>>4753308
Let's gooooooooo

FIRST FOR OLIVIA

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Before we begin, a short announcement. The last thread got deleted from /qst/ after I went over the line on the board's rules against NSFW content. I would like to continue running the quest here, so in the future I will be more diligent about staying within that boundary. That means no NSFW images, and no NSFW scenes on-site. Lewd content will be hosted off-site, as always.

I hope that by staying true to this, we can continue the story here. Please join me in keeping it blue board appropriate.

First for sporty domme mommy

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>>4753313
WBA is a good wholesome Christian quest. Nothing like that nasty FQ thing!

>>4753313
4chan is a good Puritan website! Now everybody pull out your prayer books...

>>4753313
Thank god the jannies are here to ensure my innocent eyes are not sullied by FILTH

>>4753313
As you should. All those who peruse 4channel should adhere to wholesome and pure discussion related to nothing outside of the specified, wholly on-topic thread, on each specified board, which, too, should only pertain to one sole topic.

>>4753308
>>4753313
Looking forward to it ,OP. Time to make good choices.

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Summer's mother, dressed in a police uniform, totes a pistol and points it directly at you. Or rather, points it directly at everyone watching ABC-7. Here they come, here come the spectacularly stilted line reads: "I'm on a mission, to stop, bad deals!" A stock sound effect of a police siren blares, followed by a stock sound effect of a horse whinnying (?), which in turn cues plodding banjo music (????). This fucking commercial, man. Liz Denali wanted to be an actress when she was younger, or so Summer says. But that doesn't give the woman an excuse to perpetrate this ad on the innocent people of north-central California, every hour of every day.

Now we have Liz as viewed in profile, standing on the right-hand side of the frame, while a procession of dummies appear on the left-hand side of the frame. Each one gets a bullet to the chest, dead center on a paper target, before falling out of the picture so the next dummy can pop up. Liz Denali narrates the shoot-em-up:

"Haggling? Bang!"

"Pushy salespeople, pressure, upselling? Bang!"

"Outrageous interest rates on rent-to-own plans? Bang!"

"Warranties with terms and conditions? Bang!"

The dummies have each of these phrases written on their heads, just in case you the viewer missed the rich symbolism. With every shot she fires, she juts her shoulder and most of the rest of her entire right side towards the target, as if that will give the bullet more force.

The most galling thing about the tableau is that although Liz Denali owns the fucking store, and could have filmed on-location -- it's instead quite obviously filmed in a studio, the store's background blurrily greenscreened in. The keying is so bad that you see wisps of green around Liz and the dummies she shoots.

Now the camera does a snap-zoom on Liz so that her entire face fills the screen. "Denali Furniture & Flooring. We take, no prisoners! In the fight to bring you, a better deal!" A star wipe reveals a map of the region. Small red circles fade in to mark several store locations. Liz provides the voice-over. "With six, locations around the Bay Area, Denali Furniture & Flooring, is your only destination, for all your home-decor needs!" This woman is bilingual: she fluently speaks both English and comma.

Static pictures of furniture on the showroom floor pass across the screen like the flipping pages of a diner's tabletop menu. "La-z-Boy recliners from $599. California King sized Vaughan-Bassett beds from $1499. Maiden Home sofas and sectionals from $1899."

Back to Liz in profile. She has one more foe to fell. This final dummy is dressed in a gorilla costume (???????).

"High prices? Oh yeah, oh yeah. BANG!"

Liz turns, faces the screen. She props the backs of both her wrists on both her hips and shifts her weight severely to one side. "Denali Furniture & Flooring: we've got the squish you can't resist!"

The banjo cuts out with a climactic twang and the commercial fades to black.

OP: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Atvsg_zogxo

>>4753333
>"High prices? Oh yeah, oh yeah. BANG!"
THIS IS OH YEAH APPROPRIATION

great aim

>>4753333
Holy shit, check those quads. Episode 2 is already blessed

>>4753333
... can we **** her too?

>>4753333
Thank God, the Bay Area is finally safe from the furniture store gorilla menace. This woman is a HERO!

>>4753333
Great aim.

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You walk through the halls between periods with your sisters. Ophie is on the phone: "Is this Hunter Pfeiffer. Yes, hello, this is Ophelia Soliloquy. You graded SAT exams recently. ... Yes. I am currently investigating some serious discrepancies with the scoring. Do you recall grading any exams that scored 1590. Sir -- sir, do not just answer immediately without considering the question. Search your memory. This is a matter of grave importance. Think carefully. ... ... Maybe. All right. My records show you were seated at table #43, which means you would have been using the model GX-30 scanner there. Firstly: did you do the requisite double-scan of all test sheets. ... Good. Did you make sure the machine was calibrated before using it. ... Good. Do you have a certificate of calibration. ... What do you mean, why would you. Why would you not. You were grading exams that will determine the future course of hundreds of young lives. Yet you have no evidence of the grading machine's accuracy. ... No. No. You are not appreciating the seriousness of the issue at hand. Now. Do you recall seeing any bubbles on high-scoring tests that appeared to be only partially filled in. ..."

"So she got you up against the locker, huh," Amber says.

"Yeah," you say.

"That's hot. She's really gagging for it."

"But..."

"But let me guess. She hasn't made a move since then."

"And she said I was the one sending her mixed messages..."

"You ARE," Amber insists. "She wants you. You want her. -- Shut the fuck up. Don't even dispute me. You do. So? When are you gonna seal the deal?"

"Did you forget the other thing I told you? She said she was going to rape me. It's--"

"--All the more reason to seal the deal quickly," Amber says. "Before Summer takes matters into her own hands. Do you know what kind of sex crimes a girl like her is prepared to commit against you? She doesn't have any tan lines! A girl with a complexion like that doesn't do things half-assed. You're gonna get destroyed if you make her act first."

You're not so sure you buy Amber's Tan Line Theory of Sexual Deviancy, but you at least agree with the conclusion that Summer could be really dangerous.

>>4753359
Ophie PLEASE.

>>4753359
Ophie why you so goddamned cute

>>4753359
I fear Ophie.

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"...legal repurcussions as well. No, I am not joking. I will need to see some evidence of -- Noah." Ophie hangs up the call without saying goodbye, and stares somewhat awestruck back at Noah, who just sauntered up from the other side of the hall.

"Ophelia," he says with a terse nod, about the warmest greeting he gives anyone. He glances Amber's way now. "I just spoke with Mr. Langley. I've decided to join the quiz team."

Amber whistles. "I thought your only hobby was jerking it to math textbooks."

"Quiz..." Ophie mutters. "I -- was als--" but Amber shushes her with a held-up index finger.

"Why the sudden dive into nerddom?" Amber asks. "Deeper dive."

"Being on a team that attains national success is good for my resume. Or so says my father."

"You're already in Oxford, champ. What more do you need?"

"My f-- I take a long view. Regardless... I look forward to being your teammate. If you ever should need anything, do not hesitate..."

He pushes past, continuing on his path down the hall, but Ophie calls: "Noah..."

He stops.

"I am playing Friday at an event..." She clumsily digs a leaflet from her bag, unfolds it, and hands it over.

Noah reads aloud. "Denali Furniture & Flooring: 7th location grand opening event ... musical entertainment by The Tone Police." He lowers the leaflet to find Ophie waiting for an answer, the slightest blush to her cheeks. Noah is merciless. "I would attend, but that evening I have some research planned--"

Ophie looks crestfallen. Amber pipes up: "Hey Noah, remember how you gave me that whole spiel about 'if I ever should need anything'?"

Noah is mute and expressionless.

"Yeah," Amber says, as if a bit apologetic, "it was a while ago. I don't fault you for not remembering that conversation. Anyway though, I need you to be at that thing on Friday."

"Why."

"It's a quiz bowl thing. Look, I'm your captain now. It's not your place to question my orders. Just go to the thing on Friday. And if you don't --" Amber adopts a chipper smile that's bright and toothy, as she points and chirps in the most saccharine voice she has: "I'll have to kill ya!" Still pointing, still smiling, voice still dripping sucrose, and nodding slowly, she demands acknowledgement. "Okay? Okaaay?"

"Yes."

"Good. Great." She grabs his forearm in a way that appears chummy, but you notice the rumpling of his uniform's fabric, and know she's putting iron force in the grip. "Can't wait to see ya there."

She lets him go, and he walks off, rubbing his sore arm. A moment later, the tardy bell rings. "God amighty," Amber groans, rolling her eyes. "Wes, you've been gabbing at us way too much. Now we're late. Ophie, c'mon."

She guides Ophie by the shoulder, whisking her away. Ophie asks her softly, "should I join the quiz team too? You always said--"

"No. Fuck that. You have to make him chase you. Keep being the cool girl who's in a band. Guys love that. Even dorks like Noah..."

You shake your head and hurry to your own class.

>>4753369
THE TONE POLICE WILL RIDE

>>4753369
If only we could all have a big sister like Amber, the world would be a better place

>>4753369
>Noah played by Hidenori
Yoooo, FQ is turning into a High School Boys reunion tour

>musical entertainment by The Tone Police
Atta girl, Ophie. Make Renee proud

>>4753374
So far these high school girls seem pretty funky!

>>4753369
How do other teams even perform with the overwhelming pressure Amber exudes? Do other captains mysteriously turn up sick the day of competition?

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"How many of you are sexually active?" Ms. Berenstoin asks, leaning lightly against her desk.

Some hands go up, some stay down. Your hand stays down. Summer, behind you, nudges you. You keep your hand down. She nudges you harder. You ignore her. She rears back and kicks you in the tailbone from underneath. Your chair and desk rattle, and you go stiff-spined in pain. "Ooof," you huff, and raise your hand, just barely past your shoulder, lest she do something even more violent to you. You glare back at her. You try to wordlessly communicate your anger. Summer, already grinning, just grins even wider as you make eye contact. Her hand is high in the air, her fingers splayed, her elbow locked.

"Right," Ms. Berenstoin says. "Quite a few hands in the air. A majority, even. Although the actual number is probably about half of what I count. Some of you, I know, are braggarts..." She turns and retrieves a condom from her desk-drawer. She holds it aloft for the class. "How many of you have seen a demonstration of how to properly use protection?" Considerably fewer hands go up at this. Frowning, she takes a cucumber out of her purse, and using her teeth, she rips away the perforated edge of the condom's packaging.

Behind her, on the whiteboard, is scrawled the subject of today's lesson: "The Great Gatsby: Does Gatsby's arc prove or disprove the possibility of the American Dream?"

Ms. Berenstoin has lost the script, like usual.

>>4753381
lmao holy shit

Great first impression

>>4753359
So.... Who's going to be the first to tell Ophelia the SAT's are largely arbitrary and mean nothing?

>>4753381
I love her already

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"Since you're so enthusiastic about the lesson," you whisper to Summer, "what do you think? Does Gatsby prove or disprove the American dream?"

Summer gives a low laugh from her diaphragm that sounds like a "hmm." "It like totally disproves it, doesn't it? Like even after he got rich and had all the stuff he ever wanted, he just kept staring at that green light, you know? Like it was never gonna be enough for him. Even if all the stuff with Daisy never happened and he didn't end up getting blown the fuck out in his pool. He was already kinda dead inside anyway." The whole time Summer explicates her thoughts, she keeps her hand in the air.

Ms. Berenstoin points at her with the condom-clad cuke. "You can put your hand down now."

Summer neatly folds her hands in front of her and wiggles a bit in her seat, beaming at Ms. Berenstoin, to convey her acquiescence.

"You... did the reading?" You breathe.

"Well'yeah," Summer says, as if the two words are one. "We were assigned it, weren't we? Didn't you read it?"

You glance away.

Summer purrs from the back of her throat. "Don't come crawling to me asking for help on the essay."

"I helped you in math!"

"And I paid you for it!"

"Fashion advice is not what we agreed to--"

"It's not my fault you didn't take my advice. You could have at least washed your hair once or twice with the shampoo I gave you. Or with any shampoo at all..."

"I'm not putting tea in my hair," you say.

"Tea tree oil and peppermint. Idiot. It's good for the scalp. You need it, too."

You and Summer both start when Ms. Berenstoin whacks Summer's desktop with the cucumber. You gaze up at her.

"If you two want to argue, do it outside class," she tells you. "Right now is the time for you to be paying attention to my lesson."

Summer's eyes dart down towards the reservoir tip poking from one end of the cucumber. She glances back at Ms. Berenstoin. "I don't think Wes is gonna need the lesson," she says.

Ms. Berenstoin looks at you.

"Y-yeah," you agree. "But... we'll be quiet. Sorry, Ms. Berenstoin."

"I see," she says. She seems to be looking at you with new eyes. "Well. We're a bit off-topic anyway. Oh, and Wesley -- please, let's not be too formal. You can call me Talia."

"Yes Talia," you say. If your teacher asks to be referred to on a first-name basis, it's only natural for you to oblige her, right? You'd be a jerk if you didn't. Talia returns to the head of the classroom.

Through the rest of the lesson, Summer seems a bit sullen, and you weigh your options:

[ ] Follow Amber's advice, and move to seal the deal quickly.
[ ] Goad Summer into sealing the deal for you. Could be fun.
[ ] Bide your time. You have better prospects...

>>4753385
>[x] Bide your time. You have better prospects...

>>4753385
>[x] Goad Summer into sealing the deal for you. Could be fun.

>>4753385
Oh yeah, I'm sure there are gonna be lots of votes to put off fucking the sexy gyaru girl
(No preference between the other two tho)

>>4753385
>If your teacher asks to be referred to on a first-name basis, it's only natural for you to oblige her, right? You'd be a jerk if you didn't.
big heh

>[x] Bide your time. You have better prospects...
I don't know what those prospects are, but I'm sure as hell interested in them

>>4753385
>[x] Goad Summer into sealing the deal for you. Could be fun.

>>4753385
>[x] Goad

>>4753385
>[ ] Follow Amber's advice, and move to seal the deal quickly.
And wash your fucking hair, Wes.

>>4753385
>[ ] Goad Summer into sealing the deal for you. Could be fun.
I feel that any action by Wes will only result in spaghetti anyway. So I just actually wanna see how dangerous Summer can get.

>>4753398
Tbh
>[X] Wash our fucking hair

>>4753402
Goad Summer into washing Wesley's hair.
>>4753391
There's a good potential group so far. Hopefully we get to see more of them this episode.

[ ] Follow Amber's advice, and move to seal the deal quickly.
and also
>[X] Wash our fucking hair

>>4753385

>[x] Wash the hair.

What's everyone doing while OP's writing? I'm running through ng+ in Nioh 2

>>4753426
About to get off work, probably gonna be statting monsters for a megadungeon.

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Oh shit I'm not banned anymore! Hey OPstudios, I'm overjoyed to see you still posting!

>>4753426

Playing a DND session with friends while monitoring thread.

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>[x] Goad Summer into sealing the deal for you. Could be fun.

You make a point of following Summer out of the class when the period ends, which is unusual. Summer immediately notices. "Geez. I touch you one time and now you're following me like a lost puppy..." she laughs, although there's no venom in it. "Did I leave you in need, babe?"

"2000 words by Wednesday, huh," you mumble.

Summer's smile crumples like a thing shot dead. Obviously, essays don't arouse her. "I told you, Wes. You're not getting my help. Ask me again and I'll paddle your ass with my hairbrush."

"Do my essay for me," you say.

Your heart thuds in your chest. Your head throbs with the sudden increase of your blood pressure. Your mouth goes dry and you can feel your pupils dilate. You wait, breathless, to see what Summer does. You're bracing yourself to get spanked right here in the midst of the milling students of PAP.

"Did you... hear what I said?" Summer says. Her voice is so low you almost can't make it out.

"I heard you. But let's be honest. I did your math. I didn't tutor you... I did the work for you... so you owe me. Do my essay for me."

Summer bristles. Her nostrils flare. She leans down, to face you head-on. "You want me to do your work, huh? Too stupid to do it yourself? Gotta come running to mama Summer to get it done?"

You nod. You can't speak, because your nerve is quickly leaving, and you don't want her to hear your trembling voice.

"You're coming to my softball game tomorrow, right? Of course you are. I work best after some exertion. The sweat gets me going. So how about you meet me in the lockers after the game. We can head to the library when we're done."

"--Done?" You say.

Summer puts her cheek to yours, and bites your earlobe. The scent of her coconut lotion fills your nose. A little bit of saliva from her teeth is warm on your skin where she bit you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You shiver.

"You better not make me wait for you," she whispers into your ear. She steps back, enjoys seeing the quivering bowl of jello she turned you into, then turns, and walks away.

Alone again in the emptying hallway, you reach up and touch your hair. It's not that greasy...

You'll wash it tonight.

>>4753426
Watching Mori Calliope stream Journey (2012)

>>4753432
>[AROUSED PANIC]

>>4753426
Deep cleaning. Please notice me Amelia-sempai.
>>4753432
Summer is a sexual threat. Someone needs to subdue her before she assaults all the smelly neets at Palo Alto Prep.

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>>4753432
>Summer calling us babe

>>4753432
A perfect leopard ambush is a thing to behold.

>>4753432
My absolute dick.

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At home that evening, the moms have swatches of material arrayed on the dining room table, and they're getting snitty over it:

"Granite is so goddamn ugly," K-Mom says. "I'm not paying a contractor $30,000 to come and make my home uglier than it was before. Nuh uh. Not happening."

"Go to hell," N-Mom says. "Bluestone accentuates the walls. A lot better than this black slate crap you want. It's so bland."

"Not bland. Simple. Clean. Functional. What's not to like, you dizzy bitch?" K-Mom sweeps the sample swatches up like a player at a card table. "I don't know why we're discussing this. When was the last time you even cooked anything in that kitchen? Possession is nine-tenths. Which means it's my kitchen, so I get to choose--"

"It's OUR kitchen. WE have to choose, TOGETHER--"

"If you don't use it, you lose it. Immutable law of the cosmos."

"Oh, you are so--"

"I like the rose quartz..." you mutter.

They both glare at you like you've committed genocide. You clear your throat, and bow your head.

Just then, the doorbell rings. Thank Christ. When N-Mom answers it, you see Dad on the other side.

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finally caught up to yall, kings.
anyone got E1 at hand? wasnt able to finish it before the jannies decided to fuck shit up.

>>4753447
Based bickering gays

It's gonna be weird seeing Alabaster from outside his own PoV, not gonna lie

>>4753448
I gotcha
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/4723649

>>4753448
You can get it here senpai https://www.dropbox.com/s/mwv006wvthbaf01/Episode%201%20-%20Wesley%27s%20Bizzare%20Adenture.html?dl=0

>>4753448
Welcome aboard
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/4723649
>>4753447
>dad's home
aw yes.

>>4753447
DAD

>>4753447
I like granite but Kay is right, if you're the one doing the cooking then you should have control over the kitchen's appearance
>you see Dad on the other side
oh boy

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>>4753450
>>4753452
>>4753453
thanks for the quick replies, now I can add extra FQ to my FQ session

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>>4753450
>>4753452
>>4753453

Pardon me but you appear to have dropped something.

>>4753426
Downloading the RE8 demo.
I hate this stupid limited time crap Capcom loves doing with these.

>>4753455
The kitchen is a communal space, especially if it doubles as a dining room.
The real questions are what stone will flatter Kay's ass best, and will Alabaster try to inject his shit taste into the discussion.

>>4753466
>especially if it doubles as a dining room
Do remember that these two are rich as fuck, like everyone in the cast. This likely isn't the case.

>>4753426
Sipping on a mix of leftover Gin, Tequila and orange juice while watching Youtubes Vids.

I think I used too much Tequila.

>>4753469
The issue isn't too much Tequila, Anonymous-dono, it's too little of everything else.

>>4753468
They have chairs around the kitchen island. Someone's doing something there and it's probably eating.

>>4753466
>will Alabaster try to inject his shit taste into the discussion
Rose (quartz) wins?

>>4753473
Wash your fucking hair, Wes.

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"Well hidey-ho, neighborino," K-Mom says, joining her wife at the door. "What brings you all the way across the street?"

"Making sure you don't rip each other's throats out over the countertops," Dad says.

"Noelle told you, huh? Well, you're about half an hour too late. We're both throatless."

"Pity."

"What's that behind your back?" N-Mom says. "You look ridiculous." Fair cop. Dad has one hand conspicuously behind him, and it gives the impression of a toddler hiding a toy.

"It's big fat fucking spiky dragon dil-- hi Wes," Dad says, sputtering, as you approach the foyer and he spots you. He coughs. "Uh, how's school? I heard you're going to homecoming with someone."

"Will," you tell him.

"Yeah, but with who?" Dad asks.

"Will."

He thinks about that. It suddenly clicks. "Ohhh. Will. Amber's friend, right?" He looks at K-Mom.

"Don't start," K-Mom says.

"Are you gonna pull that dragon dildo from behind your back or what?" You ask. "I'm curious..."

He gives you a displeased look. Then, shrugging, he reveals what was actually hidden. It's a luscious arrangement of flowers: lilies, roses, camellias, and violets. He hands them to Noelle. "Happy anniversary," he says.

"Flowers?" N-Mom says. "That's pretty lame for a wedding anniversary, isn't it?"

"It's not my anniversary. I wasn't obligated to get you anything at all. And don't ever expect me to do it again, if that's how you're going to be about it."

N-Mom finds a vase and goes to the kitchen to fill it with some water. She might bitch, but she's smiling.

"You're right on time," K-Mom says. "I was about to get our anniversary meal started. You can stay and have some if you like." She rubs his arm. "Maybe stay the night..."

You shudder.

He steps in, and loosens his tie. "What's for dinner?"

"Surf and turf. Risotto. Asparagus. All prepared by yours truly, on counters soon to be made of beautiful, functional black slate."

"She means bluestone," N-Mom says, now in the living room, arranging the flower-filled vase in a central spot on the coffee table, spreading the flowers, making sure their buds are all open.

[ ] Stay for dinner.
[ ] Let them enjoy themselves without you. [sub-choice: catch Ophie and maybe Summer at the diner. / head back to your room for some hardcore gaming. / take that shower.]

>>4753484
>[x] Stay for dinner.

>>4753484
Good and cute

>[x] Stay for dinner.
C'mon Wes, celebrate your moms' anniversary.

>>4753484
>[x] take that shower
Wash your fucking hair, Wes!

>>4753484
It's their anniversary, let them enjoy it!

>[x] Let them enjoy themselves without you. [Take a shower and catch Ophie and Summer at the diner]

>>4753484

>[x]Stay for dinner

What kind of terrible daughter would we be if we didn't stay for dinner?

>>4753484
>[X] Stay for dinner.
Being an unwashed shut-in is family tradition!

>>4753484
>[X] Stay for dinner but take a fucking shower while Kay prepares it, I mean seriously

>>4753484
>[x] Stay for dinner.
>[x] Take a goddamn shower

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>>4753484
[X] shower, then
[X] dinner.
unusual actions might trigger rare scenes!

>>4753484
>"Surf and turf. Risotto. Asparagus. All prepared by yours truly, on counters soon to be made of beautiful, functional black slate."
>"She means bluestone," N-Mom says

Welp, this is a potential war zone. Time to get out of the crossfire.

>[ ] Let them enjoy themselves without you
> +take that shower.
> +hardcore gaming option, but at Kang's place.

>>4753506
>voting for girls we haven't met in character yet
Anonymous-dono...

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"That's what I was afraid of," Dad says, striding with purpose towards the kitchen. "Neither of you should be cooking. Not tonight."

"Because it's our anniversary?" K-Mom asks, smirking. "That's sweet of you. You're such a romantic."

"No. Because those cows and lobsters don't deserve to die in vain," Dad says, voice gruff, as he takes an apron from the hook on the wall and ties it behind his back. "I've tasted more than enough of your cooking. If I'm staying for dinner, I'm making it."

"You fucking ass," K-Mom spits.

N-Mom is more receptive. "Thank God," she says, kicking back on the sofa.

"Fuck you too, then!" K-Mom hollers. "Ingrates!"

Dad nods at you. "Are you eating with us?"

"You're cooking?" You ask. When he nods again, you say: "then sure. I'll have some."

"Why is your answer contingent on whether he's the one cooking?" K-Mom asks. Her face is red.

"I... you know-- one thing I should--" you fidget and play with your hair. You point towards the hall. "I should really take a shower..."

"You should," all three of your parents agree in unison. You wince.

When you start down the hall, K-Mom calls after you: "Learn how to respect me, Wes! You're not too old for spankings, you know! Remember that!"

You try to ignore her as you shut the bathroom door behind you and begin to strip. A nice, hot shower will do you some good. And since you're going to be alone, aurally shielded, and naked -- what better time to bust out your favorite back massager? You really need to take the edge off, after everything with Summer earlier in the day.

(please wait warmly)

>>4753511
Eh, worth a shot.

>>4753521
>"You should," all three of your parents agree in unison. You wince.
Ouch.

>>4753521
>"I... you know-- one thing I should--
Excuse me for a moment...

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>>4753521
>dad's back in the kitchen
>K-tards seething
>solo action incoming

>>4753433
I suppose its all deadbeats in here

[x] Let them enjoy themselves without you.
- [x] take a fucking shower
-- [x] use someones fancy shampoo

try your hardest to clean up and Summer is going to prey on us that much harder

>>4753521
Oh boy oh boy

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>>4753521

>Waiting warmly.

>>4753521
Waiting super fucking warmly.

>>4753535
there are at least 3 of us

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Doodled this for last thread but it got nuked before i could post

>>4753563
Nice!

>>4753563
Fuckin based

>>4753563
BEAUTIFUL

>>4753563
F L U F F Y
I want to poof her hair

>>4753484
>[x] Stay for dinner.
Let's fucking go!

>>4753563
You're doing God's work anon

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>>4753634
Thank you kindly.

Wes must have some truly disgusting hair to take this long to wash

>>4753637
Washing your hair with girlcum isnt exactly easy.

It only just dawned on me.

Alabaster *remembered his baby mommas' anniversary*.

He's *volunteering to cook for them*.

Our boy is all grown up.

>>4753484
Our boy is fucking back and hopefully here to stay!

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https://www.op-studios.net/fq-lewd-wes2

>>4753642
If we get more of AlaDadster, I desperately need to see supreme best girl MILF Rose

>>4753643
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

>>4753643

oh baby

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>>4753645
>MILF Rose

holy fuck this just hit me like a truck that is going to be amazing

>>4753643
Fantastic as always OP

>>4753643
Nice

>>4753645
Also Nice

>>4753645
Based

>>4753645
Charlotte already exists, anon

>>4753669
Imagine:
Two Charlottes

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The appetizing smells coming from the kitchen attract you there. Although K-Mom is a little better at cooking than N-Mom is (in the sense that K-Mom hasn't, at least yet, found a way to burn cereal) -- Dad's cooking can't be beat. He's the fucking iron chef, you're sure of it. He's stirring the cream into the pan with the risotto, while the steaks grill on an oil-coated griddle. You can see a cookie tray packed with blackening, butter-sweating asparagus spears inside the oven.

"Hungry?" Dad asks over his shoulder.

"You wouldn't believe it," you sigh, leaning against the counter opposite. "I'm starving."

"Yeah, well, after the sounds you were making in the shower, I'm not surprised."

Your eyes bulge. You choke on nothing. Dad cuts past and starts washing the whisk under the faucet beside you.

"I... I..."

"Thought you should know," he says. "If I can hear it, your mothers definitely can. They have better hearing than me."

All this time... the privacy you thought you had in the shower... the masking noise of the shower's rush... oh God. You get that trapped-in-a-pottery-kiln sensation again. You want to curl up into a little ball and die. God, god, god... god, fuck...

"It's fine, everyone does it," Dad assures you. "Just... be a little more discreet, yeah?"

He flips the steaks and uses a brush to paint them with some more oil. Taking the lobsters now, he plunges them into the pot of boiling water.

"How do you like your steak?" He asks.

You shake your head. Swallowing your mortification, you focus on the question: "Uh... well... I mean -- medium well."

"That's my girl," Dad says. "I knew I had to have at least one daughter with taste. But don't tell your mothers. As far as they're concerned? That's more embarrassing than the other thing." He grins at you.

"Sure."

"Dinner's in about ten. Why don't you grab some wine from the racks for your mothers and I. Chardonnay."

"Can-- I have some?" You ask.

"Absolutely not..." Dad barks. "...more than half a glass."

You look through the racks for the right bottle, and then shuffle out of the kitchen. You still want to die, but just a bit less than before.

>>4753669
But Charlotte isn't Rose. Besides, did we ever fuck Charlotte in 422?

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>>4753670
>Two Charlottes

>>4753672
>Medium Well
I TAKE IT BACK
ALABASTER, YOU SHIT

>>4753672
>Alabaster actually being a good dad

Who'd have fucking thought

>>4753643
Let's take a moment to reflect on how important promises are between friends.
>>4753669
Depending on the perspective, we're working with a rolling gradient of BR/NBR MILF yet to be seen in this (quite literally) universe.

>>4753672
Yep that’s the same old shit taste Ally alright

>>4753672
Based Dad. Bathrooms are basically echo chambers, and knowing this is imperative to sparring yourself all kinds of embarrassment

So is this going to be 100% yuri or are we taking after Dad and nabbing ourselves a trap?

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>>4753673
>did we ever fuck Charlotte in 422?

>>4753693
It was a genuine question anon, I don't remember. I'd assume so, but you know what they say about making assumptions

>>4753692
Where do you fit futa on that list?

>>4753693
Anonymous-dono... you should reread the OVA.

Remember, this a blue board that suitable for families and no hand holding

>>4753695
>you know what they say about making assumptions.

I'm... not sure I do.

>>4753699
They make an ass out of you and me, friend

>>4753703
Well I wouldn't want to assume that, now would I?

>>4753704
Certainly not, the irony would kill us both

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>>4753703
Hey, that's not what they say about assumptions at all!

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"Do I walk on two legs?" You ask.

"No," Dad says.

"...Do I walk on four legs?" You ask.

"Nope," N-Mom says.

"...but I am an animal?"

"You asked that," K-Mom says. "Yes."

"...Mammal?"

Dad nods.

"Uhh... a whale?"

"No," he says.

"Dolphin?"

"No."

"I have legs?"

"Yes," K-Mom says.

You roll your eyes skyward as if you'll be able to read the sticky note there. "...Am I... am I a person?"

"Yes!" K-Mom says, a bit more triumphant.

"You guys said I was an animal!" You shout.

"People are animals," Dad says. He takes a sip of wine.

N-Mom, a bit wine-drunk, croons and snaps her fingers: "You and me baby, we ain't nothing but mammals..."

These fucking jerks are doing you dirty. After you washed the dishes and everything. You could punch someone.

You take a moment to think it through. A person... who doesn't walk. "So I'm disabled," you say.

"Is that a question?" Dad asks.

"Yes."

"Then yes."

"Stephen Hawking."

"No..." N-Mom says, giggling.

"FDR."

Dad, K-Mom, and N-Mom aren't so smug now. They gawp.

"Look at miss smartypants over here," K-Mom says when she finds her words again, motioning at you. "Hole in 2. Nice."

"She saw right through our web of deceit," N-Mom adds. "Hey." She leans across the table and lays a hand lightly over yours. "Are you sure you don't want to be in the FBI when you grow up?"

"She's sure," K-Mom says. She leans in too. "She wants to be a reporter. Right? The world's hurting for some good ones."

"I want to go to bed," you grouse, pulling back, ripping the post-it from your forehead and crumpling it up.

"Would you like a ride to school in the morning?" Dad asks.

You toss the crumpled-up post-it at him. "Make it more obvious you're gonna be screwing my moms tonight, why don't you." You stand and stalk off. Your parents laugh after you.

>>4753706
God bless Whitney.

>>4753710
Getting some serious quiz-bowl practice vibes here

>>4753710
>Your parents laugh after you.
Wow, this feels more like there's three dads in the room. And I'm enjoying everything about it.

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>>4753710

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The next morning, walking to school with your sisters, you pass the parking spots near the front of the campus that are reserved for teachers. Talia, running as late you (what else is new?), is just pulling in.

Problem: Her parking spot is a little cramped this morning. A lot cramped. The teacher with the space on her right has parked way over the line. Whereas the space on her left is being illegally occupied by a box van, here to deliver sodas and snacks to the campus's vending machines. Such sugary, carbohydrate-y treats were banned from being sold at PAP until just recently, when the new regime made some changes.

Amber's face lights up when she sees the truck idling there. As the man pulls down an extensible ramp from the refrigerated cab and emerges with the first dolly stacked high with 12 oz. cans, Amber jogs up to him. Not so surreptitiously, she passes him a wad of bills.

"You are super on the ball with this shit," she says. "Make sure there's some black cherry Jolt in there, okay? And Faygo. And Fritos. And dill chips. I'm paying you enough, so don't let me down." He grunts his assent. Amber keeps yammering.

You're more interested in Talia's predicament. Her car does not seem like it will physically fit in the space allotted to her. Sure enough, her car's engine revs to a stop, and, though muffled, you hear an indicator ding followed by the computer alerting her: "Parking space obstructed. Remove obstruction or find a different space."

Face blank as ever, Talia presses a button on her dash. "Drive assist off. Manual control engaged."

She's gonna try to squeeze it in there.

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>>4753722
Ohhh man.

>>4753672
>>4753710
Love seeing this family stuff again, I missed this

>>4753722
Oh dear

>>4753722
I believe in you Talia!

So Alabaster is still fairly young at this point? Like around 35?

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Talia backs up and inches forward a couple-three times, trying to align the edges of her fender with the sides of each of the vehicles hedging her. Ophie, ever helpful, or maybe just practicing for a future career as an aircraft marshaller, stands at the curb and gives Talia hand signals to help her out, beckoning her to go or stop, adjust left or right, as necessary. With this help, and ample time to maneuver, Talia gets it centered. You cringe at the critical moment when she plunges it in, expecting to hear the shrill squeal of metal on metal. But nothing. The car glides smoothly in without a scrape.

A tighter fit is hard to imagine without any damage to the three vehicles. You squat to check: no daylight shines through the gaps between them.

Impressive. But what neither Talia nor Ophie have considered is--

Amber, aghast with anger, lightly pounds a palm against the hood of Talia's car. "You stupid bint! What are you gonna do now?"

"What?" Is Talia's reply, just as muffled by the windows as her car's computer was.

"How are you gonna get out? You're trapped! Bint!"

Talia presses another button on her dash, and her sunroof opens. Unclasping her seatbelt, and languidly guiding its retraction -- she then hauls herself up, gripping the edges of the sunroof, lifting her body up and out with such grace and speed that it's like she has no skeleton. She gets her legs beneath her, then slides, on her butt, down her windshield, across the hood, and upright onto the curbside, directly in front of Amber.

Amber is too taken aback to come up with a snarky rejoinder. Key fob in hand, Talia remotely closes her sunroof. She isn't smiling, she never smiles, but somehow you can tell that Talia is just so pleased with herself. Smug, even.

"That was..." you begin.

"It's my assigned space," Talia says. She frowns at Amber. "Tell your black market junk food dealer to mind the lines a bit better next time."

"Eat me."

Talia arches an eyebrow.

"Who trapped you on the other side?" You ask. You glance at the metal sign in front of the space to check who it's reserved for. "...Oh. That explains it."

Talia steps past Amber, and ushers Ophie towards the entrance. "Practice in the auditorium after school, right?" Talia asks.

"Mm. I will let the others know, as well..."

They whisper to one another about band practice as they disappear into the school.

"Fucking Berenstoin," Amber fumes. "Where does she get off?"

You shrug. "Gets off in her assigned space, I guess..."

Amber slaps you upside the head.

"Ow."

>>4753739
>"Who trapped you on the other side?" You ask. You glance at the metal sign in front of the space to check who it's reserved for. "...Oh. That explains it."

Who could it beeeee?

>>4753739
>You glance at the metal sign in front of the space to check who it's reserved for. "...Oh. That explains it."
I've never been this tense over something so unimportant

>>4753739
>"Who trapped you on the other side?" You ask. You glance at the metal sign in front of the space to check who it's reserved for. "...Oh. That explains it."

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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All day in class, Summer is giggly and over-talkative. Like she's trying to compensate with extra normalcy after the events of last night. Or maybe she's on edge about what she's anticipating for later, and gets a bad case of motormouth when she's anxious like that. She also asks you about 500 times whether you're coming to her game today. You really shouldn't -- you've got E-sports practice. But you figure she'll probably burst into your practice room and rape you in front of everyone if you don't.

Well...

She smells even more strongly of shay and cocoa butter than usual today. Her hair is brighter -- freshly dyed, fake blonde that she is. And a new sweater tied up around her waist, you figure -- you don't think you've seen it before. New pair of dorky socks hanging like discarded plastic bags off her calves.

She got herself all dolled up for you.

You glance down at your somewhat wrinkled, rumpled blouse and skirt. You feel like you've underdressed, even though you're both in uniform.

At one point in class, while you're focused on the board -- Summer reaches out without warning, and ruffles a hand through your hair. You jolt as if tazed, whipping your head around to glare at her. She giggles.

"Fluffy," she coos. "And Tea-y. ...How do you like it?"

"It tingles," you tell her. "...Uh. The shampoo."

"Hee," she laughs. "That's the point. Gets you all tingly."

"Yeah."

You face forward again.

"Do you like being tingly?" Summer asks. You don't answer her. For the 501st time today, then: "You'll be at my game, right?"

>>4753757
>New pair of dorky socks hanging like discarded plastic bags off her calves.
FUCK YOU THE SOCKS ARE HOT

so many people checking the chart rn, did i miss something?
also, Amelia:
>S stands for secret
>top tag: futa
nice.

>favourite mineral: Amber
I think I can smell what OP is cooking

>>4753757
Cute!

>>4753757
>Hee

oof.

>>4753758
D O R K Y

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>>4753765
>>4753770
This and Elf-san inspired me to get fit and be healthier by confirming the only way to get a thick dusky gf is to be /fit/

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also did some doodles it doesn't feel too long ago when i discovered quest

>>4753774
Nice anon, that looks great!

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Just because you pledged to be at the softball game, doesn't mean you can't squeeze in a teensy bit of practice after school.

You warn the team that you can only stop by for one match, which your coach Mr. S ascents to. "Better than nothing," he says, shrugging. "Get in quick though," he adds, motioning at the bank of PCs where the rest of the team is already queuing up in ranked pubs for some matches. They'll all be here gaming until 9 or 10 PM, probably. You wish you didn't have any prior commitments...

Wait. You're getting laid. Isn't that better than some game?

Mr. S sits back at his desk and enters spectate mode. It's a bit hard to see him in amongst all the lavish gifts and love-tokens he gets. The girls at PAP are just gaga over him. You guess he's cute enough, sure -- attractive in only the most strictly conventional sense -- but he has the personality of a 12 year old, and you're many things, but you aren't a shotacon.

Dad knew Mr. S from high school and says he used to be a real lardo. You have a hard time picturing it. He's as ripped as anyone. Looks like he'll pop out of his button-down at any second, and not because of a beer gut.

"Oh, by the way," you tell him. "You parked over the line."

"...What?"

"You parked over the line. Ms. Berenstoin's car could barely fit in her space this morning."

"Oh. Oops. Still getting used to the Lambo. Hey, did you see the custom plates?"

You did. They say NARUT8. You're guessing NARUTO and NARUT0 were both taken. But maybe he could have come up with something closer... MARUTO?

What are you even thinking... he could have come up with something not related to fucking Naruto. That'd be the place to start.

You take your customary seat next to your co-captain. Lily is as bright and sun-shiny as always: "Just one game? Late to your hentai doujins? Or just scared of losing rank?"

"Actually, the plural is just doujin," you correct her as you put on your headphones. "And yeah. With you on the team... definitely scared of losing rank."

She flips you the bird, without tearing her eyes from her monitor.

>>4753774
You're back! I love you!

>>4753774
Cute and blessed

Good shit, anon

>>4753777
>Mr. S
Oh god please no.

>>4753777
Of course. Of COURSE.

>>4753777
NO
NOOOOOO

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>>4753777
>>4753783
oH PLEASE YES

>>4753780
... You're great. You know that?

>>4753759
"Favorite Greek God" is pretty telling.

Other readers thinking we'll have some updates, maybe?
"Sleeping position" is new (to me) on the chart. So is the "Is it Gay though?" page.

>>4753774
>>4753780
Nice to see these again.

>>4753780
This is fantastic!

>>4753777
Is Naruto even a thing 15 years after the birth of Wesley? Where could it even go?

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>>4753563
>>4753774
>>4753780
Just want to take a moment to appreciate this fucking fantastic art. I am always floored, and humbled, when people come by with such high-quality fan content for this quest. I love you with all my heart!

I'll be putting these on the site, and probably tweeting them out, too. They're gorgeous.

>>4753793
Well obviously Olivia still needs to be added. Other than that, OP just can't stop himself from updating it constantly.

>>4753797
Studio DEEN reboot series.

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>>4753776
>>4753778
>>4753779
>>4753792
>>4753793
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>>4753798
ty, really i missed this.

Forgot one

>>4753799
>Studio DEEN reboot series.
Netflix live action adaptation

>>4753803
hnnnnnnnnnng

>>4753777
Is he buff in 422 as well?

>>4753803
TOMMY MOMMY TOMMY MOMMY

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You've got 10 kills on the board right now. That's about the only good news. Your jungler is calling for heals, and his DPS is dropping like a stone. Meanwhile, the rival team is about to get their third care package, which they'll almost certainly use to demolish your Titan. Your ink is running low, and since wavedashing is off by default in Master Diamond rank, you have to use a shoto, which doesn't pair too well with such a hitscan heavy meta. On top of all that, your opponents are rocket jumping and headshotting with such precision that you think they might be hacking. In fact, you even sus--

"Lily..."

A whispery, wispy twig of a girl is all of a sudden standing to your right (Lily's left). You think this girl's name is Marceline, but you aren't quite sure. You used to remember the names of Lily's girlfriends. That was 10 or 15 girlfriends ago. Marceline... Marianne? No. Mariko? Hmm. Mo...lybdenum?

Nah.

It's an M name, though, that much you're certain of.

Msomething stands there expectantly, gripping her purse's straps in front of her, her face twisting into a mask of soul-hollowing sadness. She fights the tears, but the longer Lily ignores her in favor of the match, the more difficult the battle against crying becomes.

"Lily," she repeats. Her voice quavers.

"Yeah. I'm listening."

"You haven't -- haven't answered me since..." Msomething stutters.

Lily waits for her to go on.

"You were..." Msomething begins, but trails off with a whimper.

"What?" Lily barks. "Say it. Use your talk parts."

"I gave you my v-- my virginity..."

"Oh," Lily says. She finally pays Msomething the minor dignity of glancing at her. It's only a quick up-down, Lily's eyes scanning her a single time before swiveling back to the game in progress. "Congrats," Lily says.

"I've been texting you--" Msomething says.

"My phone still works."

"Why didn't you--"

Lily takes a death in the game, and she reacts with the same guttural rage as always: "WHERE'S MY HEALER? STOP FUCKING FEEDING!" She yells to you and the rest of the team. Then, hair flipping, she snarls at her spurned, now-ex gf: "Quit messing with my concentration. I got your stupid texts. Don't call me. I'll call you. Okay?"

"O-oh... okay..." Msomething takes a couple halting steps back, then in a convulsion of sobs, she runs from the room.

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"You're a real bitch with your girlfriends," you tell Lily.

"Avery wasn't a girlfriend. She was a one-night stand. Which I made abundantly clear at the time, but some people just don't learn shit. Not my problem." She pounds the desk: "STOP FUCKING FEEDING! GODDAMN IT!"

"Language," Mr. S says.

"FUCK YOU."

Mr. S murmurs and glances away.

"I knew I'd lose rank playing with you," you say, getting a bit salty yourself.

"Oh, do not even right now. If I didn't have to carry your dumb ass, we'd be in the lead. We're gonna get kickbooted from Master Diamond at this rate."

You DC.

"The fuck are you doing?" Lily shouts as you stand and gather your things.

"Leaving for prior commitments."

"How are we supposed to manage without our tank?"

You shrug. "I don't know. Do something. Kill something." You breeze past, and out the door.

[ ] Go straight to the softball game. Don't want to keep Summer waiting.
[ ] Check out Ophie and Talia's band practice.
[ ] See what's up with quiz bowl first.
[ ] Blow the whole thing off, go home. Summer's reaction will be priceless.

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>>4753815
Ouch. That's, uh... ouch.

>>4753815
>that entire first paragraph
Now I have cancer, thanks OP!

What the fuck, Lily?

>>4753815
Aww man, poor Msomething

It is now 4:22 AM!

>>4753820
[x] Check out Ophie and Talia's band practice.
This sounds extremely cute, plus pushing Summer is a surefire win-win

>>4753820
>[x] Check out Ophie and Talia's band practice

I have GOT to see this.

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All for now. The vote can continue, but I'm gonna call it for tonight. More tomorrow (not tomorrow tomorrow... tomorrow.) Hopefully.

>>4753820
>[x] See what's up with quiz bowl first.

[ ] Go straight to the softball game. Don't want to keep Summer waiting.

>>4753820
>[X] Go straight to the softball game. Don't want to keep Summer waiting
4.22

>>4753828
You make a compelling point.

>>4753820
>[x] Check out Ophie and Talia's band practice.

>>4753831
Nighto, OP. Good thread!

>>4753815
Is this where we slide in and pick up M.*

>>4753820
>[X] Go get raped by Summer

>>4753831
Thanks for everything OP, until next time!

>>4753831
Thanks for running, OP-sama! See you soon!

>>4753815
>That was 10 or 15 girlfriends ago. Marceline... Marianne? No. Mariko? Hmm. Mo...lybdenum?
Ah yes, Molly D. Heard she gets real slippery.

>>4753803
Unf. I want to be sandwiched between those milfs.

Excellent, as always. Thanks again, for all you do.

>>4753820
>[ ] Go straight to the softball game. Don't want to keep Summer waiting.

>>4753831
Thanks for the fun thread OP!

>>4753820
>[X] Check out Ophie and Talia's band practice.
This, but the r̶a̶p̶e softball game needs to be seen to.

>>4753831
Thanks for the run OP. Looking forward to it.

>>4753820
[X] See what's up with quiz bowl first.

IS there a desu or suptg link to the 1st thread? Might get into this.

>>4753854
see
>>4753450

>>4753815
>10 kills on the board right now
Just wiped out tomato town?

>>4753855
Awesome. Thanks!

>>4753861
>you will never chug jug with Wesley and Amber

why even live

fuck you, it won't leave my head

>>4753854
if this is your first Fuck Quest, you're like four seasons behind

Everything is archived there
https://www.op-studios.net/fq

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>>4753854
>>4753864
To tack onto this:

You won't need to read the entire rest of FQ to understand this story, since it's written to stand on its own, but you'll of course miss callbacks and deeper lore references.

S1 of the original FQ is its own thing, unfinished.

S2-4 are a rebooted timeline, and this quest is a continuation from that storyline.

Me personally, I would recommend beginning with S2, but a lot of people really enjoy the first, unfinished season.

I've missed Scarlett and Charlotte. I hope Wes gets to pay them a visit soon.

I just now realized the offline archive I made last thread got deleted too, so here it is again if anyone wants it. It's all up to date, with the new OP and ED too

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/oot9uspsv4oy2ke/AACK_3nudDw5iioLuITbZwAWa?dl=0

>>4753774
I want Noelle to bully me!

>>4753820
>[ ] Check out Ophie and Talia's band practice.

>>4753521
>"You should," all three of your parents agree in unison. You wince.
Thank God. Good on all you for scrubbing the neet.
>>4753643
How is this useless girl so cheeky? I'm hope this carries over to esports.
>>4753803
>when the Carte genes kick in
I was suppressing my Whitney want, but no longer.
>>4753831
Thanks OP.


>>4753820
>[ ] Go straight to the softball game. Don't want to keep Summer waiting.

Also, MY BOY STACKS IS BACK.

>>4753737
I think he's in that closer to 40 than 35 range. My estimate for WBA is between '32-'36, erring earlier because Guy is still up and about and apparently doing well.

Also, just checked the chart
>Talia Shoshona Berenstoin
We can't let OP keep getting away with this.

Suggestions for THE CHART:
>Sid Meier's Civilization main
>Favourite Roman emperor
>Favourite dinosaur/extinct species
>Body part they're most proud of

>>4753831
Thank again OP for bringing us these new episodes, really enjoying both the plot and the 'plot' so far.

In fact, how do people like having a so far very M main character? I'm really loving it myself, nice change of pace from Ally~

Fuck you OP chugjug’s fukken stuck in my head again.

>>4754618
Honestly really digging it.

I still remember the shitstorm from S1 when Rose assblasted Ally. Glorious.

>>4754648
>I still remember the shitstorm from S1 when Rose assblasted Ally. Glorious.
The other thing that kind of split people was any watersport scene, though I think later people just didn't care all that much and at any rate OP often made two version with and without.
As we can see here, they're still very much a fan.

>>4754618
It definitely allows for a dynamic that we didn't usually get to see. I enjoy it, but if there is ever a scene where Wes gets to explore her dom side, i would enjoy that too

>>4754618
I think it's alright but I do very much miss playing Alabaster. I liked it in season 4 where we switched between him and Amber every so often instead of it being straight lesbian all the way through. Not that I dislike lesbian by any means though

>>4754682
I'd enjoy that too, variety is always nice.
>>4754683
I do wonder if we'll stay gay the whole way through,
>Summer's eyes dart down towards the reservoir tip poking from one end of the cucumber. She glances back at Ms. Berenstoin. "I don't think Wes is gonna need the lesson," she says.

>Ms. Berenstoin looks at you.

>"Y-yeah," you agree. "But... we'll be quiet. Sorry, Ms. Berenstoin."

certainly seems to hint at that.

>>4754695
Maybe she'll get futa'd? Maybe in this future Renee's passion for transhumanism has led to attachable biomechanical dongs for women

>>4754683
I do hope we get at least some hetero action, lesbian sex is boring to me and I'm not big on futa

>>4754695
Oh, don't get me wrong. Wes is a super gay girl, even more than her mothers

>>4754702
Agreed, lesbian loses a little spice when it's all that happens. That's why I like the perspective switches from last season

>>4754702
> lesbian sex is boring to me
It's funny really, I'm usually the same in that while I like yuri, for porn lesbian stuff does nothing normally. But OP has that way of writing that can get me into it still, I've loved the scenes so far.
>>4754708
>Wes is a super gay girl, even more than her mothers
Though this very night her mothers will be getting some D from her masterchef dad...

>>4754618
Wesley is her own person and OP Studios has made her more endearing by giving her some backbone this episode, rubbery thought it may be.
Good use of soft power in the shower scene, letting Wes embrace being a bit of a cheeky cunt. Hoping for more of that so she doesn't get tossed about by the winds of fortune worse than her dad and co.

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Interesting discussion. I've vacillated internally on whether Wes should get hetero sex options. I love yuri, but Wes is the kind of girl who really could use some dicking down, too. My basic concern is that having her pursue any guys would be really controversial, but there are options in the future.

As for Wesley's personality, we have to remember that her father was a pushover in high school too. Alabaster grew as a person along with realizing that he was desired. The constant sex is probably good for self esteem. Wesley is not a clone of her father, but we do see that she's capable of being cheeky. Let's all pray for her to become her best self!

>>4754855
Before you tally up please add one for band class.

>>4754855
I honestly prefer no. Going after and sleeping with a bunch of guys seems like it'll turn too many people off for very little plus. Cute girls are way better

>>4754855
All in on Wes getting dicked down from her POV would be very hot

Except there's so few guys right now that the choices would be... Alabaster, or worse, Stacklechad

>>4754855
Ehhhh, unless if it's with Alabaster I'd rather not

>>4754855
I'd favor tossing in some guys, but echoing >>4754877 Wesley isn't a maneater so the role would probably be limited in scope, one or two, an actual acquaintance and/or a bully-type. Both have their own advantages and drawbacks.
It seems that, at least as far as interpersonal relationships go, Wesley has a leg up on her father and a lot of this is a mix of willful rebellion and her own developed awkwardness. It's nice and makes me wonder if the slant on her behavior is genetic or environmental.

>>4754867
Understood. I'll be closing the vote and writing some over the next little bit.

>>4754855
We need a retcon with Anna getting a child as well that’s a boy to continue with the incest family tradition. If it’s not in the family I think Wes is fine with cute girls.

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>>4754920
(and by that, I mean that it'll be a few hours since I also have a couple other things to attend to.)

>>4754855
Her father was a pushover in highschool and became the most important person in history. I look forward to following Wes's journey of self-discovery and degeneracy!

>>4754855
Give her a trap option, straight trap is underrated

Super Dimensional Fortress Fuck Quest will be Makoto's time to shine.

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I am extremely curious about who is the third member of the Tone Police II: Secret of the Ooze

>>4755417
>bloom
Just Boom, Anonymous-dono. Still good though.

>>4755425
Fucking trees, they're just overgrown flowers. It's the same thing.
Corrected for future posting anyway.

>>4754855
Male bully Rose please

>>4755452
That's just Auburn though, and nobody likes him.

>>4755453
Amber seems to like him well enough. As much as Amber can like anyone.

>>4754855
I feel that if a male dynamic will be introduced, he will need to at least be in the same chaotic footing as Amber.

So in summary, genderbend.

>>4755217
I'm partial to Nymphogear FQ myself.

>>4755459
Mostly as a punching bag, I'd think.

>>4755463
hitting someone is Amber's way of saying hello.

The only guy I really see on the table is Will, and even then it's not clear if he's into chicks at all (or if Wes would be into him). I think Wes and Ally would be kind of distasteful, although I might be in the minority on that. Personally I'm rooting for a trans girl to dick Wes down.

>>4754701
So ready for Renee to invent the Monsoon dick

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Sorry all. I passed out. Been running a bit ragged lately. Writing now.

>>4755491
Oof. Ganbatte!

>>4755491
Stay strong OP-sama!

>>4755491
>Sorry all. I passed out
Damn if I don't know that feeling...going with little sleep and early mornings makes that happen to me.
Patiently awaiting FQ to read at work!

>>4755555
Nice quads.

>>4755581
You forgot a digit.

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From Mr. S's class to the baseball field takes you past PAP's auditorium, so you decide to poke your head in. Ophie and her band are on the lighted stage. Ophie herself with her Fender Stratocaster, Talia on synthesizer, Will at the drumkit. And a boy you don't recognize on bass. He's a stranger not because you've never seen Ophie play, but because the position of bassist in this group is a revolving door. Judging by how nervous this kid looks, he won't even last to the Denali Grand Opening.

These are the Tone Police. Or should you say: Tone Police II. Aunt Whitney, Ophie's mom, spearheaded the original group. Ophie is just picking up where mommy left off.

You've caught them in the midst of a song. Ophie, boomer at heart, has a few Beatles covers in her repertoire. Sadly, even with Ophie and Talia swapping singing duties between lines, they don't match Lennon's charisma:

"I am the the egg man," Talia says flatly.

"They are the egg men," Ophie says.

"I am the walrus."

"Goo goo gah joob."

Will really goes to town on the drums, working so hard that sweat scatters off his body in manifold arcs with every strike of his drumsticks. He puts his whole body into it, grooving out and letting the rhythm take him. It gives the cover a percussive flare the original didn't have. Yet even that cannot whitewash the dead-fish lyricism of the group's frontwomen, or the even icier sheen of their electro-synth instrumentation. You're drawn in, it's true. It's just not the most lively thing you've ever heard.

There's no accounting for taste, though: "WOOOO! YEAH!" A voice cries out from the front row, and holds a Bic lighter high in the air.

As you make your way down the central aisle between seats, you get a better view of the groupie. Aunt Whitney. Of course.

>>4755616
SHE'S HERE

>>4755616
MUH

M U H

>>4755616
SHE'S BACK BAYBEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>4755616
Whitney!

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She isn't the only one who showed up to watch. Aunt Vivian is here as well, along with Renee. In the row of seats behind them, you spy even more family. There's Nelson Berenstoin, Talia's uncle. Beside Nelson, his employer, David Darkbloom -- Ophie's grandfather. David wears a giant foam finger that he lightly waves back and forth.

Since Aunt Whitney is swinging her lighter in a wider and more erratic arc, and screaming practically at the top of her lungs, you decide to hang back by David and Nelson.

"Crabalocker fishwife," Ophie says with nary a lilt or intonation.

"Pornographic priestess," Talia says. She sees you and meets your eyes. You don't like the look she gives you as she says: "Boy, you've been a naughty girl. You let your knickers down."

"Man, she's changed so much," Nelson says. "I barely recognize her."

"Ophie or Talia?" David asks.

Nelson makes a face.

"Oh, Wesley," David says as you take a seat a couple places down from him. Aunt Vivian turns and nods at you. Aunt Whitney and Renee are, for their part, too enthralled to notice. Renee is getting in on the WOOOO-ing now, too, as the music swells. You'll go deaf even from here.

"Have you seen Amber?" Vivian asks.

"She should be at quiz bowl practice," you say.

"So I surmised. I was hoping it wouldn't be the case."

"Why?"

"Alabaster and Rose are there too. I am a bit weary of their bickering right now, so I did not want to suffer it just for the sake of seeing Amber." She stands and dusts the backside of her ostentatious dress off. Even an elite private academy like PAP is a bit beneath her, in her view, and she obviously feels dirty hanging around here. Plus she's minding the dress. A getup like that probably runs in the high 4 figure range -- overkilling it, as always, for a simple social visit to see her niece.

"I will meet you back at home," Vivian tells Whitney, but Whitney isn't paying attention.

David's eyes follow Vivian out. In your entire life, the number of words you and David Darkbloom have exchanged must total fewer than 100. He intimidates you. And you get a somewhat judgmental sense from him -- like he doesn't like you. But you somehow feel compelled to make small talk, sitting so close to him. You start simple: "Uhhh. How's it going?"

"Hmm? Oh, so-so. You look well. Your hair is nicer than usual."

Always with the hair... "You, uh, look good too. Have you been dieting?"

David doesn't answer. "This music is just fantastic. Wouldn't you say? Are you excited for Ophelia's concert, too? It's so great that one of her sisters supporting her."

"I'm surprised to see you guys all here," you tell him. "Just for a practice session--"

"Well, Friday is their first real concert. Ophelia won't let on, but she is so nervous over it that she can hardly sleep! Or so Whitney tells me. We want to give her some encouragement."

The song is winding down. "ENCORE! ENCORE!" Renee is hooting. "BRAVO! BRAVO!" Whitney chimes in. Is there such a thing as too much encouragement?