/storytiem/ - Onyxdime's Storytiem

The sky outside is a steely grey, and the air is damp and cool. This morning feels like the perfect morning for a quick jog. You dig around in your wardrobe, pulling out the clothes you picked up at the mall, and take out some yoga pants and a tank top.

(EXHIBITIONISM TRIGGERED)

You look at the pants for a moment. They’re tight, and that’s good, but you feel like they might hide too much skin. Your hands begin to shake as you look around for a pair of scissors.

(EXHIBITIONIST TEST PASSED)

But you still them and get yourself under control. Today is supposed to be a new beginning, a new you, and it wouldn’t do to yield right out of the gate to Satan’s unholy influence. (+2 Chastity) You pull on the pants, itching at the spots you feel cloth shouldn’t cover.

Dad is still snoring gently into the couch. You quietly open the door and jog down the block.

You live in a good neighborhood. People walking their dogs wave as you pass, and you get more than one appreciative look on your way to the park. By the time you reach the treeline, your chest is heaving and your face is coated with sweat. (+20 Thirst) It’s been awhile since you last exercised like this. Still though, despite your headache, you feel good.

(THIRST TEST FAILED)

When you spy a fountain, you’re reminded of how thirsty you are. You turn the faucet and plant your lips over its stream. Your mouth fills with a sudden, bitter taste. You sputter, but still swallow a great deal of it. The wine sits hot in your stomach. (+10 Drunk) (+2 (Lust) x 2 (Horny) ) (-30 Thirst)

“Woah man, nine in the morning is a bit early for booze, isn’t it?” Jesus says in your ear. “But who am to judge? That’s dad’s schtick.”

The alcohol swirls in your empty stomach, filling you with warmth. (You have gained the CONFIDENCE trait: The booze is lubricating your social connections + 5 to all persuasion/seduction rolls)

“Is this part of your plan, Jesus?”

“It’s all part of the Great Plan, man. I mean, I haven’t seen it, but I’m sure Dad has one. Rock on, groovy girl!” Jesus says as he fades from your mind.

Suddenly, you hear familiar voices from the other side of a bush. You creep close.

(SNEAK TEST PASSED)

It’s Stacy and her boyfriend Chad arguing in front of the restroom building. Stacy’s hair and clothes are a mess, though not in a ‘fresh fucked’ kind of way; it’s as if she’s just stopped caring about her appearance. Stacy scratches at her arm, staring at Chad with a manic intensity.

“Come on, sweetie. Just a little bit. Just give me a taste,” Stacy says. She lunges for Chad’s crotch, but he pushes her back.

“No, stop it. How much of the football team did you service in that bathroom yesterday? I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

“It wasn’t my fault. Chelsea did it. That bitch set me up. I didn’t want to. Just, please, give me a little bit of your cum. I just need one hit and I can stop.” She lunges again and Chad side steps her. Stacy falls into the dirt and cries. Fat tears pour down her face. “Why don’t you want me? Am I not beautiful?” She paws at Chad’s leg.

Chad shakes her off and steps back. “Stacy, I think we need to see other people.”

“No!”

“I’m a quarterback and I can’t be with a cum crazed cheerleader. It’s not how it’s done.”

“Don’t do this, please! I can change. I can do whatever you need me to do. Just, please, let me suck it a little bit and everything can go back to the way it was.”

Chad shakes his head.

The tears stop falling. “Fine then,” Stacy says. “Fuck you. Your dick is small.” She stands up. “I don’t need you. There are plenty of guys way more popular that’ll give me what I need. I’m pretty, and captain of the cheer squad. You’re replaceable.” Stacy disappears around the corner.

Chad sighs and leans against the concrete building.

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What do you do?

Lust: 41— There’s a strong need between your legs.

Chastity: 39— Maybe you've taken things a bit too far.

Popularity: 69— Chelsea, that cute girl who can’t say no.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mYyULtLIvejTTHMWkengWQCwVh974ZK_Udohk8PHb4E/edit

New Stats for today!

Drunk: 10– There’s a pleasant warm feeling in your stomach.

Dehydration– 10– Things feel ok.

Yo yo yo! What is up? Sorry about Tuesday, but the website took a shit. Nothing I could do.

Let's get this splendorous session off with a bang, shall we?

I need two tests: a straight popularity check, and a spaghetti check at 10 difficulty.

Popularity difficulty 100 - 69 Popularity = 31 Popularity threshold

Spaghetti check 10 difficulty + 5 Headache + 41 Lust - 5 Buzzed = 51 Spaghetti threshold

This morning isn’t going nearly the way you hoped it would. You stare in the direction of Stacy’s disappearance. On the one hand you could just let her go, after all it’s not really any of your business, but on the other you are a Catholic, and a Catholic’s guilt eclipses all. Sighing heavily, you start in Stacy’s direction. (+5 Chastity)

It doesn’t take long for you to catch her. It seems she stopped running soon after rounding the corner. She stands in front of a dug out, seemly composed, or, if not, then at least focused. Stacy rubs her arm. “One more. Just one,” she mutters to herself.

“Stacy!” you shout, running up to her.

(Popularity check passed)

Stacy looks at you like an accountant sizing up a spreadsheet. Then, she nods. “Why Chelsea! It’s so great to see you! Here. Of all places. In front of me…”

“I was just jogging and-”

“Finally doing something about your weight,” Stacy says. “That’s really great. Good for you.” She smiles toothily.

You smile back. “Oh, you know, I just do what I can. I wish I could look as wonderful rolling out of someone’s bed as you do.”

“You’re too much. So, what do you need help with today, Chelsea?”

(Spaghetti test failed)

Your voice gets serious. “Look, Stacey, I know we have our differences, but I’m worried about you. I’m worried about your soul. Come to church with me. You’re clearly going through something, and I just want to help.”

“Whaaaaaat?” Stacy says, her voice rising five or six octaves, “no. I’m ok, really.”

“Come on.” You grab her arm. “I just want to introduce you to the preacher.”

“Get off me!” Stacy rips her arm from your grasp. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you. This is your fault!”

“I want to help.”

“Help?! I blew the football team because of you! My life is in ruins, and you want to help?”

Your mouth opens and closes soundlessly. A crowd begins to gather.

“Fuck you!” she shouts, shoving you in the chest. You stumble back. “You fucked my life!” Stacey leaps for your throat.

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What do you do?

Lust: 41— There’s a strong need between your legs.

Chastity: 44— You've definitely taken things too far.

Popularity: 69— Chelsea, that cute girl who can’t say no.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mYyULtLIvejTTHMWkengWQCwVh974ZK_Udohk8PHb4E/edit

New Stats for today!

Drunk: 10– There’s a pleasant warm feeling in your stomach.

Dehydration– 10– Things feel ok.

>>29162

>>29163

Huzzah. Also, anybody else dig glasses here? I've always had a thing for 'em. Just wondering if I'm alone.

>>29164

Its not just you

>>29166

That one's a keeper.

As Stacy lunges at you, you gently step to the side and stick out your foot. She stumbles and lands face first in the dirt. The crowd laughs.

Stacy sits up, dirt and mud clinging in clumps to her hair. “You bitch!” she shouts, charging again.

This time though, she manages to connect. Stacy grabs a handful of your hair and tries to drag you to the ground. She succeeds, and the two of you roll across the dirt and into a small mudpit. Your tit pops free, and you hear a loud rip in your pants.

(Combat test pass)

Stacy grabs a handful of your ass and tries to flip you over, but you manage to hold your balance. She wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you down, her muddy breasts pressing against your own.

You try to grab her arm, but all the water makes it slippery. It flies from your grip and smacks you upside the head. Your ears ring. In frustration, you grab her top and yank, and you’re rewarded with a loud rip as it tears.

Stacy’s breasts dangle in the morning light. The crowd’s cheer is deafening.

(Combat test pass)

With a burst of strength, you lift Stacy and slam her into the ground. Her legs loosen and fall to the away. You grab her arm and yank her around, pinning her face down in the mud. The crowd cheers again. Cameras click as you raise your free hand in triumph. (+3 Popularity)

From somewhere far away, Jesus plays the final countdown.

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What do you do?

Lust: 41— There’s a strong need between your legs.

Chastity: 44— You've definitely taken things too far.

Popularity: 69— Chelsea, that cute girl who can’t say no.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mYyULtLIvejTTHMWkengWQCwVh974ZK_Udohk8PHb4E/edit

New Stats for today!

Drunk: 10– There’s a pleasant warm feeling in your stomach.

Dehydration– 10– Things feel ok.

Goosebumps on your breast rises and falls with every breath. They reflects pale in the morning light. You stare at the exposed tit, trying to remember what to do with it now that it’s out. Around you, the crowd cheers and claps; their eyes making it hard to think. (+3 Lust from Exhibitionism) ( x2 Horny)

Eventually, a modicum of modesty floats to the surface, and you stuff yourself back into your stretched sports bra. The pants are a different story, though. A long rip travels from your thigh to the undercurve of your ass. If a boy looked closely, and the thought of one doing so sends chills down your spine, then he’d be able to see a few inches of exposed skin. It’s nothing that would get you arrested, but it’s also not something that a woman of decency should tolerate.

“Stacy?” you say, turning to your captive.

“Gurgle- gurgle murgle,” she says, her head still facedown in the mud.

You grab her by the hair and lift her head above the mudline. She gasps, sucking in lungfuls of air.

“Are you ready to go to church?” you ask.

“Yes,” Stacy cries.

“Good.” You let go of her hair. Stacy’s head slams back into the mud with a dull splat. “Very good.”

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I’ve got work tomorrow at seven in the morning, so that means we’ll be calling it here. Repression Quest continues Sunday at around six pst. It’s been a pleasure tonight =)

>>29176

Yeah, looks like I did forget. I'll fix that soon. I'm going to be running a bit late tonight; I've got an online exam due in three some odd hours.

Sorry. Life's a piece of shit.

Yo, sorry about the lack of content, but my life has been hectic lately. It's finally slowing down, though. Updates will begin again Monday.

See you then!