh?”

>Do you accept her offer? Also, if there is anything you wish to clarify with her, now is the time. The next entry will be the unloading and the new part-time job offer.

>2/2

>>158023

Accept her offer.

I'm deeply amused that the post with the 19 rollied for the MC to remain un-raped doesn't affect this situation because we asked for it, so it's obviously not rape :3

>>158043

It's not rape, it's a 'massage'.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>158023

Accept and ask for her number.

Tell her the number is work related so she doesn't end up sending us nudes like fluffytail did.

>>158060

Sidenote: you have 1 reroll because it's a fresh day. I think now is a good time.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>158055

>>158061

Yeah, lets use our re-roll on that.

>>158065

Fuck Yes.

>>158069

>>158068

>>158065

>>158061

>Sidenote: you have 1 reroll because it's a fresh day. I think now is a good time.

Okay… Because of the amazing roll, your reroll is not spent. I will attempt to make an amazing event out of the phone-number, perhaps a HUGE boost in relationship points or something for the delivery or conversation chemistry. Dunno yet, but nicely done.

>Ask for her number

>Through slip of the tongue, you remind her of a boy she had a huge crush on when she was a young girl

>You happen to make it to your destination on time

>She takes you right there in the truck, you both make sweet passionate love

>Onlookers are so enraptured by the display of affection, they decide to unload the cargo for you so the beautiful couple isn't interrupted

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>158023

>what's the chances of you getting to dock your ship in her?

this feels like something that should be punished.

In a just world people shouldn't get to say something that lame seriously, without consequences

>>158115

Fuck you, I thought it was clever and since I'm the GM I can enforce it instead of taking criticism.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>158115

Rolling against punishment.

These girls are all unclaimed and I'll be damned if we can't have as many as we can.

Besides, Monster Girls seem to be a huge majority in this cyoa, every monster girl we've met so far is single.

>>158411

I won't post the full statistics for spoilers, but my estimations from the worldbuilding is 7:1 female:male ratio. This includes human females.

>>158412

Forgot to namefag but if you guys want the full historical statement I can give it. i think it's already in the pastebin but essentially population density and a lack of religious atmosphere = lots of polygamy, degeneracy, multiple girlfriends for each man, etc.

SPOILER: Plus, Mamono are pretty desperate, given their left-over natural urge to seek spirit energy, despite it not being a viable thing anymore.

>>158023

You really only have one thing left to ask her. You turn to Toni as your journey comes to an end and hold out your hand with confidence, your engram brimming with glorious green light. You ask her if she'd share her number, as you really enjoyed talking to such an interesting and sexy girl.

Toni turns toward you, red swarming her face and a nervous chuckle escaping her. “You are, ehh, smooth, yes? Learned city boy, confident… I like talkingc to you, of course I will share number.” And with that, Toni grasps your hand firmly for a second to exchange the information. Your engrams scan one another, and her smiling face in a selfie pose appears in the top corner of your scouter's screen.

>You've obtained Toni's Phone Number.

As your fingers unlink, you make sure to warn Toni that this is your work phone and you don't have another. So she might want to check before sending any nudes.

The oni erupts in a light giggle at your statement, flicking on her blinker and giving you a sidelong look. “Do not worry, you will see plenty of me on the way back. After all, you'll need somethingc to look at and perhaps play with to properly enjoy your… 'Story'. Heh, I really need sexier word for that…”

…

Toni lowers the ship out of line at the next exit and starts a vertical movement. The towers rise all around you past the glass, your stomach dropping into a brief feeling of freefall. Screens pop up all around the windshields as she places the vehicle in park, cameras with overlays showing her exactly where to position in order to park. She whirls the vehicle around, pushing you into her shoulder and slamming the computers in the back against the wall.

The vehicle finally lands, the movement has stopped, and you feel safe to breathe again. You start to take off your seat-belt and adjust your stuff, and Toni does the same. The door to your right raises like a butterfly at your touch, stairs extending from beneath the vehicle to guide your step down the foot or two above ground. You close the door while Toni works on opening the back.

You're both situated outside a large warehouse, double doors with a yellow line marking the entry right across from the delivery truck.

“Okay Anon, very simple. We move computers in, we plug computer into system, we check things, then I take you home. All you need to do is move stuff, yes?” Toni asks, a smile on her face and the back door held up on her shoulder like Atlas.

You nod, it sounds easy enough and the reward after keeps you moving forward.

>You grab some of the smaller equipment from the back of the truck, then head for the facility. Due to it being such menial labor and the equipment being so familiar, you have no trouble following Toni to an empty room littered with desks, setting down the computers, and staying behind to plug them in while Toni gets the last bits of heavy equipment.

Well, a job well done! You overlook the first computer lab you've ever set up in your life and damn are you proud of your autistic organization skills. Toni is going to get the server tower and told you it'd take a while, so you have a chance to check out the facility!

You head out of the freshly built computer lab and into the next room. It's like a library, but covered in silent adverts and crawling with talking people. You feel as if you've stumbled into a mini comic-con. Nerds, girl-nerds, mamono-nerds, nerds all over the fucking place. They're watching animes in the corner, talking in groups, half of them are cosplaying for no concievable reason. It's like a physical, visible version of autism!

Plenty of signs are here to lead your way;

>Help Wanted! Full-Time Repairman, overseer's office. No prior appointment or application required.

>Tabletop simulators - Last highest damage - 4d8 (7, 8, 5, 7) + 15 = 42 Melee Dmg at lvl 4. Instant Death! - R.M

>Lasertag

>Assfaggots tournaments

>LARP court

This place sounds like barrels of fun! And since Toni's gotta meet with the owner and do all this bullshit, you can take a look around. You're gonna be late for work anyway.

>>158612

>Tabletop simulators - Last highest damage - 4d8 (7, 8, 5, 7) + 15 = 42 Melee Dmg at lvl 4. Instant Death! - R.M

Fucking hell for curiosity sake let me see if this works.

>>158613

Just as a side-note. Anything in Italics will be something important that you could miss, as in an event I've already got planned. This is how I will point out things in the environment where I step boundaries as the DM as well.

Could be a pill dropped in your drink.

Could be a new character.

Could be a place where you can apply your engineering skills to get a bonus.

Could be a vent in a facility you can crawl through. Just think about these statements and try to figure out what's important about them.

it's supposed to be interpreted as a gut feeling so to speak.

>>158612

>Tabletop simulators - Last highest damage - 4d8 (7, 8, 5, 7) + 15 = 42 Melee Dmg at lvl 4. Instant Death! - R.M

If Rida skipped work to play games… I'm actually going to say that's pretty awesome. At any rate, we should check it out.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>158612

check out about job, find out identity of R.M

Rolling for spontaneous geek cred. and knowledge

MC kind of a skill-less loser for his age. Must have been doing something with his childhood

As the crowds passing by fade into the unfocused peripheral of your vision, you can't seem to take your mind off that 'latest damage' sign. Tabletop is your kind of game, but those initials seem to strike a resonant familiarity in your gut. You suppose that's good a place to start as any.

>You wade through the crowds of cosplayers, being stopped many times by costumed girls to say hello and flirt for half a second. It does nothing more than impede you, but they're shy enough to move on after about ten seconds. It doesn't take too long to get to the tabletop simulators, but you did waste more time than you expected with the active crowd in the way.

You softly open the door as to not disturb anyone and peek your head through the crack.

The room is filled with round or square thick tables somewhat like the one you played Yu-Gi-Oh with Ophelia on. Slick black casings topped with colored holograms and state-of-the-art input equipment and Uis. Each player has a shield they can activate which hides their holograms from view of other players and those next to them, which is a much needed feature in a virtueless campaign.

In the center is a massive version of this table, with a holographic AI flicking in the distance. There's atleast fifteen players gathered around, all with their boards up and an intense expression on their face.

The DM, who looks like a witches' familiar, paces around the electronic field and speaks in a calm, commanding tone. “Players 1 and 4 may roll to loot the bodies. Player 8, you gain a magic item.”

A mono-eyed girl calls out from the chair labeled '8'. “May I roll an appraisal?”

“Gra-” The hologram is interrupted half-way through by a damningly familiar voice.

You fucking knew it.

“Yeah actually…” Rida starts, leaning back in her chair with her calves kicked up on the desk. “I snatch it out of her hand. Sleight of Hand right? She doesn't know.”

“…Correct. Sleight of Hand.” The hologram confirms emotionlessly.

“W-what!? That's not fair, you can't just snatch my magical item, surely protection is enabled?” The mono-eye complains.

“Sure I can. Free for all.” Rida taps a key and a virtual dice spins infront of her board like a slot machine. 15.

“You successfully take the magical item from player 8. What do you wish to do with it?” Says the DM.

“Are you kidding me!? No counter-roll!? Come on!” The mono-eye seems quite stressed.

“It is already calculated. You failed.” The DM responds yet again in a cheery, yet distant mechanical tone.

“Yeah- I take the magical item and I force player 8's stupid husbando Elf insert to appraise it for me. I'd roll intimidation but seeing as I've got +5 strength and a magical item in my hand that could literally do anything, I'll just make the promise that if she doesn't appraise it I'll use it and let lady luck decide who dies.” Rida threatens, sounding sure of herself.

“You… f-fucking!…” Player 8 groans, rubbing her one large eyelash and thinking it over. “Alright, I'll appraise it. Let it be known in this party that player 9 is NOT a team-player.”

“Yeah, I'm not really afraid of the boypussi Elf healslut denouncing me. I'll even stroke his ears a little. Someone remind the janitor to clean up chair 8 though, because captain 2D depth-perception either reacts so slow because she can't see that it's her fucking turn, or she's jilling it under the counter.” Rida says.

“W-whatever. I'm just playing a character, jeeze. I guess she touches his ears and he's embarassed.” The mono-eye responds defeatedly, her arms crossed.

“Yeah, you like that you filthy knife-eared heal-slut don't you? If I were a lesbian I'd have fucked you by now.” Rida whispers loud enough for everyone to hear, the whole table stifling back a bit of a nervous giggle.

“W-what?” Asks the one-eyed girl.

“Well, it's clear your Elf isn't a man because he's acting like a huge pussy right now. Besides, I'm not a disgusting freak so I don't ERP. As my free action I shove him to the ground and take my new appraised magical item. What'd I get?” Rida finishes, the table beginning to argue about the roll for the magical item, whether Rida or the Mono-eye should make it since she's appraising, and also if there should be a counter to pushing down. Who saw it in character, etcetera. Total sperg-fest.

>What do you do? There's an open seat, you could play for a while. Or you could just talk to Rida real quick.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>159346

Join in on the game and do a friendly competition with her.

Her luck against ours.

Hopefully my luck hasn't gotten rusty since the last time I visited this CYOA

>>159354

I was actually just wondering where the hell you went. My prayers are answered.

>>159355

Yeah, I kind of vanish sometimes, sorry about that. Bad habit.

>>159373

Fucking hell he looks so serious bidness about that dice.

Love it.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>159354

this

>>157659

Also politely ask as to what rules they are playing by that let a physical attack such as shoving someone to the ground be counted as a 'free action'.

Reference ancient D&D manuals where free actions are usually stuff like speaking, dropping items and casting instants.

later if Rida questions MC's presence, explain that as her assistant we had to track her down and participate.

In good tradition MC should try rolling high charisma character and do a seduction roll on Rida's char (hope she plays as a girl).

If successful, after fucking her char senseless rob her character blind - prioritize stealing said magic item.

Rolling for said seduction attempt

second post was linked in error, was trying to link >>159346

Also by 'rob blind' obviously meant "leave her naked".

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>159354

I like this.

>>159346

Not sure if you're serious about how I guessed or if that's a rhetorical question.

>>159543

Eh i probably made it obvious but you guessed quite quickly so props.

>>159547

Yeah, not sure if I would have caught the initials without the emphasis on that entry. It helped that I think she's the only character in this so far we know of with a name that starts with "r".

Yo, I'll update tommorow because I have something I gotta do today, but I do want to let it be known that my first standalone smut-piece is coming out soon. I'll be posting it in the writefag thread when it's done and spellchecked for a while, but it's the manticore story I've been talking about for like 3 months. I had to restart a couple times and I've been slowly but surely finishing it, but it looks like it's getting there.

Well, if Rida's going to be like that, you suppose you've got time for a friendly competition.

You finish walking through the door and straighten up, crossing your arms dramatically and clearing your throat to get the table's attention. The first thing to go is Rida's shit-eating grin. She seems to go pale as a ghost among the crowd curiously staring at you, intensifying when you look back at her.

With everyone's attention, you mention that you're not sure what ruleset they're playing by, but a shove is not an action that takes less than a second. A free action represents something that can be done very quickly or without thinking. Rida cannot shove the Elf, but the rest of her moves are valid.

“This is correct.” The holographic familiar says, looking to Rida. “You do not shove the Elf, but your item is appraised and the information has been passed to the involved players.” After that information, the AI stops looking at you and waits.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Anon!?” Rida asks with narrowed eyes and a matching pout, standing up from her chair and intimidating you with her severely lacking size. Her tail flicks behind her like an annoyed cats, the bulb knocking into her chair once in a while.

You explain that since she decided to skip out on work, you had nothing to do today. So, you decided to track her down and participate in this lovely past-time of hers. You tell her that you can't believe she never told you that she was into DND.

“Ugh, you nosy fuck…” Rida scoffs, shaking her head with an irritated expression. Though, after a moment of silent contemplation, Rida checks over her shoulder and cracks a smile. All the girls are staring directly at you with red lines on their cheeks and sparkles in their eyes. In a sudden shift to smugness, Rida shrugs and chuckles. “I guess my boy-toy just can't handle not getting some tailpussy for more than ten minutes. Absolutely pathetic how dependant you are on me Anon~.”

Your eyes widen, completely taken aback by her words. That's not why you're here at all, but you can't even speak before her arm is wrapped around your shoulder- which is only possible because she's standing on her tiptoes.

“D-do you know eachother?” The mono-eye asks, blinking with incertain hope.

“Wow, VERY perceptive. Yes, we know eachother. We fuck once in a while.” She shrugs nonchalantly, checking her fingernails in an absolutely autistic 'nuthin' personnel kid' pose.

She'll get what's coming to her. You weasel out of her grasp and head for a chair. You tell the group that you're not here for that, you just want to play some DND. You don't say it, but the goal here is to embarass the shit out of Rida.

“What? A guy playing with a group of girls? That'll fucking ruin everything!” A frog-girl from the opposite end of the table argues, glaring at you. “You can't have a filthy normalfag dude around. This'll just turn into a sex-thing.”

Another girl, an Inari, shrugs her shoulders. “To be fair, it usually turns into a sex thing no matter what. I mean, what with all the 'magical realm' bullshit.”

“Says the one who tried to rape the bartender! The only thing magical is how this party even managed to stay together while everyone's trying to get laid by fictional NPCs.” An unidentified girl calls.

“See!? One guy shows up and we're already being torn apart! God, FUCK.” The angry frog cries.

“There is one slot left for player 14, if you would like to join, Anon was it?” The holographic DM asks, a sweetened smile on her face. She almost has the atmosphere of a school teacher, which makes sense given the type of girls that play this game.

You nod and simply head to the only empty seat, Rida grumbling as she resituates herself. Half of the girls seem delighted to have you, especially the ones you're sitting next to, and the rest are infuriated by your presence.

You duck behind the cover of your board and lean into the holographic interface of the table. As you settle your hands on the keys, it springs to life with a soothing set of beeps and a fancy forest green monochrome. The program introduces itself as 'fantasy grounds 1.7k'. The first thing it does is open a window with a rulebook, then a character creator. There are some customization options for every class, subclass, and race, but the coolest thing about this ruleset is the fact that it's the most popular. For years and years, thousands of homebrews have been adapted and tweaked for semi-balance, and creating a character has never been easier. All you have to do is click and drag, press a button to roll a virtual dice and allocate your stats, then spend your starting gold. You've got tons of options to choose from! You try and build everything you can to be diplomatic. You grab some colognes as 'potions' to temporarily increase your charisma, max the shit out of that stat, get appearance spells, and essentially initiate operation: fuck Rida out of her magical item.

>The game is about to continue. You are bumped up to level 4 and easily catch with the group due to party-shared experience. You are all exploring a town together before the next big mission. What do you do?

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>160229

Take a break from the group for a bit to search local artists. Declare an upcoming contest on Nude drawings, at an appropriate time delay to account for Rida's seduction.

Rejoin group. Blatant off-topic seduction to directly override control of her character via stat-check.

After screwing her character senseless, co-opt other party members into cleaning up and posing her nude body on the bar in the tavern as art contest model. 3 tasteful poses must be drawn to qualify.

Collect results for judging.

Propose to adventurer group that new tactic of infiltration of the next big-bad on their to do list is send official mail posing as a noble-man looking to make a match for their daughter, including the pictures as 'proof of goods' on offer - party infiltrates as a suitor delegation, pushing Rida as blushing bride to be and selling her like a prized horse.

Put the proposal to a vote, testing how much the other group members like Rida.

If vote goes through, when she comes to hold her items hostage to her agreeing to go along with the plan.

hoping seduction roll from here still counts >>159399

rolling for pulling off the rest of the above listed arrangements - for a high charisma character, how hard would it be to convince local artists to an impromptu contest?

is this going too far?

>>160271

Jesus fucking christ, brutal dude. Let's hope the dice like your plan- should the other players agree with it.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>160229

>>160275

>Jesus fucking christ, brutal dude

Rida seemed mean. She should consider it a lesson on the importance of good relations within the group. Adventurers trust their lives to each other.

I see a problem with this plan

>>160271

>After screwing her character senseless

we rolled a high Charisma char. That's good for seduction to succeed, but the plan depends on greater endurance too, or superior sex skills.

Rolling for:

MC securing co-operation from the rest of the group prior to seduction and get convincing them to help - particularly for support classes to bolster his endurance.

MC is still wearing that pink 'Nauni's property' collar, right?

Also MC was going to blackmail Rida into being nice to him for a week. If he manages to get that started after pulling this off, should secure his rep in this DnD club and make secondary employment so much easier.

I am kind of looking forward to Rida getting her revenge, and I wonder if Nauni will find MC needs discipline for bullying Rida like that if/when she finds out

>>160283

Yes, you're wearing the collar. Sometimes even I forget about it. Need to get back into the habit of it not being hidden from that costume party, used to mention it once in a while. However, you are currently behind a privacy board to prevent others from reading your shit. You can look over the board at people across from you or instant-message party members, but you can't really see any of them too clearly, especially around/below the neck.

>>160229

I prefer the original version of the plan >>159399

over >>160271 Yeah, the new plan hits me as going too far

Whichever plan end up going ahead, afterwards go full innuendo and tell Rida that's how you screw somebody, but if she thinks she knows a better way, maybe she could show you later?

That should earn her the burning jealousy of all the girls at the table while still teaching her a lesson.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>160229

>>160311

Ah, forgot my roll.

We should also send Toni a message telling her to text us when she's ready to go so we can meet her back at the van.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>160311

>>160311

I'm rolling for this. The original plan, I mean. It's all well and good to seduce a character, but taking photos of her naked and putting her up as rapebait for the next Big Bad seems really mean. Also, it's pretty much taking any semblance of choice from Rida and, to a lesser extent, the other girls. That's just plain unfun. We're not trying to brutalize her publicly. just in private with our dick

>>160432

First roll on /monster/. Things are looking up.

Also, I meant for the original plan, plus innuendo and the burning jealousy of all the girls at the table.

The truth is you don't really have all that much time to play. You've got a small plan in mind to fuck Rida over with, but aside from that, you need to work quickly. Once you're done making your character, you send out a little text to Toni saying for her to hit you up when she needs to go. Anticipating this call to be sooner rather than later, you head for the in-game tavern where the party is drinking.

Given you're going to snag all of Rida's shit anyway, you decide to spend all your money on the most expensive drink the bar has- a fraction of your fortune, and a few slutty matrons to hang out with. This manages to give you a good charisma bonus, from the combination of whores and ale.

Bolstering your character up with the cologne you bought and watching Rida closely, you decide to snoop around the other party members. You actually see the Elf Healslut nearby, the only other male characters noted on your party sheet. You open up an IM with the monoeye to ask her for an endurance buff if she has one.

“What do you need an endurance buff for? Shouldn't you be playing with your friend?” She texts, you can practically smell the salt and mistrust through the hologram.

You explain to her with a quick message that you plan to. You promise her it'll be good if she just throws you a buff.

The monoeye hesitates, nothing indicating a text shows up on the screen, but your character gains an extra endurance point for the next hour. Well, that deserves a thanks, even if she isn't very talkative.

You make your way to the bar and open up a visible conversation with Rida's character. You introduce your character in usual roleplaying fashion, then roll charisma to crack a few extra points.

>Rida got a nat 1

>You got a 6

“FUCK!” You hear from across the table, followed by Rida's angry typing.

>Rida's natural failure causes her character's opposing charisma checks to be at a disadvantage through a reduction modifier of -1.

As you are talking with her character, her stats become available to you through a decent series of investigation checks. She plays a half-orc titanslayer at Lv4 with +5 strength, and +4 and +3 in pretty much every other stat. She's 8ft tall and 500 pounds, wielding a mastecrafted greatsword that's one size-class above hers, which is one of her class features.

You recieve a message from 'Foah-Yuu Bigai' the in-character name of Rida's half-orc. “The fuck are you planning faggot? Did you join this game just to mess with me or something?” Clearly out of character.

You're feeling pretty lucky, so you just ignore her and roll another charisma check asking Rida's character about sexual things.

>You get a nat 20 No joke I actually roll for all of this

>Rida gets a 4

“Fuck it!” Rida calls from the other side of the table. “I'm just taking a 10 on this shit.”

The holographic familiar, garbed in a fancy gray robe with the hood down, turns her attention to your little argument along with the rest of the party. Rida, the meanest character who doesn't seem to have points with any of the other players, is actually getting along with your shitty little human.

Everyone is talking amongst themselves around the table and focusing on Rida in-game, just witnessing the power of your overtuned and buffed flirting. Some mention how it's the first time Rida's rolled bad all campaign, others are groaning about the circlejerk between her and her friend- that's you.

“See!? I told you it's going to turn into a sex thing…” The frog girl complains, throwing her hands off the computer and leaning back in her seat with a frustrated, avoiding gaze.

“Are you sure you want to surrender to this player's advances?” The DM asks emotionlessly, as if this has happened way too often before.

“Yeah, fuck it. His loss anyway. There's no god damn way he'll pass the CON check. Hope you get a nat 20 when rolling for a new pelvis, Anon!” Rida bursts into maniacal, autistic laughter across from you. “Oh! Oh! One more thing, she accepts his advances, but she's on top!” Once again, you guys are fucking perceptive. There was a con check I had planned the whole time

Before your characters head upstairs, a window appears on the hologram showing Rida's face. This has face-time? Pretty advanced program. Rida slides to the top right corner, leaning forward and filling the small box with her face. Her voice projects from the beneath the table. “Hey Anon. I'll cut you a deal, you survive the night on my conditions and I'll have a little surprise for you when we get back to work~.”

That's either a lewd promise or a threat, either of which she'll regret making. You accept her conditions. You've got your buffs and thanks to your high charisma and cologne, she was pretty easy to seduce. All that's left is to survive the night, and you're feeling lucky. Player nat 20 activated

>1/2

>>160606

“Very well. Will both players roll a charisma check to set the mood?”

>You get a nat 20.

>Rida gets a 17.

“Hah! What a waste!” Rida scoffs, though with a clear worry in her eyes now.

The players around the board are all a little interested, even the frog girl, having seen yet another nat 20. The familiar waffles about the atmosphere of the room being very romantic between you two in a private chat. The life of an AI must be hell, literally Dming virtual sex between two work friends. Rida on the other hand, is grinding her teeth on the other side of the screen.

“Due to Player 9's insane strength, please roll two constitution checks. The first for health damage caused by Player 9 to Player 14, and the second for sexual endurance.”

>You get 2 more Nat 20s

>Rida gets a 6 and a 7.

“WHAT!? FUCKING WHAT!? YOU GOTTA BE SHITTING ME, YOU CHEATING PIECE OF SHIT, 3 NAT 20'S MY ASS! I'M USING LUCKY!” Rida screams into the computer, glaring at you through the camera. You can't quite tell if she can see you or not, so you just keep a poker-face throughout it all.

>Rida rerolls a 10 for the health damage, which doesn't beat your nat 20, and a nat 1 for the sexual endurance.

Jaws drop around the table, a few of the girls even bursting into laughter or getting up to stim a bit. You can't help but crack a grin as Rida's ears hit the sides of her head and her lips tremble.

“Due to the range of success and failure, Player 9 has been knocked unconscious not even half-way through the intercourse by player 14.” To add insult to injury, there's a description of Rida's character being fucked silly sent by IM.

You only have one more thing to say. You shrug your shoulders, lean back, crack a smug smile, and mention that while she's unconscious, you'll be taking ALL her items. You even plant a kiss on her cheek.

Rida's incoherent scream of rage can be heard through her paws. She's infuriated, her tail swishing about and her eyes alight with agonizing anger.

>Right in the middle of a laughing table loud with autism, with the girls next to you giving you high-fives or mocking Rida, you get a text from Toni. She's leaving in 5 minutes.

>You have successfully defeated Rida, but you haven't signed up for the part time job yet.

>What do you do?

Time: 3:45. You are extremely late for work, might as well have skipped with Rida. The good news is your character will be saved and you can come play DND here at any time. Hopefully I'll be more descriptive next time. I've been swamped with work and feel like I didn't do the future-DND thing much JUSTICE.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>160607

> “Hey Anon. I'll cut you a deal, you survive the night on my conditions and I'll have a little surprise for you when we get back to work~.”

MC should make sure to remind her of that if she forgets next time he sees her at work.

5 minutes should be enough to grab contact info and introduce himself to local contact for the job, explain that he is interested but is currently in middle of another errand and follow up later via email.

Than head to meet up with Tony.

First though:

So everyone can hear, tell Rida it's all in good fun - MC was just amused by her behavior and wanted to chastise her for it. It wouldn't be sporting to just strip a tank character of all items mid game and screw over her progress like that. She can have all her stuff back right now - if she consents to let mono-eye to spank her on the bare bottom 5 times right now. He has to run, so she has only a few minutes to decide.

not sure if a roll is needed for any of the above, but just in case.

>>160612

i wonder how passionate she is about her game.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>160612

also, Don't insult Mono-eye by actually calling her that - ask her name or say 'this girl' or something

>>160617

damn you 8chan - i emptied those dice roll entries

accidental roll

>>160617

It'd be a real shame if a certain dick DM counted that nat 1 for something…

Real damn shame.