B-bump

>>36667100
>Wait, we should... masturbate, obviously.

Glad to see this running again.

>>36668496
>>36668502
Well that was uncanny.

>>36668524
Lots of quests running tonight. I didn't see this was up until a few minutes ago.

Well, you're already naked, and already on this tree. May as well start the day right.

'At this point I'm not even going to bother protesting.'
Yeah, I'm sure you'e quite opposed to the idea.
'J-just get this over with!'

Leaving Erenyë to her stammering, you set to the ask at hand.

Pressing your groin against the rough bark, you shift your hips back and forth slowly. Once you get into a rhythm, your thrusts take on a more regular pace. The uneven bumps and knots of the branch slide between your lips pleasingly, each new protrusion sending a shiver up your spine.
As you do what now comes naturally to you, you bring a hand to your chest, palming the modest globes eagerly.
The morning sky is filled with uninhibited moans, your focus split between the hand tugging at your nipple and the branch rubbing between your legs.

Pumping faster and with greater vigor, you can hear Erenyë's moans falling in time with yours. Your headmate is quite the little slut.
Leaning your back against the trunk, you frig the branch with increasing speed. Finally, you squeeze your legs tight as your climax arrives.

You pull yourself off of the branch, descending ungracefully to the forest floor. Well, there are certainly worse ways to start the morning.
Your companion is oddly silent, but you've got to get ready for the day ahead.

>Wait, I should probably put on clothes first.
>I'm hungry, we should eat/drink first. (roll 1d20)

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>36669017
>I'm hungry, we should eat/drink first.

Standing up, you hear a low, ominous growl. Fuck, are there wolves in this forest?
Wait, no, that's just some borborygmus*. Well, you won't get very far on an empty stomach.

You fish your knife out of the underbrush, cleaning it off and heading into the forest.

'And what is your plan, exactly?'
Ah, the knife-ear awakens once more. Guess he enjoyed that?
'Ahem, what exactly is your plan for getting food?'
Well, maybe I'll find something. Not like I'm familiar with the area.

>10/20

As you toss aside twigs and try to keep quiet, you can hear the distinct sound of a river in the distance. The water's moving pretty fast, you reckon it must be a big one. Hey, at the very least it's something to drink.

>(Cont.)

Glad to see it running as well. I've been too busy over the past few days to QM for it

>>36669552
The forest thins to show a rocky riverside, sparse trees twining around larger rocks and thin reeds waving along the shore. The water is flowing fast indeed, splashing against the sand and running rivulets around the rocks jutting out of it.

Approaching the bank, you can make out movement in the water beyond the rapids. Are those - fish! Fuck yes, you can cook one of those up for breakfast! If you can catch it somehow...

>Roll a d20 and explain how you catch the fish.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>36669751
We pretend to be an underwater tree and catch a fish when it gets complacent.

That or we could attempt to spear them with our blade. Maybe build a tiny dam with rocks to herd them up?

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>36669751
Just bite 'em.

>>36669842
Well good luck with that one then.
>>36669831
Looks like I'm writing for this one.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>36669842
Nice plan. Nice roll. Nicely done.
Guess we're going hungry this morning.

>We pretend to be an underwater tree

'Wait, that's your plan?! Pretending to be a tree?'
Alright, alright we'll just stab one then.

You crouch near the shoreline, watching the fish swim past beneath the rippling water. Tracking them is a challenge, but eventually you get a feel for their movements. Raising the knife to your side, you strike!

>13/20

The first shot misses
'Predictably'
and the fish scatter, but you're not losing this meal! You raise the blade again and thrust down quickly. Something connects, and beneath the increasingly foamy waters you see a fish squirming. Picking out the the thing and dropping it onto the rocks, you put an end to its suffering with another strike of your knife.

Well, all that's left now is to prepare the meal! Of course, you could just eat it as is...

>Try and cook the thing (1d20)
>Consume the fish raw.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>36670093
>Try and cook the thing (1d20)
Gotta gut it and all that jazz

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>36670093

>Try and cook the thing

>>36670132
>>36669842
I dearly hope you aren't the same person.

Writing for eating the fish the lame way.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>36670159
mfw I should have used that 19 to prepare sushi

>>36670159
I was gonna say just eat it whole. Get our vore on.

The thought briefly crosses your mind to eat it raw, but even you're not dumb enough for that.
Better to just cook it somehow.

You carry the fish back to your 'camp'. Well, you've seen them make some kind of spit on TV, and you've got wood to spare, maybe a fire of some sort? You scrounge up three branches from the surrounding wood, and stick the two longest into the ground. Once they're secure, you impale the fish on the last stick and prop it up on the two stationary ones. Good, nice and solid. Now, about that fire...

'You've never made a fire, have you?'
Well, you made a couple on accident. Still, what's the worst that could happen?

You gather a lot more twigs, and some dry leaves for good measure. Those things ignite easily enough, right? Taking two thicker twigs, you rub them together against the pile.

>19/20

Despite all logic, the rubbing creates enough friction to generate smoke, and then sparks! The tinder puffs to life, and soon you've got a modest campfire going. You'll definitely have to remember that one for later.

With the fire going, you've soon got a well and thoroughly cooked fish. For someone who spent half their life between the same four walls, you're a surprisingly good survivalist.

'Yes, you're welcome.'
What are you talking about?
'You didn't think the fire was all your idea?'
Alright, sure Eren. Anyways, what are we going to do now?

>What are we going to do now?

>>36670621
Well we still need to get to that mountain right? Let's grab our stuff and make tracks

>>36670714
>>36670621
This

>>36670621
>>36670714
Yep.

Well, we've still got to do that mountain thing. May as well head out now.

You gather up what's left of the fish, storing it in your unneeded poncho. Putting on your shirt, pants and boots, you brush off the bicycle and and start pedaling it summitwards.

---------------------------------

The trip is, for the most part, uneventful. This mountain is just as abandoned as everywhere else you've been, but at least that means no orcs. The road isn't even bumpy enough to help you pass the time. But you pedal on, stopping once to eat your last dildough and some fish.

Erenyë assures you you'll reach the summit by nightfall, and judging by your progress you're inclined to believe him. It's about noon, and you're already halfway up. You can see the whole countryside from here and, despite the lack of cars and swaths of orc-wrought destruction, it's still pretty nice.

A grunt ahead of you causes you to stop. Shit! Orcs? You hope it's not orcs. It sounds like orcs.
The grunt is replaced with a dull padding, and as you dismount your cycle the source comes into view. It's brown fur bristles with each step, large paws padding against the ground accompanied by the clicking of claws. A thick snout sniffs the air around it, and its beady eyes are trained directly at you.
You're standing, unarmed, in front of a brown bear. And it doesn't look friendly.

>Shitshitshitshitshit
>Try and retrieve your knife.
>Abscond
>Write-in

>>36671079
Speak calmly to it and back away slowly.

>>36671079
>Abscond

>>36671304
>>36671218
Oh, right, you should probably roll a d20 or 2.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>36671079
>>36671218

>>36671404
Well shit. Guess this ends here.

Rolled 10, 17 = 27 (2d20)

>>36671359

You know you can't outrun this thing, and you certainly can't fight it. Only one thing to do.

You lower your poster, arms level and back hunched to seem like less of a threat. Moving backwards slowly, you try not to stare directly at it. Apparently that provokes them. Or is that dogs?

"It's alright, I'm n-not going to hurt you." You try to speak slowly and calmly to it, but your fear betrays you. The bear raises its head and roars loudly.
Shit.

>1/20

You try and turn to run, but it's too late for that. The ursine is upon you with a single movement, and as you try to pull away it's clawing into your shirt. Fuck, is this it? Erenyë's shouting and yelling as you land in the dirt, but you're not terribly focused on him at the moment.

Pain shoots up your spine as the bear's claws tear at your back, drawing red lines down your body. A thick arm slams into your head, and you feel sharp teeth around your skull. Red lights flash through your vision, and then everything is black.

>(Cont.)

>>36671818
Fuck, we ghost elf now?

>>36671818
>Offer bear some tree sap.

>>36671818

Your teeth tear into the human's back, pulling out flesh and muscle with each bite. Damn, this thing tastes terrible. At least it stopped squirming. Maybe now it won't try to kill your cubs.

Wait, what?

You are a bear.
Or... wait...
You're Erenyë Omenti. No, shit...

You are Dalita Molné. And you've just eaten yourself. Fuck you hate when that happens.
'So just what is going on here?'
You know as much as I do. I think we're a bear now.
'We're the bear?! How did... what?'
"RUAAWWR"
Shut up, this is your fault.

Well, now what?

>RAAAWR
>Weep at the sad state of our existence.
>We've still got a job to do, don't we?
>Write-in

>>36672030
>We've still got a job to do, don't we?
Let the foraging commence!

Wait, Dalita was all tree-like, tough enough to bring herself to orgasm against a tree, and this bear eats her? Is it some sort of super bear, or are the bears just made of tougher stuff in this weird-ass future?

>>36672030
>Weep at the sad state of our existence

Can we even masturbate with these claws?!

>>36672073
The tree skin was mostly superficial. Treefucking was all her. And nat1s do not exactly help her fortitude.
>>36672185
I don't really want to find out.

>>36672030
>Tell the bear how important our quest is... what was it again? Something about orcs...

>>36672030
>Check to see what set of genitals we possess.
>Does our mate live with us, or did they run off?
>How many cubs did we have, and do they have names?

This is a poor state you've gotten yourself in. Can you even masturbate with these claws? Do bears even masturbate?
'That is, to be honest, the least of our concerns.'

Oh, right! We have to do that thing! The uh... the quest!
"RRUUAAWWR"
No, it's really important! We need to, uh...
"Raaaawr"

Yeah, forage! It's getting cold out and the cubs can't feed themsel-
'No! No, we aren't here to gather berries!'
Right, the orc thing! The Dragon Dildorath!
'Dagor Dagorath. And it's going to be pretty difficult completing the quest at this rate.'

Well, this presents an issue. You remember seeing a town further up the mountain, maybe it has something that can help?

>Head for the town
>Go foraging
>Write-in

>>36672348
>Go foraging in the town

>>36672291
Missed this, sadly.

>What set of genitals we possess
Bear Pussy.
>Does our mate live with us, or did they run off?
We're a proud, independent ursine.
>How many cubs did we have, and do they have names?
Two, and bears don't have names you silly.

>>36672348
>>36672367
This.

The town sounds good! We might find some tasty things in there!

You leave the (your) body behind, along with the bicycle, and trudge up the hillside. Last you recall, the village was nestled in the north face. You didn't see any lights or cars, hopefully it's abandoned.

If it isn't, you don't favor your chances of not getting shot. Even if you're a human
'and an elf'
on the inside, you're still a bear on the outside.

Moving alongside the road, you finally arrive in the outskirts of town. No angry villagers shouting and running like last time, and no trash bins out for your to scrounge like most Mondays. Yep, this one's been abandoned too.


You barge into the nearest building that looks like it may be of interest.
Inside, the room is warm and musty despite the mountain chill. A light flickers on the ceiling, and the entryway is just big enough for a bear to fit through.
As you appraise the living room/dining room, you hear a thump upstairs. Not the thump of something falling, but the thump of a foot on that coffee table every goddamn time you're carrying coffee you swear it moves to spite yo- wait. Right, the noise.

>Go investigate
>Let's see what else this house has to offer.

Let's see what else the house has to offer

>>36672783
>Go investigate, ready our axe.

>>36672783

>Go investigate

>>36672860
>Our axe
Our what now?

>>36672910
We picked it up off that orc we killed, then we picked it up off that tree-girl we killed.

>>36672942
And then we picked it up with our..bear hands??

>>36672942
Son we are a bear we ain't carrying shit.

>>36672783
>"Hey, Eren, when I got eaten just then... did you save me?"

>>36672965
Fucko, bears with axes are the shit.

Well, may as well see what's up. You tromp down the corridor, pawing at the closed door until you manage to push down the handle. Damn these unopposable digits.

Hey, Erenyë...
'Hmm?'
When I got eaten back there... did you, you know, save me?
'Sort of. You experienced firsthand my original transference of consciousness. When I died, I went into you rather than going into the Halls of Mandos, likely because I still had work to do here. When it happened the second time, I dragged you along with me.'
Well... thanks. I'd kiss you right now if you weren't a voice in my head and I weren't a bear.

You manage to thump up the stairs, bending a few steps under your bulk as you clamber to the second floor.
The upstairs is a small affair, an attic really. There's an old couch, some dusty boxes. an uncovered lightbulb to illuminate the room... and a pair of rather terrified humans.

The largest is a woman in her early thirties, backed against the wall and wearing a simple day dress. Hugging her close is a young boy - her son? The two of them are staring at you with unchanging expressions of fear, shaking lightly.
Well, a bear did just break into their house and corner them in the attic.

'Wait, Dalita. I have a solution. You have to trust me though.'

Well, it's either let Erenyë do his thing or kill them, you suppose. Wait what? Damn this bear is homicidal or something.

>Roll a 1d2 and respond to this post.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>36673225
Let's see what his plan is.

>>36673225
>Hey, didn't we go to high school with this chick?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>36673225
>>36673280

>>36673278
>>36673298
>1/2 (Heads)

Writing...

>>36673319
Hahaha, using our head, or giving into the tail? Marvelous!

There's only one thing for it. The bear's all yours, Erenyë.

The world goes black, and you feel numb for an instant. When your sensation returns, you can't move anything. You're still the bear, but you're like a passenger inside of its body!
'Welcome to my world for the past three days.'
Right. You can sympathize with his position a bit more. So what's the plan, eat them or what?

Erenyë doesn't respond. He brings a claw up to your neck, and you feel a brief prick. Wait did heeeeeeeeee................

>(Cont.)

>>36673341
A humorous thought, but no. This is my mediation of a dispute created last week.

>>36673544
Everything's gone black again. It's cold, you can't see, and you can't feel. You feel like you're in space, except instead of floating you're careening violently through some medium. You don't know how you know this, or why it's happening, but it is.

>1/2

Light returns, and with it sensation. Your tumble ended, but not in the violent collision you were expecting. Odd, just what is ha- hey, that's not your arm. It's not a bear claw either.

You fall back with a start, looking at yourself.
Skin! Normal, hairless, non-wooden skin! It feels good to be fleshy and weak again. Wimpier than you remember being, actually. Wait, shit.
A look at the rest of your body confirms your suspicions: you didn't turn back into yourself, you became the little boy! Your limbs are pale and thin, with just a hint of fat along your upper legs and cheeks. You can't see your face, but a quick grope confirms it's circular, with short hair. What cëolor was it? Black? Brown? Fuck that is the least of your worries.

Wait, if you're in the boy's body...

You look up at the woman. She's inspecting herself, looking at her arms and dress. Standing up, the woman looks to you.
"Huntanë! I've got the wrong firya!"

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Your new body falls back on the floor, laughing.
Erenyë's a woman!

"Yeah, laugh it up, I'm a female now. Don't forget though" she smiles "you're a male now, too."

Shit, you are.

>(Cont.)

>>36673544
What the fuck did Eren do that for? We have two kids to feed!

>>36673225
Wait, we only had two options there? Kill or die? Couldn't we have just left the room?

>>36673754
>Throttle Eren for blowing it
>Being a bear was awesome
>We had two kids to feed

I wonder what happens to the souls of the mother and son?

A quick grab confirms it - you've got a dick instead of a vagina. This is not how you expected your week to go.

You stand up, still a little disoriented from the exchange. A boy, a preteen no less...
Turning, you see the bear, sprawled out on the floor with a steady trickle of red pooling around its chest.

"What the hell? What was that about?" You turn to Eren accusatorily. "Why did you kill her?!"

He holds her hands up, stepping away from the bear. "I need to complete this mission. And I would not be able to do so stuck in that form."

"And you had to have her die? Couldn't we just leave her?"

"I told you, we transferred forms after your body died." Lowering her hands, Eren does his best attempt to look remorseful. "It is the only way my consciousness, and yours, could pass out of that form without dying permanently."

You stay silent for a while, not sure if you want to throttle Eren or just leave. Being a bear was pretty nice and all, but to be honest trying to eat every other being you came across may have been cumbersome.

"She had kids, you know! They needed to be fed!"

Erenyë's face shifts from remorseful to solemn. "Fed or not, those animals would not survive the week's end. This is the End of Days, and the apocalypse does not take pity on starving cubs. I am sorry, but the death of those animals is negligible compared to the suffering of thousands that will come if the Silmarils cannot be released."

>Write in your response.

>>36673964
Uh, the bear died because Erenye's teamkilled her. The mother and son are still kicking, presumably. Is Eren going to throw us away eventually, just like she did to the bear?

>>36674016
>>36673964
The son and mother are still around in their respective bodies. And though I won't give away spoilers, unless something really stupid happens no one else needs to die.

>>36673989
>Fuck your 'End of Days' crap, and fuck your low opinions on the world I live in.

>>36674016
Erenyë seems to have actual romantic feelings for us. The bear was just a bear.

>>36674060
That'd be comforting. If the world wasn't ending.

>>36673989
>>36674085
I'll vote for this.

>>36673989
>"Do you have the same opinion on humans? Are they 'negligible' in your quest to do whatever the fuck?"

He kills that bear, then feeds you this existentialist bullshit as though it's supposed to make you feel better?

"Fuck your End of Days crap. Fuck your Dagor Dagorath. Fuck your low opinions of the world I live in. And fuck you."

You give him the best look of contempt that a 12 year old can muster. Erenyë stands silently, a slight quiver to her lip the only response you get.

"Do you have the same opinion on humans? Are they 'negligible in your quest to do whatever the fuck you're doing?"

The elf-turned human finally looks back up at you. "Humanity is not negligible. If I did not care about humans, I would have no reason to come here to aid them."

>Write in a response
>Fuck this, I'm leaving

>>36673989
>You keep talking about how the Earth's been tainted and needs to be cleansed, but y'know what? That's none of your concern. Your people fucked off ten thousand years ago, and you all don't get to complain about what's happened since then.

>>36674317
Wait, when did he say anything about that? This isn't some kind of elven cleansing campaign, this is the literal return of Morgoth Bauglir and the final battle to destroy him.

>>36674333
Oh, sorry.

>>36674296
Honestly I've kinda forgotten what we're doing here.

>>36674296
>Right, you have a magic space castle you could just hole up in with the rest of your kind.
>Sigh
>I'm sorry, you did save those other humans back there by doing that, so you're okay.

>>36674378
End of the world is going to happen, so everything on earth is fucked.
However, if the Silmarils, one of which is beneath this mountain, are released, humanity will be significantly less fucked.
So Erenyë is trying to release the Silmaril and allow humanity to get express tickets to Earth 2.0.

>>36674411
Thanks.

>>36674296
>"Alright, I'll stay with you."
>"But I'm still mad about the bear, don't forget it."

>>36674296
>>36674434
Sure. This.

>>36674434
We didn't even get to have bear sex!

You sigh, He means well, you think to yourself.

"Alright, I'll stay with you."

The elf woman instantly perks up, a smile barely hidden behind his face, but he keeps her composure.

"But I'm still mad about the bear, don't forget it."
Erenyë nods, understandingly. She seems genuinely remorseful about the act, even if only because it made you sad. You sigh again.

"I'm sorry, you did save those humans, er, these humans by doing that. So you're okay."
She nods one last time, standing.
As you both head for the door, a thought comes to mind.

"Hey, Eren, what happened to them anyways? The woman and this kid?"

The elf seems to contemplate it for a moment. "I cannot honestly say, since your extraction was purely through my own efforts. I imagine they're still in here, just sleeping if you will."

It's a good enough explanation for now. But now what?

>Back on the road, we need to make up for lost time!
>Let's see what stuff they've got in... (name a room)
>Write-in

>>36674547
>>Let's see what stuff they've got in... (all the rooms)
Ransack the place.

>>36674547
>Oh yeah, not a bear anymore, and in two bodies!
>Kiss Erenyë

>>36674547

>Let's see what stuff they've got in...the kitchen, bathrooms, and closets.

>>36674547
>I wonder what it's like to have sex as a guy?

>>36674547
>>36674569
>>36674567
Also this.

>>36674578
>>36674567
Alright, fine. This first
>>36674569
>>36674564
And then some friendly ransacking.

>>36674592
Whoa, whoa, whoa, sex already?

>>36674614
Hmm, I'll put it to a vote then.
Sex, or just a kiss?

>>36674634
We can have a treesome later on, a kiss is fine for now.

>>36674634
I vote for copulation. No time like the present.
>>36674651
>treesome
Heh.

>>36674634
Fucking!

>>36674690
>>36674679
>>36674668
2|1, then.

>>36674634
>>36674668
Changing to sex now, but treeway later? Or now, even...

>>36674634
Motherfucker, I just realized that this is incestual.
>FULL SPEED AHEAD

At least things are slowly normalizing. You've finally got a body to yourself, and it's 100% human! You're happy enough that you could kiss someone!
And before you realize what you're doing, you are. Standing on your tiptoes, you plant a kiss right on Erenyë's lips. It's a good thing the woman was pretty short.
Eren finally breaks the kiss, holding you by the shoulders.

"Dalita, I... I didn't know you had felt about me like this. I though, after all that, you must hate me."

You smile softly, looking as reassuring as your new face can manage. "You saved my life, twice! Of course I like you, knife-ear!"

"L-like me? Or-"

Erenyë's question is interrupted as you draw her back into a kiss, arms locked around her back and lips locked with hers. Her eyes are wide at first, but she accepts the gesture willingly. With the contact, you feel an odd surge spreading down your torso, into your groin. Your shorts begin to tent as blood rushes away from your brain. Is this male arousal? Must be, this is what it's like in your old lascivious chinese cartoons.

With a bit of reluctance, you pull away. The woman stammers "I-i'm glad you feel like this about me, because I feel like that about you and wel-" Once again you interrupt her with a finger to her lips.

"I think that's enough talking, hm?" Putting on your most seductive face, the message soon becomes clear to Eren.
"O-Oh!" She looks surprised, but then nods. The former elf picks you up, carrying you as though your body were ten years younger and heading downstairs. Not knowing where the bedroom is, she settles for the couch, placing you at the end and sitting down next to you.

>(Cont/)

>>36674951

Quickly doing away with your shorts, you let your new manhood free. It stands at attention several inches from your groin, pointed at Eren as though it were seeking its first target. Fuck, this is going to take some getting used to.

The elf for her part fumbles with the dress, finally getting it over her head and onto the floor. Despite her unsureness, the beauty of Erenyë's new body still makes for quite a display. Her waist is thin, framed by palmable breasts and wide, motherly hips,
Shit, she used to be this kid's mother. Not that you're about to stop on that regard.

You lean in for another kiss, young hands running along her sides as she slowly grows used to the experience. As your dick pokes against her stomach, you realize you're far from experienced yourself when it comes to the male side of things. Still, how hard can penetration be?

You relinquish command of her mouth, laying little kisses down her neck and across her chest. A hand rubs the back of your head, evidently coaxing you onwards. You oblige happily, laying a kiss on each nipple before latching your lips onto one. As you flick and suck on the nub with unpracticed motions, you begin to rub your new penis along Erenyë's inner thighs. She gives a cute moan of enjoyment, and it's all the encouragement you need to continue.

Pressing your tip to her entrance, you give a shiver at the sudden new sensation. Entering, it's like nothing you've ever felt. Sure, you'd used your fingers on yourself once and again, and taken plenty inside in the mean time, but it's nothing like experiencing it from the other side. Judging by the rapturous expression on Eren's face, she's feeling the same way.

>(Cont.)

>>36675211
>Shit, she used to be this kid's mother. Not that you're about to stop on that regard.
Hm, should we pull out, or come inside?

>>36675334
World's ending, fill 'er up.

>>36675211
As each inch passes through her, you start to shake your hips almost involuntarily, mouth never parted from her chest. Erenyë responds in kind, bucking into you to try and pull you in as far as possible. Hilted inside of your companion, you pull out slowly, trying to make the feeling last. Eventually, however, instinct starts to take over and you thrust back into her inviting depths.

You rut inside of her with increasing abandon, reveling in the unknown pleasure of the act. Eren's moans increase in pitch, reminiscent of your times masturbating with her. The thought adds to your heightening climax, and your movements grow uncoordinated and forceful. Eren takes it like a pro, hips falling to meet each thrust into her.

>>36675370

You feel your peak washing over you, gripping her hips and pushing yourself as far as you can go. With a loud cry, finish inside of her, pumping her full of your seed. She cries out in turn, head tilted back as she rides out her own climax

As you come down from your orgasm, pulling out from within Erenyë, you fall back onto the end of the sofa. She lays down beside you and before you can ask her if it was usually like that as a man she's fast asleep.
With a yawn, you realize you're pretty drowsy as well.

Ah, you can clean out the place when you wake up. After all, the apocalypse can afford to let you sleep one night.

And with that, I'm off to be as well. If this place is still kicking around, I'll be available to QM at 10am EST tomorrow.

>>36675510
That was pretty fucking hot.

Thanks for running.

>>36675510
Hmmm, I wonder if Dalita truly likes Eren in that way? Maybe it was just to sate her thirst. We'll see what it was eventually.

That was marvelous, Mausoleus.

I still have no clue about what's actually going on in this quest

All I know is that we've fucked a bunch of stuff and people, some dead people too, and that it switches perspective to different characters that seem to be in completely different universes.

>>36675970
Something about apocalypses. Maybe it's like Shin Megami Tensei, only with more fucking.

>>36675970
Yeah. I'm not sure either. It's fun though. And there's good, weird smut.

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>>36675970
FUCK A KCUF

>>36675970
Which bit of this quest? You've got:
- Rasina Modi applying for Archon and being asked to spy for demons. Takes place before all the other events iirc
- Slab resurrecting and the fallout that caused
- Punch defeating Slab and his entourage, all of them ascending to angelhood
- Yumi as she struggles with being a cyborg, attempting to cleanse south america of demons but taking too much damage, needing repairs and the events that followed
- Fel defending her village from a rogue demon army, rediscovering her long dead now-demonic mother, her brother being killed and possessed and the ensuing events wherein Fel and Darla get transported to a pocket dimension before defeating Bigg's demon possessors
- Lisa and Jonny after their father abandoned them whilst trying to flee from demons

And then there's Dalita and Eren's quest to save the world

>>36675970
Dalita's story is probably the most removed, but then it takes place on another continent and all. The rest are all directly connected to the 'conventional' apocalypse and the demons that have risen after Slab turned the east coast into a wasteland.

>>36675510
>I'll be available to QM at 10am EST tomorrow.
Is that around now or 24 hours from now?

>>36679610
That would have been 2 hours ago, whoops. I'll start it up when I get back to my house, unless anyone else would like to do so in the mean time?

Bump

>>36682002
Impeccable timing, I've just gotten back.
I'm not sure if people want to continue Dalita's quest or do something else for the time being, though.

>>36682013
I say continue.

>>36682013
Continue it

>>36682097
>>36682055
Aight then.

It feels nice being alone in your own head for once. Well, alone in someone else's head. What?

Your eyes flicker open, morning lit filtering into the living room from the window. Erenyë is nestled against you, head on your shoulder and arm draped over your chest. This woman is pretty cute when she's asleep. May as well let her dream a little longer.

Wiggling your way out from under her caress, you stretch and yawn. Your stomach growls, and you look around the room. There's the corridor you came in, and a kitchen to the left.

>Wake Erenyë (Why would you do this you jerk)
>Go look for something to eat
>Time to start packing for the road ahead
>Write-in

>>36682452
>Go look for something to eat

>>36682452
>Go look for something to eat

We can pack everything up when he erenye starts waking up

You can always pack up later, but you're starving! You don't know when the last time this body ate was, but it can't have been recently. Pulling up your shorts and shaking off the last of your drowsiness, you make your way to the adjacent kitchen.

You firstly notice that someone left the water running in the sink, which you quickly remedy. Looking around, the small counter is clear except for a roll of paper towels and a bread box. Opening each cabinet, you find silverware, plates, cups, canned goods, baking ingredients, breakfast cereal, and a few protein bars. There is a small fridge beside the dishwasher, housing a freezer with an ice tray and three TV dinners. The fridge proper has a packet of uncooked bacon, some apples, some deli meats and cheeses, milk, and some beverages.

What would you like to eat/make for Erenyë?

>>36682744
>Make a decent breakfast for the both of us.

>>36682802
W-well yes, but what?

>>36682744
>What would you like to eat
It's just like making food in real life, I have no clue what to do

Might as well cook up the stuff that will quickly go bad, maybe make some sandwiches or something. I'm awful at cooking

>>36682744
Some pancakes, bacon, and dildoughs.

You figure it'd be a shame for this food to go to waste, may as well cook what you can. Getting out some milk, sugar, flour, eggs and bacon, you turn on the stove and set the oven to 365 degrees.

As the oven heats up, you grease a pan and place the bacon in. While it sizzles on a lower heat, you stir together the other ingredients to make some pancakes, saving the sugar and milk to be added later separately. You pour the mixture into to bowls, adding milk to one and sugar to the other. The bowl with the sugary mixture you add more butter to, stirring until it's mostly solid and arranging it on a baking tray into phallic shapes.

The oven dings, and you insert the raw dildoughs into its steamy warm insides. As they cook briefly, you finish the bacon and pour the milky mixture into a second pan, watching it solidify and cook into a circular shape.

The pancakes are barely browned when you remove the dildoughs, wanting to keep them still partially raw as you have always done with them. Even though you didn't have any pumpernickle, this sweeter variant of the pastry should still fill you up nicely.

You plop the now finished pancakes onto a plate, inhaling their wonderful smell as you look around for some syrup. A brief inspection reveals that there is none. Damn, would that you were still a tree.

Nothing for it, you suppose, you'll have to eat them dry.

>(Cont.)

>>36683080
As you finish wrapping the bacon in a paper towel to siphon out the excess grease, you hear murmuring in the living room. Seems your maternal friend has finally awoken, roused perhaps by the scent of your breakfast.

Erenyë shuffles into the kitchen, rubbing her eye and yawning. She's still completely naked, but you're not about to complain.
"Ermm... what's that smell?"

"Bacon, and pancakes." You wash your hands off in the sink. "You hungry?"

"Bacon? Is that the bread circles there?"

Lord above this woman has never heard of bacon. And apparently pancakes, for that matter.

"You've never had bacon?! Well shit, we'll have to fix that! Take a seat!"

Erenyë sits, and you prepare her a plate with some bacon strips and a pancake, pouring a glass of milk from the fridge.
Making a similar plate for yourself, you sit next to her, waiting for the elf to try it first...

>Roll a d20 and respond to this post.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>36683250
>Move over to her lap and feed it to her.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>36683250

>>36683455
Seconding

>>36683599
That'll do it.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>36683250
BACON PANCAKES, MAKIN' BACON PANCAKES

Erenyë seems unsure, looking at the plate tentatively. Well, if she's ever going to taste bacon you'll just have to do things yourself.

You shuffle out of your chair, holding her shoulders and, with a soft 'hup', pull yourself onto her lap. Despite her mild confusion, she doesn't make any move to stop you. Picking up the piece of bacon, you tear a bit off and hold it up to her mouth. With a bit of coaxing from you, she finally eats the offered meat.

>19/20

The elf's eyes light up immediately when she tastes the bacon. Chewing and swallowing with gusto, she picks up the next two pieces and fills her mouth with your meat, an expression of delight on her face.

When she swallows the next pieces, a hum of enjoyment escaping her mouth, Erenyë looks down at you.
"These pancakes are fantastic! I've never had anything like them!"

"No dear, that's bacon." You point to the flapjacks. "THESE are pancakes. I'm glad you like it, though."
Erenyë simply nods and returns to her bacon. You manage to take a few of your own before she makes off with the lot of it. It's good, yeah, probably the best you've made, but this girl is acting like you've been cooking with aphrodisiacs!

When the last of the bacon is finished, and Erenyë has washed down her overconsumption with some milk, you eat your own pancakes. Eugh, dry. Still tasty, but...dry.

>(Cont.)

>>36683651
Take some bacon and put it in a panca- wait, shit, we already cooked the bacon.

>>36684007
Doesn't anyone else put jam on their pancakes?

>>36684007

Finally finished with your breakfast, you pack the rest of the pancakes away. You may have to make some more bacon later, Erenyë really loves it. And it's not like there's time for it to go to her thighs.

You don't really bother cleaning up, no sense in the matter. It was enough of a task getting you to clean BEFORE the world was ending.

Erenyë's gone elsewhere, probably to get dressed and shower. Hmm... a quick sniff confirms that you smell rather ripe yourself.

>Go shower
>Who needs hygiene? Get packing
>Write-in

>>36684035
>Putting jam on pancakes
Is this a thing people do? Is it common among masochists?

>>36684150
Only when I'm out of syrup. It's still pretty good though.

>Shower with Erenyë.

>>36684150
>Shower with Erenye

Jam's pretty good on pancakes, not as good as syrup though.

Well you'll be a lot more productive if you don't smell like semen and grease, you think to yourself.
Tossing aside your shirt and shorts, you look around the house for a shower.

Ah, the bathroom, that'll do it. You grab a towel from the conveniently located linen closet and open the door.
Erenyë squeals as you enter, trying to simultaneously cover her new body and steady herself on the shower rail. You permit yourself an eager smile. There are certainly worse things to find in the bathroom.

Pulling aside the translucent shower door, you step carefully into the tub with her.

"W-what are you doing? I'm showering!"

"And so am I. Won't it be a lot quicker and efficient if we shower together?"

"I... I suppose so." Eren turns back towards the showerhead, scrubbing her arms with a loofa. Her rear is pressed against you in the tight shower, and you quickly feel a now-familiar sensation of arousal stirring within you.

>Get dirty while getting clean?

>>36684457
>Of course

>>36684457
>Yes

You've got an erect penis, hot surroundings, and a beautiful woman standing wet and naked right in front of you. Like hell you're passing up a golden opportunity!

"Here," you pick up the other loofa, getting it nice and foamy "let me help with that." Rubbing the loofa along her mid-back, you see Erenyë quiver at the initial contact. "Ah! um, thanks..."

You smile lewdly, your free hand squeezing her modest rear. "No problem." The loofa runs slow, languid circles across her shoulders and back, and her own hands soon drop the soap. "I think you've cleaned there well enough..."

'Oh, of course." Your hand ventures down her cheek, rubbing the inside of her thighs and teasing her lower lips. "I'll make sure to clean you everywhere."
The woman's voice catches in her throat, body tensing at the sudden contact. "Y-you don't need to clean there!"

"Ah, I understand, you don't want me cleaning the outside and leaving you so dirty inside!" You discard your own loofa, both hands now moved to rest on her hips. Pressing your erection against her tantalizing rear, you consider your options.

>Buttstuff
>Normal stuff

>>36685018
>Both stuff

>>36685018
>Normal stuff

>>36685154
>>36685190
Hmm. I'll flip a coin: Heads (1), normal sex
Tails (2), we grow a second dick and go crazy Just kidding it's just buttstuff after normalstuff.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>36685235
And yet no dice. Odd.

>>36685256
>Finally finish typing comment so it's under 2000 words
>Accidentally reload page.

Alright, wonderful. I'll have it updated shortly.

>>36686030
Yeah. And with any luck she'll return the favor.

>>36686202
Hahaha, yes. But I don't wanna swamp Mausoleus with buttstuff right now.

"Th-that's not what I meant!" Erenyë protests, but you find her ass is rubbing across your groin with obvious interest. Smiling, you lean in closer and whisper "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're cleaned thoroughly."

You pull her hips back, causing her to grab the platform for support and wiggle her hips as she adjusts. In this position, you have an enticing view of her round ass and perfect pussy. Rubbing your tip against her lower lips, you begin to slowly insert yourself within her. Even though you swear you were straight just a couple days ago, you're sliding into a woman's pussy and enjoying it. Well, you think as your hands roam her backside, if you're a boy it's still straight, right?

As the last few inches find purchase in her warm passage, your hand brushes over Erenyë's rear entrance. Hmm... well, you DID say you'd clean all of her. You continue thrusting inside of her, more gently than last night's rutting, and swirl a finger around her pucker. The woman whimpers a bit, but more in anticipation and confusion than disapproval.

You take advantage of the slippery soap and water, testing her hole with a few exploratory prods. It enters with stunning ease, but past the first inch it grows tight. Just another challenge for you to overcome! Your other hand grips her side, keeping your balance as you slow down inside her pussy.

After a bit more prodding and testing, you start to make progress down her tunnel. Eren squirms, but a soft moan passes through her clenched lips, assuring you that she's enjoying this just as much, if not more, than you are.

>Cont.

>>36686030
>>36686360
Hooray!

>>36686360
Your knuckle eventually hits her backside, the rest of your finger unseen inside her. That should be as deep as you're getting. With a triumphant grin, you start to ease it back out, taking your time to make sure it's nothing but pleasurable for Erenyë.

As your finger starts to slowly piston inside of the woman's rear, you turn your efforts back to the usual affair. Erenyë's walls are tight around your length as you resume your thrusts, clenching each time your finger reenters her. The sensation is something you'd never thought you would experience, almost overwhelming to your young body.

Finally beginning to accommodate your anal attentions, Eren starts to bump her hips, timing her thrusts against yours to eke as much pleasure out of each motion as possible. With a cry of unbridled lust, she climaxes around you. Her rear clenches your finger tight, and her back arches in the throes of her orgasm.

You aren't far behind, and as you remove your finger from her thoroughly worked ass you feel a now-familiar sensation in your groin. Giving a final thrust deep inside of her, you fill Erenyë with your release, a deep moan echoing through the shower.

After a few glorious seconds coming down from your respective climaxes, you pull out of your companion-turned-lover. The shower feels cool on your skin, quickly washing away the remnants of your lovemaking.

You exit the shower, toweling yourself dry. With a last smile and wink at the recuperating elf, you leave the bathroom. You quickly find a nice polo and some shorts and socks to wear for the trip, putting them on.

>Alright, time to get packing.
>Write-in

>>36686629
>Alright, time to get packing.

>>36686629
Aw. We shoulda cuddled with her in the warm water.
>Alright, time to get packing

>>36686629
>Contemplate dildough while Eren's getting ready.

Well, time to get going, or at least get ready to get going.

You head back into the kitchen, getting a bag and storing away the remaining pancakes and the sweet dildoughs. That settled, you do a brief look-around of the house. There's a garage with some tools, the bedroom and bathroom, that living room you came in, and a linen closet. You could go upstairs, but there's not much of interest there unless you want a bearskin rug.
>Check the living room
>Check the bedroom
>Get some clothes from the linen closet
>Check out the garage
>Write-in

>>36687018
>Garage

>>36687018

>Check the bedroom
>Get some clothes from the linen closet
>Check out the garage

>>36687018
>Garage
>Linen closet
Tools are always good to have, as well as some spare clothing

Clothes are probably a good thing to have. It should only be a day-long trip, but a coat or something might be nice to have.

Inside the linen closet there are: 2 plaid scarves, a thick raincoat, a child-sized raincoat, a woolen vest, some ski gloves, and a ski cap.
May as well take the lot, you think as you slip into the raincoat.

Hmm, now that you're suited up, you may need some tools. Especially considering you aren't going back down the mountain to get that knife.


The garage light flickers on to illuminate a 2012 Dacia Sandero. Not that you can drive it out of here... can you? Putting the thought away for now, you investigate the tool shed.

>Take the hammer (optional: take the nails)
>Take the hand-augur
>Take the screwdriver
>Take the wrench
>Take the Bungee cords
>We don't really need any of this...

>>36687199
>Take it all anyway

>>36687199
>Take everything
They all have their uses to us, some more than others. Better to have them and not need them

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>>36687199
>Take the wrench and hammer, make flail.
>We don't really need the rest.

>>36687321
Fuck, I meant wrench and bungee cord. Goddamnit, brain!

>>36687321
>Make a flail out of wrench and a hammer
Please explain.
>>36687317
>>36687272
Looks like we're taking the lot.

>>36687344
>>36687339
We fix one end of the bungee cord to the end of the wrench that has a hole, and voila, something dangerous to us as well as the enemy.

>>36687344
Also we might as well grab a knife or something from the house, seeing as we lost ours. Unless we happen to already have another bladed item.

>>36687344
>Looks like we're taking the lot.
I don't think that's very wise. It's gong to weigh our 12-year-old body down a lot.

You take the lot, placing each item into the bag with care not to damage your dildoughs. You briefly consider making a flail with one of the bungee cords, but realize you have no idea how to wield a flail and would probably do the most harm to yourself. Exiting the garage, you can hear Erenyë exiting the shower. Looks like you should be about ready to leave, then.

>Time to hit the road!
>Check another room
>Wait, before we go... (Write-in)

>>36687469
There's two of us, and assuming they're all hand tools, they aren't very heavy in the first place.

>>36687479
>Wait, before we go, dildough

>>36687479

>Time to hit the road!

>>36687479
>>36687459
And hit the road

You've done enough here, you suppose. Time to head out if you want to make it to the summit by nightfall!

Erenyë walks into view, clad in a simple white vest and tight black pants. Her fashion sense is atrocious, but it's hardly the time to bother with such things. She leans down, giving you a quick peck on the cheek and looking ponderously at the bag.

"Just some stuff we might need," you show her the tools you've collected. "I packed some food as well."
"Excellent. What did you bring to defend us?"

Oh, right. You dash into the kitchen, locating the knife drawer and taking out a good sized blade, probably one for cutting meat. Which is good, since that's what you'll be needing it for. As you return to the hallway, Erenyë is pointing a pistol at your face!

"Woah, what the fuck?"
The elf looks confused. "I don't know what it is either, I found it in this woman's room, by her bed." She points the end towards herself, inspecting the barrel.

You quickly realize that this could end very poorly, and take the gun from her. You fumble with it and remove the clip, noting with a sigh that it's empty. Still, an empty pistol isn't much use. You head with Eren back into the bedroom, fishing a small pack of ammunition from the side table. Once your new shooter is nice and loaded, you make sure the safety is on and put it in your pocket.

"Here," you hand Erenyë the knife. "you actually know how to use this, and well too. I'll keep this gun with me."
She nods and, with everything settled, you head out.

The midmorning sky is hazy with fog, eerily quiet. From your vantage point on the house's patio, you see a countryside spattered with trees, scarred by corruption, and bereft of humans. Erenyë walks out behind you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders in an embrace. It's an odd new world you're living in, and a brief one, but it's still got its nice points.

>>36687888
And that'll be it for me tonight. It was fun running for you all, and even though it doesn't seem like a lot's happened (which, to be honest, it hasn't), we've reached the final stretch of the story.

I can continue tomorrow, but I'd really prefer if another QM took over with another story.

>>36688103
Thanks for running. It's a shame we're near the end but it's been fun.

>>36688160
There is always more to see within the world. A story only ends if you allow it to.

I'm up for QMing. Gotta walk dogs first.

CHAR SELECT:
>Yumi
>Usagi
>Sanzaru
>MYSTERY BOX takes place during Punch's

>>36690069
>Yumi and Usagi, since they're travelling together.

>>36690069
>MYSTERY BOX!

>>36690069
Fuck, I want to continue the two Yumi's story... but that Mystery Box. It's calling to me. And it's not a prequel like the two other dissociated stories... ah hell
>MYSTERY BOX

>>36690069
>Mystery box
It's so tempting

>>36690069
This is why you don't give /tg/ a mysterious box and expect them NOT to open it! It's a veritable Pandora syndrome in here!

>>36690069

>Yumi
>Usagi

More butt stuff!

>>36690069
>>36690384
And I may as well prove my own point by voting for the only logical confusion
>MYSTERY BOX

>>36690220
>>36690280
>>36690305
>>36690496
Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho! Writing.

>>36690069
Anyone bored enough to give me a brief overview of Punch's stoyline?

>>36690992
>Be kind of immortal loli soldier that fought in nam
>fucking demons in yo neighborhood
>grab your gear and go fight em
>end up fighting the big 5
>beat them all up with the help of one of the former big 5 and JESUS' BLESSING
>purify them
>make a heavenly gang of 6 buddies: the Heavenly Sex. I mean Six, heavenly six

>>36691218
Cool. Thanks for that.

>>36690992
And after >>36691218, some Austrian beefcake barges in, followed by another barging-in by some robot with a great ass. The Austrian beats the robot, Punch has him purify her, and as compensation the guy goes down on her and becomes a shota god.

>>36691270
>shota assgardian god*
And thus he went to be with his nordic buddies

>>36691318
He resides now in the heavens, along with the QM apparently.

>>36691374
I doubt Mau went to Assgard. He's probably just taking a break.

If he doesn't come back I might qm tho.

>>36691527
Nah, not Mausoleus. I'm right here. I'm referring to QuestKiller, who has yet to let us know WHAT'S IN THE BOX?!

>>36691553
Wait, ooh right. He said he was gonna walk his dogs though, that means he'll be back in a week or two.

>NEW HELL, 1 Week after the destruction/corruption of the East Coast

It is an unpleasantly warm and humid day in the Devil Lord's kingdom, just like the rest. Even so...

"Bun!"
A ginormous piece of rounded bread is laid down on the ground by a group of Hamburgs.

"Sauce!"
A red, juicy paste is poured on to the bread in buckets.

"Patty!"
A humongous piece of fried ground beef is hefted over onto the bun, the hot grease falling onto some slaves and burning them horribly.

"Cheese!"
A great blanket of orange-yellow is dropped onto the patty, some of it melting off onto an unfortunate slave's head, gluing him to the ground.

"Faster!"
The slaves scurry to get the second layer ready.

"Bun! Aaaaaaand lift!
"Sauce! Aaaaaaand pour!
"Patty! Aaaaaaand raise up!
"Cheese!"

A slave trips while carrying a ketchup bucket, and a kindly Hamburg helps him back to his feet. A demon overseer comes over and roughly pushes them both back over to the construction area.

"Faster!"
The final bun is finally lowered onto the colossal bust of Queen Hamburgia, casting a shadow over the slaves both literally and figuratively.

It is an unpleasantly warm and humid day in the Devil Lord's kingdom, just like the rest. Even so...

"Feel the sting of the grill on my meat," a slave drones out as construction begins on a new statue.

"With the salt of my grease on my brow," the one next to him groans.

"Hamburgia, Queen on high, can you hear your people cry?" a slave cries to the heavens, getting stomped by an overseer almost immediately. Even still, he cries out,
"Help us now!
Listen now, and..." the slave quiets after being grinded into the ground some more, but his plead is taken up by the rest of the Hamburgs.

"Deliver us!
Hear our call, deliver us!
Oh, server, remember us in this burning land!
Deliver us! There's a hand you promised us!
Deliver us to the customer's hand..."

>Cont.

>>36691821
I love a good musical about sex, fast food and inhumane working conditions.

>>36691821
Top kek

>>36691821
A cloaked figure runs past the construction area, carrying a small bundle as well as a small coffin. The cloaked figure keeps out of sight, ducking into shadows and avoiding the city guards. The infant she's holding won't stop wailing, however.

Drawing the hood off of her head, Imoutohime places a fingertip on the baby's nose, and sings,
"マイ良いと入札子、
恐れることはありません。
My child, I have nothing I can give, but this chance that you may live. I pray we'll meet again if He will deliver us!"

The princess takes off down the alleys with even greater speed, the infant having quieted some. The slave's singing helps to mask its crying.

"Deliver us!
Take the order, deliver us!
From these fattening days as slaves, we've grown too stale to stand
Deliver us! There's a land you prepared for us!
Deliver us to the buyer's hand!"

Imoutohime finally stops running, and eyes the river warily. Her baby's still making little whimpers and yawns. She kisses it on it's red pate, and drops the coffin down into the water.
"Hush now, my baby, be still now, don't cry. Sleep as you're rocked by the stream. Sleep and remember my last lullaby. Someday we'll meet when you dream..."

She sets the baby down in the coffin, and, knowing that this could be the last time she ever set her eyes on the babe, presses the lid shut. She gently pushes the coffin out into the river.

"River, oh river, flow gently for me!
Such precious cargo you bear!
Do you know somewhere we can be free?
River, deliver him there..."

The Devil Lord's younger sister wades back onto dry land, her brother's kingdom and all its atrocities in view. It only made her resolve grow, and confirmed for her that this was the correct decision to make. Her life would not be that baby's.

>Roll 1d20, Best of Three

>>36692119
>River, deliver him there..."
FUCK, I missed a lyric! Yeah, yeah, you can decide your gender. You're not automatically a boy. But first, roll.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>36692119
Kay

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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>36692119
>Imouto had a child
WAIT WHAT

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>36692143

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>36692171
Still in shock but Imma keep rolling.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>36692203
I guess if we're deciding gender...
Dalita, Fel, Punch, Yumi and Lisa were girls
Krag, Rasina, Slab, and Johnny were boys.

Male it is.

>>36692143
That was a nice little song.

Voting for male.

>>36692143
Male.

The baby's coffin floats down the river, think it may even be the Mississippi, and it's a peaceful voyage, that is until....

>>36692193
Scylla, the legendary sea monster, snaps its heads out of the water, and lunges down at the coffin. One head grips the coffin with its teeth and rears back, but before it can break through, another head whips in to steal its prize. The heads keep fighting over the coffin, some hissing, others barking, and eventually it's one big tug-of-war. That baby sure is lucky that Imoutohime bought a good coffin at the coffin store.

One head finally coils her neck around the others, and since the others are too busy breathing for air, she pulls away triumphantly, the box in between her fangs. However, one of the wolf heads chomps down on her neck, causing her to let out a yelp of pain, freeing the box from her maw. The box goes flying, and lands with a SPLASH in the river. Well, nothing as bad as that could possibly happen now, could it?

>>36692171
It could. Charybdis, the other legendary sea monster, reveals itself by opening its big-ass mouth, causing a whirlpool almost instantly. The coffin gets caught in the swirl, going down, and down, and down, round and round it goes, occasionally bumping into pieces of driftwood and garbage caught in the swirl.

The coffin gets closer, and closer to the gaping maw of teeth and tongues, oh, just what is going to happen to this baby? He'll probably be digested for a thousand years, no doubt. But don't worry, that baby'll probably make it out of thi- CHOMP.

Oh shit, the coffin just got eaten! It was swallowed whole by the sea serpent. Well, better get back to writing my weird-ass cyborg story

>>36692166
"HRRK... EHHHHH, PTOOIE!" the sea monster belches out as it spits out the coffin into the air at a rapid speed of 4769 kmph. The coffin careens through the air, and hits the water with a great big SPALAAASSHHH! That baby sure is lucky lucky good coffins don't taste very good.

"Oh my!"

>Cont.

>>36692602
>weird-ass cyborg story
*weird ass-cyborg story
Fixed that for you.

>>36692602
"Ooohhh, now all the fish are scared off!" the fisherwoman laments. "Oh well, wonder what that thing was?"
The fisherwoman sets down her pole, removes her plaid button-up and cut-off short-shorts to reveal a bikini covering her well-tanned body. Putting her clothes together in a pile where the damn local kids can't get to it and leave her walking around naked again, the lady dives into the river.

Once the coffin is brought back to the shore, the lady opens it up. "Ooh, maybe there's drug money inside? I could buy a boat!"

The lady opens the mystery box up to reveal not enough money to buy herself a boat, but a red baby instead.

"Oh well. Look at you! You're a little weirdo, ain'tcha?" She pokes the baby's crimson nose, earning a giggle. She grins and picks the baby up out of the coffin, unwrapping the bundle. "Heheheh, look at that little thing! Hmmm, what am I going to do with you?"

"For starters, something to call you by...

>Red
>Ash
>Jack
>Paul
>Gigi
>Jaime
>Write-in

>>36692879
>Hanzo

>>36692879
>Ashleigh

>>36692879
>Gigi

>>36692879
Seconding >>36692888.
We shall become the greatest blacksmith ever known to demonkind.

>>36692928
??????????

>>36692879
>Write-in
It was supposed to be Gary King, but funnily enough they misspelled it so it became Gray King

>>36692947
I don't get it.

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>>36692941
Ever seen Kill Bill?

>>36692968
No, it was too boring to sit through. I remember that there's a ninja named Hattori Hanzo though.

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>>36692959
Use drugs, then you will

tfw my name was misspelled when I was registered

>>36693014
Silly, there's no registration and/or literacy along the Mississippi River.

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>>36692998
QK, you're a cool dude. You've done this quest a great service in your time.

But I will slap your shit if you do not watch that movie.

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>>36692879
>Write-in
Staff Sargeant Max Fightmaster

>>36693050
Really? Because I think I've kinda worn it down with my bitching about Yumi acting OOC and objecting to loli consentacles.


>>36692888
>>36692928
Hanzo
>>36692916
Ashleigh
>>36692924
Gigi
>>36692947
Gary Knig
>>36693067
Max Fightmaster

Sooooo.... it's Hanzo? What do the rest of you say?

>>36693122
Yeah sure. But his middle names are Ashleigh Gigi Max Gary Knig (misspelling a misspelling,great) Fightmaster, the Second
Deal?

>>36693122
Nah, everyone has moments of bitching. I had mine. But you carry the QM torch well.
And Hanzo Knig Fightmaster sounds good.

>>36693122
What kinda American names a baby after some slanty-eyed ninja?
Changing >>36692916 to Max Fightmaster.

>>36693122
Maybe they forgot to name him so he just uses whatever name he feels like?
Fucking ni... I mean, uh, uh..

>>36693122
I don't like it but it's no big deal.

>>36693122
>>36693197
>>36693150
>>36693209
Alright, Hanzo "Max" Fightmaster.

>>36693267
>Hanzo "Max" Fightmaster
A badass is born

Fine, writing.

"Hmmm, I'll call you... Honzo Ashleigh Gig Max Gayr Knig Fightmaster II!" you say as you hold the baby up to the sun with a flourish. The baby starts wailing, upset about something. "Okay, fine, I'll call you Ash for short."

He's still crying.
"What's your deal, baby?" you say as you wrap him back up in his blanket. Hey, he's calmed down! Guess he must really like his blanket. Hahaha, you're already getting the hang of motherhood! Wait, motherhood?

You look down at the baby, and see his bright blue eyes staring back into yours. Damn, that's cute. Yes, you'll raise this baby! After all, how hard could it be? He better like fish!

>Cont.

>>36693397
Han for short.

>>36669017
wow I should read this quest more. I am assuming its on tg archive yes?

>>36693490
It's archived, yeah. On moe, I know it is. Probably on suptg as well.

>THREE WEEKS LATER
You are Ashleigh Fightmaster Jr., though you prefer to be called Ash for short.

It's going to be another long day spent fishing! Damn, you hate fishing. All that water... For some reason, you hate running water, but you don't know why. You can cross running water, but you're going to be sour whenever you do.

Well, you have your mom there to cheer you up whenever you're grumpy. Sometimes with a smile, sometimes a hug, other times with a...

Speak of the devil.

Your eyes lurch open, blearily taking in the sight of your room. Well, it's more of a room you share with your mom, who's currently absent from her spot next to you. No, she's at her other spot now.

Your cock is engulfed in a hot and moist sensation, and something soft and wet keeps brushing and pressing against the head, teasing the underside, and delving into the slit. Well, you're awake now.

You throw the covers off to reveal your mother, Ashley Fightmaster, sucking your dick.

"Mornin'," you grunt, leaning back into your pillow.

"Mmph!" she grunts back, sucking dick like a professional swimmer.

This started being a regular thing about three days ago. You're a growing boy, and you started having wet-dreams, which dirtied up the bed. After eyeing your sizable cock for a while, your mother said that there was nothing for it but to relieve you of your stress, and so she started jerking you off and blowing you.

She flicks you on the nose, and grunts at you. Dang, she caught you staring off into space again. You pet her hair, to which she responds with a squeal, and by redoubling her efforts. You smile at her. She has her cute moments when she's not busy being super bitch.

She lets go of your dick with a POP! and looks to you. "It's time to get up... on your knees!"

With a smirk at the lame pun, you oblige her, and move towards her, poking her cheek with your dick. She giggles, and lightly slaps you on the ass. "Naughty boy!"

>Cont.

>>36693903
Hot

>>36693903
Loving this already.

>>36693903
She places a hand on your ass to steady you, and places her full lips back on your cockhead. You let out a moan as she resumes her attentions, and grunt in surprise when she presses a finger to your lips.

She looks up at you with an insistent glare, and open your mouth to ask her what she wants. She slides her finger inside your mouth. Hmmm...

Ah, she wants that. You close your mouth around her finger, and begin to suck. You swirl your tongue around the finger, your saliva getting it nice and wet. You dart the tip of your tongue underneath her fingernail, and even trail your tongue down to clean the valley between this finger and the next. Mom lets out an appreciative moan.

Well, she's getting off on this, though fingers? Mom's weird sometimes. Speaking of, she lets your dick out of her mouth once again.
"Alright baby, I think it's good to go now."

"What was that even for anyway?" you ask as she returns to sucking. Her hand goes back around to your ass, and to your surprise, the moistened finger from before is going down your crack, all the way to...

"HEY!" you call out.

If your mom didn't have your dick in her mouth, you're certain that she'd be giving you a shit-eating grin. Her finger presses against your asshole, worming its way inside, trying to loosen it up by flapping around like a fish outta water.

"Aaahh, that hurts!" you say, and to your relief, your mom takes a gentler approach to assaulting your ass with her finger. Her fingernail brushes against a wall, causing you to clench around it.

"Hmmm," your mother grunts, a thoughtful expression on her face. She lights up with an epiphany, and retreats from your dick to draw in a deep breath.

She puts your dick in her mouth yet again, though this time, she doesn't just stop at toying with the big, red tip. No, she's going for the gold as she takes it deeper, in and in and in to her mouth. You can feel it hit the back of her throat, to which she adjusts her posture some.

>Cont.

>>36694355
She somehow manages to take you even DEEPER into her mouth, and you're fairly certain you're fucking her throat now. Damn, this feels good. So good, that it loosens you up some!

Your mother lets out some please grunts that sounds suspiciously like "Bingo~!" Sticking her finger way deep inside you as well. your mom's finger moves around inside you as though she's looking for somethi

"NGRK!" you grunt. What the hell was that?

She presses her finger against that area again, rubbing it tenderly. That's it.

You take your mother's head in both hands, and start thrusting your dick in and out of her throat.
"Mom, I'm about to!"

"Hmm hmm hm hmmm? (What do you say?)" she says while rubbing your joybutton more vigorously.

"Oh c'mon, do I have to?" you groan. She spanks you in response. Well, looks like you'll have to say it.

>Please let me cum!
>I love you!
>Write-in

>>36694556
>I love you, please let me cum!

>>36694556
Oh yeah, this makes more sense if it goes,

>You take your mother's head in both hands, and start thrusting your dick in and out of her throat.
>"Mom, I'm about to!"

>She holds your ass into place with her hands, her finger still toying with your butthole. Your thrusts are halted for now.

>"Hmm hmm hm hmmm? (What do you say?)" she says while rubbing your joybutton more vigorously.

This lack of votes is killin muh boner.

"I love you!" you shout. Mom looks up at you in surprise. "Please let me cum!" you wail, the wet confines of her throat being hell on your dick when they're teasing you like so.

She blushes, and lightens her grip on your rump. With nothing to hold you back (you've got a weird thing with consent, you don't know why, but you can't violate any guest hospitality laws), you plow into her throat, using her body like some sort of weird handheld doohickey for relieving one's pent-up stress in.

She rubs her finger against your prostate more roughly, and even helps with your thrusting by pulling you towards her.

You look down at the woman who raised you out of the goodness of her heart, who went out and got you fish every day, who always defends you from the other kids who throw those delicious vegetable-fruits at you. You look down at her, and pull her towards your groin.

"FFFFFFFUUUCK!" you cry out as you ejaculate inside Mom's throat. She lets out an appreciative squeal, and gags. Well, she couldn't last forever.

You hold her head in place as her throat spasms around you, the milking sensation working wonders for your dick as it spills more seed into her. Well, 'spill' is a bit inaccurate. More like 'pour,' for you usually let out around half a gallon when you get going.

But something's different today. It's more 'explosive' this time around. Maybe it could have something to do with her deepthroat, maybe it could have something to do with her finger in your ass. All you know is that you've never come this long or this hard. Shouldn't be too long now...

Ten seconds later, and you can finally feel the last spurt. Withdrawing your dick from her throat, no wait, spoke too soon, you spurt one last time in her mouth. You take your dick out of her mouth.

Uh oh, she's unconscious.

>What do?

>>36684035
I prefer honey when I have no syrup

>>36694984
Ummm...
>CPR?

>>36694984
>Run get some water to wash it down with, massage her throat to get her to swallow

>>36694984
>Tickle her

>>36694984
>>36695023
This I guess.

Panic, panic panic panic, PANIC!

You try to shake her awake, earning no response. Fuck!

You then do that thing she taught you after she saved you from drowning that one time, and press down on her chest, though you only succeed in pushing down against her boobs. Oh yeah, women have floatation devices, so they'll never need CPR, dadoyyy.

Hmmm...
"Water! Should be some at the stream, which is made of running waterrrrghh..." you say, running over to grab the bucket.

As soon as you're about the cross over the threshold, you hear something behind you. It was either a mouse, or one of those giggles you've grown accustomed to, and the neighbors have 17 cats.

You set the bucket down and creep towards Superbitch, claws at the ready. Holy shit, better retract those. You near what's supposed to be a corpse, and if not you'll make damned sure it is one.

Another goddamn giggle.

You pounce on your mother, attacking her weak spots, earning loud laughter that rings across the room.

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"Sorry, Max, you're just too easy to fool sometimes!" she says as she strokes your head.

"I thought you died, that was mean!" you grumble as you nuzzle into her boobs some more.

"You're the mean one! You gotta be gentler when you have your dick in a lady's throat."

"I'm sorry," you say.

She gives you a little squeeze. "I forgive ya. Hey Han, guess what."

You look up at her, and ask, "Chickenbu-"

She kisses you on the lips. It quickly proceeds to open mouth, where you can taste your seed still on her tongue. She breaks away and gives you a devilish smile, and kisses you on the lips again.

"Well, I've gotta head out to town and get more bait and hooks, you're free to do whatever," she says as she gets up off the ground.

As she crosses over the threshold, she turns her head to the side and says, "Oh yeah, thanks for that thing you said earlier..."
She pauses. Then, she runs off towards town. Weirdo.

What to do for the day?

>>36695356
>Go to town, steal tomatoes
>Go to town, confront bullies
>Go to town, get molested go to Church
>Go swimming
>Go explore the woods
>Get a better QM for HanMaxAsh than QK

>>36695403

>Go to town, confront bullies

I'm calling it a night. Spoilers for why Ashley Jr. is red: When Imoutohime was being impregnated with devil magic, some ketchup got mixed in there.

>>36695528

Thanks for running. Hope you'll run it again soon.

>>36695576
Thanks! Yeah, I've got plans for how the quiet river town can get fucked over by demon invasion, so don't count me out just yet! Unless someone else wants to take over, in which case go right ahead. That's how this thing started, no? People continuing other people's stories for them?

Man, that part where I ripped off the Prince of Egypt was stroke of genius. Poor Hamburgs, though.

>>36695660
Oh I thought we were still in hell all this time.

Hey, wouldn't it be cool if Hanzo Max Ashleigh Fightmaster the 2nd wore his baby blanket like a turban/scarf?

>>36695912
Yeah. Sounds good.

Bump

bump

>>36699773
Goshdarnit man, we've run three times now. Let the old thing die, we'll resurrect it this weekend.

>>36699786
Pffsh, fine, I've archived instead then.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Kabbalah%20Quest

Should I continue, or let this thread die?

>>36703230
I say continue!

>>36703230
Keep going.

You think you'll head over to town as well. You spring up to your feet, and pick up a plaid button-up and some shorts, something Ashley has an abundance of, as well as the blanket you've had since you were little. It has a nice silkiness to it, and is white as a cloud. Once it's wrapped around your head fully, you open up the door to the trailer, and cross over the threshold.

Hmm, it's cloudy today. Things are looking up!

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After walking for 10 minutes, you enter a neighborhood. This is where those bullies usually ambush you and steal your shroud, but not today. No, this time, things will be different.

As you walk down the street towards the park, you hear an obnoxiously loud sound coming towards you.

>Roll 1d20 to dodge, Best of Three

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>36703542
Dodging like this, it's a revolution!
>Roll along the floor

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>36703542

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>36703542

>>36703565
Oh my, what an unlucky number.

>New rule: 13 is bad, 7 is good.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>36703663
Drat. Do we immediately ascend if we get a triple 7 then?

You roll to one side immediately, just barely dodging the vehicle. You look up to see a motorcycle with a sidecar speeding down the street in a westerly direction.

"Daddy, you almost hit that person!"

"Why isn't Mommy coming with..."

The voices fade out as the motorcycle gets farther away. What kinda person needs to go that fast? Weirdo.

You get up off the ground, dust yourself off, and head towards the park some more. You spot the gang of kids off hanging by the big-ass tree and pond. Ponds are nice.

"Hey, lookie lookie what we've got here! It's Tommy the Tomato Boy!" You're not sure if they call you that because you're red, because they throw tomatoes at you, or because you really like them.

"Still wearing that blankie? Ew! Last time, we pissed all over it!" You had to wash it in the river to get it all out. It was a doubly unpleasant experience.

"Heheheh, this little brat still thinks he can walk around like he owns the place!" Little? Ah, they still don't know about your growth spurt.

You step 10 feet in front of the group of children. There's the "leader," Nathan, wielding his baseball bat. Then there's the fat one, Fat Matt. Then there are the twins, Maxi and Mari, who are throwing knives at each other and catching them. Then there's the brains of the group, Nina, eating an apple.

They all look surprised to see how much you've grown.

How much did you grow anyway?
>An Inch, you're about 4'7" now.
>A Foot, you're about 5'6" now.
>Two Feet, you're about 6'5" now.
>You've shrunk a little!?

What did you come here to do anyway?
>Fight them, teach them a lesson
>Kill them, feast on their blood
>Rape them, satisfy your lust
>Punish them, the moon demands it
>Tomato Tomato Tomato Tomato Tomato
>What the hell were those thoughts just then?

>>36704108
>A Foot, you're about 5'6" now.

>Punish them, the moon demands it

>>36704108
>>36704158
Seconding

>>36704108
>A Foot, you're about 5'6" now.
>Fight them, teach them a
>Punish them, the moon demands it lesson
Oh boy time paradoxes are probably occurring too

>>36704204
>Oh boy time paradoxes are probably occurring too
To elaborate on that: Dave was fleeing with Lisa and Jonny from the Captain Bubzi's demon army which was fleeing west after the demon king had been purified. Hanzo's coffin ride occurred during the demon king's reign of evil.
Although, I now realise that 3 weeks passed since the coffin trip so maybe ignore me, it's possible afterall.
Sorry.

"Hey, he got bigger!" Fat Matt says.

""Heeey, he's a bit taller than Nathan now!"" Maxi and Mari say in unison.

"How in the hell did he- YIPE!" Nathan yells as Nina pinches his butt.

"Calm down. So, what'd you come here for anyway, you Redback?" she asks as she throws the apple core at you.

You think to yourself about what you came here for... some weird thoughts, to be sure, but now's not the time to dwell on those. You finally decide on something, and catch the apple core before it hits your face. "I came here to punish you in the name of the... justice, and teach you a lesson for messing with me so much!"

Nina quirks an eyebrow, and grins. "Ooooohh, little Tommy thinks he's hot shit! Crush him."

Nathan and Fat Matt come running at you, Nathan holding up a baseball bat, Fat Matt holding up his chubby fists. Maxi and Mari look disappointed that they have to quit their game, and busy themselves with getting their knives in order.

>Roll 4d20, average of three.

>>36704204
>>36704380
Time is whatever you make of it, or at least what fits together conveniently, so sh-shut up, it all fits together in the timeline. Three weeks could have been two weeks, I didn't really think it was that important.

>>36704380
Quite possible, since the reign of Slab was not terribly long.

Rolled 6, 4, 13, 4 = 27 (4d20)

>>36704459
I miss the days of "roll some creative dice", I'll be honest. Still enjoyable, though.

Rolled 9, 12, 10, 9 = 40 (4d20)

>>36704459
It's clobberin' time!

Rolled 6, 19, 11, 7 = 43 (4d20)

>>36704459

Rolled 19, 13, 14, 1 = 47 (4d20)

>>36704461
Well it could have been really long and still fit. Imouto simply needs to have send Hanzo downriver within a couple weeks before everyone gets purified. I'd forgotten that 3weeks had passed from Hanzo's start til now when I first said paradox

You put up a guard in front of your face, protecting both it and your shroud.

>9/20
Nathan's bat hits your left leg really hard. You think it might be broken because it bends at a really weird angle. However, the next second your leg bounces back to its normal shape. You're still on the ground, though, and Fat Matt's about to bodyslam you.

>19/20
You roll out of the way in the nick of time, and Fat Matt's body falls onto the grass with an audible thud. You kick him in the face, knocking him out and bloodying his nose.

>11/20
You see a glint of metal in the corner of your eye, and move your head to see what it is. Something bright and shiny grazes your cheek. Fuck, you're bleeding. Maxi (or is it Mari?) sticks his/her tongue out at you, while the other twin gets ready to throw another knife at you.

>7/20
The knife comes flying at your face, no, your outstretched hand, and you catch the knife in midair. One twin goes, "What!?" and the other goes, "Cool!"

Nina laughs as she gets out her wrist rocket.

Well, Fat Matt is down, and you've got a knife.

What do? (Feel free to roll some creative dice when choosing an action)
>See which is stronger, Nathan's bat or your knife
>Throw the knife at Maxi/Mari
>Challenge one of the twins to a knife fight
>Go cut up that Wrist Rocket
>Write-in

Rolled 816, 769, 811 = 2396 (3d1000)

>>36704905
>Throw the knife at Maxi/Mari

Rolled 752 (1d841)

>>36704905
>Gouge FatMatt to strike fear into their hearts
>Throw the knife at Maxi/Mari
Rolling to gouge!

>>36704959
Okay, what do you mean when you say "gouge"?

Rolled 45, 34, 22 = 101 (3d52)

>>36704991
Relevant part of google's definition:
cut or force something out roughly or brutally.
"one of the young man's eyes had been gouged out"
>Rolling for fancy knife throwing

>>36705030
Okay, so you want to cut him?

>>36705336
Yeah, kinda, it's more like a stab and twist. Gouging is what people do when they /really/ want to hurt someone

You lean down to your fallen adversary, and stab him in the arm. With a twist, you withdraw the bloody knife from the fat kid and brandish it for the others to see.

>752/841
Nathan is holding his bat up, but not doing anything with it, just frozen in place with his jaw dropped. Maxi/Mari, who had just run over and picked up their knife, was about to throw it at you, but looks visibly surprised by what you've done. The other one looks distraught at what you've done to their knife, and looks at you with murder in their eyes. Nina pauses momentarily from putting on her wrist rocket, and lets out a, "Holy shit..."

Fat Matt moans, but still isn't getting up anytime soon.

>816, 769, 811, good rolls
You throw the knife at the Maxi/Mari holding a knife, and they laugh as they get ready to catch it. However, at the last instance you throw it underhand, something they're not prepared for. The bloody knife cuts into their hand, causing them to yell out in pain and fall to the ground.

Nathan readies his bat, and Nina pulls out some especially jagged rocks from her pocket. The remaining twin is currently seeing if the other will be alright.

What do?
>Wrestle Nathan for the bat
>Try to dodge and punch Nathan
>Charge Nina
>Kick the remaining twin in the butt really hard
>Write-in

>>36705691
>Charge Nina

Rolled 519 (1d690)

>>36705691
>Roar
>Jump at Nathan
Rolling to jump

>>36705691
>Wrestle Nathan for the bat

You face Nathan, and let out the most intimidating roar you've ever done.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ON0ivXpdIx0

... It's gonna need some work.

Nathan does look at you like you're a queer though, and while he hesitates, you lunge at him.

>519/690, 5 + 1 = 6, 69
You successfully tackle him to the ground, though when you do, things get mixed up in the tussle. You both land on the ground facing each other, though more accurately you're facing each other's crotches. How'd this happen?

"Fruit!" Nina shouts at you.

"G-get off me, you queermo!" Nathan says from underneath your groin.

However, while he's trying to get up out from under you, you've gotten hold of his bat.

>Hilt of bat + Nathan's balls
>His dick + Your mouth
>Your dick + His mouth
>Edge of bat + Nina's head
>Write-in

Rolled 3, 30 = 33 (2d42)

>>36706183
>Your dick + His mouth
>Edge of bat + Nina's head

Rolled 7, 5 = 12 (2d42)

>>36706362
>End of bat+Nina's cunt
Heheh, now this I can get behind.
>Demons. No sense of personal space.

Rolled 27, 13 = 40 (2d69)

>>36706183
He'll probably bite. Still, it is a known fact that girls can't get enough of yaoi, so we could lure Nina over by sucking his dick a little.
>His dick + Your mouth
>Edge of bat + Nina's head

>>36706183
>His dick + Your mouth
>Your dick + His mouth
The only real answer.

Soooo, what's the consensus? Also, new thread? Y/N

>>36706609
May as well keep this thread a little while's longer, unless you plan to run for a good while longer. If you do make a new one, don't forget the archive links.

As for consensus, I'll go with whatever to be honest.

>>36706183
>>36706393
This. Just so we can get this moving.