FIRST FOR BULLYING

>>4827485
I am HERE to FEAR

>>4827485
Assemble the Bully Rangers!

BOOKS! GOSH I SURE DO LOVE BOOKS!

>>4827485
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder
One of the bullies saying,
'Come and see.' and I saw, and behold a tanned girl

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Olivia is sitting at a window seat when Winter plops down next to her. Olivia has watched during the entire journey as Winter terrorized their fellow passengers, the porters, and -- when the train passed across the border -- the customs agents. Now it's Olivia's turn. But Olivia isn't scared -- actually, she's interested.

Winter leans back in the aisle seat beside Olivia, reclining with fingers interlinked behind her head as she sighs deeply to herself. "You don't mind, right?" Winter says.

"Oh, of course not."

"So what's your deal?" She asks Olivia, lolling her head, still resting on her mated palms.

"I'm a bookseller," Olivia says. "I've been going around the globe doing some research. This here--" she hefts a heavy tome in her lap "--is a first edition of Vitus Bering's Account of the First Kamchatka Expedition, long thought lost -- and containing expurgated sections detailing the sighting of unidentified islands--"

Winter is beginning to snore.

No matter for Olivia. "Would you like a bonbon?" She asks the girl.

Winter raises one eyelid, though still pretends to snore. Olivia pulls from her coat pocket a foil-wrapped chocolate cherry, which she twists between thumb and fingers as if displaying a priceless jewel to a prospective buyer. Winter snatches it from her before Olivia can have the chance to reconsider the offer.

"Where are you going?" Olivia asks.

"Palo Alto..." Winter says. She unwraps the candy and pops it into her mouth. Biting down, making a satisfied little "un" at the give of it and the explosion of cherry liqueur in her mouth -- this treat is alcoholic -- she smiles dopily. A little strand of the syrup dribbles off her lower lip.

"Oh, really?" Olivia says. "I'm heading to Palo Alto too!"

Winter slowly nods. "What a coincidence."

Olivia turns towards the window again. "These mountains are gorgeous. They have a resonance to them, don't you agree? Like they hum at the same low frequency as the Himalayas, the Alps, the Caucasus... a leyline connecting the Earth's deepest magicks. Humans first connected with the divine in mountain caves..."

"Are you in a cult or something, lady? You sound like a total creep."

"What do you do for a living?" Olivia asks.

"Huh?" Winter grunts. "Are you blind? Do I look like a worker? I'm fifteen."

Olivia waits patiently for the answer to her actual question.

"I go to school," Winter explains, slowly, as if speaking to an invalid.

"I see," Olivia hums. She pulls a second candy from her pocket. "Would you like a bonbon?"

Winter is a little perturbed that Olivia asks the question as if she never offered the first one. Still, she can't say no to free food. She snatches the bonbon just as quickly as she did the first.

>>4827485
WE'RE LIVE PAL

>>4827508
Oh gosh oh man oh geez

>>4827508
>First Kamchatka Expedition
>containing expurgated sections detailing the sighting of unidentified islands
Haha, worry...

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"Don't you want to take off your jacket, at least?" Winter says through a full mouth. "Trying to sweat off that fat ass of yours? Staying ready in case you have to climb any magic mountains?"

"I'm not feeling hot," Olivia says.

"You--" Winter begins, but drops it. At least this woman has a more interesting personality than the rest of the travelers she's been pestering so far. "So why are you going to Palo? Starting a new coven?"

"My store is there," Olivia tells her. "So is my girlfriend!"

"Woah," Winter says. "You swing that way, huh?"

"I live there."

"I mean -- forget it." Winter holds a palm in front of her face, lazily turning it this way and that, examining it as she continues, "I could never be with girls. At least not just girls. I need someone who can blow my back walls out, you know?"

Winter expected that this, at least, would get a rise from Olivia. Olivia just nods and holds up an index finger. "Oh, I see what you mean! But that's no problem for me. She has a penis, too."

Winter freezes, her hand still aloft, her jaw hanging open. After a few long and quiet moments, she slowly curls her fingers and lets her arm fall back to her lap, and hinges her gaping mouth shut again.

"Was that too much information?" Olivia asks, sounding upset. "Have I alienated you?"

"I'm sorry I bothered you," Winter says hurriedly, and tries to stand. Olivia stays her by grabbing her wrist.

"I do that to people sometimes," Olivia says. "You know, I think you're annoying the other riders, so why don't you stay put and we can talk about things other than my girlfriend's penis?"

>>4827508
I already love these two

>>4827523
>"My store is there," Olivia tells her. "So is my girlfriend!"
Ohh?

> "Oh, I see what you mean! But that's no problem for me. She has a penis, too."
OHHHH

>>4827523
>we can talk about things other than my girlfriend's penis?
y tho?

>>4827523
WELP

CONFIRMED

>>4827523
Oh wow, Olivia's a stealth bully all along!

>>4827523
>"You know, I think you're annoying the other riders, so why don't you stay put and we can talk about things other than my girlfriend's penis?"
I'm on board with 50% of this plan

>>4827523
Mommyfutadom Amelia when??

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"How about this," Winter grumps, sitting with a thud. "I am so freaking sick of this stupid train. And we've got like 24 hours before we get there. Why couldn't dad have sprung for a plane ticket like a normal person? Instead I get stuck on this never-ending train ride with weirdos like you."

"You... want to get there faster?" Olivia asks.

"Yes!"

Olivia puts a forefinger to her chin and lets out a low, contemplative hmm. "I'll see what I can do," she says, standing. She sets her book on the seat. "Watch that for me, please."

Winter chortles. "What are you gonna do? Gonna cast a magic spell?"

Olivia doesn't answer. She squeezes between Winter's knees and seats in front of them, waddling out. Winter can't help but find Olivia's exotic-smelling perfume, redolent of fig blossoms and rosewater, intoxicating if not overpowering. And the way Olivia's butt strains against her pants makes Winter a little jealous.

"Be back in jiff!" Olivia promises from the aisle, bowing a bit with her hands on knees to look Winter in the eye.

Winter waits, expectations low. She stares at the book Olivia left behind, its gold leaf pages and ancient-looking leather binding. Talk about a low, humming resonance -- she feels somehow compelled to reach for it -- to page through it and unlock its mysteries, as boring as she thought they were--

"We'll be getting there tonight, after all," Olivia says, shocking Winter out of her reverie.

"I-- but... how did you do that?"

"Magic!" Olivia says, squeezing by to take her seat again. When this draws only a confused gawk, she adds, "kidding, kidding! I only went up to the conductor and asked him whether he would mind going faster. He said oh sure."

"What!" Winter howls. "You can't just -- ask a conductor to drive his train faster! ... Can you? Is that a thing?"

"He said oh sure," Olivia repeats, a confused lilt to her voice. "And then he sped up. So..."

In the awkward silence that follows, Olivia reaches into her breast pocket. "Would you like a bonbon?"

"No thank you," Winter says, a rare first.

Olivia eats the thing herself, then. "I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Olivia Bosphorus. I'm a bookseller."

"You told me."

"Oh. I must have forgotten your name, then. I do that sometimes."

Winter extends a hand to shake. "Winter Denali."

But Olivia's ditzy smile evaporates. Instead of returning the handshake, she stands. "I should be going," she says, voice solemn and somber. She pulls her bags from the stowage overhead and slips into a different train compartment, leaving Winter totally perplexed.

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

>>4827545
Bahaha
I love her already

>>4827545
Olivia was really just gonna wine and dine that kid huh

Team Space Cadets, lifting off!
Gosh she's so great.

>>4827545
wew boy, I'm more excited than ever.

>>4827545
>But Olivia's ditzy smile evaporates. Instead of returning the handshake, she stands. "I should be going," she says, voice solemn and somber.

W O R R Y

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"Is it really you?" Amelia says.

"Who else would it be?" Olivia replies, fighting free of her coat, and trying to hang it on a coat rack as she passes. But she drops it on the ground by accident, and doesn't break her stride. "You haven't answered my letters in so long! Are you doing all right?"

Amelia glances away, and stares off to the side.

"I want to get this place back in business," Olivia says. "Ship-shape! You've done so wonderfully with keeping it up for me."

"Are you here to stay?" Amelia asks, still averting her gaze.

Olivia blinks. "Why wouldn't I be?"

In an instant, Amelia is on her feet, across the room, and hugging Olivia. She grabs Olivia about the midsection, drooping to her knees to do so, and holding on to her like a little kid begging mommy not to go to work. She presses the side of her face to Olivia's spongy tummy. You had no idea Amelia was involved with anyone -- and so passionately, too. Olivia, surprised, but happily so, holds her hands up by her face, elbows cocked, and smiles down at Amelia. Then, seeming to realize something, she startles. Idly petting Amelia, she addresses you: "did you come here for rare books, miss? I have lots to choose from! Feel free to browse the selection! I'll stay open as long as you like -- just for you!"

"I'm--" you begin.

Tyrus kicks the door in. The three of you jump in fright and shirk back. He stomps through the doorway, kicking and making threatening motions at Gideon Denali, who crawls forward on hands and knees like an abused dog, almost slipping with how fast he's going. In one hand, Tyrus has the book that Gideon took from Amelia. In the other, he has a gun. When Tyrus comes to a stop, Gideon, exhausted and terrified, rolls onto his back and shields his face.

>>4827561
>In an instant, Amelia is on her feet, across the room, and hugging Olivia. She grabs Olivia about the midsection, drooping to her knees to do so, and holding on to her like a little kid begging mommy not to go to work.
D'awww

>Tyrus kicks the door in. The three of you jump in fright and shirk back. He stomps through the doorway, kicking and making threatening motions at Gideon Denali, who crawls forward on hands and knees like an abused dog, almost slipping with how fast he's going.
AAAA

>>4827561
you can always count on Tyrus.

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Olivia is positively bugeyed. "Sir...? I'm quite happy that you've chosen to visit Bosphorus Rare Books, but -- violence is strictly prohibited on these premises! I'll have you know I cast a warding spell that prevents any and all violence from--"

"That so?" Tyrus says. He fires his gun into the ground right between Gideon's legs. It leaves a singed hole in the dark wood. Pulverized splinters scatter like the ejecta of a meteor collision. You scream.

"Amelia--!" Olivia shouts. "Haven't you been salting the entryway every full moon like I instructed?"

Amelia shakes her head -- out of frustration more than anything.

"Don't worry, lady," Tyrus says. "I'm not here to do any violence. Just want you to keep your head on straight, because some people might be." He glowers at Gideon. Gideon glowers back. Tyrus ignores it. "Anyway, I think this book belongs to you." He hands that Russian diary to Amelia, who haltingly accepts it.

"Thank you..." she mutters, sounding uncertain.

Tyrus flips the tails of his coat up and holsters his gun in his trousers. He beckons for Gideon to stand. Gideon obeys, keeping his hands in the air to show that he poses no threat. He looks to you for help. "You're Wesley, right? You were with my daughter the other night. Please -- don't let this crazy person do... whatever it is he wants to do to me."

>>4827574
>Please -- don't let this crazy person do... whatever it is he wants to do to me."
Yeah nah fuck off mate, you pointed a gun at our girl so you'll get what's coming to you.

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Lily bounds through the open front door. She has a gun of her own. She points it wildly all around "Who was blasting? Stay away from my dad and my g-- my dad!"

Olivia peers around Tyrus. "Hello and welcome to Bosphorus Rare Books! We're a bit busy right now, but you can come back tomorrow!--"

"Lily. Get back in the fuckin' car. Or I will whoop you so hard you won't be able to sit for a week."

"Who are you?" Lily demands of Olivia.

"I'm Olivia Bosphorus! I'm a seller of rare books!" Blinking like she just remembered something, she says: "Wait. Gideon... what are you doing here?"

Amelia folds her arms. "Oh, he was just putting a gun to my head so I'd translate old texts for him. That's all."

Olivia decks him. Doesn't even think twice before doing it. He stumbles, but remains upright -- and with Tyrus still there to act as enforcer, he wouldn't think of hitting back.

"Forgetting to salt the entryway paid off, after all," Olivia says with a smile. Gideon nurses his busted lower lip. A trickle of blood seeps from it.

"What does a glorified street thug like you want to do with this?" He asks Tyrus. He tugs his shirt to straighten it and stands tall -- show of bravado after all the abuse he's been subjected to.

"Your old friends went after your little kid -- they kidnapped her," Tyrus says. Gideon's face turns ashen. "Don't worry. I extracted her. You can thank me later. But then those motherfuckers put a gun on my little kid. So to answer your question? I want fuck all to do with this, but I'm deeply entrenched in it now. And now that I got you, I'm about to drop you off with those Instrumentalist wackos so they leave the rest of us the hell alone."

"They'll kill him," Olivia says. "They're a violent sort."

"Sounds like a him problem to me," Tyrus sneers.

"It'll be a you problem soon enough," Gideon says.

"Shouldn't we... get some answers first?" You try. You step forward. All eyes turn on you -- it makes you want to melt.

"Ain't no answers here," Tyrus says. "Summer's old man ran foul of his fellow cultists. You want to keep your girlie safe? Let me take it from here."

"Why do they want you?" You ask Gideon.

"He's right," Gideon says, as he and Tyrus continue to size one another up, staring down the bridges of their noses. "They want to kill me. I'm an apostate. The moment they lay hands on me, I'm dead. But... at least my family will be safe." He glances back at you. "Keep Summer out of trouble, okay? And send her all my love." He motions for Tyrus to lead the way.

[ ] Let Tyrus hand Gideon over to the Instrumentalists.
[ ] We should let him go.

>>4827583
>Olivia decks him.
BASED

>[x] Let Tyrus hand Gideon over to the Instrumentalists.
Maybe if he hadn't pulled a gun last episode, I would've been more sympathetic.

>>4827583
Intrigue is fun and all but I really have zero sympathy for Gideon at this point

>>4827583
>[ ] We should let him go.
I don't like the implications of that exchange in the middle.

>>4827583
Either seems bad for the moment. Any way to get Gideon under close watch until we figure out the full story? Maybe leave this matter to the police?

>>4827583
>[x] Take him into custody, let his family decide.

>>4827591
I like this. At the very least we should press him for a very detailed explanation before we decide whether to throw him to the lions.

>>4827583
>[] Let him go.
I understand the custody peeps, but I don't want him anywhere near us when the cultists come knocking again, and the police will probably be useless.

[x] Let him go, but demand to know what’s up with this cult and how it will affect you/Summer

Yeah or nah?

FBI mommy?

>>4827583
>[x] We should let him go.

and then tail him, obviously. if you just hand Gideon over, you learn nothing

>>4827583
>[ ] We should let him go

>>4827605
If that's the reasoning, then I guess I can get behind this one. Just as long as he isn't getting anyone else involved, hopefully.

>>4827583
>[ ] We should let him go.
But tail him.

If we're letting him go, can we at least take his gun?

If we just let him go, he is immediately going to start causing more problems for us. And I don't think the cult is going to suddenly stop getting in our hair until they get a hold of him, either. Just letting him traipse around on his own is dangerous.
>[X] Press him for a full explanation before doing anything, then take him into custody/give him to the cult

>>4827583
>[x] We should let him go.
I feel like he'll become useful later down the line..
And, I highly doubt the cultists will just happily forget about us killing their men if we hand him over

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"That answer isn't good enough," you tell him. You're surprised at how firm your voice is. What makes it that way is the thought of Summer in danger: "What did you do? If they get you-- if they kill you, is that really the end of it? Will Summer be safe?"

"I tried to leave," he says. "All religions have a schism, eventually -- our schism was when the true-blue believers decided that violence was the only way to bring about the coming of the new era. They wanted to commit acts of terrorism. Blowing up buildings, killing politicians, that sort of thing. I stopped them. Killed the ones who were advocating violence. But it made me a target. Made the others suspicious, even the ones who agreed with me. Made them think my faith had wavered. It had. So I exiled myself. Now they want to tie up loose ends."

"Is Summer a loose end now, too?" You ask.

"I hope not," he says. He sighs. "There's still a faction of zealots in Instrumentalism. But it's under a new regime -- they're after something different than reenacting 9/11. Chasing mystical prophecies, that kind of thing. Their vendetta with me is personal -- it's only me they're after."

"What kind of prophecies?" You ask.

"Instrumentalist ontology gets pretty wild," he says. "Everything is true and nothing is true. Both at the same time. Find the ecstasy of really holding both beliefs, in your heart, simultaneously? Well, you have the key to unmaking the world, and remaking it any way you choose. That's the short version. The long version involves a lot of meditation, chakra alignment, Bible code and Gnostic apocrypha. You wouldn't want to hear it all. It doesn't matter. It's bullshit."

"What happens if we let you walk out that door?" You say.

"Are you fucking shitting right now?" Tyrus asks in his usual soprano of shock.

You hold up a hand to shush him. He's surprised enough by it that it works.

"I'm trying to understand what these people want," Gideon says. "They may not be planning any acts of cleansing violence just now... but who knows what the future holds. They're having an ecumenical council in a few weeks. I was hoping I could find out where. And maybe sneak into it."

"Well, good to know I'll be killing a man who's already got a death wish," Tyrus says.

"You won't," you tell Tyrus.

"Excuse the f--"

"You won't," you repeat. You gaze into Gideon's eyes; he smirks at you in an approving sort of way. "Let him go," you instruct Tyrus, "but keep a close eye on him. He's more valuable alive than dead, isn't he? Say this cult decides they want to come after us again... we'll find out through him."

Tyrus, head bowed, hands on his hips, sucking on his lip, considers this.

"Hurry on now," he finally tells Gideon. Gideon wastes no time complying. But as he passes, Tyrus grabs his collar: "be seeing you," he sneers.

"Hope your men get good hazard pay," Gideon says. He wrenches free of Tyrus and smooths his shirt. Looking briefly from face to face, he shrugs, and leaves the store.

>>4827636
Man this Instrumentalism thing sounds kinda familiar...........

>>4827636
Jeez, this is getting really heavy.

>Find the ecstasy of really holding both beliefs, in your heart, simultaneously? Well, you have the key to unmaking the world, and remaking it any way you choose.
Not liking this train of thought at all, Instrumentalists!

>>4827636
>They're having an ecumenical council
Gross. Bravo OP.

>>4827646
Yeah, can't believe anybody would cut their balls off unless they were seriously messed up in the head

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Tyrus gets on the phone and relays instructions to his people to keep a tail on Gideon.

Lily sidles up to you. "Did you really just bully my dad?" She whispers.

You shrug. Your steely resolve is melting pretty fast.

"Where can I learn this power?" She asks.

You turn on Amelia. "How do you know Gideon? You're not in this cult too, are you?"

"No," Amelia says. Her voice is rueful. "I just sell them books."

"They're good customers!" Olivia adds. Her voice is perky. Realizing that perky is the wrong mood for the moment, she adds in a tone more closely approximating Amelia's: "Good customers, but bad people. Very bad people."

Amelia leans her tailbone against the checkout counter, letting her palms run along the edge of it on either side of her. "I knew Summer's father was persona non grata with them, but I didn't realize how bad it was until tonight. If I had... you believe me, don't you?"

You nod.

Tyrus whistles, and points at the door, glancing from you to Lily. "Let's go. Both of you."

"Oh, that would be nice," Olivia says. She hugs one of Amelia's arms, rubbing her cheek on Amelia's shoulder and smiling. "I'd really like some alone time with Amelia so she can have sex with me!"

This draws awkward stares all around. Amelia turns carnation pink.

"I -- I mean--" Olivia stammers. She stands straight and cups a hand to her mouth. She whispers at you all as if sharing a secret. "I mean that I want to read books with her. I love reading books so much that sometimes I compare it to sex."

Amelia is hiding her face in her hands.

"Y'all have fun with book club," Tyrus says. You and he start for the door, but Lily lags behind, gawking at the pair. Tyrus finally has to drag her out by one arm.

"What hours do you operate?" Lily calls, legs kicking, as her father pulls her through the door. But he shuts the door after her before she can get an answer.

>>4827653
>"I'd really like some alone time with Amelia so she can have sex with me!"
Huh? Why do they need to be alone for that?

>>4827653
Lily is really pushing for the title of Horniest Harem Member

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>>4827653
Muh based Olivia

>>4827653
Olivia's such a chad ditz.

>>4827653
Reading rare books with Olivia!

>>4827653
>"I'd really like some alone time with Amelia so she can have sex with me!"

With her penis!

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Word travels fast. When Tyrus drops you off, you stop by to visit Dad. Instead you find Aunt Rose at the dining room table with Aunt Charlotte, whispering about... something. They stop when you enter, and give you a severe look, so hey, all right, may as well wear neon signs that say "WE'RE TALKING ABOUT YOU BEHIND YOUR BACK." Uncle Saul is staring out the back patio door.

You weren't the only visitor tonight. You hear ruffling behind you, bags falling to floor. Turning, you see Aunt Cerise coming in. Saul smiles as Cerise exchanges hugs with your other aunts.

"Wes," Cerise says as she pulls away from her hug with Rose. "Nice to see you. Still watching Renren-sama?"

"Yeah. New animation studio this season, but--"

She makes a fist and knocks on your forehead. "Circle of shame. Tomorrow at 4 PM."

"Ow..." you moan, rubbing the sore spot there.

"What brings a future US Senator here at this time of night?" Saul asks.

"I don't know. What brings you to your least favorite in-law's house?" Cerise replies.

Saul tilts his head and frowns.

"I'm glad you're here. I need some advice," Cerise tells him.

Saul makes a show of pointing at himself. "Moi? You're going to be a US Senator soon, Cerise. What advice could you possibly need from some two-bit hack lawyer?"

"Are you seriously still mad over that?" Cerise grumbles.

"Oh, why would I be mad?" Saul says in faux confusion. "I found my law license in a cereal box, after all. Your words!"

"This is serious," Cerise tells him. Her face is stone. "Please."

Saul drops the shit-talking. "Right." He glances this way and that. "Well, lucky you, I have a cooler out back already. You're not too snobby to enjoy some Sam Adams, now are you?"

"Yeah, my taste is way too good for me to enjoy drinking Sam Adams," Cerise says. "But I can suffer through a couple if it'll make you stop bitching."

Saul slides the patio door open and motions with one arm. "After you, congresswoman. Let's chat poolside. Away from prying ears." They step out together, and he closes the door behind them. They settle into plastic loungers, crack some beers, and start into a discussion that will probably last many hours.

"Tell Dad I'm home, okay?" You ask Rose. "In case he was worried."

"Of course," Rose says. "And he was."

"We were," Charlotte adds.

As you head out, you pass Aunt Anna coming in. She has Riley with her. He hides behind her butt, clutching her shirt, even though he knows you and adores you. It's just his way. "Hello Wessy," he says, voice muffled. You ruffle his ginger hair. "Mommy Cerise and Mommy Anna are in town for few days!" He tells you.

"I saw. Hey, can you keep Cerise in a good mood? She wants to circle of shame me."

"were you watching renren sama" Aunt Anna asks.

You don't say.

"Hee," Riley laughs. You gently poke him in the forehead to shut him up. He pouts at you.

You leave for the comfort of your own home, where at least you're pretty sure your mothers won't bully you.

>>4827687
YOOOOOO

The family tree GROWS

>>4827687
>Let's chat poolside.
;_;7

>Riley
Oh gosh oh geez!

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>>4827687

>Saul and Cerise bantzing

Oh yes I missed this.

>>4827687
This entire post is SO FUCKING CUTE

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At school the next morning, Summer meets you out in the quad. "Wes, honey," she says, a concerned lilt to her voice, as she takes both your hands in hers. "Remember how I told you Winter was coming?"

"Yeah."

"She came. And I just wanna let you know before--"

"This is your girlfriend?"

A girl much shorter and tanner than Summer comes running up. Winter, you assume.

"This is Wesley? Her?" Winter says.

Summer hardly acknowledges her sister -- just angrily shakes her head. Winter makes herself impossible to ignore, though. She gives a huge, open-mouthed smile, and wheezes until her breath is totally gone -- "HAAAAAhhhhhhhh~~" -- then, mouth still hanging open for a long, silent moment, her voice at last catches like a stubborn zipper, and she guffaws: "AHHHHH HA-HA-HA-HA!" She literally doubles over, clutching her stomach as if in pain, and points at you. "Her!! That's your girlfriend?! Oh my GOD! You're dating the monster from The Ring! You're dating Wednesday Addams without the fashion sense! You're dating a cavewoman!" Still laughing, she stands straight, her eyes full of tears: "Is this your way of looking cuter by comparison, Summer? Is that it?" She ruffles your hair. You grimace. "Hey, they have a thing called combs now! Ever hear of 'em?" She tilts way off to the side to force you to look her in the eye. "Why do you slouch like that? Huh? Are you a deaf-mute? Can't you talk? Oh my god. You're so creepy -- eughh! And you stink! Say something! Say something!"

Summer slaps her hand away from your hair. "Leave her alone, Winter. God."

"Thanks for knocking my hand out of the hot zone," Winter says. "Don't wanna catch leprosy or something." She lets her wrist go limp and shakes her hand all about. "I gotta go wash myself before I catch whatever she's got."

"Oh -- you must be Winter Denali," comes a voice from behind her. She turns to find Auburn Brantly, fingers tented in front of his pants. "I'm from the Student Council. We'd like to extend a warm welcome to Palo Al--"

"Hey, dairy-free latte, I'm talking to my sister," Winter says. "Fuck off, yeah? I can find my own way around."

Auburn smiles frustratedly. "You know, it pays to get along," he says. "Those who don't... stick out."

"How's this for sticking out?" Winter asks, and flips him off. But then startles and bugs out when Amber, appearing as if from nowhere, wraps a sororal arm around her shoulder. Amber slaps Winter's chest with the back of her other palm, offering a handshake. Winter declines it.

"My veep is a bit of a knob, but we're just so happy you could make it from... where was it? Unalaska High? I'm sure that school makes this place look like a fucking backwater redneck shanty, but hey. I hope you can adjust to life outside the lap of luxury."

"Let go of me--" Winter starts.

"No, I don't think I will," Amber says, and hugs Winter even tighter. "Let me show ya around. You're gonna love it."

She forces Winter to walk with her.

>>4827749
Ohhhh man. I can't wait to see how this plays out.

>>4827749
Amber being immune to Winter's style of social interaction makes a lot of sense.
>>4827687
I'm not sure just how dates and time works with all that happened but I was wondering about what age the previous cast are now? Like Charlotte for example.

>>4827749
In which OP literally just wanted to write Nagatoro into his story

>>4827749
Amber and Winter were just absolutely made for each other

>>4827749
oh yeah, also

>Wednesday Addams with no fashion sense

There is literally nothing wrong with this.

>>4827763
It's pretty safe to assume the old main cast are mid-30's, Charlotte and Saul are probably early-mid 50's

>>4827774
I don't remember ever seeing a firm year for the previous seasons but since Wes was born in 20XX and Charlotte for example in 1977, she'd have to be 40 or so right if Wes is in her mid-late teens? Given some more advanced tech and hints, 50 or so now seems reasonable.
I'm just happy to see Charlotte and talk about her really.

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"I'm sorry-- about my sister," Summer says.

"Not your fault," you say, and give an awkward laugh in an attempt to defuse the awkwardness. Funny enough, it doesn't work.

"Luckily? She won't be in any of our classes. We can steer clear."

You walk with her. And as you walk, you hold hands. It feels strange. You draw looks.

You debate internally whether to tell her about encountering Gideon last night. You decide against it. Gideon didn't want to be in touch with his family. That kind of information could only serve to endanger Summer anyway. It's beyond weird to be the one in the position of protecting her -- you're shorter, more timid and less popular -- it's an inversion of what you both expect and kind of want. But she called you her knight in shining armor, right? As much as you don't want it, you also kind of do. You want to live up to what she thinks of you.

Something else is eating at you, though. You, uh... cheated on her last night. Didn't you? Or did you?

"Hey-- Summer," you say.

"Hm?"

You pause with her in the long, sunlit, and emptying hall. You face her.

"What does it mean that we're dating?" You ask.

She shrugs. "I dunno. We go on dates?"

"That's it?"

"Maybe. It was just some romantic stuff I said. I didn't think too hard about it."

"Does it mean that we don't see other people?" You prod.

Summer's face crumples. "Oh my god. You're breaking up with me." She covers her face. And then the waterworks.

"No--!" You shout. You stand there slouchy and unsure, half reaching for her, while Summer weeps.

"Was it something I did? Is it because I'm not good at sex like you? Is it because my dad's in a cult that tried to murder you? It's the sex, isn't it? It's because I'm bad at sex!"

You pry her hands away from her sobbing face. "I'm not breaking up with you!" You hiss. "Geez. Get ahold of yourself."

She sniffles a couple times and fights back the tears. "You're not?"

"I'm just saying... I mean, you did it with me and Amber. And you seemed to really like watching us together."

"Huh? Oh... well yeah. Incest is hot."

"...Yeah," you agree. "I liked seeing you with Amber, too. So... but. Uhh. What if we wanted to do it with someone else? You know. Not just one of our sisters."

Summer grimaces at you.

"Not just my sister, specifically," you clarify.

Summer thinks about that. "I guess that would be fine? I mean... Mel is pretty cute. And I know she's just dying to fuck you!" You choke on nothing -- Summer talks about stuff like this way too publicly, and way too loudly. "Okay, okay, okay -- how's this?" She leans in close, and whispers in your ear. Her voice is silken. You shiver -- maybe it's better to have her blurting stuff out. "It's not cheating if we do it together. That'll be rule one. We can do whatever we want if it's together."

You take a step back from her. She nods slowly, smiling.

[ ] Come clean about Lily.
[ ] Don't risk hurting her. You can just be a more upstanding gf in the future...

>>4827792
Oh god, it's BACK.

>[x] Come clean about Lily.

Best to start things off honestly and we can invite her along for next time. Better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission, after all.

>>4827792
Ohhhh boy.

>[x] Come clean about Lily.

It's probably gonna hurt now, but it'd hurt more if she found out about it later and realised we were hiding it from her.

>>4827787
I didn't remember Charlotte had a set birth year, my base assumption was if her and Saul had Rose at 18, minimum age, and she and Alabaster had Amber at 18, again bare minimum age, Amber and Wes are roughly the same age, add that 15-16ish, you get about 51-52 years old. And I agree, there isn't enough talk about Best Mommy, she deserves more

>>4827792
>[ ] Come clean about Lily.

>>4827792
>[ ] Come clean about Lily.

If we don't tell her now, she'll find out later. If we're lucky she might punish us.

>>4827792
>[x] Come clean about Lily.

Just get it out of the way, it was before The Rule v2, she'll be mad and then they can fuck Lily together in the future

So if Alex's middle name is Riley, does that mean he's Gal's kid's dad? Or is it still Ally?

Or did they just pump her with a cocktail and let it be a mystery?

>>4827803
>I didn't remember Charlotte had a set birth year
It's listed in The Chart of some characters.
>And I agree, there isn't enough talk about Best Mommy, she deserves more
Her scenes were always some of my favourites~

>>4827792
>[X] Come clean about Lily.
With how Lily is there's no way it'd be kept secret for long.

>>4827803
Charlotte was born in '77. She's getting to be in her late 50's, early 60's!

Probably a total GILF still.

>>4827792
>[ ] Come clean about Lily.
I mean, Lil's also thirsting for Summer.

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>[x] Come clean about Lily.

"Last night," you begin with a quavering voice. "At E-sports. Lily--"

"You had sex with Lily," Summer says.

"Wellll -- well."

"That's why you're asking about cheating and stuff."

This ditz is a regular fucking Sherlock Holmes when she wants to be. "I, I, I..." you stutter.

"She forced herself on you, didn't she?" Summer says.

"Kind of?" You say. It would feel good to let that be the version of events. But you won't half-ass the honesty, even if it's suicidal: "Kind of not really. I let it happen."

Summer nods. "Lily's the biggest slut on campus. She fucks anyone as soon as they're out of the closet. And a few who are still in it. A few who are still deep enough inside it that they don't even know they're in it. She's a... what do you call it? Like a recruiter. Y'know?" She adopts a faux baritone: "Uncle Lez Wants You!" She points in the famous pose of Uncle Sam.

"You're not mad?" You ask.

"Oh, I'm furious. And curious. Furiously curious." She laces her hands behind her head. "Lily's gonna come after me next, I bet. Are you gonna be there when she comes and sits in my lap?"

You feel a twinge of jealousy despite yourself at the implication you won't be.

"It's fine," Summer tells you. "You just owe me one now."

"Having sex with Lily?" You ask.

"Oh, no. That's, like, a given. But you can jill off in the corner and watch us going at it if you want."

"So what do I owe you?"

"This kind of regression--"

"Transgression?--"

"--calls for something way more drastic."

"Like what?"

Summer nudges you "Heeeeeyyy. Wouldn't it be super cool if I came over to your house one of these nights for dinner with your moms?"

Summer spins on her heels and strolls down the hall. You race to catch up with her, tennis shoes squeaking on the waxed linoelum. "You-- don't mean--"

"Yes. I do. You wanna be there for that too, babe?" She asks. When you don't reply, she giggles to herself.

>>4827828
Oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck

>>4827828
Summer: MILF Hunter

>>4827828
UH OH

>>4827828
Ohhhhh yes I do

>>4827828
I doubt they'd need much convincing given how they reacted to Summer before!

>"Oh, no. That's, like, a given. But you can jill off in the corner and watch us going at it if you want."

Oh man, that's hot.

>>4827828
Chasing after bigger prey now Summer? But this could possibly open the door for Liz too, so I'll take it.

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On your way out of fourth period, headed towards lunch, you pass by the teacher's lounge. The door is wide open, and the only one inside, sitting at a small round table, is Talia. She's eating a microwave dinner, some fettuccine alfredo with broccoli deal, the saran cover peeled back and her white plastic fork poking around the black plastic tray. She's picking out the broccoli florets, and leaving the pasta.

She catches you staring at her. "Hello Wesley."

"Let's not be too formal," you say, mimicking her earlier kindness. "Call me Wes."

"How sweet. I'm on a nickname basis."

"Do you have any nicknames I could use for you?" You ask. "Make the nickname basis a two-way street?"

Talia stares at the ceiling for a long moment, the tines of the fork to her lips. "Snuggy bear," she finally replies, voice as flat as ever.

"--Snuggy bear? Where did that come from?"

She shrugs. "First thing I thought of."

You glance down the hall. You should be running along -- but it's also kinda sad to think of Talia eating here all by herself.

[ ] Stay and have lunch with Talia.
[ ] Go track down Amber -- better make sure she hasn't murdered Winter yet.

>>4827843
>[x] Stay and have lunch with Talia.
It's about time Snuggy bear got some screentime

>>4827843
>[X] Stay and have lunch with Snuggy Bear
Wesley had better start internalizing this nickname pronto

>>4827843
>[x] Stay and have lunch with Snuggy Bear.

I'm turning down an Amber vote for this, just saying.

>>4827843
>[ ] Stay and have lunch with Talia.

>>4827843
>[X] Stay and have lunch with Snuggy Bear

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>[x] Stay and have lunch with Talia.

You pull up a chair and have a sit.

"This is the teacher's lounge," Talia says.

"Okay," you say.

Talia, satisfied at that (apparently), continues munching on her broccoli. Just the broccoli.

"Why are you doing that?" You ask. It freaks you out a little.

She points at you with a floret. "I have to keep the meal kosher, don't I?"

"What?" You breathe. "That doesn't make any-- first of all? I'm pretty sure there's nothing unkosher about that mixture. Second of all? Even if there was, isn't it against the rules to eat it at all? Regardless of whether you separate it?"

"Oh?" Talia says. "Are you a card carrying member of the trib now?" Your eyes bulge. She tilts her head forward. "Excuse me. I meant tribe. Of course."

You stare saucers at her as she finishes the last of the broccoli, stands, and disposes of the rest of the TV dinner in a garbage pail in the corner. Wiping her hands on a dish rag hung through the loops of a nearby drawer-handle, Talia says: "I don't like the pasta. But the broccoli is nice and steamy-creamy. So I just eat that. Do you have any other critiques of my lunch habits? I'd like to hear them all, rather then let them remain a mystery."

She sits across from you again. You're still speechless. Propping her chin on her linked hands, she tilts her head just a little, and says: "you really enjoy being naughty on school grounds. You could get expelled if the wrong person sees you, do you know that?"

"I thought..." you begin.

"Oh, of course you thought. You wouldn't have gotten naked in the middle of a classroom if you didn't think. But you thought wrong." She wipes the corners of her mouth with a napkin. Wads it up. Sets it aside. As casual as can be. "Fortunately for you, I'm one of the only faculty here who cares enough to put in the long hours. And my lips are sealed. Just make sure you're more careful in the future."

You nod.

"If you like, I can show you a few of the more secluded places on campus," Talia tells you.

Your eyes shoot up to meet hers. How can this woman look like she's smiling without moving a single muscle on her face? You can never tell with her whether she's serious or not.

"Or maybe you can just keep things in the privacy of your bedroom," Talia says. "The choice belongs to you. As well as your many girlfriends."

>>4827864
Jesus Christ this woman.

>>4827864
Ohh man. How do we take her up on that offer?

>>4827864
Talia and Olivia in the same room would be quite the meeting of the minds.

>>4827843
>[X] Stay and have lunch with Talia.
Winter is new too but I'm really curious about Talia.

>>4827864
>"If you like, I can show you a few of the more secluded places on campus," Talia tells you.
Oh maaaaaaan.
>"The choice belongs to you. As well as your many girlfriends."
Look at Wes getting a reputation as a alpha dyke.

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"How is Summer taking it?" Talia asks.

"I don't know," you admit. "She said she was okay with it, but now she wants to do it with Lily too. And on top of that, she wants to do it with my-- um. She wants to do it with some other people we know."

"I mean about her sister being on campus."

"...Oh."

Talia leans back in her chair.

"I don't think she's too happy about that," you say.

"Winter is in my second period English class. She's quite the interesting girl. Have you met her?"

"Ohhh yeah," you say.

"Then you know what I mean," Talia says. "If you have the chance to speak with Ms. Denali in the near future, which I assume you will since you're having sex with her daughter, then please tell her that I recommend a program of judicious but forceful whipping and paddling. Plus keeping Winter on a tethered leash at a minimum of eight hours per day, five days per week. Just to begin."

You laugh.

"I'm not joking."

You stop laughing.

"Wesley Lynn Keki-- there you are!"

Amber barges in.

"This is the teacher's lounge," Talia says.

"Okay?" Amber says.

Talia is satisfied at that (apparently).

"Look, I'm happy to see you macking on yet more older women," Amber tells you (Talia is unfazed), "but we have some important shit to discuss."

"Like what?"

"Like, uh, homecoming? Dresses?"

Oh fuck. Homecoming. Goddamn it. Dresses. Shit. "I don't think... Summer would be okay... with me taking Will to homecoming," you lie.

"Are you fucking joshing me? She doesn't care. She knows you were tribbing with Lily last night and now she won't stop talking about all the people she wants to watch you fuck!" Amber, realizing herself, looks uncertainly back at Talia.

"It's fine," Talia says, "I know all about it."

"Oh." Amber is mute for a moment before continuing. "I'm not wasting a chance to doll you up. Got it? You and me. After school. I better see you at the front gates waiting."

"I'm -- also grounded," you try.

"Oh no you don't," Amber says. "You are not getting out of it that easily. This is happening with Daddy's full approval. He wants to see you all dolled up, too. He's A-OK with it." Amber holds up an OK sign. Then, realizing herself, she looks uncertainly back at Talia.

"Fine," Talia affirms.

Amber makes finger guns at her. Talia languidly makes finger guns back.

>>4827897
>>Amber makes finger guns at her. Talia languidly makes finger guns back.

I love this woman

>>4827897
>Amber holds up an OK sign. Then, realizing herself, she looks uncertainly back at Talia.
>"Fine," Talia affirms.
>Amber makes finger guns at her. Talia languidly makes finger guns back.


Oh my goodness gracious I'm dying.

>>4827897
Hearty chuckle

>>4827897
I want to make finger guns at Snuggy Bear! I really, really do!

>>4827897
>Talia is satisfied at that (apparently).
Is this a preview of when we lez out with her?
>This is happening with Daddy's full approval. He wants to see you all dolled up, too. He's A-OK with it
Alabaster going full dad mode will be fun to see~

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Alone again with Talia, you pull your lunch from your lunchbag. Every day, you have the same thing: a PB&J, with the crusts removed, cut into four triangles; a peeled orange; a can of Red Monster; and a small box of raisins. You array these things on the table in front of you. Then you set to work on your sandwich.

"Which of your mothers peels your oranges and cuts the crusts off your sandwiches?" Talia asks.

The peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth and nearly makes you choke.

"My first instinct says Noelle. But as I think about it... maybe Kay. Is it Kay who makes your lunch for you every day?"

You force yourself to swallow. "I make my own lunch," you say hoarsely.

"No you don't," Talia says.

"No I don't," you admit. You stare at the table.

"Kay?"

"Yeah. K-Mom's been making lunch for me my whole life. She... uh... does my sandwiches the way I like."

"Oh, I bet."

You're so abashed you can hardly stand to sit here. Erm.

"Ahead of your years in so many ways, behind in so many others," Talia muses.

All you can muster is a defeated shrug.

"You are a very strange girl, Wes," Talia says, and you couldn't possibly feel more insulted hearing that sentence from another human being.

---

In math, you get a psyched-up text from Amber.

>Yo bint! Dresses today! Remember!

You glance back at Summer, who's concentrating on the pop quiz so hard that her tongue is sticking out. You want to lean across her desk and kiss her-- uh. You wonder whether she knows that Amber intends to take you dress shopping later on. You shudder to think of that.

[ ] Go dress shopping with Amber [Sub vote: [ ] just the two of you / [ ] with someone else to keep you safe (K-Mom/N-Mom/Summer/Amelia)
[ ] Avoid Amber; take Talia up on her offer to show you and Summer somewhere more cozy at PAP.
[ ] Go with Summer to Shake 'em Up after class. You should check on how Amelia's doing.

>>4827931
>[x] Go dress shopping with Amber [x] with Amelia to keep us safe.

>>4827931
>[x] Go dress shopping with Amber [x] with Amelia to keep us safe.

>>4827931
>[x] Go dress shopping with Amber [x] with Amelia to keep us safe.

But also
>[x] Lean across the desk and kiss Summer

>>4827931
>[x] Go dress shopping with Amber [x] with Talia to keep us safe.
>[x] Lean across the desk and kiss Summer

>>4827938
Ooo, I second this one.

>>4827931
>[x] just the two of you / [x] with someone else (Summer) to keep you safe

If Amber's gonna fuck us in the dressing room, Summer has to be there. Them's the rules.

>>4827938
Second both of these

>>4827931
>[ ] Go dress shopping with Amber
>[ ] with Amelia to keep you safe

>>4827931
>You want to lean across her desk and kiss her-- uh.
CUTE!
>[X] Go dress shopping with Amber [X] and with Amelia to keep you safe
Not sure about the "keep safe" part given it's Amelia but it could be nice to see how she's going and have her do something new.

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"Hey Wes, do you know the answer to--" Summer whispers, glancing up. She trails off when she finds you staring at her. And in the moment, you can't resist. You lean in and kiss her.

The class snickers. In a world-first, you don't care about being the object of mockery. "Come onnn," Mr. Pooser says. "Eyes forward, you two. On your papers. Don't make me separate you."

You pull away from Summer. Her eyes are positively dreamy. "Babe..." she whispers.

"Amber might be fucking me in a dressing room later on today," you whisper back. "That's fine, right?"

"Pictures," Summer says.

You nod.

A few minutes later, near the end of the period when students are free to get a head start on their homework, you feel a nudge. "Hey, babe," Summer says. "I was thinking. Maybe you could use some protection."

"Oh, you want to come too?"

"Nah. I want your homecoming outfit to be a surprise. But I'm not the only one who can help you out... how about Mel?"

You shrug.

"Oh, you don't want protection, then?" Summer says.

"Not really."

"That's fine, too," Summer snickers. Then, growing momentarily serious: "pictures. Remember."

You can hardly believe what you're hearing. You face forward again, blushing.

"Maybe some good video, even," Summer adds.

>>4827963
>Mr. Pooser
H e h.

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This'll be a quite warm wait, unfortunately. I'm tired and also writing with an injury that's robbing me of focus. I wanna do the lewd justice, so I'll post it around 9 PM EST tomorrow and continue the episode from there. Gomen!

>>4827969
Aww, get well soon OP!

>>4827969
>and also writing with an injury that's robbing me of focus.
Aaaaaugh. Get well soon, OP ;_;

>>4827969
Thanks for the hard work, OP-sama! Hope you feel better soon!

>>4827969
Hope you heal up soon OP!

>>4827969
Thanks OP! Take care and get well.

>>4827963
>"Nah. I want your homecoming outfit to be a surprise. But I'm not the only one who can help you out... how about Mel?"
>You shrug.
>"Oh, you don't want protection, then?" Summer says.
>"Not really."
>"That's fine, too," Summer snickers. Then, growing momentarily serious: "pictures. Remember."
I'm confused, is Amelia coming with us or not? Seems the vote was in that direction.
>>4827969
Those nagging injuries suck, hope you get well soon OP and thank you for another great show!

>>4827983
I'm betting OP'll make it work out that she'll tag along anyway. She pretty handily won the vote.

>>4827983
The joke here is that Amelia likely will not be protecting us in any capacity.

>>4827984
Ah, that makes sense.
>>4827985
From our previous encounter at her place, I never thought so haha.

>>4827897
>I recommend a program of judicious but forceful whipping and paddling. Plus keeping Winter on a tethered leash at a minimum of eight hours per day, five days per week
See the problem is, I think that',s what she wants. And she'd still be able to talk.

>>4827985
I get the feeling it also means Amelia won't be using any protection

Calling it now.
>Kay and Noelle learn that Amelia has been boning Wes
>Instead of getting mad, they just start arguing with each other over whose side of the bet this is in favour of

>>4828201

Haha, oh man, "Is It Gay: With A Twist"

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>>4828198
I wonder if Wes would enjoy that

After reviewing the chart, I’m so sorry Vivian, I forgot we shared a birthday. Happy late birthday.

>>4828257
And happy late birthday to you too, Anon!

after reading the thread so far, all i can come up with is "yes", not to mention the bonus that amelia is packing...
>>4827969
i dont know if i can handle the warmness OP, its getting pretty toasty already

I really hope we don't ditch on going to homecoming with Will, he really doesn't deserve us doing something so shitty to him.

>>4828824
The entire dress-shopping thing is so we can go with him, right? I don’t think Wesley’s clique will let her ditch even if she wants to.

>>4828875

Yeah, but I'm a bit worried about it. I know some folks were averse to the idea of Wes banging a guy, I dunno, maybe I'm just overthinking it.

>>4829103
Plot twist: Wes doesn't get dicked by Will, Will gets dicked by Amelia

>>4829120
I see this as an absolute win.

Ok team, predictions? Wishes? Dreams?
I want a White Rose plotline(spinoff?). Cant wait to read Aladadster say "You know, im somewhat of a mahou shoujo myself"

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As you and Summer walk out of the front gates at PAP, Amber is there waiting for you, as you expect. And as you expect, she's dismayed when you tell her: "we're headed to Shake 'em Up."

"Excuse me?" She shouts. "Are you just flagrantly ignoring my edicts now?"

"Yes," you say, not breaking your stride.

"Um. No?" Amber snarls, not at her wittiest, and hurrying to catch up with you. The three of you wind your way through the parking lot. She motions wildly. "You made me a promise! You can't just go back on that shit! You-- hey--" she lunges forward and throws open the door of Summer's Cadillac. Since you and and Summer have gotten in on the driver's side and passenger's side, respectively, Amber willingly jumps in back to ride bitch -- just so you two don't get away from her. She wants to keep hectoring you.

"You might be covered in horny bitches these days, but you're still a fucking wuss," Amber tells you. "And I can still beat your ass. Don't forget it."

"Who invited you?" Summer says.

"Me. I invited me."

"Just because I let you sit on my face, doesn't mean that rides in my Caddy are free now too," Summer tells her. "You have to pay the fare."

Amber rears onto her tailbone and rapidly bicycle-kicks the back of Summer's seat. "How's that for my fare? Huh?"

"You let all the Keki sisters ride you, huh?"

Winter is standing at the driver's side window, leaning in with arms folded across the window pane, leering at her older sister.

"Gun it!" Amber shouts -- real, raw panic there. "Go! Go, go, go!"

Summer puts the car in gear, and Amber dives to lock the car from the inside, but it's far too late. Winter throws one of the back doors open and slides in.

"I'm not a Keki," Amber says. She rests her weight on one hand and gets right up in Winter's face. Trying to intimidate. "I'm a Soliloquy."

Winter pushes her back, the heel of one palm against Amber's forehead. "Least this one's feisty," Winter tells Summer. "And about a hundred times cuter. I could see the appeal for a dyke like you."

>>4829481
Sunday starting early boys!

>>4829481
Oh god oh fuck. Gonna be horny at work tonight, lads.

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"Why are you here, Winter?" Summer asks. "I'm not interested in babysitting you all night."

"You wouldn't be. You're babysitting your girlfriend, after all." She pokes her upper half across the center dash and peers at you. "I know you haven't learned how to speak yet, but have you at least learned object permanence?" She covers her face with both palms, thumbs sticking out, and coos: "where'd I go? Huh? Where'd I go?" As she slides them apart, she says: "Peekab--" but her little game gets interrupted by Amber yanking on her hair, dragging her into the back of the car again. "Ahhh-- ahh---" Winter chokes, reaching impotently behind herself to pry Amber's hand away.

"Peekaboo," Amber sneers, and pokes Winter in the eyes with V-shaped fingers.

"You bitch!" Winter howls, collapsing into a fetal position and clawing at her own face when Amber lets go of her. "Ow! Damn it! I'm gonna mess you up!"

"I'd like to fucking see you try," Amber says.

They become a tangle of limbs and shouting. But only for a brief moment. Summer intervenes:

"I have work," she says -- loud, but firm and level. "Get out. Both of you."

Winter unknots her limbs from Amber's and pushes past the center dash again -- this time facing Summer's direction. It's like she completely forgot she was in a brawl fewer than five seconds ago: "Pffhaha. Mom actually makes you work at the store?"

"No. I work at a restaurant."

"Oh my GOD! No way. You're flipping burgers even though Mom's loaded? Why?"

"She doesn't want me to turn out like you," Summer tells her. She says this nonchalantly. Matter-of-fact. It makes Winter's buoyant energy die all at once like an animal struck by lightning.

A beat passes. Winter slinks back and says, "have fun with your smelly girlfriend. ...It was nice to meet you, Wes, I guess. Amber."

"...Sure," you say, keenly feeling the awkwardness.

"Wow. She does talk," Winter says. Even her wisecracks are sullen. "Good to know." She steps out of the car.

"Winter--" Summer says, suddenly a little regretful, but her little sister is already taking off.

Summer kills the engine and sits there in silence for a few moments. She holds the steering wheel and thinks about what just happened -- seems to be mentally debating whether to get out and follow Winter. Finally, she decides against it. She restarts the ignition.

"God. Could you imagine having a sister that annoying?" Amber asks you.

You give her a meaningful look. She doesn't find the meaning.

"Guess I'm probably not lucky enough to get rid of you both," Summer says.

"Nope," Amber confirms. "Winter can go pout. I'm staying. Once I sneak into your backseat, I'm there for the duration." She leans back, stretches, yawns. "Now drive. Don't make me put a gun to your head."

>>4829508
That makes two of us pal

Winter and Amber are just recreating Three Stooges bit now, but goddamn Summer, you didn't need to say that.

>don't make me put a gun to your head
Oh you.

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W O O F

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Up by the counters, Amber shows Ophie a surefire trick to marry two ketchup bottles more quickly. Amber explains it as the "Shake 'em Slap 'em Squeeze 'em Up" method, but Ophie ascertains the physics underpinning it: "of course. Ketchup is thixotropic. With the correct application of shear force, the viscosity sharply decreases and flow properties become more favorable..."

"Yeah. Uh, you got it. Now try it in real life."

Amelia rests her cheek on her fist with her elbow on the table in front of her. "Summer seems like she's back to normal, huh?"

You watch her for a moment as she zips from table to table taking orders and bantering with patrons. "She's pretty resilient, I guess." You take a sip of your soda, then ask: "so are you going to quit your job here?"

"No," Amelia says. "Whitney would murder me! Anyway, Olivia can't pay me to help out at her bookstore."

"What happened? Tyrus made it sound like she's rolling in it. She paid the lease on a building that hasn't been open for years."

"Right. Now she's running short on funds. It's the only reason she came back. She's got about six more months of utility and lease payments left before she's flat broke. So unless she can stoke a heretofore unprecedented interest in rare books..."

"That sucks," you say, trying to commiserate.

"She made her bed," Amelia says.

You blink. "But I thought -- aren't you two, like... you know. Together?"

"Yeah. That doesn't mean I can't be realistic about her stupidity. That store means everything to her. Now she's going to lose it."

"Unless you do something," you say.

"Yeah? Like what?"

You shrug. "We could come up with some ideas. An advertising blitz. Oh! We could do commercials like Summer's mom does. Purposely annoying."

"I refuse," Amelia says, holding her arms in an X. "My dignity is worth more than my girlfriend's hopes and dreams."

"It can't be helped, then," you say. "It'll have to be me." You pantomime firing a gun. "Bang! ...How's that?"

Amelia clutches her heart and theatrically falls to the side like an outlaw in an old western movie. "Oooogh... ya got me..."

You giggle at her.

"Bury me... with my money..." Amelia sighs, lying flat against the bench seat and letting her eyes drift shut.

"Hey," you say softly. Amelia squints her ostensibly dead eyes partway open again. "Can you leave work early today?"

"That depends. Are we going casket shopping?"

"Close. Dress shopping. For me."

Amelia is sitting fully upright again.

"Amber wants to pick me out a dress for homecoming. I need a little protection."

"I see how you would be a little wary, there." She glances around. "I was about to go on break, though. Blow off a little steam, you know--"

"Why blow off steam on break when you can just blow off work completely? What, you don't think going clothes shopping with me will be enough of a stress-reliever?"

Amelia chews her thumbnail. "I... guess," she finally says.

You pull her hand from her mouth. "Good. Let's go."

(please wait warmly)

>>4829510
Ooh, Winter has a sore spot. Someone write that down.

>>4829544
oh geez oh shit here it comes

>>4829544
oh god oh fuck oh geez

>>4829544
>"Bury me... with my money..." Amelia sighs, lying flat against the bench seat and letting her eyes drift shut.
I love this woman

>>4829544
>Blow off a little steam, you know
No. No I don't know. Explain this to me.
>(please wait warmly)
Bucklin in.

>>4829363
Along a similar vein, Rose Squad Team-Up.
They're all in the not-yet middle age bracket anyway, and every one of them is unique.

>>4829544
>Up by the counters, Amber shows Ophie a surefire trick to marry two ketchup bottles more quickly. Amber explains it as the "Shake 'em Slap 'em Squeeze 'em Up" method, but Ophie ascertains the physics underpinning it

Was this supposed to be Summer?

>>4829635
No, it's Amber. She rides with them to the restaurant. In the scene, Amber is talking with Ophie and Summer is going around taking orders, which gives Wes and Amelia some time to speak together in something like privacy.

Oh good, I'm just in time for warmth.

>>4829665
Ah okay, I had no idea if that was supposed to be actual job training or not.

>>4827485
OP im very glad I mentioned Noelle breeding and that scene has now led to this new story with Wes.

Proof that I made an impact on fuckquest besides voting for all Whitney choices in season 1

Guess I'll be getting heated at work, shame I can't read while I walk around. At least there is coffee break.
>>4829775
It's a whole tapestry huh? Whitney always has a core of devoted fans I feel...
Of course I'm talking about /csg/

>>4829868
You mean /wdbg/, right?

Random thought while waiting warmly: I kinda wanna see Lily and Wes 1v1 on a Digital Calvinball custom lobby with both of them wearing a remote vibe. Or multiple remote vibes even.

Whenever one of them frags the other... well, you get the picture. Maybe Alex or Gal can hook Wes up with a setup for that.

Match spectating and stream enabled too for maximum degeneracy.

>>4829902
Shhh, you're spoiling the finale when their final match decides the fate of the world as we know it!

>>4829911
Nooo, I don't want either of them to get banished to the Shadow Realm!

I'd have a laugh if the Instrumentalists somehow end up with a cardgames Illuminati stereotype.

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I'm home, I'm fed, and I'm all hot and bothered. Bring it on, OP.

>>4829924
Soon. Still working. It's a long one. A very long one!

>>4829940
I love exceptionally long lewds! I really, really do!

>>4829940
Oh golly gosh gee willikers.

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>>4829940
Ohhhh boy

I can't even fathom the warmness right now

>>4829883
Oops and yes.

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>>4829940
Exceedingly warm

>>4829940
>It's a long one. A very long one!

Heh, I bet it is.

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https://www.op-studios.net/fq-lewd-wes7

>>4830054
IT'S TIME

>>4830054
Let's fucking goooo

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>>4830054
Damn, it took like 6 hours and I still got beaten to the punch

>>4830054
Not to cause worry but for me it's taking a long time for that link to load.

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>>4830054
Jesus Christ that was
uh
wew fucking lad

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>>4830054
>tfw you can only get into futa if they're not ridiculously hung

I read Fuck Quest for the plot

>>4830070
What are you, gay?

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>>4830075
Who doesn't?

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You lie on your stomach on your bed, reading manga. Riley is on hands and knees under your computer desk, tinkering.

"Aaaaaand there," Riley says.

"All done?" You say.

"All done." He crawls free of the desk, then onto the bed on all fours, feigning total exhaustion as he collapses across your back. Little asshole.

"Umpf -- get off," you say.

"Weeeessssss," Riley whines. "I'm so tired. You said we'd hang out."

"We are hanging out."

"You just wanted me to upgrade your computer! That's not hanging out!"

"Yes it is..."

Riley scoots around so that he's straddling you like a rider on a horse. He tugs your hair lightly. "Come on! Mommy Cerise and Mommy Anna aren't gonna be in town for very long before we have to go back to Washington! I wanna do stuff with yoooou..."

You set the manga on the bedside table, without moving from your prone position. You rest your chin on your hands. "You're tired?"

"Yeah. Long flight. Still jetlagged. I hate planes."

"Good. I'm tired too."

You throw the covers over the both of you. But Riley unthrows them. You grunt in anger.

"I don't wanna sleep," Riley says.

You try to bargain: "Short nap... then we'll go have some ice cream with Amber and Ophie..."

Surprisingly, the bargain works. Riley throws the covers back over you, and snugs up beside you. "Promise?" He says.

"Yeah."

You hug him. Riley adopts his favorite sleeping position, then: rotated 180 degrees from you, head resting on your butt. He pats it like fluffing a pillow -- you're his favorite one, after all. You're too nonconfrontational to stop him.

"Hey," he says. "Did your butt get bigger since last time?"

You rub your face in embarrassment.

Riley settles in. "Did Luffy find the One Piece yet?" He asks.

"Yeah. Last month's issue of Shonen Jump, actually."

"What? Really?"

"No. Of course not."

Riley giggles.

"Go to sleep or you won't get ice cream," you say.

"Cozy..." Riley mutters, wiggles around a bit, and quickly falls asleep.

>>4830109
Oh, this is absoLUTELY Alex's kid.

Riley is cute! Cute!!

>>4830109
C U T E

>>4830118
Yeah, must have messed up the spoiler rules...my like of those passages still stands though!
>>4830054
Wheeeww...Wes lewds really hits different than Alabaster ones.
Horny aside, I really liked this one for other reasons: it was sweet despite the depravity and all three girls didn't get stuck in their roles so to speak. Wes is a sub but she can take charge sometimes too, reverse for Amelia who was kind of vulnerable here. Amber meanwhile got faced with something even she balked at.

>>4830109
Isn't Riley Wes' cousin?
and not ONCE REMOVED

>>4830112
BEST boi getting best of both worlds from Amelia too, wtf happened to Sable?

>>4830128
I have no doubts that Alex and Sable are still happily married. We know how cavalier these people are about monogamy though.

>>4830128
Alex and Gal are the parents most likely, so not blood-related cousins.

>>4830129
>>4830133
ARA ARA intensifies...
What would he do for a graphics card, I wonder?

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When you head downstairs, groggy and mussy haired, with Riley following behind in an equally grogged and mussed state, you find Cerise still gabbing with the moms.

"I'm just saying that I've got more important things to do than write a soft-interest piece about a probable future US Senator," K-Mom says, pointing at Cerise with a hand holding a beer can. "Not to mention that it smacks of nepotism. You're basically my sister-in-law."

"Oh, and nepotism, you draw the line at nepotism," Cerise says.

"Kay writes about foreign affairs," N-Mom says.

"The US Senate is all about foreign affairs!" Cerise says. This draws no reaction. She sighs. "I just need a little boost. You know? In a PR kinda way. I need to get out of this jungle primary with 50% or more... I really don't want to face a runoff."

"Then don't let it go to a runoff," K-Mom helpfully suggests.

"Hey baby," N-Mom says, glancing over the back of the sofa as she hears you descending the stairs. "It's pretty late. Why don't you just go back to bed?"

"Ice cream! Ice cream!" Riley shouts.

"That's why," you explain, rubbing the sand from your eyes.

"Oh great," Cerise says. "Get my kid sugar high at midnight. Thanks, Wes."

If Cerise was mad about that, then her face goes through the other four stages of grief as Amber practically barrels through the door. "Midnight ice cream party! Woop woop!"

Riley zips across the den and living room, into the foyer, and hugs Amber around the waist. Amber nearly falls over. He hugs Ophie with similar enthusiasm as she brings up the rear.

"So that's why with the midnight ice cream booty call," Amber says, suddenly grumpy.

"I promised," you say.

"He may be cute, but be careful around gingers," Amber says. "They have no souls."

"You're a ginger!" You cry.

Amber looks at you severely, as if to say: "exactly."

"Point taken."

K-Mom is already coming back from the kitchen with a few bowls of raspberry fudge ripple.

"I did not consent to you feeding my child ice cream at this time of night," Cerise says, her eyes following K-Mom's transit as she swoops around the sofa and into the living room. But Cerise is powerless as the bowls get doled out to the four of you. You sit on the lush carpet eating while Cerise sulks over her beer. "No wonder you're raising a future NEET with shitty taste," she grouses. "No discipline."Amber sticks her tongue out at her.

Meanwhile, Riley and Ophie are keenly staring at a tablet. Riley is doing one of those logic puzzles with a matrix of boxes to check and clues like "Jimothy didn't eat horse meat but Fartricia gorged on the succulent meat of a critically endangered white rhino sometime in the afternoon. Raytheon wore the blue pants." Riley loves this boring crap, and of course so does Ophie. She helps him whenever he seems stuck. They eat their ice cream the slowest.

Still. A quiet night like this with family is nice. After everything that happened the past couple days, you never realized how good you have it.

>>4830147
D'aww.

Something bad's about to happen, huh?

>>4830147
>"No wonder you're raising a future NEET with shitty taste," she grouses. "No discipline."
We grow up to become the people who disapprove of us. Why, Cerise, why???

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>>4830147
We are approaching maximum levels of comfy

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At school the next day, as you shut your locker, you find Winter's face, blank with loathing, staring back at you. She's leaning with one arm against the lockers.

"Oh--!! ... h-hey Winter," you stammer.

"Is my sister in love with you?" She asks.

"I... uh." You look around, unsure what to say. "She hasn't said those words? Exactly? But? She likes me?"

"What does she see in you?"

"I'm... not... sure."

"Yeah, me neither," Winter says. "You're gross. You smell funny and you look like you've got a bird nest in your hair. You stutter whenever you talk, and you let everyone walk all over you. Do you realize how out of your league you are?"

"Every day," you admit.

"Don't take it too hard when she leaves you," Winter says. She pushes off the locker and stares down the bridge of her nose at you. "You're trash, basically. So enjoy the unearned attention while you've got it. She'll find someone better soon."

She walks off.

[ ] Follow her -- defend yourself.
[ ] You have better things to do. Hurry on to Talia's American Lit class.

>>4830179
Gettin real sick of your shit, Winter.

That said,
>[x] You have better things to do. Hurry on to Talia's American Lit class.
Talia time, let's goo

>>4830179
>[x] You have better things to do. Hurry on to Talia's American Lit class.

>>4830147
So uhh

The instrumentalists don't know about Ophie, right?

>>4830179
>[x] You have better things to do. Hurry on to Talia's American Lit class.
Proving yourself is incredibly lame. Time to read Infinite Jest!

>>4830179
>[x] Follow her -- defend yourself.

Also, the time is 4:22 AM.

>>4830054
Just got back. And jeez, this Dutch Wife's got it all.

>>4830109
>>4830147
Also had a feeling Riley's the kind of rascal that would draw all the ara aras.

>>4830179
Eh, dunno if this is just Winter's backhanded way of worrying for her sister. But ultimately, it's a matter between Summer and Wes.

>[ ] You have better things to do. Hurry on to Talia's American Lit class.

>>4830179
>[X] You have better things to do. Hurry on to Talia's American Lit class.
We know she's all bluster now since the encounter in the car, no reason to waste time on her rude ass.

>>4830179


>>4830179
>[x] Follow her -- defend yourself.

She's clearly just jealous that her sister wants to spend time with us over her

>>4830179
[X] You have better things to do. Hurry on to Talia's American Lit class.

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>[X] You have better things to do. Hurry on to Talia's American Lit class.

"Snuggy Bear?" Summer says. She casts an appraising glance towards the front of the classroom, where Talia is lecturing. "...I don't see it."

"It's what she said," you whisper back.

"Snuggy twig, maybe," Summer says. She thinks for a moment. Then she groans. "Aww man. Does this mean she wants to fuck you, too?"

"Does that upset you?"

"Well -- not, like, completely. But you still owe me that video of you and Amelia doing it."

"It's on her phone. You'll have to ask her. But it might blow your mind..."

You're not sure how to deal with Amelia's special secret. Summer doesn't know, and you don't want to step on Amelia's toes by blabbing.

"Oh, sure," Summer gripes. "I'll just walk right up to my manager and be like, hey, let me get that video of you having sex with my girlfriend."

"I'm sure she won't mind..."

Summer purrs in frustration. "You're holding out on me. Jerkus."

You ignore her pouting, and peel your eyes forward.

"--director since. If you want to talk about quote unquote mad genius, Kojima cannot be topped. He was doing things in the 2000s and 2010s that elevated video games far beyond their then-current status as a child's diversion. He reckoned with socio-political issues in ways that no one else was doing at the time... perhaps in any medium... and entertainingly so..." behind Talia, on the board, is today's topic: "The Use of Symbolism in The Scarlet Letter."

>>4830225
>"--director since. If you want to talk about quote unquote mad genius, Kojima cannot be topped. He was doing things in the 2000s and 2010s that elevated video games far beyond their then-current status as a child's diversion. He reckoned with socio-political issues in ways that no one else was doing at the time... perhaps in any medium... and entertainingly so..."
I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-Kiri Rock. I need scissors! 61!

>>4830225
Muh based Talia

>>4830225
Can I have her as one of my professors PLEASE?

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After the bell rings, as you leave, Summer can't resist getting a dig in. "See ya, Snuggy Bear~" she giggles.

Talia doesn't even glance up from the papers she's reviewing. "You as well, Plumpy Plum."

Summer recoils. "What? Are you making fun of my weight? Are you calling me fat?!"

Talia looks up at her, as unmoved as ever. "Hm? No... I just thought if you were going to use Wes's pet name for me, I should use Wes's pet name for you."

"WHAT?!" Summer shouts. She looks at you, slackjawed.

"That's not-- I didn't--" you begin.

Summer slaps you upside the head. "You dick! You were calling me fat behind my back?"

"I didn't call you anything--"

"Ugh. You are the worst." She stomps off before you can lodge a defense.

"Well I think it's a beautiful name," Talia tells you, as if the fucking thing was yours to begin with. "I don't see why it upsets her."

"Why would you do that? Now she's all mad at me-- god, she might even dump me..." (Maybe Winter's little torment earlier got inside your head. You keep thinking about that -- about Summer dumping you -- and it breaks your heart a little. Even just imagining it.)

"She won't dump you," Talia promises. "Punish you maybe." She picks up her nearby stainless steel drink bottle and pops the suckable part up. She sips.

You shake your head, and turn to go.

"Oh, Wes."

You stop, turn.

"Are you busy later?" When you sort of half shrug, she continues, "there's a new bookstore open downtown. Well. New is a relative word. It's been there the whole time. But it hasn't been open for business. I wanted to go and check it out -- but whenever I go book shopping..." She clears her throat. "There's a Japanese word for this issue of mine, tsundoku. Well. In any case, I always buy a stack about this tall--" she indicates how tall with one hand held parallel to the floor, at a height of about a foot above her own head. "--It's a a lot of trouble to carry all that out of the store, and then into my car, and then out of my car again, and then up my stairs, and then into my apartment... I could use a hand."

"Bosphorus Rare Books?" You say.

Talia's face displays something like emotion -- in this case, the faintest afterimage of surprise. "Yes. I didn't know you read books. You certainly don't read the ones I assign."

"Uh."

"What do you think? Is it a date?"

[ ] It's a date.
[ ] It's a date. But we better take my girlfriend.

>>4830232
>[x] It's a date. But we better take my girlfriend.

Especially after that last remark, what the h*ck Talia.

>>4830232
>[X] It's a date.

>>4830232
>[X] It's a date. But we better take my girlfriend.

>>4830232
Fucking hell, lol. If we ever get a Talia PoV scene, I hope she internalises everyone as totally off-the-wall nicknames.

>[x] It's a date. But we better take my girlfriend.

>>4830232
>plumpy plum
Cute! Summers tanned and smooth thighs are sexy too!
>[X] It's a date. But we better take my girlfriend.
I don't want to leave Sumner out again, we could mend some fences.

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I'll let voting continue, but for now, I sleep. I'll continue Monday night!

>>4830248
Sleep well, OP-sama! This was one of your best, good lord.

>>4830248
Good shit, and good night, OP.

>>4830232
>[ ] It's a date. But we better take my girlfriend.
Of all people, why ask Wes for something that needs heavy lifting?

Or this is a big brain ploy by Talia for Wes and Summer to make amends. In which case, totally on board.

>>4830248
Night OP!

>>4830248
Rest well and hope you're feeling good even with your injury!

>>4830248
Oyasuminasai, OP-san!

>>4830232
>[ ] It's a date. But we better take my girlfriend.

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Alright lads, we've met the haremites - time for an impromptu BEST GIRL POLL! (New girls only)

These rankings will almost definitely change by the end of the season, but it'll be interesting to see how things are shaking up this early into the run.

https://www.strawpoll.me/45310837
https://www.strawpoll.me/45310837
https://www.strawpoll.me/45310837

>>4830232
>[x] It's a date. But we better take my girlfriend.

Remember the rule goddammit!

So, we're gonna /ss/ Riley, right?

>>4830442
Ehhh... At this stage I'm gonna say that he's in the same unlewdable camp as Ophie and Hazel.

>>4830468
I dunno, he seems pretty preoccupied with Wes's butt. Kid knows full well what he's doing.

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>>4830341
>https://www.strawpoll.me/45310837
>only one
You're awful
BANG!

>>4830232
>[ ] It's a date. But we better take my girlfriend.

I don't know how good an idea it is to bring Summer to Olivia's bookstore with everything going on, but we certainly aren't leaving her out.

>>4830442
At the very least I get the feeling someone might

>>4830468
I feel like that's a distinct possibility, but how old is he?

>>4830676
Old enough to know how to upgrade a computer and know the value of of a high end graphics card from his older cousin

>>4830054
i was expecting to get cooked, got toasted instead.
damn this was _good_
i wonder how amelia dealt with the post nut clarity. no matter how many rounds you pack its gotta come eventually, right?
and since i get a chance to vote on a thing:
>>4830232
>[x] It's a date. But we better take my girlfriend.

Hey, OP. I've been trying to reach you for the longest time, but never got around to it.
Have you ever written an omake or something of Alabaster throatfucking Vivian in public? I think it was at Season 1, but I don't know if I'm just schizophrenic or it actually happened. I've been looking for it for a while, but couldn't find it at all.

>>4831191
Doesn't exist! Vivian offered it during the dessert for dinner fiasco in Episode 9, but we politely declined. The closest thing would be the Public Indecency scene in S3.

t. Resident Vivian Expert.

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>>4831191
>>4831246
Here's that one, btw

https://www.op-studios.net/fq-lewd-s3e4

Which includes the first canon appearance of Amelia!

I just realized, Alabaster may have caught the COVID-24 and that's why there aren't a dozen little Soliloquies running around.
While unfortunate, that does mean he can cum inside without reservation.

>>4831354
The big plot twist is that PAP is actually a private school solely funded by the Soliloquy dynasty and every single student there is actually Alabaster's progeny in some way or another.

>>4831383
So Amber and Auburn really are sister and brother?

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>>4831486

>>4830232
>[] It's a date. But we better take my girlfriend.

>>4831383
The really shocking twist is that it only holds the #3 position for the title of "world's most incestuous school" -- losing out to Yale and Harvard.

>>4831286
Well, at least they gave her a good job in this timeline

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The Moms are playing NBA2KWhatever when you come home from school. It's one of the few games they enjoy playing together.

"Here it comes," K-Mom says. "Here comes the dunk!"

"Fuck you -- fuck you--"

"DUUUUUUUUUUNK TASTIC!" K-Mom shouts, triumphant, as she scores the basket.

"Great job. Enjoy being two points closer to my lead."

"Let's see that instant replay." K-Mom presses the button that calls for a slow-mo, close-up cinematic of the dunk. N-Mom's face puckers and she makes a disgruntled purring noise. K-Mom cackles. "Wait for it -- waaaaaait for it -- boom shacka lacka!" K-Mom slaps one palm with the other, so loud that it sounds like gunfire.

"You're losing. You understand that you're still losing, right?" N-Mom says.

"You may be the pussy-ass little bitch going for pussy-ass three pointers from the edge of the three-point line every time, but *I* have style. And I'm gonna keep styling on you all night long."

"That's fine. Still gonna kick your butt, baby."

That sparks a thought in you. Something you've been wondering about. "Hey, Mom?" You say as you walk up behind the living room couch.

"What?" K-Mom and N-Mom both say at the same time, pausing the game.

You cough. "This might sound weird, but... is it possible for a man to get pregnant? Like with another man?"

They stare at you.

"Oh my God," K-Mom says despairingly. "We completely failed you."

"We had the talk with her, didn't we?" N-Mom says. "And they teach this kind of stuff at school, right?"

"Jesus," K-Mom mutters.