Previous Threads:I - http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/19150253/II - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19189280/III - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19211609/IV - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19303155/IV OT - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19310246/V - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19348726/VI - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19385639/Twitter to follow along: HereticalLoveQYour name is Inquisitor Erik Kapernieks and you're a Frost. A frost with an immortal tsundere Farseer literally occupying his mind! You're on a quest to seduce members of an ancient order of Sorita witch hunters so they'll cough up the magical hat you need to jab into Abbadon to end his raging chest erection and release all of the rest of the witch souls.Wait no, that isn't right...The year is 2032, and it is the age of monsters.The monsterGIRLS being your main focus, or rather, girl as of a few days ago. Humans are gone, a thing of the past, too old school to still exist. Those that survived the event found themselves transformed into monsters.Karin notices you staring and raises an eyebrow “Something on your mind?”“Eh? Tits I mean no not really, why?”You adjust yourself in the surprisingly comfortable chair on-board the war dirigible that apparently this half Echidna's Minotaur father has been building in a cave somewhere. Without telling you he had a heavily armed and armored version of the Goodyear stashed away. The bastard.
>>19471031 Fuck yeah
>>19471031I love the opening, and the battle blimp.
>Apologize for my lateness, shit took longer than I thought. But anyways, thread on. I think I need a new computer, programs crashing out the ass just doing basic shit...“I can't wait to get home... I want a shower...” The half Echidna half Minitauros complains as she plucks at her damp, dirty clothes with obvious disdain. You almost tell her not to worry because her tail is even dirtier, but than you remember last night and think it best to not bring up her tail at all. Not yet, anyways.Maybe never. You aren't sure of the etiquette when discussing how you accidentally fingerbanged her cloaca. Probably different for her because she hates her snake body whenever it happens to her. Might be best to act like it never happened.At least the antics of the young and disarmingly cute kpop girls is keeping your mind off of strange forbidden entrances by making you wonder what kind of strange forbidden entrances they posses instead.Taking your advice, Jimbo ushered you all down into a rather cramped mess hall. “It would probably be bad if they started hitting buttons...” He had nodded when no one else was listening.Zoe, the lizard girl, has busied herself by attempting to sleep in the strips of light coming in through the small portholes. The interior of the ship rather cool, she's apparently attracted to the heat. As the ship adjusts course, however, she's often forced to abandon one section of floor for another as the light shifts.“Geeze! They should have at least installed a few heating lamps!” She laments, folding her arms and pouting. This only after nearly twenty minutes of her antics.
Awww yeah. motherfucker. Lets get rollin'
>>19471138YES FINALLY MADE ITWell, a promise is a promise Papa.I cant do any gang-banging,so how about some gang-petting?
Meanwhile Bill is sitting and looking as though he is deep in thought, an expression you don't often see from your hard drinking incubus friend. He's spinning the pommel of his sword around in his hand and seems very out of it. Not only that, but you keep catching Tomoe glancing over at him every few minutes. You aren't sure why but you have a feeling something is going on with that.Ivan, meanwhile, is slumped over on a table watching a vodka swish around in a half-empty bottle, almost longingly.“Yo slavbear, what's the deal?” You finally ask.“Eh?” Ivan turns his head, brow furrowed, “Oh well Essa doesn't do so well if the alcohol content in my blood is too high... You know how hard it is to clean blood puke up?”“Can't say I do and I've no desire to change that.”“I think it's nice that you're being so considerate, Ivan.” Karin scowls at you with just her eyes.“Right right.” You wave it off.With little else to do, you let your eyes meander around the small crew cabin. It's pretty sparse, spartan, even. Tables and chairs bolted to the deck, some food storage that is empty (you checked), and two heads. Little to keep you occupied, at all. A bored you is a destructive you.[ ] Go find Jimbo and give the heavy guns a try[ ] Test out the capabilities of the armor you found[ ] Pester Karin like a small child, “Are we there yet?!”[ ] Take kpop group on a tour of the dirigible you know almost nothing about, watch chaos ensue
New to this. Karin is OP pic + snake tail?
>>19471208test out armor
[X] Take kpop group on a tour of the dirigible you know almost nothing about, watch chaos ensueBecause why the hell not?
CCCombo!Test armour WHILE kpop tour.
>>19471208[ ] Test out the capabilities of the armor you foundthen[ ] Pester Karin like a small child, “Are we there yet?!”
>>19471185Some fine looking work there.>>19471208[ ] Test out the capabilities of the armor you foundWhy must you tempt us?
>>19471209Currently, yes.>>19471208Let's go see Jimbo
>>19471185This is everything I've dreamed of and more!Gang petting is best petting.Really like your little details and all of the expressions. You can tell they've fallen under the curse of the fluffy tails, which you've made very fluffy. I really like the look you gave Tomoe, fits my idea of her very well, and I think her expression is my favorite of the bunch.I absolutely love the pic.I always ask, but do you mind if I use this as the next OP pic? >>19471209Only sometimes. Genetics are funny when you mix monster races, her legs randomly change into a snake tail along with a few other changes. You're a Frost (male yuki-onna) mixed with a Gorgon, and if you grow your hair long, it turns into ice serpents. Just a few examples.
With little else to do aside from chaos and destruction, and as alluring as unleashing the young kpop group into the depths of the ship to do as they please...You figure you should content yourself some other way, a less ruinous way.So you turn your attention toward your armor. Hardened steel plates engraved and set with pale blue crystal. The pauldrons are each ornately shaped into the skeletal heads of dragons, eyes set with black jet and possessing teeth that seem to actually be teeth. The breastplate layers upwards toward the peak, with a large bird of prey you don't recognize at its center, talons raised and sharp beak open as though in a cry. You've never been a huge sucker for really old stuff, but even you are pretty taken by this armor.However you have yet to test one of its capabilities, or at least a theory of what the engravings are perhaps for.Karin watches you get up with a raised eyebrow, noticing you're focused on the gauntlets you've slipped back on, "What are you doing?" She asks as you proceed toward the head."Werking on sumfing..." You reply as you reach out and turn the knob to let cold water flow from a spout.It takes only a moment for you to start layering on the ice over the plates, making the frigid outer layer as cold and hard and dense as you can. You keep piling it on and on, until something just clicks and you know it's enough.You take two steps out of the head and groan, "Holy damn this is heavy...""Well you did pile on pounds and pounds of ice, what did you expect?" Karin stands up and circles around you, "Interesting... It seems that theory was correct, or so it appears. Take a look." She fishes in her pocket and offers up a small mirror.
>>19471283Thank you Papa-NAnd of course, you're free to use it.Hell, Im honored.
The ice has indeed formed as a hardened outer layer over the metal, appearing frosty and opaque over the plate. Even than, it is easy to tell she's right. As though directed by the armor itself, the ice has formed perfectly. Smooth and curved along the natural curves of the plate, even to the point of replicating in astounding detail the bird of prey on the chestplate and dragon heads of the shoulders. The light blue crystal manages to shine through even the frosted ice, giving the entire suit an almost surreal look."Whoa..." Is all you can manage as you turn to take it all in."You picked that up from down in there? Looks fancy, looks like something good to curse before leaving it..." Ivan takes a very small swig of the vodka before setting it back aside, "Hell, I'd curse it if I was about to leave it somewhere for eternity. Was it cursed?""Pfft. Curses. All that happened was I saw some crazy visions about an ancient Frost lord who stabbed me in the chest with his sword.""Dude... That kind of sounds like a curse." Your werebear friend sits forward in his seat.
You turn around to give him an "oh you" face, "Silly bear, thinking cursed armor is a real thing."Ivan chuckles and shakes his head, "Don't come crying to me when it freezes your junk off.""Hah!" You place your hands on your hips in triumph, "Nothing can freeze my junk off, not even liquid nitrogen! I've tried it!"Conversation inside the mess hall comes to a jarring halt and quiet permeates the air as every set of eyes inside the small room turns toward you. Karin giving you a very disapproving look, Tomoe a bit more shocked than anything, Bill appears about to laugh, and you get some worryingly curious glances from several of the kpop girls."Well I mean... It was a dare and I won five... Know what? Never mind. Yeah, I poured liquid nitrogen on my junk and it actually felt kind of good.">protip: do not try this
>>19471549Given that I think he was pointing me in the right direction to fix my magic ice cancer I think it isn't.
>>19471549Whaaat? The crazy vision of other ice people stabbing us was a curse? Naw. The dead Icelord seemed like a real bro.
>>19471558Karin obviously disaproves of you gambling with those nuts. They are her nuts and not yours to gamble with in her eyes. Why ladies always trying to make a claim on her man's nuts?
>>19471558> I poured liquid nitrogen on my junk and it actually felt kind of goodI move that we start a collection of Erik's greatest quotes.
>>19471558Don't try it at home kids, only licensed professionals and Frosts should pour Liquid Nitrogen on their genitals.
>>19471441Sweet, I certainly will use it as the next OP pic. Thanks for drawing, always makes everything better.The small room remains fairly quiet until you get Bill up out of his chair, eventually resorting to chucking almost perfectly spherical balls of ice at him until he relents."You want me to what now?" He looks at you as though you really are crazy this time, as if pouring liquid nitrogen on your own icicle and snowballs were only partially insane but this is full mental ward."Hit me. With your sword. C'mon, if it's worth a damn it has to be able to at least take a sword swing right?" You pressure him without relenting."I suppose? I guess it can't hurt. Unless it makes it through." The incubus shrugs before drawing his blade, "You want to try too... Uh, foxgirl?" He ends far more awkwardly than you're used to him being.The kitsune shakes her head but doesn't comment further, or turn around. Something is going on here and you can smell it like a spidergirl can sniff out whatever it is that they eat. You think.Shockingly, Karin doesn't voice any concern, still wrapped up in some of her gizmos and doodads."No words of caution?" Ivan asks for you, eyes fixated on Bill's hand and a half sword that gleams in the light pouring in on it from a porthole."Hardly nessecary. He's essentially trying to chop into a solid block of ice with steel underneath. Even if the edge could penetrate all of that ice, it would have lost too much energy to probably even dent the steel." The Echidna shakes her head."Hear that, Bill? She's saying you suck." You smirk.
There's a dull *thud* as the last third of Bill's sword slams into your side with a fast and deliberate blow. You look down and notice that the steel sword, a rather famous one at that, has failed to even find it's way through the entirety of the ice let alone the metal underneath."Fuck. Yes." You grin.What comes next is an assault from nearly all sides as more of the small group attempt to find their way through your armor. The drider girl, Mi Sun, even tries a disturbingly large set of fangs."Bhwain fhweez..." She shudders as she grabs her head and clamps her eyes shut."I am invincible!" You pronounce, "Fear your impenetrable armored overlord you mongrels!"Than Ivan knocks you to the other end of the room with a single swing of his arm.
>>19471688>"Hear that, Bill? She's saying you suck." You smirk.Ice cancer and we have one arm, we are winning this quest.
>>19471726we have both arms
>>19471726Nah, that's our dad.Hahaha, brute force works just fine on him.
>>19471744>>19471741I thought for sure he'd make us roll for that.
"O...Okay... So maybe impenetrable would have been a better choice of words..." You wheeze, curled on the ground after finally skidding to a stop. Though the dinnerplate sized paw didn't dent the armor, it did knock away a rather impressive chunk of ice and hit you hard enough to knock the wind right out of you."Oh shit, my bad!" Your werebear friend bounds over to you and helps you off the floor, "You alright?""Fine, fine. I think it best to perhaps avoid confrontation with anything either large enough to either devour me whole or crush me inside the armor."You stop suddenly when you start to feel very warm. Warm and wet."What's going... Ow. OW! HOT HOT SHIT FUCK HOT!!!!" You dance around, batting at the blue flames encasing your metal armor, having quickly melted the ice atop it away entirely."Don't forget the ice is worthless against anything with heat like my fire." Tomoe lectures you as the flames disappear. You nearly retort before realizing you're unscathed and don't want to wind up otherwise.After stripping off the armor and your clothes until Karin had forced you to stop "Before those girls start trying to shove bills in your boxers", you collapse on the cold tile floor with a sigh."Moooooommmm~" You whine as nasally and annoyingly as you can manage, right at Karin."Eh?""Are we there yeeettt?"
Unfortunately, the answer is no.Jimbo comes down a short while later and explains they aren't running full tilt like they had on the way to get you, as that consumes massive amounts of fuel and they don't want to stress the equipment as it technically wasn't even slated for a test flight until later in the month. Meaning you're going slow. Meaning you quickly become bored again.Fortunes change when you remember Ivan brought liquor.Soon enough, you, Bill, and the kpop members are playing a game of shotglass euchre."I'm beginning to suspect you're doing this on purpose..." The Centaur, Marie, speaks after you and Bill lose the fourth consecutive hand by getting set. Which means each of you take two shots."Pfft!" You shake your head as you set the glass down, "I had the King of hearts so telling you to pick up the Jack of clubs was just common sense."Bill nods repeatedly as though this were common knowledge to anyone who's played euchre."I'm bored!" Zoe shouts, slapping her hand of cards down on the table, "This is boring!"So sudden it causes all of you to jump at the blast of noise, warning klaxons sound loudly through what sounds like the entire war dirigible.[ ] "We're home!"[ ] "Fucking air pirates!"[ ] "I bet we're out of gas, let's bail before they ask us to help push!"
>>19471894[ ] "Fucking air pirates!"
>>19471894[X] "Fucking air pirates!"Ok, put on the armor, ice it up, and have Ivan perform a fastball special. He throws us right at the enemy groups.
>>19471915What are we going to do for the landing?
>>19471894We're home! It's air pirates! Adventure!
>>19471894[^] "Fucking air pirates!"
>>19471924Hopefully they're big enough to land on, or if we do it right we can hijack their vehicle.
>>19471894>[ ] "Fucking air pirates!"Batter down the hatches and get someone on the big guns>>19471915Bueno, second this>>19471924Create ice skatesMake curved ice rampslide to a stop like the chill motherfucker that we are
>>19471943We should go cloud surfing later.
>>19471894[ ] "Fucking air pirates!"Yaarg
>>19471894>[ ] "Fucking air pirates!"
[ ] "Fucking air pirates!"Time to fuck shit up
"Fucking air pirates!" You howl even as you snatch up your armor from the ground and start to hastily put it on."A-air pirates...?!" Mora fakes panic and hides behind a chair, "Oh no, big rough men who raid ships looking for booty... What will they make me do if they capture me? Oh nooo~""This is no time to be a slut!" Marie stomps a hoof, eliciting a long sigh from the succubus.Realizing you don't have what most would consider a melee weapon aside from your ice blades and wondering if you're bullet proof, you also secure your plate carrier over-top the ice over-top the armor. Just to be safe.Then you realize that a G3 rifle actually has decent stats when forced into service as a club or spear."Why do you think it's air pirates?" Karin has to shout over the klaxons for you to hear her, and you snap around to face her, eyes alight with a terrifying crazy hobo trash can fire.Your grin only grows and grows as you lower the helmet, "Look out the portholes."
Tactically don our cool new suit of armor, load up some 185gr FMJ in them drum mags. It's time to let the bodies his the... FLOOOOOOR![x] Air pirates
The Echidna girl hesitates for a moment, before slithering over to the wall and peeking through one of the round windows, before jolting back, "There's another ship out there!"Sure enough, when the rest of the group look, they can see them as plain as day. Barreling in fast and hard, engines spewing black smog and crude assortment of cannons and artillery pieces trained right at the war dirigible, the ships are not at all difficult to spot. Nor is the flag whipping in the wind atop each of them, black with a skull and crossbones."Air pirates." You say again as though to affirm that yes, they are a real thing, before giving your charging handle a knock to chamber a round out of a fresh magazine.An intercom crackles to life and Jimbo sounds rather frantic as he talks into it, "In case you haven't seen them yet, we've got company. Keep yer heads down and we'll be out of it in no time! Just don't do anything stupid!"Erik babelfish translation Everything -> Erikspeak: Do something stupid.[ ] Man the cannons but don't get cocky kid.[ ] Go play engineer and "coax" the speed out of the engines so you can outrun them.[ ] Stand on the outer bridge and look menacing.[ ] Huddle together with the girls and act scurred.
Fuck, every time i see the word pirate i think someone is talking about me for a secon.
[X] Man the motherfucking cannonsScrew 185gr FMJ, get some Frangible Armor Piercing rounds up in this bitch.
>>19472091[ ] Man the cannons but don't get cocky kid.literal cannons, artillery, or just machine guns?
>>19472091outer bridge menacing like a fucking ice demon
>>19472091[ ] The cannons, man them.
rolled 11 = 11[x] Man the cannons but don't get cocky kid.
>>19472091[^] Man the cannons but don't get cocky kid.And have Ivan [^] Stand on the outer bridge and look menacing.
I don't know what's going on, so lets go with whatever is the craziest while I catch up. Preferably if it's shooty/choppy/missile-y. Or possibly Fluffy.
>>19472131Cannons in this seense would probably be 20mm and up.
>>19472091MAN THE CANNONS! Blast them out of OUR sky!once that is accomplished, get drunk with karin
Mauser BK-27-style revolver autocannons please.
>>19472091Ship-to-Ship Combat!Load and fire Tomoe and Bill!
>>19472149IdeaWe man the cannonsGet Ivan in as much of the menacing part of the armor as possibleShape the ice with snakes and spiders and other creepy shitGive Ivan vodka, and make him roar at them
>>19472162Hopefully something like the M61 Vulcan. That be nice.
[ ]Man dem Cannon
[ ] Man the cannons but don't get cocky kid.They grow fat off the work of others, they must be purged.
GSh-23 "twin-linked" autocannon
1) Fuck YES, Questan tiem!2) [x] Man the cannons but don't get cocky kid.
If we REALLY want to fuck shit up, we have 35mm AHEAD aircraft and missile defense cannons.This system reads velocity from, calculates range and writes data back to each individual round while it passes the muzzle brake at Mach 3.I'd say the Mauser is the classiest though.
"Erik, where are you going?!" Karin screams so she can be heard over the loud alarms as you dash out of the room, nearly slipping on the tile floor. You make a mental reminder to let Jimbo know he should put some grip tape down or something."No time to explain, gotta go fast!" You shout, not bothering to turn around.You know you saw what looked like a control center for the guns around here somewhere. It had a chair, monitors, and joysticks. Has to be gun controls or a very intricate security system. Possibly one with zoom cameras installed in the showers. Is there icecream on the ship? You could spill some on the girls, get them sticky, they'd all hop in... "Damn it man, no time for that!" You berate yourself as you turn down another hallway. There! You see it!After hitting the chair at such speed you think you nearly sheared the bolts holding it to the floor, you spin it around and dump yourself down into it. The control console is dark, none of the monitors active. You get it started by flipping as many switches as you see and twisting the joysticks around."Gun control booting." Chimes a neutral robotic voice."Great, what do I call you?" You ask, and the voice nearly responds before you interrupt, "No time, you're Pat from now on. Get the damn guns up!""You can call me...""You're PAT! Deal with it! Now get this damn thing operational before you're scrapyard Pat!" You bash the top of the panel of monitors with a fist.One by one the screens begin to turn on, some blinking a few times before staying solid. You scan them eagerly, but don't see anything that indicates a weapon yet.
GSh-6-23 gas powered, 9-10k RPM (over 9k!) rotary autcannon, 23mm.
>>19472091Some one's gotta say it:>[ ] Huddle together with the girls and act scurred.
The 40 mike-mike Bofors L/60's make me moist.
>This is no time to be a slut!Ah, succubi. Then again, I wonder if the people are horrified at the way they act now compared to when they were still human.
"Gotta be honest, Pat. Not feeling the love here, not feeling it at all. Getting kind of twitchy, feeling like maybe grabbing some magnets and softdrinks."The last of the screens come to life, and suddenly the joysticks stiffen in place. All at once, glowing buttons light up and some even blink. Holy hell all of these buttons, why would Jimbo do that to you? He knows you can't handle this!Just as you're about to depress several buttons without understanding the code written underneath them, Pat actually makes a noise like it's clearing its throat."If I may, sir. Might I suggest rather than pressing the buttons to adjust the chair height, that you perhaps instead use the weapon selection menu?"Weapon selection menu?You look down at a screen set flat into the center of the console, between the two joysticks. A rather dull screen with a black background but very visible green lettering.>Forward/Aft 155mm HE>Side GSh-23 23mm AP>GAU-12 Equalizer AA turrets>88mm FLAK cannonsYou almost shed a tear at the sight of it, it's so beautiful."Pat I take back everything I've ever said to you, will you marry me?""I am a computer program, I cannot be your waifu.""Such a harsh and cruel world. Alright, activate them all. Let's show these fancy pants pirates who's boss of the sky!"1d20 for steehl rehn!
rolled 6 = 6>>19472383>"I am a computer program, I cannot be your waifu."I like Pat
rolled 26 = 26>>19472383Gen A quest AND SWQ?ON THE SAME NIGHT!?DAMMIT I HAVE FINALS TOMORROW YOU BASTARDS!
rolled 1 = 1>>19472383>"I am a computer program, I cannot be your waifu."Sad.
rolled 16 = 16>>19472383STEEEHL RREEHNNNN
rolled 18 = 18>>19472383Pat, you being a computer program just makes our love pure.
Gentlemen, obviously it's going to have turret-mounted pic related.Yesssss, yesssssssssss.
rolled 17 = 17>>19472383We have Acht-acht FlaK? Why didn't you say so Papa, you glorious motherfucker!
>>19472413Not any more.
rolled 9 = 9>>19472413whoops that was 120, my bad
rolled 7 = 7>>19472383
8.8cm Flugzeugabwehr Kanone (FlaK)
>>19472429That gun would fucking flip any land-based vehicle it's mounted on, unless it has some serious fucking ground-pads to brace itself with.The goddamned jet that carries that fucking thing HAS TO FIRE IT'S AFTERBURNERS while firing the gun, or else it fucking stalls!
rolled 19 = 19Did I hear Steel Rain? I think I did!
You stop for a moment, fingers hovering over the controls."What makes you think you can't be my waifu, though?" You ask, watching the pirate ships get closer on your screens."I am a computer program. I have no emotions and as such, no means by which to love."You run your hand tenderly along the array of monitors."Don't worry." You whisper, "I can teach you to love."It didn't take long to locate and snag the hard drive containing Pat the weapons suite program, and when you did, you hugged it tight. "I can teach you." You repeat.One last quick stop and you're out the side of the dirigible, falling gracefully until you're far enough away from the scene of the battle to pull the cord and let the parachute slow your fall.You spend many years with Pat, who indeed learns to love you as you love it. Though you can't father any children with it, because it is indeed a computer program, you get by adopting three rambunctious tank computers out of a T90A. You feel good, knowing you saved them from poverty and eventual whoring in Russia."I love you, Pat." You smile as you watch the sun set, some years later, children already asleep in their turrets."Response: I love you too, meatbag."
rolled 5 = 5>>19472429>>19472492Damn now THAT's a gunWell Im out gents. Time for work, college and bizarre pseudo-relationship bullshitWill try to spit out more shitty sketches for next quest.Bye, Papa, Bye gentlemen. Stay awesome
rolled 2 = 2>>19472383Bring the rain.>>19472516>meatbagOh you.
>>19472516Sweet robot lovin' cured our cancer.
Now that I think about it... the 8800GTX was the best graphics card ever... there's something about the double-eight that makes things awesome.
>>19472554Is it strange that i want those inside me?
>>19472578is...that a... moe anthropomorphic flak 88?god DAMMIT japan, why do you make my porn folder structure look so fucking weird
>>19472580You seem to have a twin-linking fetish.Have an E100 with twin 88mm L/100 guns.
>>19472580... kind of?
>>19472580Only in a practical sense
>>19472613I blame 40k.
>>19472554That's a 12,8cm Flakzwilling, not some kind of 8,8.
>>19472613Ohhhhhh my.... ...why couldn't they have put that in WoTs? It'd actually make me want to go further than the Tiger II or E-75.
>>19472580If you're a guy, possibly yes.If you're a girl, possibly no.
>>19472677What if i said i was both?
>>19472517>Time for work, college and bizarre pseudo-relationship bullshit>areyoume.pngHope to see you next time, eagerly await it as always. Your work is also hardly bad by any means.The guns come online almost the exact same time that the 155mm frontal howitzers line up with the four oncoming pirate craft. You're a bit stunned, as perfect timing is certainly not your average day."Guess everyone gets lucky some time..." You shrug, and depress the trigger.The four frontal guns firing in alpha-fire mode is enough to actually shake the entire airship. You can feel the vibrations through your fingers, your feet, and your entire body as the chair underneath it actually wobbles slightly. You watch as the lead pirate ship is engulfed in smoke, and notice as pieces go flying out of the cloud in every direction. Hot damn you love that feeling.Eagerly you squeeze the trigger again, but get no response."What are you doing, Pat? You can't hold out on me, you know I need it! Where's my shells, bitch! Gimme my shells!" You jerk at the triggers but still get nothing."The howitzers are currently loading. May I suggest you instead try the 23mm guns? Those will be within effective range shortly." The computer program informs you."Effective range?" You shake your head, "Fuck effective range."
>>19472613Oh god, that would have been so much fun to use. And a bitch to build.
>>19472655You seem to be correct.As someone dreaming to become a weapons engineer, I cannot help but love Nazi Germany.
>>19472580Perhaps you'd rather be inside of them instead?>huehuehuehuehueEight of the already twin-linked GSh-23 guns open up with an astounding rate of fire. Every fourth round is a tracer, Pat informs you. You'd thought they were all tracers, that tidbit of info only makes things all the more impressive.The sighting systems of the console are rather crude, and you guess likely unfinished. The red circle crosshairs don't compensate for drop, wind, anything. Meaning you've got to do it the old fashioned way by walking in the streams of tracers until you're on target. This proves a bit more challenging than you'd originally anticipated as the remaining three pirate ships further increase speed and begin jerking evasive maneuvers, which aren't that impressive considering the size of the ships."They enemy is launching jetbikes. I suggest you slave the AA guns to me and concentrate on the main ships instead.""God damn it, Pat, I'm trying to concentrate! Do whatever you want!" You grit your teeth and manipulate the joystick until at last you start landing hits on the approaching ship. Though you see some puffs of black smoke and realize they've started shooting back. A muffled explosion from overhead and the dirigible shudders."We've taken a hit, cabin deck, currently unoccupied.""Just shoot the god damn bikes and load the fucking howitzers!"
>>19472690You mean there was a pirate vessel left after taking nearly 28kg of HE?Also more glorious 88mm flakzwilling, this time on the E100's heavier brother, the Maus
Despite the torrent of fire you're laying down, you notice some jetbikes disappear from your monitors. They've gotten through the storm of metal.Well, some of them."Oh damn, ouch..." You can't help but wince as you watch an eyepatched pirate basically be vaporized, replaced by a cloud of 88mm flak."Gun ready!" Pat declares loudly, and you see the 155mm light up again on the screen.Wasting no time, you take aim at one of the two remaining pirate ships, howitzers rotating to keep pace as they attempt to come alongside. A really, really poor choice of tactics.Another four massive shells, the dirigible rocking hard as you fire the howitzers at complete right-face. Too close to miss.The pirate vessel is basically split into sections, parts of the deck careening off in random directions. One of it's props actually comes spinning off, bouncing along the hardened exterior plate of this warmachine of Jimbo's design."23mm turrets two, six, and eight offline." Announces the AI, and you notice as several of the screens go black, "The guns are being disabled."[ ] Stay on the guns and try to take out the last ship with whatever you've got left[ ] Get to the top deck and commence boarding action[ ] Find the hangar and hopefully a heavily armed jetbike
>>19472833Hmm...let's take the fight to them.[x]Find the hangar and hopefully a heavily armed jetbike
>>19472833[X] Get to the top deck and commence boarding actionFastball Special
>>19472833Jetbike. It has an underslung 20mm Mauser, right? RIGHT?! PAPA?!A 40 bofors is fine too.
[ ] Get to the top deck and commence boarding actionWE ARE KING OF ALL FROSTSNONE CAN STOP OUR MOST HOLY QUEST.
rolled 2 = 2>>19472833[ ] Get to the top deck and commence boarding action"Prepare to repel boarders! ...oh wait, that's us."
>>19472833[ ] Get to the top deck and commence boarding action
>>19472833[ ] Get to the top deck and commence boarding actionTHEY HAVE ENTERED THE HULKWE GENESTEALER NOW
>>19472833[^] Get to the top deck and commence boarding action
>>19472833Lets engage in some reverse piracy.
"Pat I'm entrusting the guns to you. Do not shoot me god damn it. I swear to fucking god if you shoot me I will shit in your terminal even if I have to do it from beyond the grave.""Understood.""I fucking mean it!" You shout as you leap out of the chair and into a hard run. The stairs aren't hard to find, and Ivan is already headed toward them."Where's Bill?""Went to find the hangar I think!?" Ivan shrugs, already fully changed, before grabbing you around the middle and continuing to run, "Much faster this way!"Indeed, with his impressive strength, Ivan can more or less just leap up five or six steps at a time and would have quickly left you behind inside your heavy armor. Still, you don't really like the idea of being carried, it's the principle of the thing."What's the plan?" The werebear asks as he flings open the door to the outside. Both of you have to hold your hands up to block the suddenness of the sun and wind."Plan? When the fuck do I ever have a plan?" You growl, pretty sure he didn't hear you as Pat keeps hammering away with blazing guns even as more of them are disabled by pirate fire.Ivan stops suddenly, looking first at you, then at the large pirate vessel only now maybe twenty feet away. You see a dozen or so of it's crew on top, readying lines to cast over so they can board. The werebear's eyes come back, and finally rest, right on you."I don't like that look, Ivan. I don't like it at all.""Time to fly, frosty!"1d20 for relative safety of landing zone
rolled 10 = 10>>19473012>relative safety
rolled 11 = 11>>19473012>safeSure.
rolled 2 = 2>>19473012And when we fly, we fly alone
rolled 3 = 3>>19473012I BELEIIIIVVEEEE I CANNNN FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
rolled 3 = 3>>19473012eh, why not? It's not like we're going to shatter to pieces or anything.
rolled 18 = 18>>19473012LET'S FLY!
rolled 1 = 1>>19473012oh lawd here it comes
rolled 1 = 1>>19473012I don't want to die!
>>19473060Hooray! We Liiiv...>>19473066YOU!
>>19473066well shit im done
rolled 5 = 5>>19473066>>19473068>>19473054>>19473051>>19473049ALL OF YOU STOP ROLLING RIGHT THEFUCK NOW
rolled 8 = 8Well thats one confirmed one, this can't get worse soo...
rolled 14 = 14>>19473049>>19473051>>19473054>>19473066>>19473068Looks like it's time for some HUE HUE HUE.
>>19473084I REGRET NOTHING!EXCEPT NEVER TELLING KARIN WE LOVED HER!
rolled 18 = 18>>19473136OR ACTUALLY BANGING THAT SWEET SWEET SNAKE TAIL
Massive, furry arms rippling with pure unadulterated power, Ivan grabs you, hoists you like a log, and gives you a toss.And by toss, you mean he fucking winged you straight at the enemy ship.Hurtling through the air, spinning end over end and tumbling hard enough you think you're losing magazines, you fly. Oh, isn't that nice, you can see the ground down there between the two ships. My what lovely clouds in the sky. Ah, how peaceful."Fuuuuccckkkk yoouuuuu yoooogggiiiiii!!!!!" You scream and scream and scream until you've landed on something solid, only you still keep screaming because.Well at least you landed safely, intact."Well well well, it looks like we've got a guest, boys. Why don't you give him a proper greeting?" A tall, black bearded dark elf gives you a mostly toothless grin before stepping back on his matching set of wooden peg legs.Half a dozen sets of hands grab you and force you to your feet, ripping away the rifle from your grip and snatching your sidearm. You're more or less pinned in place by the sheer mass of the monsters holding you down, and now you're disarmed. Why did Ivan think this was a good idea?"Sorrrryyy!!!" You hear Ivan yell at the top of his lungs, which is barely enough for you to hear it with all the gunfire."You throw like a fucking girl!"It is then that you spot it, possibly the only thing capable of saving you now. An open canteen at the side of one of the pirates. You'll only get one shot at this...[ ] Activate ice blades[ ] Ice rink[ ] Ice sculptures
rolled 9 = 9>>19473193[ ] Ice rinkDANCE FUCKERS DANCE
rolled 12 = 12>>19473193[x] Ice rinkLET'S DANCE!
>>19473193[^] Ice rink
>>19473193[X] Ice rink
>>19473193Ice sculptures.Bladed ice sculptures.
rolled 18 = 18[ ] Ice sculpturesWe board with swag.
>>19473193[ ] Ice rinkLet's do this.
Calling up as much of your power as you have, because you'll have to make this fucking quick, you concentrate on the water."What the shit?" The sharkman notices as the liquid comes flowing out of the canteen, right onto the deck. Where it freezes almost instantly.Before any of them can react, or even figure out what the hell just happened, you strike. Shoving with all of your weight proves effective, as you're the only one still standing on unfrozen ground. The pirates go sliding back, flailing and barely managing to stay upright, several even dropping their weapons. Bad mistake.Worse for them when the parallel ships enter a cloud bank.You milk that opportunity for all it is worth, draining the cloud of as much moisture as you can. Enough to harden your armor, enough to coat the entire deck, enough to form wicked long blades that jut out from your arms.Enough to function as somewhat crude but effective ice skates."What the fffuuu...!!!" One of the pirates tries to warn the others, barely able to see you through the dense cloud, but too late. You reach him in a mere moment, your right blade exiting his back and severing his spine the next. When you withdraw the ice blade, you can see the blood already frozen to it, tainted red in its entirety.You've been called graceful, not at flying, not at running or swimming, but at skating.A pirate doesn't get the chance to level his shotgun before you quickstep right and sever him at the middle with your left blade. His eyes still open in obvious shock even as the torso slides off the side of the ship, leaving a trail of blood atop the ice.
Something, I dunno. Probably too late to matter.
Again and again you strike using the darkness of the cloud as cover for your movements. More than once you nearly meet the edge and plummet overboard, barely managing to slice to a stop in time. It almost reminds you of playing furpuck back home.Except the fights in furpuck generally don't result in decapitation and or dismemberment."Just fucking shoot!" You hear the pirate captain order, followed by the crackle of automatic gunfire. Rounds ricochet off the deck of ice, some nearer to you than you would have...*HISSSSS*You look down and see fragments of a bullet melting into the ice on your thighs and forearms. Then you notice the large chip out of the ice right beneath where your plate carrier ends."Huh, guess I am bulletproof..."Despite the comfort in knowing the ice will stop small arms to an extent, you don't get too complacent. A shot to the joints or visor would render the armor irrelevant.Silently now, you skate closer and closer toward the remaining pirates. Some of them have to stop to reload, and you seize the opportunity.
A whirling, skating mess of now red stained ice, you hit them."It's some kind of demon!" One of the crew, a male dullahan of all things, screams before you impale him through the chest. Your first strike had been worthless, having simply knocked his head from his shoulders as you'd attempted to separate his head from his neck.Only now you've lost your element of surprise, and the vast majority of your momentum. Currently weighted down by a load of armor, ice, and more armor... You rather needed that momentum."I'll see how well you can fly, dog!" The captain lashes out with a cutlass. The hefty blade actually manages to sink alarmingly deep into the ice, so much you can feel the blow sharpen as it reaches the steel underneath.Leaping back, you avoid another blow and raise your own blades in defense. Though you don't know why you did that, as another cleave of his long curved sword snaps your left ice blade to pieces.Without some kind of weapon capable of blocking that cutlass, you aren't sure you can take him on at this range. Any attempt to block will destroy your other weapon and while you can reform them, it will leave you open. You aren't sure you can entirely rely on your armor to stop every attack, either.[ ] Slapshot[ ] Hat trick[ ] Penalty
>>19473514[X] Hat trick
[X] SlapshotTime to go Goldberg up in this bitch.
rolled 3 = 3>>19473514Hat Trick
>open MRE>expect goodies along with meal itself>get peanut butter, cookies, crackers, and jam insteadWell at least the cookies are decent...
>>19473514[ ] Hat trickHow are we getting back anyways?
Always hat trick.
>>19473549What no skittles poptarts or pound cake?
>>19473514[X] KICK TO THE BALLS
If you can't beat him up front, you'll have to be... Tricky."PAT!" You yell into the convenient headset you'd put on before leaving, "Activate assault protocol zero one alpha!"You start skating hard, digging into the ice for every ounce of energy you can get."I don't know such a protocol... I suggest...""Just fucking shoot him!"At the last second, you get low into as much of a slide tackle as you can manage. Which turns out a pretty good one, considering you're on ice. You go careening wildly toward the captain, who's swinging his sword down to intercept you. It's all in a john woo slowmo and some doves fly off of the side of the pirate airship in the background.Your feet hit him before he can get the blade down, hitting him right at the ankles. With a pained shout, he's knocked into the air."Dooooo eeeeeetttttt!!!" Desperately you scream to Pat the weapons program.The pirate captain spins around midair, evil grin on his face yet again, sword drawing nearer and nearer as he continues to rotate...Until he's turned into little more than red goo and bone fragments as a burst of 23mm cannon fire pierces him from head to foot.
>>19473601No, I feel cheated. Did buy a pound cake single, though. Milsurp store sells complete MREs for $7.50 which is a pretty good deal. I can only be so mad, it is pork ribs after all.You grimace as what's left of the captain basically just splashes down on you, anything liquid freezing fast to your armor until you resemble some kind of walking slaughterhouse popsicle.Yeah now THAT'S a look that will really make the ladies swoon."God damn now get me off of this fucking thing!""...Guys?""Hello?!"Well now you're stuck on a pirate ship with no forms of communication, it would seem.A massive explosion rocks the deck you're standing on and your eyes settle on something clutched, or rather, was clutched, in the pirate captain's left hand.A deadman switch.[ ] Jump for it, hope to get rescued before becoming a meat popsicle pancake[ ] Get to the hangar in time to steal pirate jet bike[ ] Bifrost[ ] Cut off an engine and use it to launch yourself back to your own ship
>>19473729[x] BIFROST! LET'S RAINBOW BRIDGE THIS BULLSHIT.
rolled 11 = 11>>19473729[x] Bifrost
>>19473729This sounds like fun [^] Bifrost
WE BRIDGE TO VALHALLA NOW(that was what bifrost was right or was that another bridge?)
>>19473743Seconding with gusto
>>19473729[ ] Get to the hangar in time to steal pirate jet bike
[X] BifrostLet's do this shit.
You're left with just one option. One hope. One chance for salvation.You'll have to make a bridge, a bridge out of whatever materials you can find. You scour the deck, see all the frozen ice. There's a lot, but probably not quite enough. You look toward the bow, but the nearest clouds are still too far. Time to improvise.Concentrating your already tired mind, you set to work...***You, Ivan the werebear, watch in what is close to absolute disbelief as the sight unfolds before your very eyes. A sight quite unlike any you saw before, and you've seen a lot of sights. The trenches of a massive war, men turned to stone by weaponized Gorgon eyes, a flash of drunken werebat tit, a pool filled with pure clear vodka... A lot of sights.But none quite like this.A bridge is forming, slowly, between the dirigible you're standing on, and the pirate craft some thirty feet away. You've seen your friend Erik form an ice bridge before, more than once. But never like the one you're witnessing slowly creep along.Though much of it is indeed made of water, some of it you know surely must be something else. A section of red, another of blue, yet another of yellow, and finally the clear ice to finish it all up."It's like..." You start, but than see Erik skate across in a hurry as the bridge starts to collapse just behind him, an inch behind his heels."Blood, piss, ice, and some faggot's blue blood! Bifrost, motherfucker!" The Frost yells up at you as he skids to a halt on the deck and the last of the multicolor rainbow ice bridge collapses.
>>neatorific! Just in time![ ] Bifrost
>>19473840Haha, nice work making a bridge.
>>19473840>a flash of drunken werebat titGo on...
>>19473840Stay frosty, oscar mike
Panting hard, well aware now you've been moving VERY quickly in a heavy suit of armor, you collapse to the deck. Tilting your head, you manage to take one last look at the pirate ship you just came from, before it becomes engulfed in fire and starts to lose altitude, sinking out of view."Dude, are you alright!?" Ivan shakes you and finally rolls you over before taking off your helm."Why is it..." You close your eyes, still breathing hard, "Never cat girls?"Your giant of a friend bearhugs you around the middle so he can hoist you over a shoulder enough to carry you. Mostly you just hang limp like a sack of potatoes."Whoa Erik, that was pretty cool!" Jimbo helps Ivan ease you gently onto a couch.You look at him, pleading him with your eyes not to do it. But there's no stopping him now."I mean damn, to think of something like that and not just freeze on the spot or crack under pressure! Bravo!" Jimbo claps, shaking his head as though astounded."Drop me back over the side, won't you?" You ask Ivan."I might do it for him!" A pair of soft hands grab you by the sides of the head and shake your noggin a bit, "Quit doing stupid shit to make me worry you idiot!"
>>19473840Papa-N, you make me happy.now proceed....
Oh papa-n. I love this.
>>19473925"Sorry, princess, but I don't know how to do that."
>>19473925Well there ain't no rest for the wicked
"Now hey, hey, HEY... Hey... I take offense to that." Sitting up as you talk, you come face to face with Karin, "I don't do stupid shit to make you worry, I just do stupid shit."With blindingly fast speed, so fast it catches you entirely off-guard, Karin wraps you up in her tail."Hey you're getting pre-tty g-ood with...Urk...!" She's getting pretty good with that tail of hers. The one currently almost crushing you."Now you listen here, iceman. I've lost countless hours of sleep and several pounds worrying and stressing and trying to figure out a way to save your life. Therefore you aren't allowed to go die during some crazy action film sequence. Got that?" Your Echidna girlfriend barks, before shoving her face against your own, pressing her lips down and forcing her tongue..."I'll just go check out the engines or something..." Jimbo blinks twice before quietly leaving the room, followed closely by Ivan.Karin pulls away rather violently, her entire face flush and sporting a mixture of confusion and something else."Why am I so hot? This body doesn't make any sense..." She frets, squeezing her own temples between her hands.You try to say something, but find yourself quite unable. It seems, instead, she's still binding you hard. The way the armor is hinged, it does nothing to prevent you from being strangled. Which may well happen as Karin continues to freak out.
>>19473925Is this the part where she grabs hold and never lets go, and our heart stops after about 45 seconds?
>>19474090I can see into the... past.
>>19474084Calling it now, a bad end involves being healed and then accidently strangled to death by Karin.
>>19474144Good end: Karin + CatgirlsTrue end: Karin + foxgirls and fluffy tail bliss
[x]cool her down.She'll get nice and sleepy.In fact, we could put her into a cold-coma and molest her, then warm her back up and she'd have no idea. I'm a bad man.
>>19474178I'm pretty sure that Karin does not want to share.
>>19474084Hey, there's nothing stopping you from coughing and spasming.
>>19474199We'll find a way, we always do
>>19474199Yeah, she'll want the fluffy tails all to herself.
>>19474199There's only so much tail one woman can handle.
"I don't get it. I'm really REALLY mad at you and at the same time it's exciting and... I just don't... Erik?!" She finally notices you struggling for air and quickly loosens her hold on you."Okay..." You rasp, gulping down as much air as you can as fast as you can, "I thought you were getting better with your tail, but now I'm not so sure..."The half Echidna girl spazzes for a few minutes as you strip off your armor, talking so fast you can't understand her as she both seems to scold and caress you at the same time. You're both frustrated at being lectured and very aroused by the way her tail moves, wrapping you up again. This results in..."Erik..." Karin finally stops talking, looking down at where her tail is again wrapped around your midsection, "What is... N-noooo!!!"She moves faster than what you thought was capable in her snake form, sending you spinning across the room where you bounce off one of the walls with a dull thud. Karin meanwhile is doing her best to hide behind a chair far too small to conceal her current form."You can't blame me for that one!" You start before she can, "That was all you! Rubbing on me and your tail was... You didn't realize you had my arm squeezed between your...""I-I wasn't trying to do anything lewd like that! I don't want my first time to be like this, not with this tail!"
>>19474212Harem ends are not necessarily best ends
>>19474262Seconded.That said aaaaaaaawwww, @ Karen in >>19474247
>>19474178Sexy End: Illithid-Gorgon hybrids!
>>19474262Eh, I'll give it to ya for that. I'm really more in favor of after all is said and done to go home and be a family man.
"Wait hold up I wasn't trying to do anything like that!" You retort, approaching her as she backs away screaming. You realize why as frosty the snowman hasn't exactly melted back down yet, "Oh come on, it isn't some kind of fanged beast!"You grab her around the middle and hold her down as best you can."See? It isn't attacking you! Grab it! Face it, don't run away!" You don't let her go despite her thrashing and screaming."Noooo!!! Keep it away! I don't want it!" Karin screams, the sound hard against your ears inside the small room."If you don't touch it you'll never conquer your fear!"Then, as you say that, you realize that the door is open and Tamoe is standing just outside in the hallway, watching with a look of pure disgust. Several of her tails and her left ear are twitching, and she seems to be at a complete loss as to what she was going to say or why she came here."Oh." You stop moving, as does Karin, "Sup?""We're... We're landing... Soon..." The kitsune takes another step back as she closes the door behind her.
>>19474247But I like your tail!
When you rejoin the rest of the party, it is to the deafening sound of silence. You exchange glances with Ivan, who shrugs and finally pulls you aside."These walls aren't as uh, they aren't as thick as you might have thought...""Fuck.""Yeah, I think that's what everyone though you were trying to do.""I was not!" You protest loud enough that everyone can hear, "I was trying to help Karin get over a phobia!"The uneasy silence continues for another moment, before Zoe, poor dumb ditzy Zoe, has to open her mouth."She's afraid of dicks?"
>>19474423I like these girls.
>>19474423Yes, I mean no, I mean shut up and sing a song or something.
>>19474335I'm not sure how I feel about this. On one hand, it's funny. On the other, it's awkward as fuck.
>>19474423[x]Yeah, a guy named Richard mugged her when she was young.
>>19474457I lol'd... Hard
Karin almost collapses, Tomoe jolts, and Bill coughs and hacks having been midway through a bottle of water and nearly breathing it."Z-Zoe..." Marie starts with trepidation, her face belaying she really doesn't know what to say."You're afraid of dicks?" The lizardgirl asks again, right to Karin this time. The Echidna girl buries her head in her hands, "I'm so embarrassed I could die!" She squeals."No, she's got some kind of complex about her current snake form instead of her legged one. Some kind of hangup and it isn't a simple one so I'd wager that right now, THAT is the reason she's afraid. It isn't the dick itself, it is everything else about the situation." You rattle on like some kind of mind scientist."You aren't helping. AT ALL!" Karin grabs your wrist and gives your arm a jerk.A few minutes later, awkward silence giving way to awkward "we totally didn't just have an awkward moment" conversation, the massive dirigible finally settles to the ground. You don't recognize the landing zone, but you're just glad to be back on solid ground. That is a VERY bizarre feeling for you and you aren't sure how to handle it.[ ] Go back with Karin, "help" her with researching the runes[ ] Head back to Ivan's and see if Essa found anything on the hard drives[ ] Go egg on Bill and Tomoe until they just fu...fight already
[X] Go back with Karin, "help" her with researching the runes
>>19474546[ ] Go back with Karin, "help" her with researching the runesIt's our most solid... ice... umm... some ice pun goes here.. lead.
>>19474546[x]Go back with KarinWe could totally help her get over her body-shyness.
>>19474546>[ ] Head back to Ivan's and see if Essa found anything on the hard drives>[x] Go egg on Bill and Tomoe until they just fu...fight alreadyWhy can't I pick both of these?
>>19474546[^] Go egg on Bill and Tomoe until they just fu...fight already
>>19474581most solid lead into cracking this cold case?
>>19474546I think Karin could use some alone time to recover.[x] Go egg on Bill and Tomoe until they just fu...fight already
>>[ ] Head back to Ivan's and see if Essa found anything on the hard drivesHopefully we got something from them... What is it we're trying to get from the hard drives?
[ x ] Go back with Karin, "help" her with researching the runes
>>19474596Sounds good to me sir.
>>19474546Head to ivans, give Karin some space.
>>19474546[X] Head back to Ivan's and see if Essa found anything on the hard drives
Yeah, Ivan's. Karin needs some space. She has body issues, adn we can help her, but you never beat a problem by beating it in the face until it's not a problem.Not with women, anyway.
>>19474546[X] Head back to Ivan's and see if Essa found anything on the hard drivesShe'll just be sitting on his lap idly drinking his blood while working won't she?
>>19474546Egg on Bill and tails
I had thought. We should sell tickets to the fight between Bill and Tomoe. Make a big event out of it.And you know split the profit them. We can all use some extra dosh.
>>19474681>profit with themBah. Need to check more.
rolled 1 = 1T-t-t-t-tiebreaker!1 = Ivan's place2 = Bill/Tomoe fight
>>19474681THIIIIIIIS.Also, [x]Fluffy Tails.
>>19474720Fuck me sideways.
>>19474725Well shit. Should I use the dice roll or this?
You know, since her tail is prehensile, Karin could very easily eat herself out.
[X] Head back to Ivan's and see if Essa found anything on the hard drives
>>19474752We're mentioning that next time we see her.
>>19474752Cloaca, it would count as ass to mouth too. Probably not her thing.
Alright I figured out a solution... I got thisWe'll do both
>>19474750Dice roll, its fairer
>>19474793I believe in you Papa. As long as there is casual blood soaking I am happy.
>No Suyettar yet.What a glorious start to this morning. Currently on my phone and for some reason it won't allow me to post pics of anything I've drawn. Not that there is much, just my repel amulet depicting that witch being enthralled by fluffiness.
>>19474793Both is good.I thought to myself, rum or chinese. And then I decided both. And thus was my dinner. Seriously, a Cuba Libre goes suprisingly well with lomain.Also... Fluuuuuffy tail
With a (still somewhat awkward) goodnight kiss from Karin, she heads back with her dad. You'd thought about mentioning that she could see how her snake bits felt herself, as she could quite easily well... Pleasure herself... But ultimately decided that information would be better to pass on at a better opportunity, not now."Poor girl looked exhausted." Tomoe comments as you watch the truck leave."I think we all are, at least a bit. C'mon, we'll take this truck." Ivan jerks his thumb over at a rather new looking pickup that the four of you pile into. You making sure that Bill had to share the rather cramped rear seat with Tomoe, just because you're such a nice dude.The ride back isn't long, at first, until Tomoe feels the need to wreck that."I still haven't forgotten about our fight." She glances over at Bill, the steel resolve seemingly back in her eyes. You don't know where it went earlier, but it's back now."A promise is a promise, and I won't back out of it. After I get some chow, we'll fight." The incubus nods, adjusting his sword so the pommel isn't poking his side.Oh yes, that's certainly what this atmosphere needed. Nothing quite as relaxing as anticipating a fight."Just had to wreck it, didn't you..." The low grumble of yours isn't apparently loud enough for Tomoe to hear.
>>19474881Don't worry, I have plans for her but not in this thread. Rest assured, it should be good.>>19474893>mmmmmmmmmmaaagic!>hell yeah!I remember that screencap
>>19474904You two, I demand you fight in a battle of sex. Your fluffy tails versus his Incubus powers, it is the only fair way to resolve this.
>Not in this thread but It should be goodon one hand, childhood nightmares, on the other the possibility that she somehow becomes a part of a new fetish because of this quest. Way too much to think about in the break of the morning inside my tent.
Though now with the mood ruined the drive takes much MUCH longer, eventually you arrive back at Ivan's cave-house. Rather fitting for a werebear and really a lot nicer than one would expect a house built inside a cave to be."Ugh... I need a stiff shot of the good stuff. Actually, I think I'll bust out some of that." Ivan groans as he adjusts his shoulders and cracks his back.Before you get within ten feet of the house, the front door blows open and something comes flying out. Literally flying."You're back!" Essa lands so close to Ivan that she actually collides with him, but her light frame isn't enough to do more than budge his heavy one slightly."Yep, safe and sound. Just like I said I'd be."The werebat clings to the werebear with her strange hand/claw/wings, having to look up to look into his face."Good! I-I'm hungry!" Essa says cheerfully with a small smile."Yo." You raise a hand."A...Ah.....Hi...?" The werebat shrinks down slightly, apparently having not noticed you were along with Ivan, or Tomoe.
>>19474955Hey now, that's EXACTLY what this has been building up to since we first met Tomoe. We're going to end up setting our friends up with the other romantic options Papa-N had for us since we decided to go steady with Karen. Remember we could have had the batgirl, but she's drinking from Ivan now.Also Papa-N, I've been expecting HUEHUEHUEHUEHUE involving Tomoe and maybe one or two of the K-Pop girls ever since their introduction...
I finally got to a Papa-N thread while it's running! Man, it's been a while.
A couple of minutes later and you're all seated inside Ivan's rough edged but nonetheless comfortable kitchen as he whips up a simple meal of sausage and eggs. Plus hashbrowns, as Bill simply refuses to shut up about them.Essa, meanwhile, is simply hovering over Ivan's shoulder and looking as though she doesn't know what to do. When she leaves to use the bathroom, Ivan fills you in."I think she's a bit embarrassed to eat in front of you guys. I guess werebats catch a lot of flak and mistrust from how... What they eat." The large werebear shrugs."Makes sense, I suppose." You reply after stuffing your face with a sausage and washing it down with egg yolk.Seemingly unable to wait any longer, Essa finally seats herself rather alarmingly on Ivan's lap, wraps her wings around his middle (which is almost too wide for her to do so) and gently sinks her teeth into his neck. For his part, Ivan doesn't even flinch, or stop eating. The whole time she quietly sucks, Essa's eyes never leave Ivan's face.It's so god damn cute you could fucking vomit as you simultaneously had a heart attack.Finally she finishes, releasing her bite quietly and without flourish, before settling her head down against Ivan's impressive pectorals. It almost looks like she's about to..."Oi oi! No sleeping! What did you find on those hard drives, batgirl?!" You interrupt loud enough to wake her back up.
>>19474984Was reply to>>19474915
>>19475097Oh shit, the DAAAAAAAAWWWWW is to much for me.
Oh shit, in a Papa-N thread while it's up!I just read through the archives of Heretical Love, Zombie and Witch, and this, and I'm a huge fan.It's also nice to see somebody who knows the incredible bullshit that is horrible small cars on ice-choked Michigan roads.Although the upper peninsula is a muggy, mosquito-infested swamp rather than a frozen hellscape at the moment.
>>19475062I don't think I run stuff nearly as frequently as HLQ anymore, but in my defense, that was a lot easier to write. Still is easier to write as it is far from serious all of the time instead of not serious some of the time.>>19474984It will probably be childhood nightmares and a simultaneous fetish. Maybe."H-huh?" Essa looks up, barely moving her chin off of Ivan as she blinks sleepily at you."The hard drives! The ones I gave you! What did you find!?""Ah." Essa says simply, sinking back down to rest on Ivan again, "Yes."A moment of complete silence passes, before you realize she isn't building on that answer at all, so you prompt her again and this time keep at it."Hmm... Well I've only managed to get through about forty percent of what Karin's program has dredged up, it's a lot of reading... I haven't found anything specifically about the Ice-core, but I did find some possible locations of high tech medical equipment that would still be intact. Inside bunkers and that sort of thing." The werebat recalls with a finger to her bottom lip in thought.
"Anything about a working MRI or something?""Ah! Now that you mention it, yes!" She smiles as she recalls it, "Several in fact. I already forwarded the information to the doctors and your dad, I think they're already planning to recover some of it in the next few days."You sit back and think about the new information. Though it isn't much, it's at least something. At the very least, it could probably be used to mark the exact center of your Ice-core so you don't just impale your own heart or something.But the peace of the dinner table isn't going to last long, you can feel it in the air. Also Tamoe is locked on to Bill with her eyes and a hard gaze telling him it's time.[ ] Spectate Bill x Tomoe fight[ ] Assume Bill for duration of fight[ ] Assume Tomoe for duration of fight
[X] Assume Tomoe for duration of fight
[X] Assume Bill for duration of fight
>>19475216Spectate. Only way we're seeing the entire thing is from the outside.
>>19475195Hot damn that must have been a few days worth of reading at least. Takes me a few hours just to browse through the HLQ archives while writing stuff for Eight, can't imagine reading it all from start to finish.Yeah I won't be trading my waaaghtrukk in for any FWD econobox, not in this state. You're in the UP? I make it up there every once and a while, mostly to hunt/fish. Shot my bear in the McCormick actually.
>>19475216[X] Spectate Bill x Tomoe fight
>>19475216[ ] Spectate Bill x Tomoe fightYell just fuck already when their both really focused on the fight.
[x] Assume control of Bill
>>19475216But tickets and bets...THE DOSH WE COULD MAKE!
>>19475252MI, huh? I've got family in Lansing; haven't visited the state in two years though...Reading the entirety of HLQ doesn't take too long if you read *just* the text version. Maybe four, five hours. If you read the thread archives you can kiss the next three days goodbye.
[ ] Spectate Bill x Tomoe fightThis gonna be some Samurai Showdown shit right here!
>>19475216[X] Assume Tomoe for duration of fightFluffy Tails powers activate!
>>19475252Well, it wouldn't have taken me so long if I hadn't made that giant hell-eel tentacle cock sheath with integrated cum reservoir, so.It was a couple days, in all seriousness, but it was a really good time. Z & W made me think about my relationship with my dad for the first time in like, six years. Not even kidding, here.And yeah, right up in the UP. I've got about forty wooded acres, so I don't even have to go off my own land to shoot bears. The downside being I don't have to leave my land to be mauled by a bear.
>>19475252[X] Assume Tomoe for duration of fight
"So you guys are really going to do this thing eh?" Ivan scratches the back of his neck and shakes his head, "Might just be me, but I don't get it. Kind of seems stupid to me."Bill shrugs as he removes his hat and long coat, setting them aside. He usually hides his Incubus features because often they bring about trouble, be it from jealous men or lusting women. It must mean he's taking this bout seriously and freeing up his movement.Tomoe is quietly meditating with her sword on her lap, eyes closed. Her nine fluffy tails blowing lightly in the breeze and her ears down as though completely calm.What you don't tell them, is that you've already got money riding on the outcome. Ivan wasn't too keen on setting up the hidden cameras until you showed him what kind of cash you were talking about, and after realizing it could set him up with several years worth of vodka, he agreed almost instantly afterwards.After that it had been a simple matter of hiring people and paying contacts to hype up the fight and promote it for you in your absence. Even you had been startled when you'd seen the total amount of money currently in the pool. A lot, a ton, a metric fuckloadton. Certainly far more than you've ever dealt with in the past. The stakes are huge and vastly in the favor of Bill, who's hands down the favorite to win.You almost think about asking him if he'd throw the fight for a huge profit, but knowing him and in the current situation... His honor to his word would override any sum of cash.Pity, because you could have really made some bank.
[ ] Assume Bill for duration of fightWE INCUBUS NOW
>>19475298True, didn't think about that. The pure-text version would be a lot quicker to read, but you do lose out on some of the experience of the whole thing.>>19475324>giant hell-eel tentacle cock sheath with integrated cum reservoirSchematic? You've got a schematic, right?Tell me you've got a schematic.I wasn't sure how believable I made the Z&W father/son relationship, dad left when I was really young.I wish the UP bordered the ocean and wasn't always so damn cold in the winter, I'd probably live there.
>>19475351Curse you Papa-N, curse you for crushing our dreams of so much money.Of course, Bill is pretty sick of his reputation and the trouble it brings him. Maybe he'd like to lose the fight and make us a bank or ten for his own reasons.Though really, I think he wants to win in order to win himself a fox waifu, in the form of someone who's never going to leave him alone. He's going to be her measuring stick, and she's going to keep him a reason to get stronger. As long as he can beat her, she'll stick around. Be good for him.
They need to draw Papa-N... for love.
>>19475390You did it really well man.
>>19475390Well, if you don't brace the oscillator sub-tendrils, the reciprocal motion would tear the whole damn thing apart. You can't just knock that shit up out of your head, man- you've got to have some numbers down on paper, yeah.The hardest part was probably rigging up something that would release the sheath ONLY when the reservoir was full of semen. The first version let go when one of the testers pissed himself in terror, which is clearly not design intent.Ocean would be nice, but a lot of the Lake Superior beaches are really peaceful, undercrowded places. Still, ocean fishing is beyond any other possible angling experience, in terms of thrill, variety, and alcohol content, so I understand your trepidation.As to the father-son thing, it wasn't a 1-to-1 match, because I'm not a Russian druglord's son, but that kind of poignant balance between pride and expectations- and the doubts that stepping away from a father gives you- were spot on.
Bill quickly bounces on the balls of his feet, before drawing his sword and turning to face the seated kitsune."Well you wanted a fair fight with no tricks, and you rightly earned it. I can't say I'll live up to your expectations of grandeur, or that I'll win, but I'm certainly going to give it my all." The Incubus says with a skillful spin of his sword.Tamoe's right ear twitches once, and she stands, back still to Bill."Ever since I first heard about you, what you did, the title you were given, I've sought to dethrone you of that position. Some depictions spoke of you as a dishonorable man, but I've found those stories to be false and lacking. Even still, I plan to rightly claim my title of fastest sword in the world." Tomoe finally turns around, her face stoic and as serious as you've ever seen her which has always been pretty damn serous. With no wasted movement, she draws her sword and extends it out."A fair fight, than? First to draw blood?" Bill asks.Tomoe nods just once.Their swords meet, lightly, the sound of metal against metal barely audible in the still air outside. Though you can hear it, a bell to usher in the storm.The fight that begins is at such a rapid pace that your eyes strain to follow it even slightly, let alone enough to understand it. Bill and Tomoe exchanging such rapid slashes and strikes that your mind can hardly process it. The incubus steps in for a thrust only to have to duck and roll sideways to avoid a powerful overhand. The kitsune moves in for a side slash before being forced to block and retreat under a series of violent cuts.
whoever win, we lose?
>>19475463>oscillator sub-tendrils>The first version let go when one of the testers pissed himself in terrorTruly you are a man of science. I must obtain one of these devices. Ocean fishing is one of my favorite things, shame I don't get to do it often enough. Glad to know I wrote a somewhat convincing father/son relationship because that's as much of being a father as I ever really want to experience.The sounds of steel smashing and sliding against steel reverberates through the cave entrance now, bouncing off the walls until it sounds as though there's a full scale battle of old occurring right before you complete with dozens of knights. Though you watch in awe, a part of you stays sober from the spectacle, and realizes just how great this is going to be. You'd left betting open for the first minute of the fight, and so you assume the last figure you'd looked at is far from accurate.That other part of your mind sees only $$$$$$ and right now he is one happy son of a bitch.Bill twists back and batters aside an overhead slash just in time before taking a few steps back and recovering his guard."Ho ho? You might not be as fast as everyone seems to think." Tomoe boasts, twirling the sword in her palm as though at ease."Most have poor judgement when it comes to the blade!" He replies with a simultaneous and brilliantly fast diagonal cut which Tomoe blocks, the force of his blade forcing the back of hers nearly against her face.
Another flurry of steel against flurry of steel, this time so fast that your eyes can't focus enough to see the attacks. You can only imagine the crowd is eating this up, they have to be. This will be a damn gold mine!Both opponents leap back, level themselves into a low guard, and charge. A classic swordsman on swordsman closing. Even you know that it ends here.The winner...It's...Its...![ ] "Bill!"[ ] "Tomoe?!"[ ] "A draw?!?!"
[X] A DRAW?!?!?!Cue an "EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!" from the crowd
[ ] "A draw?!?!"
>>19475645[X] "A draw?!?!"How else could it end, also this means they can share the title and JUST FUCK ALREADY.
[X] BillTomoe must follow him forever in an attempt to "beat him" so that she might one day become his waifu.
Tomoe. Bill's tired of the title, and holy shit we have a lot of money riding on this.
>>19475645A draw. It's the best way to get them together. We matchmaker now.
>>19475645Akuma! No, Eversor! Naaaw, lets set it a draw
>>19475645Bill; they both injured each other but Tomoe admits that he cut first.
>>19475679It's almost like the gang is getting back together.Ever do any more Galactic Partridges fluff?
>>19475645>[ ] "A draw?!?!"But did any one bet on it?
rolled 3 = 3>>19475645[^]The Frost that just made a killing on this fightOh wait you're talking about he fight.Eh. Draw would hurt the winnings...I don't know.Gogogo dice. "Bill!" "Tomoe?!" "A draw?!?!"
rolled 2 = 2Let the Dice decide.1 is Bill.2 is Tomoe.3 is a Draw.
If its a draw doesn't that mean we make bank because everyone bet on there being a winner?
>>19475645[x] TomoeA draw would be a cop-out! Let's get some nice drama in the form of be careful what you wish for.
>>19475712No one bet on the draw, meaning your cut in a draw would be nil. At least that's been my experience with sports gambling.
[x]DrawBitchin' the drama can continue long into their relationship.
>>19475730blah, meant in the event of a draw, money is refundedonly ever bet on football, though...
>>19475723Well it appears you beat me to the punch with the dice.A draw it is? (Everyone seemed to favor it anyways...)
>>19475730Wait, we set up a tournament and didn't even consider the possibility of a draw for a long shot bet? How dumb are we?
>>19475707It's almost like it is Papa. Actually yes, i've done a bit more with Partridges but real life has been shitting on me left and right, so i've not had much spare time. I've been covertly following your quests of course, but spare time has been lacking until recently. But now i can get back to work on Codex: Partridges. Really curious to see what 6th Edition 40k will allow me to shoehorn them into this time.
>>19475751Two for Bill; an Anon supported me.
>>19475707I'm still here too, I just haven't been able to save my list because my computer is broken, have to borrow others.
[X] "A draw?!?!"
>No one bet on the draw, meaning your cut in a draw would be nil. At least that's been my experience with sports gambling.Whah? I thought the whole idea behind a bet is that you put money on an outcome and if that comes true you get more back based on the odds provided. If you lose the bet you just get nothing back. Ergo, if its a draw everyone who bet money on Bill loses because Bill didn't win. And everyone who bet on Tomoe also loses because Bill didn't lose either. The only person who wins is the bookie because he is only obligated to pay money to anyone who bet on a draw.Either way my vote is still draw for DELICIOUS DRAMA YOU MUST EAT.
>>19475789Personally I think there be more drama with having Tomoe win and seeing her deal with all the challengers that would have been coming after Bill.
 A draw!?for love
>>19475773Yeah noticed that earlier but forgot to quote the post. I blame the vodka drink.A...A..."A FUCKING DRAW?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!" You shout, stamp your feet, toss a hat you don't actually have on to the ground and stomp on it, too.Bill and Tomoe both stop opposite of each other, a thin red line opening at the same time on each of their abdomens."OH AND FUCKING WHIPTY FUCKIN DOODIWOP THEY ACTUALLY HAVE TO NOT ONLY END WITH A DRAW, BUT END IT ALL CLICHE LIKE AND SHIT!" You can't think of anything else, so you just do your best Jags-fan impersonation.Ivan doesn't look nearly as broken up about the draw as you, but then again, he might not know what that entails. Oh all the money you lost... Well, didn't gain... What could have been... Such a travesty.Meanwhile, those two just keep standing there, frozen in place.That annoys you.That annoys the SHIT out of you.So you do the only thing that comes to mind, cup your hands in front of your mouth and scream at the top of your lungs, "JUST FUCK ALREADY!!!"
>>19475860Oh you and your lack of survival instincts...Wait how much would a porno of the two of them be worth? Not as much as the medical bills.
>>19475860YESSSSS. IT IS TIME.
make with the fluffyness of the fuckings, dear god the fluffyness, and besides Tomoe owes Bill one, she got a good time last time he had his hands on her and he's been left with nothin.
>>19475764Cool, you'll have to show me what new stuff you've gotten written up sometime. Also once 6th edition comes out we should totally have a thread about what to add for the gloreh of the partridges."W-w-w-WHAAATTTT!?!?!?!" Tomoe turns toward you and screams very high-pitched as the camera tilts toward the dusk sky."EEEEEEEEHHHHHHH!?!?!?!?!?!" Crowds in multiple bars all shout as they watch the drama unfolding on the 1080p broadcast."Eh?" Bill says simply, looking too surprised to come up with much more."You heard me!" You continue, "I mean god damn of all the shit to pull and it has to be a tie fight? How the hell am I supposed to make any mo.... How is this going to resolve anything?!" You quickly correct yourself, but the change doesn't appear to go unnoticed.Which means you have to press on, lest you be found out sooner then you'd prefer."I'll answer myself, it isn't! It's a tie, which could mean everyone will think you are equals, but it won't! They'll all think Bill is the faster one still!" You flail your arms and point at random things for emphasis. Oh fuck why did you keep talking? Why are you digging a deeper and deeper hole? Stop, Erik! You're only going to make this worse! But you can't stop, not here, not now."So since the fight clearly didn't resolve a damn thing, I'll say it again. Put the swords down, take two steps back, and just fucking fuck already!" You finish, horrified at your own words and the prospect of being diced into sushi and served along fried tofu.
>>19476030Best protagonist ever.
>>19476030Will do Papa. We'll have to exchange emails or something at some point, it would be great to have someone to bounce the Partridge stuff off of. A thread is a given, and one day perhaps there shall be a Partridges Quest. It would be the most epic quest ever, for sheer virtue of stealing the glory of every other quest.And silly Erik, why you no stay cool and frosty.
>>19476030Keep digging Erik! Escape to China!
I'm loving this alot
"*Ahem*" Tomoe coughs into her fist, and actually lowers her sword. You aren't sure why, probably to charge some kind of uber samurai ninja sword attack which will cut you into a million pieces but leave your heart and brain intact so you can feel every slice.Instead, she starts talking."While your rather... Crude way of putting it is vulgar, lewd and completely indecent... I suppose now is as good a time as any to tell you." The kitsune turns toward you, eyes averted, cheeks red, hands clasped together in her robes."Tell me what? Because telling me something isn't you and him getting down in this dirt and making with the nasty and the flinging of the monsterbaby batter and such. To be honest, I'm not sure why you aren't just going at it like two rabbitgirls. Do you need some carrots? I've seen them stick carrots in each others asses, would that help? Because I can get some carrots." Holy fuck mouth why aren't you listening to brain?! You're going to get yourself killed before you can naturally expire due to ice cancer! Or possibly find a cure for it."I don't even... Hush, you perverted mongrel. You see, he and I... We're already engaged to be wed." Tomoe finishes before closing her eyes and nodding as though that's that."Yeah cool. First you give him a good long blow, make sure to avoid the teeth and all that. Lots of tongue, crowd loves lots of tongue action. After that you get down right here on all fours and get to humping like... Excuse me, what?" You falter."Huh?" Ivan blinks."Ehhh!?" Essa holds a hand up to her mouth, looking more excited than shocked.A long moment of silence passes but you feel a massive disturbance in the force, as though a million bets had been placed but were suddenly silenced."...Wut?" Bill finally asks.
>>19476166Oh man, you make me laugh so.
>>19476166I think I've laughed so hard I just burst something.
>vodka stock dry>bourbon bottles empty>rum is always gone>only beer is from October>1:35am in Michigan>25 minutes to go to the store and replenish booze before night endsShiiiitttttt!!!!If I'm not too exhausted to the point of falling asleep later, I'll writefag some more. Maybe for this quest, maybe for something else, who knows? But damn I need some booze and a pallet of water so I don't get clogged after eating these MREs.As usual I'll lurk this thread from my phone while I'm out.If I don't continue tonight, it will probably be Saturday and perhaps Sunday as well, depending on if I have work I need to get done or not.
>>19476166Well that caught me off guard... Papa, why are you so amazing?
>>19476278Take care, mang.
>>19476278GO PAPA GO! Get that Vodka and water! Ugh that sounds like what i've been subsisting on. Looking forward to some more of your write fagging, as always/
>>19476166>"...Wut?" Bill finally asks.
>>19476278Okay thanks again for awsome questan.
>>19476278Why must rum always be gone? Anywho, awesome thread once again mang.
>>19476328>1/2 a TB>remember I need to find an enclosure for a laptop drive to turn it into an external so I can move my vore folder overThanks anon, also my fucking sides!>>19476399It is a personal quest of mine to find the answer, unfortunately thus far I have not found any leads, loot, or ladies along the way. I think it may be some kind of paradox so right now I'm blaming time lords.off to the store, wee>mfw I just realized this thread didn't have any vore
>>19476278Huh, good luck on your run. I know in jersey the Liquor stores have to close by 10pm.
this isn't archived yet?
>>19476432And that's a tragedy.
>>19476432Press on sir, press on... Huh I kinda noticed that too, odd.>> Rewatching Kungpow after all these years.Oh god, this is still fucking hilarious. Kinda tempted to now base a future Quest after this but I highly it'll hold up. Besides, I got something new planned this Friday.
>>19476553Hell yeah, Loved Kungpow. Still waiting for the sequel.
>>19476432"I now pronounce you man and tails! You may eat the groom!""Wait what.""Didn't I tell you? It's traditional for the male to be devoured by our fluffy tails so that their genetic material may always been stored within them and their bodies may be absorbed into ours so we can be together forever~. We're like angler-fish, but hotter!""So when I you told me to talk to your mom's ass and it talked back...""Yeah, she's not a ventriloquist.""Is this going to hurt?""Probably.""My body is ready, baby."
>>19476606Ahhh now that is the stuff. You can't leave us hanging like that. We need our fix.
>go take care of some stuff for a while>come back>read those last two story bitsmy sidesI wasn't ready...let's just hope Karin doesn't hear about this little incident
>>19476606I CAN FEEL THE HUE OVERTAKING ME. IT IS A GOOD PAIN
>>19476432Oh wow I was just joking. But. Uh. Here it goes.Upon closer inspection, they're less like tails, more like cilia. The fine, fine internal hairs of a massive maw, their tail tips undulating gently in the breeze that causes Tomo's wedding dress to trail as well. Bill removes his hat and tosses it to Erik. Erik, in a move some would call wise or foolish, has buried his face behind one of Ivan's hands to block this scene from his memories as Karin does the same with the bouquet.Everyone knows he will not need his hat where he is going.With a mighty lunge forward as if with an imaginary rapier, he moves smoothly into the silken forest of keratin teeth that sway and envelope his body. The fibrous tendrils of hair knit themselves in a quilt beneath his suit, binding his limbs to the tails as they drag him forward, inch by inch. With a mighty shudder, her tails clap shut like the jaws of a hungry plant, and there is a moment of silence."What the fuck was that." Erik gasps.Tomo responds with a quiet sigh.
>>19476735Who knew it would be so dark within the folds of a kitsune's tail. Bill shudders quietly despite the warmth, gritting his teeth as a small blue demonic flame escapes from one of his fingers to guide his way forward. Outside, he knows she's protesting his use of infernal flame as a light. But there is no sense in taking this journey without a guide and for now he is alone.Soon, soon they will be together forever.The deeper he goes into the tails, the more they resist him. They become dense, knotted, twisted, and for a moment he is tempted to use his blade, his expertise to cut his way through. But that would ruin the journey, and his reward is so close he can practically taste it.With a final deep breath, he pushes through the base of the tail, gasping for air within the tight woven chamber. He can no longer move, let alone breathe, as the hairs draw him forward. He sees a man-shaped indentation against her body, shaped exactly like his body, the tails having measured him perfectly from the moment he first touched them."Well...this is it. I love you Tomo."He hears no response as his body docks and the flesh envelopes him in a cocoon permanently. There is only the gentle echo of her body and her hair whispering "I love you".The guests stare, awestruck as they witness this final act of joining between loved ones. And the band strikes up a hearty huehuehuehuehue that they all perform a conga-line to, with Tomo at the front, every party guest grasping an inch of her tails in celebration.
>>19476807TEN MONTHS LATER:"Congratulations, Mrs. Tomo! It's a bouncing baby catgirl!"Deep from within the confines of her tail, the doctor, the blushing mother and even the baby can hear Mr. Tomo scream "WAIT WHAT THE FUCK?!"NTR/TAILVORE END
>>19476807>>1947673510/10 absolutely brilliant
>>19476735>>19476807>My fucking sides when I read these posts in Ron Pearlman's voice!!
>>19476866>>19476888Heh, thanks, you guys flatter me.Though now I can't unhear it too.>"Vore. Vore never changes."
>>19476863and it gets better >>19476888oh fuck I can hear it!
>>1947680710/10 would do againAlso, surprise NTR, you succeeded in making me spit my rum into the screen with that. Poor Bill, even in death there is still Hue.
>>19476807>>19476735...I would like to subscribe to your newsletter.
Smashing job, vore ending anon, smashing job!
Anon is Papa-N's mobile; it's the only explanation that makes sense.
>>19476936Updates weekly at alt.tailvore.wtfamIthinkingDidn't mean to butt in, but the gods demand huehuehue.And I must post offerings to appease those who appease the gods.
>>19476984no that masterful work was all anon and was 10/10 would read and get surprise NTRed again
>>19476991by all means you are free to appease the vore gods
>>19477043The hue must flow.Unfortunately I'm all out.
IS THERE MORE, PAPA-N?IF THERE IS NOT MORE I WILL YELL AT YOU WHILE POSTING IMAGE MACROS IN THE GREAT TRADITION OF OUR ANCESTORS (WHO ARE US SOMETIMES)
>>19477201yeah let me eat some real food first and drink more
>>19476166Almost what happened to me, but it was just "We're a couple."Reaction was exactly the same, though.
>>19477321You were dueling on film and a friend told you to fuck?
Alright get your cocks hard again because here we go.[ ] Erik's service in the rape forest[ ] Last teaches Kiara how to enjoy music[ ] Heretical party on the beach with the Pimp of the Imperium
[X] Heretical party on the beach with the Pimp of the ImperiumIs this even a real choice?Side note, thanks for writing today Papa, good stuff man.
>>19477471[X] Last teaches Kiara how to enjoy musicI need my Z&W fix.
>>19477471Has to be [^] Last teaches Kiara how to enjoy music
>>19477471[x] Erik's service in the rape forest
>>19477471[X] Last teaches Kiara how to enjoy music
Erik's service in the rape forest. Flashback time!
Waitaminute, forest? This is going to explain the squirrel girl thing isn't it?Put me down for raep forest.
>>19477513Yes' witness him heroically receive a TJ from an illithid!
"Ugh... What a long day..." You groan as you lean against the wall of the small hotel room, cracking your neck and just generally getting loose."Hmmm? I wouldn't say you worked THAT hard today, mortal." Kiara raises an eyebrow from her position atop the bed, laying on her stomach facing you and propped up with one arm.You laugh and just shake your head, "Yeah well "Silent but Deadly Lady", you weren't the one running around all day avoiding Order members, now were you?" You waggle a finger at her."Tch... I suppose you have a point. Consider that as my thanks." She rolls over on the bed, placing her hands under her head in that long black hair of hers as her vibrant purple eyes watch you.You just sit there for a minute or two, enjoying the relaxing sound of the waves crashing against the rocky beach outside. Little things like that are why you love the Florida Keys, because sometimes the things most simple are the things you miss the most when they're gone."I'm bored."You open one eye, not realizing you'd nodded off for a minute, and sigh, "And?" Digging around in your pocket, you manage to scrounge up the half crumpled pack of cigarettes and lighter.Not watching nearly hard enough, the feather pillow smacks you in the face and you just let it fall down onto your legs."I'm bored." Kiara repeats again, propped up on her knees in that hippyish summer dress she seems to have grown fond of, black hair now messy and some of it jutting out like little antenna.After a few silent seconds, you sigh, "Well what exactly do you want me to do about that?""Entertain me you idiot mortal, entertain me!"
The hotel room again, is quite small. But in the Keys, small doesn't necessarily mean cheap. You'd paid quite a bit in order to get it for the night, along with the promise of anonymity it got you. They had just marked the room as needing maintenance and un-rentable as they'd handed you the keycard.You don't exactly have much to work with here. A modest flat screen television, a radio, there's always the shower..."Don't make me get my goats..." The witch hisses dangerous and low."Oh." You notice something you hadn't seen before now that the closet is propped open by your duffel full of guns and ammunition, "A guitar?"For a brief period, you're surprised Kiara doesn't ask if you know how to actually play, but then you remember she can more or less just see your memories and must have known already. She's shown a bit of promise in listening to some music, or at least tolerating it, but you get the feeling she doesn't appreciate it."Did you ever listen to music much? I mean I know it was pretty rudimentary back then compared to now, but still..." You fish the beat up six string out from the closet and blow a fine layer of dust off its light brown wood."Music? I didn't exactly have time to settle down and listen to music." Kiara is laying on her back again, legs over the side of the bed this time, and she's kicking them idly."All the more reason to play something for you now. Lets see...." You finger the strings and test out a few, getting them into tune, "Maybe we'll try something a bit slower than funk, might ease you into it more.""I hardly think that...."But you interrupt her as you start to play."I don't practice santeria, I ain't got no crystal ball. I'd had a million dollars but I'd. I'd spend it all."
You keep picking away at the guitar, singing slow and soft. It's a song you know fairly well, one you can just pick up and play by heart. Kiara rolls over on the bed, watching, listening. She may act aloof much of the time, but you can tell there's an absolute well of intelligence behind those eyes of hers."What am I supposed to be listening for, exactly?" She asks, watching as your fingers move through a solo."Nothing. Everything." You keep playing."That didn't sound as deep as you probably intended.""It wasn't supposed to. Thinking about music is doing it wrong, you aren't supposed to have to think about it, you should just feel it." You slow your fingers down until you stop the song.Kiara just continues to watch you even as you sit still."Can you play something slow? Something... Sad?" The immortal witch asks, turning over yet again and sprawling out before tucking her arms under her chin."Sure..." You nod, hesitating for a moment.>what do you play>anyone still here?
>>19477670>Heaven and HellLet's rock
>>19477670Something bluesy. Sixteen Tons, Hellhound on My Trail, How Many More Years, something like that.
rolled 1 = 1>>19477670The Ink Spots - I don't want to set the world on fire
PomfWhatAreWeGonnaDoOnTheIdiotMortal-falldown-Waaaah!.jpgCannot post it. This damn phone.
Damn my human body for needing sleep
>Heretical Love QuestI didn't ask for this.Are we gonna get more Generation A or what?
>accidentally hit power button>have to wait for laptop to sleep and then boot back up>shamfurr disprayYou start playing again, keeping in mind what Kiara was asking for. She seems to listen a bit more intently this time, eyes almost glowing as the light fades outside, sun sinking below the horizon.You cycle through a few older songs, some blues, some newer stuff, watching for any change in her expression, anything at all. You see a faint shift in her eyes, maybe. Slower breathing perhaps. Still, no overwhelming gush of emotions pent up for perhaps over a thousand years. Though really, you hadn't expected that kind of reaction.As you slow to a stop and reach for another cigarette, Kiara opens her mouth, stops, but than decides to speak."You can keep playing. If you want to.""Ehh? Starting to like it maybe even a little?""Hah! It just is keeping me from being bored, is all, mortal."
>>19477766Eh, figured I'd wrap up the main Generation A part on something good so I'll just leave it for tonight. Pretty damn beat myself so just switching things up a bit is fun.>You didn't ask for this>but do you want it?
>>19477795Considering that I skipped HLQuest and I'm reading Generation A because...not sure, but it's good anyway...no, I didn't want more HLQ.But if you're exhausted then go to bed.
Well I suppose I'll crash for the night, getting to be about that time
>>19477837Ah I see. I figured most folk reading this had been followers of HLQ.
>>19477845Figured most of us were. I'm waiting for the return of Z&W, but Gen A works brilliantly too. You seem to have started to find some lighthearted tones for this. The start was like >"Well do lighthearted quest now!>Fatal disease>Only 1 month left live>Time to tell family and childhood friend and my friends from war>Oh god the hue is too cruel.
>>19477913Yeah it started a lot dark than I'd planned on. I think I've found the right groove for it though. It's going to be much shorter than HLQ or Z&W but might get a reboot/"second season" after I finish Z&W up. Might just use the world again.