/storytiem/ - Onyxdime's Storytiem

You reach down to the remote embedded into the couch close to your side, fiddling with it for a while before managing to get the television to spring to life. You turn to the middle of the shuttle's looping news recording.

“-onight's cover story: is your healthcare supporting human trafficking? A TNN exclusive interview with an anonymous employee at Howis Pharmaceuticals,” the woman at the news desk opens, a dramatic zoom edit cutting to a man's profile in dark silhouette.

“Sometimes, those interns and janitors, you know minimum wage folks? They just disappear sometimes,” the shadowed face spoke with a heavy filter applied, rocking a little before the dimly lit backdrop.

Sophia turns to the television as it immediately grabs her attention. Her expression darkens grimly and she lets out a sigh. As the erratic establishing cuts finish, the news focused its attention back on the anchorwoman, who explains in more detail the rumor around corporate kidnappings and how the informant's identity was being hidden. As the full interview is shown, it's apparent that his testimony is completely anecdotal and filled with uncertainty and second-hand gossip. Because he doesn't make himself known, he can't even prove that he is, in fact, an H-Pharma employee at all.

“Come on, you don't need to go watching this stuff, Alex,” Sophia finally chimes in, clearly made uncomfortable by the wild allegations.

“You know about this, Sophie? This sounds really stupid,” you reply, making your skepticism quite obvious.

Your sister sounds a bit relieved at how unreceptive you are. “Yes, it's just a media spin. Dad says that some of the higher-ups that own a lot of the news stations have been trying to inch their way into his markets, so now they're resorting to personal attacks and downright libel.”

Huh… your father never mentioned anything like that to you. He never discusses anything like corporate competition with you, he just makes sure that you're doing well in your studies and remain fit and healthy. Maybe it's just because you're younger? You look back at Sophia with a cocky teenage smirk. “I'm not going to let some silly news rumors turn me against the family, don't worry Sophie.”

Sophia returns her own smile, a hint of pride glinting in her eyes. “Good. I've been worried you were going to have a nasty rebel streak with how busy Mother and Father have been. They never have time for you between Junior and the company.”

As you switch the television back off, there's a slight lurch as the shuttle switches to VTOL mode for landing approach. A moment later, the intercom buzzes and the pilot's voice follows, “Alright kids, we'll be touching down in about ten minutes. 'Member to fasten your belts.” It sounded more like an obligatory listing for the flight computer rather than an order.

Was there anything else you wanted to bring up with Sophia before the shuttle lands?

A. Ask what she knows about the move and the new manor.

B. Press the subject on why Arcturus never discusses anything serious with you.

C. Bring up the planet and see if she knows anything about it.

D. That's enough chitchat. Just twiddle your thumbs while you anxiously await disembarkation.

Or any other subject that may come to mind.

STATUS

Health: Flawless [100%]

Exhaustion: Fresh [0%]

Mood: Content

Strength: Average

Agility: Average

Intelligence: Average (+ you feel a bit smarter for shaking off some news spin)

Willpower: Average

Inventory

Worn:

Plain Green T-Shirt

Dark Brown Slacks

-White Boxers

-Wallet

–Identification Card

–¤3000

Leather Work Boots

-White Socks

You twist on the couch, turning toward Sophia once you've both grown accustomed to the the way the shuttle tilts from side to side. “So Sophie, how are you holding up with all of this?” you ask, waving your arms around to signify the moving.

Sophia blinks in surprise as you ask, caught off guard by your concern. “I was actually going to ask you how you were doing! I think I can manage. I'm leaving a few friends behind, but we can still talk over the Ansible. I didn't have a boyfriend or any schooling to worry about. How about you? Are you okay?”

“I'm doing okay, no need to worry about it,” you reply, doing your best to provide a reassuring smile. Your sister had a habit of doting over you during times like this. “I'm just hoping me and Danny can line up our schedules to play some games some time.”

Sophia leans in, her arm near to you propping her torso up on the cushion. “Nothing's really bothering you? You can let me know if there's a girl you're worried about leaving behind.”

You smile at your sister's concern, exhaling a light sigh. “No, of course not.”

“Well, I'm sure one of the servants will have a cute daughter. I heard there's a dozen maids tending the place right now.”

You shake an arm at Sophia as she contemplates an imaginary lover for you, groaning in annoyance. “I said don't worry about it! Anyway, what's with this place, anyway? I just keep hearing about it being called a manor or mansion or something.”

Sophia's eyes wander as her mind shifts gears, considering what information you're looking for. “Well, Dad's been working on it ever since Pharma took off. It's not just a mansion, it's a huge complex designed to serve as a great, big headquarters. Our house is sectioned off on the south wing. Your ID card should already be programmed in to the security system already.”

Before you can ask anything else, the intercom buzzes to attention once again. “Alright, we're down.” You hadn't even realized how smooth the landing had been! “On your way out, there's a tray with still-breathers, you kids can grab 'em. Don't wait up for your brother, he's sleeping and needs some special stuff to go outside. The nanny has it covered. Watch your step on the ramp.” Sophia gets up and leads you to the entrance ramp, picking up one of the still-breathers. They were merely a slim tube hooked up to a doughnut-shaped compartment. You recalled something about the air being difficult to breath, but not dangerous.

Roll for Intelligence (25/35 - Minor Failure)

Sophia dons the contraption on top of her shoulders, hooking the tube directly to her nose. You don't bother being observant, your eyes wandering across your sister's prominent chest. Even from behind, off to the side slightly and fully clothed in a modestly buttoned blouse, their alluring curve is hard to take your eyes off of until her voice snaps you back to reality. “Take your time, these can be tricky for the first time,” she tells you before leaving the shuttle. You pickup the equipment, fiddling with it for a while before managing something, but it's far from comfortable as the tubes chafe your nose.

As you step down the ramp, the light flooding your vision, you immediately can tell why your breathing assistance is recommended: the air feels incredibly thick. Not with anything in particular, not even because it's hot, it's just thick. It feels like a chore pulling it into your lungs, but the still-breather responds to assist each breath. You can feel some of its artificial, cool air spilling out of your nose: you definitely don't have it on right.

You look around on the large landing pad built into the building, noticing your sister on the opposite end just before an archway that leads into what looks like a sleek castle built into the mountainside. She's talking with another woman. You spot on your side at another edge of the landing pad a large, open lift that can logically only lead down.

What to do from here?

A. Go join Sophia with the woman. She's probably in charge and will tell you where to settle in at.

B. Brush past the two. You'd rather explore this 'complex' for yourself.

C. That lift is mighty tempting. It's probably for cargo loading.

Extra suggestions or addons are always welcome.

STATUS

Health: Flawless [100%]

Exhaustion: Fresh [7%] (+7% breathing is hard!)

Mood: Sore Nose

Strength: Average

Agility: Average

Intelligence: Average

Willpower: Average

Inventory

Worn:

Plain Green T-Shirt

-Still-Breather

Dark Brown Slacks

-White Boxers

-Wallet

–Identification Card

–¤3000

Leather Work Boots

-White Socks

>>32640

Extra reference picture.

>>32662

Whoops, forgot my pics.

>>32691

Hotwheels ate my picture this time, I swear.

“Sure, that sounds like fun,” you reply, figuring it's a good opportunity to more properly learn about the still-breather and about your personal maid. Pearl leads you back to the main lift and hits the button for the skydeck. It takes you to a similar basic airlock room with its own tray of still-breathers. You pick one up and ask Pearl, “Hey, can you help me with this? I still haven't really gotten the hang of them.”

“Of course. Give me a sec',” Pearl says, taking a moment to don her own.

“How do these still-things work anyway?” you ask to fill the pause as she works on herself.

“Oh, well Octanis has a really high concentration of carbon dioxide. That's why there's so much huge plantlife here. It's not dangerous, but humans run the same kinda risks that, say, mountain climbers do when they step outside. So the still-breather is an economy solution: it catches the excess oxygen you breath out and pumps it back to you. There, all set.”

Once finished, Pearl takes the still-breather from you and steps in close to put it on you, her hands brushing against your face a bit roughly. You do your best to suppress a blush from your unfamiliar proximity to a young woman. The tubes poke into your nostril walls a bit as Pearl adjusts it, but eventually it fits comfortably. You can hardly tell it's there, unlike when you put it in. “Feel good?” she asks and you quickly nod in reply.

The two of you step out onto the deck, roughly a bit smaller than the landing pad you came from and railed with a chest-high glass wall. There are three benches lining the edge spaced apart just about enough to afford some personal privacy between them, all of which are currently vacant. The two of you take the central bench and you get your first proper look at the scenery: green as far as the eye can see. It's so densely wooded that there isn't really anywhere you can make out the forest floor. Sticking out far above most of the canopy are several sparse trees that nearly reach up to your height high half-way up the mountain side. Their sheer size makes judging their proportions rather awkward. “Wow,” you breath out in amazement.

“Yeah, it's pretty great out here. I come up here every so often when I'm feeling a bit of cabin fever. The air's tough, but the sunshine and view are worth it. So, what do you think of your new home?”

“It's… really amazing. I didn't think a place like this was possible,” you answer, eyes scanning the backdrop and drinking in the details.

“It really is something else. At least you get to enjoy this much,” Pearl concludes, her tone drooping to a subtle somberness.

What do you follow up with?

A. Is she implying something bad? It's probably nothing, but something about that tone bugs you.

B. Ask her how she likes living and working here. Maybe there's something exciting to be had?

C. Pry her for any juicy details about the business. There's a slim chance she might have stumbled on some trade secrets.

D. This is the perfect spot for flirting. Wrap and arm around her and play up your 'troubled teenager' appearance.

Or any other suggestions that come to mind.

STATUS

Health: Flawless [100%]

Exhaustion: Decent [12%]

Mood: Content

Strength: Average

Agility: Average

Intelligence: Average

Willpower: Average

Inventory

Worn:

Plain Green T-Shirt

-Still-Breather

Dark Brown Slacks

-White Boxers

-Wallet

–Identification Card

–¤3000

Leather Work Boots

-White Socks

You turn to the maid with a quizzical expression. The way Pearl phrased that sounded ominous; she almost sounds guilty. “Wait, what do you mean, 'enjoy this much?' Is something going on?”

Her face lights up as she realizes her misstep. “Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that. I just, well… you know? I meant like how hard moving can be, right?” Pearl replies with a rushed explanation.

Roll for Willpower(96/50 - Amazing Success)

You furrow your brow and frown at Pearl, turning in your seat to more directly confront her. “You're lying through your teeth. You've been way too friendly even for a new maid. What the hell's going on?” You put as much intimidation in your interrogation as you can, pushing your voice down as far as you dare without cracking it.

“Oh, I really messed up. Why'd you have to be such a sweet guy? Uh…” Pearl looks around nervously, pausing a moment before pushing herself upright and propelling herself toward the exit with one motion, pushing up off the bench back. “I'm sorry, I should go and talk to the boss.”

You're quick on your wits though, and are up a fraction of a second after Pearl is on her escape. “Hold on!” you yelp in command, but she doesn't respond. You've still got time, how do you want to handle the fleeing maid?

A. A quick dash and grab her arm to stop her from getting away. You want answers now.

B. You just need to follow her into the lift. From there, you can go raise hell with her superior.

C. Just leave her be. Feels like enough discipline to the servants for now.

Or any other suggestions that come to mind.

(The fun starts soon, I promise. I wish I could've found a picture with that “oh shit, I fucked up” face I have in my head.)

STATUS

Health: Flawless [100%]

Exhaustion: Decent [12%]

Mood: Content

Strength: Average

Agility: Average

Intelligence: Average

Willpower: Good (+ seeing through a lie has taught you about subterfuge)

Inventory

Worn:

Plain Green T-Shirt

-Still-Breather

Dark Brown Slacks

-White Boxers

-Wallet

–Identification Card

–¤3000

Leather Work Boots

-White Socks

>>32733

A

>>32740

>umm

>>32763

Dammit, I keep focusing on getting this writing out I keep forgetting my pics.

You take in a deep breath to help stabilize your sore throat. “What's… going on? Why am I in here? I don't get it.” You motion around in the cell with your still numb arms. “And what's that even mean, anyway, 'girls or geeks?'”

Ayla crosses her arms. You can hardly make out her expression, but the tone of her voice sounds rather disappointed. “Well, dimwitted and a killjoy, aren't you? They really didn't do all that well of a job with you. Well, I guess you get to be a labrat then. They've been dying to try a few things with you, but I won't let them mess you up too much.” Ayla turns around and walks away. You call out for her to wait, but she either doesn't hear your weak voice or doesn't care for your innumerable questions.

It's not too long, about five minutes, before you regain enough strength to stand up. Your joints still ache and protest to their usage, but you're fairly confident with your legs after pacing to one wall and back. Someone else arrives, a pair of men. One looks like he's dressed in a security uniform while the other is wearing a long, white coat with several pockets. “Hey you! You can walk, right?” the one in the labcoat asks. Without considering the alternative, you simply nod to him. “Good. Go cuff him,” he tells his friend.

As the security officer opens the cell, brandishing a set of thick cylinders attached in parallel, you notice you've been given a small window of opportunity. The researcher-type man has stepped away, none to interested in your imprisonment. You could possibly rush past the guard and run away. You're still naked, however, and doubt you could run for very long. You're not even too sure if you could shove the guard away from your path.

What do you think is the best course of action?

A. It's best to just let them take you. You've been promised relative safety, after all.

B. Fight for your freedom! Run as far as you can, and figure everything out afterward.

C. Tell the men who you are and threaten them with consequences if they don't release you.

D. Actually, nobody seems to care who you are. Talk them out with bribes and a silver tongue instead.

Or any other suggestions that come to mind.

STATUS

Health: Excellent [90%]

Exhaustion: Tired [75%] (drug affect waning)

Mood: Anxious

Strength: Average

Agility: Average

Intelligence: Average

Willpower: Good

Inventory

Null

You offer your arms to the guard as he approaches, figuring it would be best to respect your captors for now. He seems a bit surprised and even a bit reluctant as the cuffs clamp down on your wrists. “Hey, what's going on around here, anyway?” you ask the man, hoping to pry on his guilty expression.

The guard gives you a small pat on the shoulder and replies in a low voice, “You're taking this better than most. Honestly, I have no idea. All I know is that it's experimentation. They pay my family well to keep my mouth shut and do my job. Hope you understand.” You find it a bit hard to sympathize, but understand that there's probably more than money to the equation. With that, the guard gets behind you and probes your back, signaling you to get moving.

As you exit the cell, the laboratory man takes your flank, half a pace ahead of you. “Alright, follow me. Not far to the operating room.” He rubs his palms together, fingers running in and out of interlocking positions. “I can't wait! The team's been dying to see what your body is like.”

The guard gives a small harumph towards the researcher's eagerness. “What?” he asks, stopping the convoy for a moment and turning to the guard behind you. “You don't know? He's the, uh…” He looks back down towards you, contemplating his wording for a brief pause. “…that special case you were told about.”

The guard's eyes light up as his memory is kickstarted. “This little guy? Well…”

“Wait, what am I?” you interject, looking up at the man guiding you. “And what're you going to do to me, anyway?”

The researcher turns around and resumes the walk, you being prompted to follow. “Well, I'm glad you asked! The former, I mean. I'm afraid we're not allowed to tell you anything about you yet. See, we've just finished refining the pollen of a particularly… aggressive plant here on Octanis.”

The man enters a sliding door and you follow into a room with several computers lining one wall. A large chair, something resembling a dentistry chair with all the comfortable amenities stripped, occupies the center. There are obvious cuffs built into the seat for each individual limb, and the bottom half appears adjustable. “Pollen? That sounds weird, why are you testing with that?”

“Hey, I'm the one with three doctorates here. You can keep your smart mouth shut. Hey! You two! Set him up.” A pair of men, also wearing coats, flank you. One of them holds some sort of instrument to the back of your neck, a prick of pain making you jump. He mentions it's a chip that measures your vitals. They take your cuffs off and quickly get you 'sitting' in the chair, the bondage reapplied in short time. All the while, you watch the man you came in with, supposedly the leader, taking out a secure case and opening it up.

Dr. Scientist walks up to you once you're secured, brandishing a menacing looking syringe. The wide barrel is filled with a sickly green-colored liquid densely packed with bright particles. The needle is quite thick, presumably to allow passage of said particulate. He brings the needle close to you, ensuring a good look. “This has been my favorite project. The pollen of a little lovely we like to call the Usurper Flower. It snatches up prey and injects its pollen just like this, actually. Except we've amped the concentration of a lot of the hormones it likes to use.” The man hits a button on the side of your chair, tilting you back to some 15 degree lying position while forcing your legs to spread apart.

After a slight yelp and getting your bearings, you stammer out, “Wh-Why does it do that? It's not going to kill me, is it?” Your limbs shake in the bindings as panic and regret start to sink in. You figure if you were going to die here, you might as well put up a fight.

“Oh, of course not. That would be counter-productive,” the man replies matter-of-factly, easing your concerns slightly. He lowers the needle down, your sight trailing it until the needle point hides down below your groin. A sharp, pinching pain erupts just below your gonads as the needle breaks your flesh, followed by a wave of burning gushing into your pelvis as the plunger sinks its contents into you. You clench up your limbs in response against the bindings, crying out in shock and pain. “You see, a Usurper Flower has its own set of sexes, but unfortunately, the flowering plants tend to grow very far away from the pollen makers. So, they hijack other animals' reproductive systems to use as their own,” Dr. Scientist yammers on as he pushes the plunger down.

It feels like liquid fire spills out into your scrotum as the syringe's contents are sufficiently emptied. All at once, you can feel your fevered orbs and the clump of heat just behind your groin swell. You groan loudly, watching in horror as they grow, thinking they couldn't possibly get any larger with each second. You're oblivious the grinning scientist or his lackeys on the side jotting down notes until the flare of pain simmers down.

cont.

The throbbing, the itching throbbing behind your groin is driving you mad again. On a whim, you spread your legs and reach around behind yourself, poking your pucker with your free index finger. It traces around the rim, the unique sensation playing up your excitement. Your heart races as you consider the experiment, leading to the throbbing getting even more powerful. You finally push in with the finger, wincing as the dry sphincter reluctantly opens. You let out a shocked moan as you realize you just got in, the inner walls warm and sensitive to your touch. You try to push deeper, not quite able to reach that pounding ache begging for stimulation. You wiggle your finger around while you tug on your poor shaft, your frustration and tension mounting higher and higher until your body again explodes with another fake climax. It feels like you should be blowing a fountain of jizz, yet again not a single droplet escapes your flaccid cock. Your legs shake and collapse, making you kneel on the bedside. Your hand falls away from your ass, the entrance winking as it's vacated.

You gasp for air, your face pressed against the soft sheets, as you wonder whether 'they' have a camera or something setup to be watching you. You slide your head across the covers, a balled-up fist smacking the side of the bed. After letting the unsatisfactory afterglow pass, you wonder what you should do now.

A. Just fall asleep. Nothing else really matters.

B. You should probably take a shower. The bathroom is just down the hall.

C. You haven't gotten your own computer setup, but there were a bunch downstairs. Maybe you should research your predicament.

D. Maybe blowing off some energy in the gym might help you calm down.

E. Everything's out to get you, so you've got to get the hell out of here! First step is figuring out how to get past that secured door.

F. It's probably best if you go talk to Sophia about all this and do your best not to let her react to rashly.

Or any other suggestions that come to mind.

STATUS

Health: Excellent [90%]

Exhaustion: Winded [50%] (+10% climax)

Mood: Frustrated, Confused, Blasted Horny!

Strength: Average

Agility: Average

Intelligence: Average

Willpower: Average (distracted by your balls!)

Inventory

Worn:

Plain Green T-Shirt

With a troubled groan you pick yourself up off the bed. You're feeling rather dirty now, especially with how much your body likely sweat during the experiment done on you. You once again gingerly pull on your bottom set of clothes, empty your pockets, and make your way out and across the hall. Nobody's around, likely people are still gathered downstairs. You realize your sister is down there, probably surrounded by servants. You try to push the sickening thought to the side, taking another step and shivering from the smooth flesh grinding against your thigh.

You enter the bathroom and again strip yourself down. Taking off the tight pants feels far more relieving than normal as the orbs fall back into a mild sag. You enter the shower and let the water wash over you. It feels a bit different to what you're used to, but you just chalk it up to the water being different. You rinse your body off and fill your hair with shampoo, standing in the water and considering whether you should try to run away. You're not sure if you could pilot a shuttle though, and you idly wonder if there's any proper settlements on Octanis you could hide in. The cogs in your head turn slowly as you get to lathering your body with soap. Your bare skin prickles with minor sensitivity until you reach your hips. You look down at the heavy testes, wondering how best to handle them. You gently press the bar of soap to one and slide it along. The sensation makes you shudder with some weird combination of discomfort and stimulation. Eventually you get your nethers properly washed without much teasing and you rinse off.

You step out of the shower and dry off, again careful not to overstimulate yourself. You dump your clothes in a basket and wrap a towel around your waist, grateful that it's baggy enough not to reveal the swollen package. Feeling refreshed and still dripping, you leave the bathroom eager to return to privacy. You step into your bedroom and wonder what you should do next.

A. It's starting to get late. Just catch some sleep and figure out what's best to do tomorrow.

B. You need to go get that research done now. This late in the evening, you might be able to afford yourself some privacy.

C. Go probe that metal door and see if there's any possibility for getting out.

D. It's time to talk to Sophia about everything. Keep it all calm and subtle.

STATUS

Health: Excellent [90%]

Exhaustion: Tired [55%] (+5% getting late)

Mood: Clean~, Blasted Horny!

Strength: Average

Agility: Average

Intelligence: Average

Willpower: Average (distracted by your balls!)

Inventory

Worn:

White Towel

A moment of thinking delivers you to the conclusion that you don't really know enough of anything really to handle yourself properly through all of this. Your best bet is occupying one of the computers in the downstairs entertainment room and getting to some research. You're not too sure what time it is, or what sort of clock Ocatanis works on, but since dinner has been done a while now, you're confident that you should be alone. There's a dresser in your room already stocked with clothes, so you pull on a fresh pair of boxers and loose sweatpants. Finally, you slip into a large shirt, grab your wallet, and be on your way.

Your trip to the lift is thankfully lonesome as is your walk through the first floor. The entertainment room is vacant, so you take a seat in a corner computer station, hoping to make yourself small and unnoticeable to any who might wander in. You boot up the computer which asks for identification. As expected, just about everything around here has some level of security. You pull out your ID and feed it into the computer tower for a moment. It accepts and allows you access to the public storage and Ansible.

Roll for Intelligence (40/25 – Success)

You're not too surprised when you find that the public drive hasn't much of anything useful found on it. Research data must be kept on a separate network. Before trying to pry into it, you figure some simple Ansible searches. Your morale starts to drop when the obvious sources contain very sparse knowledge about Octanis II, but scrolling through a few search pages quickly yields a few specialized sites that provide you with solid information.

You confirm what you learned about the atmosphere, that it's abnormally rich in carbon dioxide that supports the rich and varied plant life. Most non-marine fauna are small and have low metabolism to cut back on oxygen consumption. Looking through the databases of exotic flora takes some time, but you finally find what you're looking for: the tentatively coined “Usurper Flower.” The listing was under some Latin gobbledygook making it a bit of a pain to quickly search for.

You open up a video detailing the plant, starting with a man dressed up in nature fatigues. He's standing next to a long table with a long, thick, brightly green vine. It looks unnaturally sinewy for a plant, and is tipped with a nasty-looking bone-colored needle. “This vine here belongs to what most have taken to calling the 'Usurper Flower.' Some scientists don't much like the misleading name though. See, the 'usurper' parts and 'flower' parts are actually very distinctively separate. Unlike most other plants, the Usurper Flowers are sexually dimorphic, and this vine here is the key part of the 'male' system. You see, the plants sexes have become so different, that they have radically different nutritional needs, so they tend to grow in patches miles apart from each other.” The friendly man walks around the table and hefts the dead vine up towards the camera. “To reproduce, they've adopted a system wherein this vine attacks stray animals. It injects them with its pollen and seed as well as a concoction that renders them sexually inactive until they wander near a female. This is where the 'usurper' part comes from, even if the male never blooms any flowers.”

The video cuts to an outdoors scene. It pans to the side slowly, showing the man wearing a familiar nose-plug. “Phew! You smell that? Now this stinker is the female flower.” The camera continues its pan to the right, showing a flower larger than a chair seat with seven overlapping, bright pink petals. The center opens into a sort of tube, dark on the inside. “To attract the 'prey' that the male has injected, the flower here lets out an odorful concoction. Along with a key hormone to unlock the chemical lock the male injects, the pheromones bear a heavy concentration of a chemical extremely similar to testosterone. The wide surface area of the petals lets it secret the mix in mass quantities. Some tagged animals have been recorded to be drawn in from the scent from over three kilometers!” The man takes a few steps away from the flower, the frame scrolling it away. “While unconfirmed by formal study, some believe that the Usurper Flower is responsible for the appearance of so called 'lesser males' in mammalian species: males that have developed strictly feminine characteristics. Just one more mystery that Octanis II holds lying in wait to be discovered. Tune in next week to when we show off the inner anatomy of the Gigatree. It's much more than you might think. Stay curious.”

cont.

A bit of curious cross referencing leads you to similar conclusions. You're about to look to see if there's been any sort of work towards countering the male injection when a woman's voice calls out toward you, “Hey there cutie.” You snap your head upright from the screen and twist in your chair, your heart skipping a beat. It's another maid, this one sporting straight, auburn hair and a beaming smile. She appears impressively endowed, despite the full and frilly maid dress. “I didn't know you were still up. Whatcha doing?” she asks as she starts toward you.

How do you respond?

A. Truthfully. Might as well pass this off as innocent research.

B. Exit your browser hurriedly. The less people that know, the better.

C. Try to pass this off as something else.

Or any other suggestions that come to mind.

STATUS

Health: Excellent [90%]

Exhaustion: Tired [60%] (+5% getting late)

Mood: Nervous, Blasted Horny!

Strength: Average

Agility: Average

Intelligence: Average

Willpower: Average (distracted by your balls!)

Inventory

Worn:

Large, Baggy T-Shirt

Dark-Blue Sweatpants

-Blue Boxers

-Wallet

–Identification Card

–¤3000

(Sorry for the sporadic updates. Holidays are catching up to me faster than I want to deal with it.)

“Oh! Well, uh…” you stammer, glancing back between your screen and the grinning maid. You resist the urge to hide your activity, concluding that it's not immediately obvious how the information on the screen relates to you. “Just looking stuff up about the plants here. Wanted to see if there was anything dangerous I should know about. Lived in the city for so long, I wanted to make sure I was prepared.”

The woman walks up behind you, bending over the back of your chair to take a look at the screen. The dress fabric brushes against you as her eyes scan across some of the written information. “Mhmmhmm?” she hums. “If you were just trying to get off, I can get out of your way,” she teases as she pulls back.

You swing around in your seat toward her, stammering out a hurried denial, “No, wait! It was just, er… one link led to another, you know? Wanted to find some of the scary things, after all.”

The maid giggles, lifting a hand out to comfort you. “I know, I know. I'm just kidding. But you know, there's a lot of things like that on this world.” She pauses, considering for a moment before following with, “We got briefed about a few of those things, actually. You know, just in case.”

“What else is out there?” you asked curiously, eager to take a break from the tiresome research.

The maid tilted her body to the side, regarding you as she considered the question. “Weeell…” she dragged out a syllable as she thought. A suggestive smile stretches across her lips, wider than even her teasing expression. “I've got some files still sitting in my room. I could pull them out and show them to you.” Her hand rests on your shoulder, squeezing it with a seductive firmness. “My name's Suzy. So, what d'you say?”

You blink in surprise, turning your face away to hide the nervous burning on your cheeks. How should you respond?

A. Agree, eager to learn more about what to watch out for.

B. Agree, because you've got another maid coming onto you!

C. Actually, the last one was trouble. Best to get defensive and go back to the comfort of your room.

D. Just brush the offer away and get back to your research.

Or any other suggestions that come to mind.

STATUS

Health: Excellent [90%]

Exhaustion: Tired [65%] (+5% getting late)

Mood: Nervous, Blasted Horny!

Strength: Average

Agility: Average

Intelligence: Average

Willpower: Average (distracted by your balls!)

Inventory

Worn:

Large, Baggy T-Shirt

Dark-Blue Sweatpants

-Blue Boxers

-Wallet

–Identification Card

–¤3000