You are Corporal Rosemary Finken, a Sturmgeschutz III Witch for the 178th Assault Witch Platoon, Lance F. You and your Lance led by Sergeant Poppy Wurger are on the march down the line in preparation for what is known as the Big Push. Most of it is just rumors, but rumors spread fast in the military. It’s all about a huge push from the trenches with all available reserves, every soldier and every gun. Probably just an exaggeration, Daisy did have a tendency to be somewhat bombastic when she retold the rumors.

But that’s probably miles ahead for now. Right now though, you’re marching through a muddy road alongside a convoy of trucks carrying men and materiel towards the trenches. It’s certainly cold, you can definitely tell by the fact that Daisy and Erika are shivering slightly. Neither of them have opted to wear the standard pants that comes with the uniform. Neither have you though, you understand why however.

The Rookie though, hasn’t got much of it. “I just don’t understand why you’re not wearing pants!” she says. “I mean, it’s- It’s indecent! What happens if the men or Officers walk by?”

Daisy walked along next to you, smiling evilly as the Rookie and Erika walked ahead of you. Erika said, “Because, Darling, it’s a matter of preparedness. Look at the Sergeant for example!” Sergeant Wurger turned back, waving a bit, then turned forward again. “She wears her miniskirt with pride and feeling!”

“But you can see her panties every other step!” says Rookie.

“Ooooh?” Erika leaned next to her, grinning. “I agree too, the Sarge does have a nice ass.”

[1/2]

>>32142619
“I-I- Stop!” The Rookie stepped back, her essentials clinking around in her knapsack. Another thing, she does tend to wear the knapsack rather proudly. The rest of you all abandoned it after finding that it didn’t take well to mud. The Rookie sighed a bit. She quickly dusts herself down and says, “I mean, you’re not even wearing any pants! Everyone can see your panties clear as day!”

Erika nods. “I know. Striped knickers.” She snapped at the waistband. “I quite adore them actually! Sawyer enjoys them too!”

Rookie blushed a little, rubbing her at nose. “I-… I still don’t understand!”

Daisy ran up behind her. “Understand this!” She grabbed the seat of the Rookie’s pants and brought them down with incredible force. The Rookie yelped as she brought her hands over her pretty white panties.

“Ah! Daisy-“ The Rookie tripped forward and faceplanted right into the mud with a squelching splash.

Daisy and Erika laughed their exposed behinds off, quickly running ahead of the Sergeant. They probably mean to find Elster. Sergeant Wurger sent her ahead to find something decent to eat for lunch. You looked at the Sergeant, who turned back at the Rookie, then shrugged and continued walking.

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at the Rookie’s plight. You were like her at one point. She tries to find a good foothold on the wet ground, groaning as her face, her glasses, her uniform, everything to her front is pretty much brown and wet.

> Keep walking, catch up with the girls
> Help her up
> Write in

>>32142636
> Help her up

>>32142636
> Help her up
No reason not to really.

>>32142636
>>> Help her up

>>32142636
> Help her up
Poor rookie.

> Help her up

“Come on, get up.” You offer your hand to her. She hesitates when she realizes it you, but then takes it and then forces herself to stand. She pushes some mud off her chest and then wipes it off her cheeks.

She says, “Oh… it tasted terrible.”

You wheeze a bit. Oh god, your sides.

“Stop laughing!” she says. You can see her blush behind her dirtied cheeks. “I- I’m a respected member of the Youth Corps, I don’t deserve this kind of treatment!”

You shrug, rustling her usually well-kept hair into a fluffy mess. “Ah, nobody cares.”

“I care!” she says.

With that, you continue on marching. She’s managed to pull her pants up at least, but you imagine if the proverbial shit hits the proverbial fan, they won’t be on for long. Daisy and Erika march along up front.

“Hey, Sergeant!” Daisy looks back at the Sergeant. “How come we can’t use our Strikers for long marches like this?”

“Because they’re worth more than you,” says Sergeant Wurger. “There’s no point in using them if you’re not going to kill anything, Daisy.”

“Pfft.” Daisy shakes her head. “Typical.”

> Talk to the Rookie (Topic?)
> Talk to the Sergeant (Topic?)
> Talk to Daisy (Topic?)
> Talk to Erika (Topic?)
> Keep marching along
> Write in

>>32142906
> Talk to the Sergeant (Topic?)
Fuck knows

>>32142906
> Talk to the Sergeant
so where exactly we're heading towards Sergent?
> Keep marching along

>>32142906
>> Write in
As always, look up, dodge bombs.

>>32142906
> Keep marching along
I can't think of shit to talk about.

>>32142906
>> Write in
Realize we are a mecha musume and unleash android powers.

>>32142906
> Talk to the Rookie
Ask if she's getting used to mud-marching yet.

>>32142906
Schteel, are we guaranteed to die due to drama? Or can we hopefully make smart/lucky decisions and save at least ourselves and one comrade to die due to terrorists while approaching retirement?

> Talk to the Sergeant (Topic?)

You ask, “Hey, Sergeant.” Sergeant Wurger looks back at you. “So, where are we headed?”

Sergeant Wurger points ahead. The Trenches are just about in sight. Certainly a cloudy day over the crater-filled, mud splattered land that was probably some guy’s farm. She says, “We’re headed up to be attached to the 3rd Battalion, K Company. We’ll be under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Stern. I hear he’s a nice guy.”

“Where’d you hear that from?” you ask.

“The Lieutenant.”

Hm. The Lieutenant’s not usually one to mince words. You all look ahead to see, Daisy, Erika, and Iris Elster on the side of the road. Elster has a dead goose underarm, probably for lunch, certainly looks fresh. But they’re looking far off at something.

You all stop next to them. The Sergeant says, “The hell are you guys looking at?”

Daisy points you all towards a tree.

There’s a naked dead man laying amongst the branches, bloodied. His limbs are splayed out in unnatural angles and directions and his jaw hangs open.

Elster asks, “You think he’s got any gold teeth?”

The Rookie turns a bit pale, blinking. “W-… why is he naked?”

The Sergeant says, “Shells have a tendency to blast people right out of their clothing. You can dodge the fire and the shrapnel fine if you’re good. The shockwave is a different story.”

That’s certainly something Lily learned.

> Have lunch
> Talk to someone (Specify)
> Keep marching
> Write in

>>32143161
> Talk to someone (Specify)
I'll go with >>32143081 again.

>>32143161
> Keep marching
kinda hard to eat when you're looking at dead bodies.

>>32143161
> Talk to someone (Rookie)
Let's just chat a bit. Eating after that sight is not very appealing to her I'm sure.

>>32143161
>> Have lunch

> Talk to someone (Specify)

“So, Rookie.” You decide to have lunch at the Trenches. Passing infantry might want some goose but that’s Elster’s problem, not yours. “Getting used to marching?”

The Rookie shrugs a bit, still a bit pale. Probably the first time she’s ever actually seen a dead body, well not counting Lily that one time. Then again, it was a strange experience, finding corpses in places you don’t really expect them. “Well,” she says. “Sure. I mean, I did sports at school, this really isn’t too much different. I just have to carry all this stuff around.”

You nod. “Of course.”

The Rookie looks to you. “So… were you recruited?” You look at her, surprised. “I mean, I know they draft witches, but I- Well I volunteered, immediately after I found out I was a witch. I mean, school is nice and everything but um… yeah.”

You think on it.

How did you get into the Army?

> You were drafted as soon as the local government found out you were a witch.
> When you found out you were a witch, you volunteered.
> Write in

>>32143498
>> You were drafted as soon as the local government found out you were a witch.

>>32143498
>> You were drafted as soon as the local government found out you were a witch.

>>32143498
> You were drafted as soon as the local government found out you were a witch.
Sounds good to me!

>>32143498
You were an army brat, after your family died, the army gave you a foster family but you have always been involved in the army one way or another. Serving to you was natural.

>>32143498
Inb4 this is historical fiction to LGA, the war is how all witches went extinct and how their existence becomes a myth.

>>32143498
> When you found out you were a witch, you volunteered.
Eh, I'd like to be a volunteer but no biggie.

> You were drafted as soon as the local government found out you were a witch.

“Drafted,” you say. “Mind you, I was pretty prepared to volunteer on my own.”

“Oh, what about them?”

You point to Daisy, who pokes at Elster’s goose curiously. “Daisy’s a farmer’s girl. They didn’t find her until she was actually pretty familiar with her powers.” You point over to Erika. “City girl there, she volunteered because the recruiter was handsome. Found her powers during processing.”

“And Elster?”

You shrug. “Elster volunteered too. She was a street rat when the government found her. And the Sergeant, she was a draftee.”

“Ah, I see,” says the Rookie.

“So, it’s all sort of diverse, in terms of background,” you say.

“Alright!” says the Sergeant. The Lance stops. “We’re having lunch before we move into the Trench. Let’s move to the side and let the trucks pass.”

…

…

Elster cooks a mean goose when there’s nothing on hand but a few burners, a match, and some weeds growing out of the ground. You all sit around, lying back on the ground digging into the goose. The Rookie is less receptive to sitting on the ground and opts for sitting on her knapsack.

> Talk to someone (Specify)
> Walk Around
> Write a Letter
> Write in

>>32143789
> Talk to someone (Daisy)

Am I the only one who can't see a verification prompt on quick-reply? What a pain...

>>32143789
>> Write a Letter

>>32143789

> Write a letter

"Dear Frederick, thank you for your nice letter, but I am actually an Imperial Witch who was born to kill, whereas clearly you seem to have mistaken me for some sort of wine sipping, federast clit suck. And although peace probably appeals to treehugging bisexuals like you and your parents, I happen to be a death-dealing, blood-crazed warrior who wakes up every day just hoping for the chance to dismember my enemies and defile their civilizations. Peace sucks a hairy asshole, Freddy. War is the mother-fucking answer."

>>32143789
> Talk to someone (Rookie)

> Write a Letter

You decide another letter to your father is in order. You pull out a fresh sheet of paper, a pencil, and start writing as the Lance talks and discusses or jokes, mostly at the Rookie’s expense. She sits there, eating quietly as Daisy and Erika lecture her on the whole Youth Corps thing. Good thing you never bought into that stuff.

But regardless, it’s time to write a letter.

Now.

…

Now.

…

Well, there really isn’t a lot to write about. Hm.

> Write about the Lance
> Write about the War
> Embellish
> Write in

>>32144177
>> Write about the Lance

>>32144177
> Write about the Lance
Yeah, let's.

>>32144177
> Write about the Lance
The war isn't exactly a nice topic.

> Write about the Lance

Dear Father,

I hope you received my last letter to you with care. So far, rest assured, I haven’t seen combat in the past few days. There are rumors going to and fro here and there but so far they remain only rumors. I and my unit have been transferred down the line and are now attached to an Infantry unit.

Did I ever write to you about the Lance so far? Sergeant Wurger is certainly someone you’d like. She’s smart, beautiful, dutiful. She keeps us all in check, she manages our Strikers as well. Lord knows what we would do without her.

Daisy has been going on and on about the latest football games as well. She still hasn’t forgiven me, Erika, and Iris for making her miss out on the last game. But regardless, she is enthusiastic. I like her, she’s still got that air of happiness that we all need in times like this.

Erika keeps us all clean, mostly out of the belief that we can remain clean and good looking in the Trenches. How wrong she is! She even makes us use shampoo when we can ourselves and insists on finding a hair dryer so that she can quickly dry her hair off after a nice shower. Erika is nice too, and I’m certain you would like her too, Father. She’s got your eye for cleanliness.

[1/2]

>>32144177
> Write about the Lance

>>32144611
[2/2]

Iris Elster is a bit of an oddball amongst the Lance. She finds things, she obsesses over finding things even. You could tell her to find elbow grease and headlight fluid and she’d find it for you. She says it’s because her younger brother was always asking her to find things for him, and she’d always do it. She just settled into the habit I suppose. I’d like to have that kind of talent she possesses.

Finally, we have the Rookie. She’s new in our Lance, fresh faced. Just like me when I first joined up. She’s certainly got quite a bit to learn about the War, but if you’re worried Father: Yes, we will take care of her.

Anyways, Father. Hopefully, I will see you again soon. Until next time.

Your loving daughter,
Rosemary Finken


The Rookie sits next to you, staring at your letter. You look over at her, a bit surprised. “Can I help you?” you ask.

“What’s that?” she asks curiously.

> “Nothing.”
> “It’s a letter to my father.”
> Point at her pants, “What are those?”
> Write in

>>32144632
> “It’s a letter to my father.”

>>32144632
> “It’s a letter."
Smile, smile! Smug one is fine.

>>32144632
"You don't write letters, Rookie?"

>>32144632
>Paper. With words.

>>32144632
>> Write in
"I am not sure, I saw someone else doing so I follow the tradition, I don't know who this Father is either...."

> “It’s a letter to my father.”

“It’s a letter to my father,” you say. You smile at her at that. “I write to him every now and again, he writes to me. It’s a mutual agreement of sorts.”

Daisy chews a bit, then says, “Her old man is a Doctor they say.”

You nod. “My father is a Doctor. He does work with children and stuff like that. But regardless, he’s a fine man and I love him dearly.”

The Rookie nods. “Ah, I see. I’m sorry for getting into your familial matters.”

“It’s fine,” you say as you fold the letter up.

The Sergeant licks her fingers clean of the taste of cooked goose. “Right,” she says. “We have to move to the trenches.”

All of you grumble a bit, standing up. Elster takes a bit of the remaining goose, wrapping it up in some spare paper, and stuffs it into her bag. You’re sure that Sawyer might want some of that. You drop into the Reserve Trench, passing on tired and bored looking infantrymen towards your new digs.

…

…

It’s been a few hours. You decided a nap was in order thanks to all that marching you did. You’re wrapped up in the scratchy covers in the bottom bunk beneath Daisy. Then you’re shook awake. “Gggh… What?” you say groggily.

Daisy says, “This place has fucking rats in it!”

“I don’t care,” you say. You turn over to face away from her. “Go away.”

“But our food!”

… That does pose an issue.

> Help get rid of the rats
> Fuck it, you deserve some damn sleep.
> Write in

>>32145029
> Help get rid of the rats
Well fuck.
Can always sleep later, can't eat later if the rats stick around.

>>32145029
> Help get rid of the rats

>>32145029
> Fuck it, you deserve some damn sleep.
Let the rats eat their fill! Glorious sleep!

>>32145252
If the rats eat their fill, then we can't eat our fill later!

>>32145029
>> Help get rid of the rats

> Help get rid of the rats

“Fine…” You roll out of bed, flopping onto the floor. You groan as you stand up and Daisy leads towards where the group is assembled. They’re taking the bread from their Quik-Eat Packs, taking some crumbs out of it, and piling it all into one spot. The lights are dimmed now, probably to further coerce the rats out.

“Here.” Erika hands you a sharpened spade. “Here’s hoping those little bastards like their last supper.”

“Right,” says the Sergeant as she places the last of the crumbs down. “We wait. Then on my go, we smash. Got it?”

You all nod, quietly.

You all wait around quietly, silent and deadly.

Or as silent and deadly as you can be.

Finally, you see some rats poking out. They don’t seem to notice you as they scurry along. Their fur is mottled with dirt and grime. Disgusting things. The Sergeant holds you all back as the rats start feeding into the pile of crumbs.

…

“Now!”

You all start slashing and smashing at the ground. The rats scatter like bugs under a light as you start beating up the ground around. Daisy is quick to get a few kills, splattering their blood and guts across the ground. The other girls meanwhile are not having much luck.

“There!” you say. You run at a rat, the Rookie looking and also running towards the same one.

The both of you collide into each other. The rat gets away scot free.

“Ugh…” The both of you take heed of your surroundings.

Then you find the Rookie has grabbed both of your breasts.

…

She looks down at them, then at you, and smiles nervously.

> “You can let go.”
> “Get off me!”
> “You could have just asked.”
> Write in

>>32145397
> "I hadn't pegged you for someone so forward. Guess you're not as milquetoast as you seem!"
Jokes are good.

>>32145397
> “You can let go.”

>>32145397
> “You could have just asked.”
Better handled with a grin than with a grimace really.

>>32145438
Sure, maybe just one line though.

>>32145397
> Write in
Moan and blush.

>>32145397
> “You can let go.”

>>32145397
>"You could have just asked."

> “You could have just asked.”
> Write in

You grin a bit. “Oh, Rookie. I didn’t think of you as someone so forward. You could have just asked.”

The Rookie goes red as a sunset and quickly jumps off you, scrambling to get away wordlessly. The Lance laughs, even the Sergeant chuckles a bit.

You stand up, dusting yourself off. “So, Daisy. Was it worth waking me to kill a few rats?”

Daisy says, “Well, I got three at least! How many did you guys get?”

“None,” everyone says.

“Oh, you guys suck,” says Daisy. Her eyes widen a bit. “Except for you, Sarge! You’re the best!”

“Good recovery, Daisy,” says the Sergeant.

> Go back to Sleep
> Talk to someone (Specify)
> Walk Around
> Write in

>>32145397
>> “You could have just asked.”
Hehehehehehe,,,,

>>32145749
> Go back to Sleep
We're fuckin' tired as shit!

>>32145749
>> Write in
Eat Rats, FEAST ON THE FESTERS.

>>32145749
> Talk to someone (Daisy)
Sooo...won't the other rats just return and eat our food anyway?

>>32145749
>> Write in
Rat hunting: Part 2: The Ratoning!

>>32145749
> Go back to Sleep

>>32145749
>> Walk Around
As always, look up, dodge bombs.

> Write in

Daisy drags you into another hunt for rats. Despite your protests, you get roped into reaching into huge holes, feeling around for rats while the rest of the Lance relaxes. Erika takes the time to wash her face, the Sarge takes a nap like you wanted to, Iris Elster cleans her rifle while the Rookie reads a book.

You really wish you were them right now.

Daisy says, “Hey, I think I got one!” she pulls out a dead rat, already rotting and smelling horrible. “Oh, nevermind.” She tosses it away. She reaches back into the hole, pressing her cheek against the ground.

You sigh. What did you do to deserve this.

The Lieutenant pokes her head, looking around. She clears her throat.

The Sarge looks up. “Oh, hey Lieutenant.”

…

The Lieutenant clears her throat again.

The Rookie blinks, then stands straight. Everyone else scrambles to stand up straight as well.

While you and Daisy are on the ground, reaching into ratholes.

“Right, just visiting,” says the Lieutenant. “Want to make sure everyone’s doing okay.”

> Let someone else answer
> “We’re doing alright.”
> Write in

>>32146229
>> Write in
As always, listen hard, dodge bombs.

Else,
> “We’re doing alright. Want a roast rat on the go?”

>>32146229
> "We have rats, sir!"

>>32146229
> “As good as can be, Lieutenant."

>>32146229
>> Let someone else answer

> “We’re doing alright.”

“We’re doing very well, ma’am,” you say. “Just hunting for rats.”

The Lieutenant nods. “Alright. Just checking in.”

Erika raises her hand. “I don’t suppose these Trenches have showers, do they?”

“If they did, I wouldn’t be checking in on you, I’d find you there,” she says simply. “Regardless, keep on your toes.” With that, she leaves you all.

Iris Elster huffs. “Lieutenant.”

Erika looks over. “What?”

“She’s a coward,” says Iris Elster. She sits down, returning to her cleaning her weapon. Now that’s something you haven’t heard in a while. “She does everything in power to avoid combat, don’t you know? It’s probably why we got moved down the line.”

“That’s not true,” says Erika. “The Lieutenant’s a good woman.”

> Side with Iris
> Side with Erika
> Stay silent
> Write in

>>32146514
> Side with Erika
Now I don't know the Lieutenant very well, but gossip like that is bad form!

>>32146514
> Write in
"Please girls, let's not foster bad blood now!

> Side with Erika

“Now, Iris,” you say. “Maybe Erika’s right. The Lieutenant wouldn’t be The Lieutenant if she were a coward. She’s been nothing to us but upstanding and polite.”

Iris grunts. “Then how come we haven’t seen combat in the past month? I mean, Lily got her leg blown off by a stray artillery shell during a probing attack but that was it. Way I see it, the Lieutenant’s trying to ride out the war.”

Daisy says, “I personally don’t really mind that.” She stands up, dusting herself off. “But, yeah, Erika’s right, Iris. I think you’re just reading too deeply into things.”

Iris nods. “Fine, fine. I’ll shut up about it.” She snaps her finger, smiling. “But… while I was out goose hunting, and since our good Sergeant is asleep and you know that she can sleep through the apocalypse.”

Erika glares at her. “Oh? What is it? A little girl’s leg?”

“Better,” says Iris. She reaches into her bag, then looks at all of you, grin on her face. All of you look at her with a “get on with it” expression. So she pulls it out.

…

“Is that-“

“Yep.”

It’s a fucking porno magazine.

…

> Fuck comrade at arms, you need that
> Eh… you can get sloppy seconds
> Write in

>>32146744
> Fuck comrade at arms, you need that
Now we don't really, but I wanna see what happens if we do.

>>32146744
>We can read it together.

>mecha musume quest
>not actually mecha musume
>instead, strike witches
oh fuck off, schteel

>>32146744
>>32146773 Hah, why not.
> Scoot over, Elster

>>32146809
you sound frustrated

>>32146773
>this

>>32146744
>Fuck comrade at arms, you need that
inb4 Gachimuchi mag

> Write in

“Hold on.” You hold your arms out, stopping Erika and Daisy. “Before we kill each other for this this thing. Maybe we can share it.”

“Yeah,” says Daisy. “You all can share it after I’m done with it.”

“Fuck you, Daisy!” says Erika. “Do you know how frustrated we get out here and look at the tits on the girl on the cover and don’t tell me nothing!”

“You sound mad,” says Daisy.

Iris Elster says, “Sharing though, do you mean like. All at once?”

You nod. “Yes. Like, in Kindergarden, you can read us the articles and show us the pretty pictures of the naked masturbating women with amazing tits and legs.”

The Rookie walks over, concerned. “Isn’t that contraband?”

You all say, “No one cares.”

Elster huffs. “Well, fine. Let’s all sit on my bed and read it together then. Does that sound nice and dandy, Rosemary?”

…

…

You all sit down on Elster’s bed, even the Rookie pokes her head over all your shoulders as you all frustratedly look at the pages of the magazine.

The reality of the situation in war is the fact that as growing girls, the idea of sex is really REALLY going to cross your minds a few times. You found yourself wandering when it comes to Sawyer or just random infantrymen who happened to be somewhat handsome. You’ve even woken up after some particularly intense dreams involving your squadmates.

This, however…

This was nothing short of pure awkwardness.

All of you sit there, blushing, red faced, sweating a little even as you stare at the pages.

“I can’t do this,” says Elster. She shuts the magazine and slaps it into your chest. “It’s yours.” She stands up and goes back to cleaning her rifle intensely.

Daisy and Erika look at you, hopefully. The Rookie simply crawls back to her bed.

> “Mine now, BITCH.”
> Let Daisy have it
> Let Erika have it
> See if the Rookie wants it
> Write in

>>32146964
> Write in
"Let's do rock/paper/scissors for it."

>>32146964
> “Mine now, BITCH.”

>>32146964

All we've gotta do is outlast the rest of them and it's ours.

>Continue.

>>32147009
This.

>>32147059
yes I like the way you think

> Write in

“Well, we could sit here and keep reading it. Or…” you snap your finger. “We could rock papers scissors for it.”

The three of you glance between each other, then raise your fists.

“Rock, paper, scissors! Shoot!”

…

It’s a three way tie between rock. You say, “We all can’t pick rock.”

“Rock, paper, scissors! Shoot!”

…

Rocks again. “Guys,” you say. “Stop picking rock.”

“Rock, paper, scissors! Shoot!”

Erika and Daisy who both picked Scissors look at you like you just punched a baby. That tends to happen when you pull out a rock against them. “I didn’t say me stop picking rock.”

Daisy huffs, jumping off the bed to hunt for more rats. Erika crosses her arms, standing. “I won’t even let you use my shampoo!” She looks back at you. “It’s STRAWBERRY!”

Wow. What a crushing loss.

> Find some place private to “enjoy” this magazine.
> Talk to someone (Specify)
> It’s around time for dinner, see if anything’s being served in the canteen
> Write in

>>32146964
>read it

>>32147177
>Find some place private to “enjoy” this magazine.

>>32147177
> Find some place private to “enjoy” this magazine.
I'm looking forward to the inevitable interruption. Assuming Rose doesn't come to her senses and realize privacy isn't a thing in the trenches.

>>32147177
>> Find some place private to "enjoy" this magazine.

>>32147199
Well, it doesn't need to be private, just "private".

>>32147177
>> Find some place private to “enjoy” this magazine.

> Find some place private to “enjoy” this magazine.

You stand, proud of yourself and your newly acquired porn mag. “Well, ladies. Or shall I say, girls. I am going to go find myself a nice and quiet place to have a good read of this on my own.”

Daisy says, “I’d say go fuck yourself but I wouldn’t want to put your right hand out of a job.”

With that, you wave goodbye and leave the barracks. Now, time to find some place nice and quiet. It’s not easy in a Trench, but in the six months that you’ve been in this army, Sergeant Wurger’s taught you a few things about privacy.

Thusly, you walk along quietly, passing by random infantry or soldiers. And then, you find yourself in a nice area of the trench. Doesn’t look like it’s frequented by the soldiers, and there’s even a little ammunition pit with crates of ammo and grenades dug into the side. Perfect.

You quickly force yourself in, getting a bit cozy, and then start reading up. You feel yourself smile at this one little victory as you get to the page with the nice cute girl with the amazing legs in black thigh highs. You let your thoughts wander as your free hand drifts down your stomach towards your waistline.

“… and you really think that the war will end this year?”

Oh for the love of mercy.

Sawyer and an unidentified soldier walk down the trench. Good, they haven’t seen you yet. Then they stop at the ammunition pit.

Sawyer says, “It has to end sometime.”

“Well, what are you going to do if it does?” asks the Soldier.

“Go back to the Hospital, work with my father again,” says Sawyer.

“Hmph. Nice having a steady job right out of it, eh?” He bends over, lifting up a crate. Oh, they still haven’t seen you.

> Give yourself up
> Remain hidden
> Write in

>>32147421
> Remain hidden
They'll be gone soon enough!

>>32147421
>> Remain hidden

Nothing to see here.

>>32147421
>Write in
Surprise them and ask them to leave.

You need this.

>>32147421
> Remain hidden
Unless it looks like they'll be grabbing crates practically on top of Rose.

>>32147421
> Remain hidden

> Remain hidden

Sawyer says as he picks up another box of ammo, worryingly close to you. “Well,” he says. “Admittedly, my doctoring skills does come in handy for a civilian and a military life.”

“Of course,” says the Soldier. “But you know, let me tell you something. Most of these boys here in the Trenches don’t really have too much of a future if I’ll be honest.”

Oh, please leave.

“How so?” asks Sawyer.

The soldier says, “Well, you see lots of kids fresh out of school alright. The witches too, they practically should be in school. What this war does to them is a sad thing. You see, you’re taught in school to respect life, to learn about different cultures, to grow as a person. Then, you get into the war right out of graduation, you have to shoot life to pieces. It doesn’t breed a good generation.”

Sawyer grunts. “I’d argue it breeds a great one.”

“Well, think about it,” says the Soldier. “If out of these Trenches walks a poet who creates beautiful literature, a scientist who cures a deadly disease, a man who becomes a benevolent dictator who will be remembered for centuries to come. Think of how many more if this war had not started.”

Sawyer asks, “How did this war start anyway?”

For the love of god, Sawyer!

“Hell if I know,” says the Soldier. “But there’s a mistake in believing there’s a point to it. Now come on, let’s get this ammo out.”

With that, you can hear Sawyer and the soldier leave without too much of a fuss.

Oh thank god, your heart is pretty much racing at this point. The feeling of being caught fingering yourself to a magazine of leggy females is certainly something. But to hell with it. You quickly adjust yourself, then pull your underwear down. Time for some action.

>>32147720
…

…

You arrive back at the barracks. Iris Elster apparently has started dinner with the remaining bits of goose. The Sergeant is apparently out, probably looking after the Strikers.

“So how was it?” asks Daisy.

“Amazing!” you say, flicking the magazine in your hand and letting the paper snap.

> Eat some Dinner
> Talk to someone (Specify)
> Walk Around
> Write in

>>32147732
> Walk Around
Might as well get a feel for the area so when SHTF we know where to go.

>>32147732
> Eat some Dinner
> Graciously allow someone else to take hold of the smutty Grail should they wish.
Man, that mush have relieved a lot of tension...

>>32147732
> Eat some Dinner
> Offer magazine to whoever
Rookie seems like she could use some loosening up for example!

>>32147732
>> Eat some Dinner

>>32147421
>Remain hidden
If all seems lost, book it. Nothing moves faster than a teenager caught masturbating.

Also, since when did the Thirties have porn this explicit? I thought all that was needed for men of the time to go rock hard was to see a girl's ankles.

> Eat some Dinner

You toss the magazine over to Daisy. Erika immediately jumps Daisy for it, wrestling with her for the magazine.

“Oi! Let go!” yells Daisy.

“You let go! It’s my turn!” yells Erika.

“You’re going to tear it!”

“I’ll tear you apart if you don’t let go!”

You sit down and grab the last scraps of goose meat, popping some of the chewy bits into your mouth. “So, Elster. Did I miss anything fun while I was out?”

“Besides Daisy biting a rat’s head off, not really,” says Elster. She points over to the Rookie, who’s busy reading while trying not to be distracted by the porn mag fiasco. “Rookie over there could certainly use that porn mag, but she probably won’t ever realize it.”

You shrug. “Of course. Sorry for forcing you to give it up.”

“Ah, there’ll be other opportunities,” says Elster. She smiles a bit, leaning forward. “Like the showers for instance!”

“Oh, you’re implying we get showers here,” says you. “Jeez, even with Erika’s grooming, she probably still smells like a skunk in heat.”

“Mhm,” says Elster. “Tell you something though. There’s rumors that tomorrow, we’re going to be part of the push.”

“Really?” you say.

“Yep,” says Elster. “Excited?”

> “Sure.”
> “Not really.”
> Change the subject
> Write in

>>32148021
Rumor this, rumor that, just show me the orders and not speculation.

>>32148021
Time to die, lol

>> Change the subject

>>32148021
> “Not really. Might be preferable to sitting cooped up here though.”

>>32148021

> “Not really.”

>>32148021
>> Change the subject
"Don't really care, what's ya reading Rookie?"

> Change the subject

“Well, rumors are rumors, unless you have something substantial…” You look over at the Rookie. “What are you reading there, Rookie?”

The Rookie turns to you. “The Guide’s Codebook. It’s mandatory for all Youth Corps to memorize every line in it!”

Elster says, “There’s 200 pages.”

“So?” says the Rookie. The both of you sigh. The Rookie says, “Now guys, I mean. The Youth Corps do excellent community service for the Guide. He leads our country through the thickest. He brought the Imperial Alliance out of the worst depression it had seen before the war!” She quickly reaches into her pocket and pulls out a picture. “And look at his doggy! It’s cute!”

Elster laughs. “Okay, I’ll admit. That dog is a total cutiepie. But that’s beside the point. You shouldn’t hero worship like that, Rookie.”

“Why not?”

“Because your expectations will never be met,” you say. “That’s just reality.” The Rookie frowns a bit at that.

> Encourage her
> Keep lecturing her
> Keep talking to Elster
> Write in

>>32148283
>> Keep talking to Elster

>>32148283
>> Keep lecturing her
LIFE BITCH, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

>>32148283
>> Keep talking to Elster

>>32148283
> Keep talking to Elster
Eh, she'll eventually get disillusioned on her own
Gotta sleep, thanks for running Schteel!

> Keep talking to Elster

“So, Elster. If we do step off tomorrow. I’m guessing you’re excited?”

Elster nods, smiling. “Sure! Beats being cooped up in these barracks with a couple of sexually frustrated nubile young women of legal age in the Imperial Alliance.”

You say, “Well, that’s certainly a reason.”

Elster says, “Honestly, I simply can’t wait to get home. There’s a nice boy who lives up the street from my apartment. Goes to some rich kid High School, probably wouldn’t ever notice me considering my background you know? But when I come home in military regalia and everything, and he notices me.” She grins, chuckling. “I want him to just fuck my brains out.”

You narrow your eyes. “Seriously?”

“If he gets me pregnant, that’s a bonus. Means I can stay home for paternity leave,” says Elster. “Hell, if you get home. Find the nearest guy, fuck him, poke a hole in the condom or something. Get pregnant, it’ll certainly save you the experience of the war.”

You say, “Ah, I’m not a slut like you, Elster. If anything, I’d like to wait for the right person, you know? I don’t particularly care if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“With the way this war goes, I don’t think that’s possible,” says Elster. “Find yourself someone nice, someone to settle down with. But let them be a civilian. Don’t try and go military, there’s only pain there.”

> Rest on your bed
> Talk to someone (Specify)
> Walk Around
> Write in

>>32148482
> Walk Around
Random encounter!

>>32148482
>> Talk to someone (Specify)
>> Walk Around
Find Sawyer

> Walk Around

You place your hands in your pockets and step out of the barracks again. You decide a good walk is in order. It’s a chilly sunset as another day passes without too much action going on. Maybe tomorrow if a push does come, you’ll get some kills on your Striker. Then again, you don’t have confirmed witch kills, just bunkers. That’s what the Sturmgeschutz III Model E Strikers are for, bunker assaults.

You do a little more walking around the trench, nodding to soldiers until you see a familiar face.

“Sawyer,” you say. Sawyer looks up from a piece of paper, smiling at you.

“Rosemary. Nice to see you.”

“What’re you reading?” you ask.

“Letter from my mother,” he says. “It’s encouragement, nothing too special.”

You smile, sitting down next to him. “That’s nice.”

Sawyer nods, looking ahead. “Mhm.” He offers you a mug of coffee, which you graciously take. You take a hearty sip of it and- “So, what were you doing in that ammo pit?”

You cough, rubbing your nose. Oh goodness, some of it went up your nose, wow this feels uncomfortable, goddamn it.

> “None of your business.”
> “Taking care of business.”
> “You knew I was there?”
> “I wasn’t in no ammo pit.”
> Write in

>>32148784
> “Taking care of business.”
> “You knew I was there?”

>>32148784
>> “You knew I was there?”

>>32148784
>> “Taking care of business.”

>>32148784
>> “Taking care of business.”
> “You knew I was there?”

>>32148784
>Furiously masturbating.

> “Taking care of business.”

You shrug. “I was uh… taking care of business.” You blush a little, looking away. “You know, that kind of business.”

“Ah, that’s fine,” says Sawyer simply. “I don’t blame you, the female anatomy is a beautiful thing that is to be treated with respect and integrity and-“

“Why are you putting it like that?” you ask.

“I’m just saying,” says Sawyer. “I don’t mind you masturbating-“

“I wasn’t-“ You’re about to pour this cup of coffee all over him, but that’d be a waste of coffee. “Okay, I was but- That’s not the point! I… I get frustrated every once in a while and I need release too you know?”

“I understand,” says Sawyer. “I just wonder why you’d choose an ammo pit.”

“It’s either that or the latrine.”

“Fair point.”

> “Screw this, I’m out of here.”
> “You don’t think me a slut, do you?”
> “Fuck it, let’s talk about something else.”
> Write in

>>32149099
>> “Fuck it, let’s talk about something else.”

Is Lily kill already?

>>32149099
>> “You don’t think me a slut, do you?”

>>32149099
>“Screw this, I’m out of here.”

>>32149099
>> “Fuck it, let’s talk about something else.”
Lily dead and gone, yeah?

>>32149099
>> “Fuck it, let’s talk about something else.”
"Hear anything about an attack tomorrow?"

>>32149099
>> “You don’t think me a slut, do you?”

>>32149099
>> “You don’t think me a slut, do you?”

>>32149099
>> “Fuck it, let’s talk about something else.”
Where do YOU masturbate?!

>>32149099
> “You don’t think me a slut, do you?”

>>32149099
>> “Fuck it, let’s talk about something else.”

Sure is mecha musume

Not that I mind this, though...

>>32149099
>“You don’t think me a slut, do you?”

>>32149266
Second

> “You don’t think me a slut, do you?”
> “Fuck it, let’s talk about something else.”

“You don’t think I’m a slut do you?”

“Of course not,” says Sawyer. “As Platoon medic, I’d be worried if you weren’t masturbating. It’s a natural thing for a growing girl.”

…

“Can we just talk about something else?” you ask.

“Sure,” he says.

You ask, “So, Lily’s dead for good right?”

“Yeah. They shipped her body back to the Fatherland,” he says. “State funeral and everything. I imagine they’ll give her a medal for bravery and for defending the Fatherland ‘til death. But, I assume you don’t want to talk much further about that.”

You shake your head. “Not really.”

“Right,” he says. “I don’t mean to make a fuss.”

You say, “Sawyer, I’d hate to see what would happen if you did want to make a fuss. Honestly.”

Sawyer chuckles a bit. “Of course.” He places his hand on your head and ruffles your hair, mussing it up a bit. It feels good.

Too good.

> Stop that
> Let him ruffle your hair
> Write in

>>32149479
>> Let him ruffle your hair

>>32149479
>> Stop that

Death Flags before a suicidal attack? Not on my watch

>>32149479
>Let him ruffle your hair
Smile.

>>32149479
Let him ruffle your hair

>>32149479
>> Let him ruffle your hair

>>32149479
>> Let him ruffle your hair

Lean into it. So it gets to the good spots.

>>32149479
>Stop that
Seriously. We want to live this.

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>>32149508
>>32149549

We're on the western front, for crying out loud

> Let him ruffle your hair

You sigh, leaning into his arm and letting him get his fingers deep into your greasy, dirty hair. His fingers feel strong, your hair tangles a bit as he runs them through but he’s quite gentle with it. It certainly doesn’t hurt.

No, quite the opposite.

It’s relaxing, it’s bliss.

Sawyer smiles at you. “Oh now, don’t go turning into a dog on me.”

You say, “Quiet you.”

Sawyer Hackett. You certainly don’t mind him.

“Sawyer!” A soldier calls out to him. “I need your help with something!”

Much to your sadness, he stands up and stops with the ruffling. “Alright, I’ll see you, Rosemary. Take care of yourself.” With that, he leaves you.

You sigh. Maybe it’s time to head to sleep or something. Then you hear it. Sharp cracks and bangs in the distance. Low thuds like a drum. Unmistakable.

It’s artillery. And from the angle of it. It’s yours.

Damn it. They were right. You are pushing tomorrow. Well, two days maybe. Depends on how long the bombardment lasts.

> Head to Sleep
> Walk Around
> Write in

>>32149754
>> Walk Around

>>32149754
Write a farewell letter for father.

>>32149754
>Head to Sleep

>>32149754
>> Write in
Write a will. I leave my organs for Rookie. May she eat with gusto.

>>32149754
>> Head to Sleep

We need out rest

>>32149754
>> Head to Sleep

>>32149754
>> Write in
Go see the artillary.

> Head to Sleep

You yawn a bit as you head into the barracks. The girls are already in their underwear, settling into bed. Erika especially is busy brushing her hair with a nice hairbrush she looted from a trench you raided a while back.

You sit down at your bed, tossing off your boots and your socks, then pulling off your blouse. You look over, Daisy is certainly enjoying herself with the magazine right under the covers. Jeez, no shame that girl. Besides that, everyone seems to be more or less prepared for sleep.

Except for the Rookie. She’s flinching at every boom and crack, trying desperately to look like she’s asleep.

Poor girl.

> Reassure her
> She’ll get used to it
> Write in

>>32149981
>> Reassure her

>>32149981
>> Reassure her

She'll get used to it in time but she'll be of no use to use in the big push if shes tired.

>>32149981
>> Reassure her

>>32149981
>Reassure her
Tell her it's outbound.

>>32149981
In fact, cuddle with her

>>32149981
> Reassure her
>> Write in
Cuddle, sing the boom boom lullaby!

> Reassure her

You kneel down next to her bed. “Hey, Rookie.” She opens her eyes, staring at you. “Just saying,” you say. “It’s outbound, it’s ours. They’ll be keeping the Federals awake, not us. Just get some sleep, we’ll be fine.”

She immediately grabs you and pulls you onto your bed in a deep hug.

“Um.” You blink. “Rookie? Please let go.”

She buries her face into your back, squeaking a bit.

“Guys?” you say. “Help.”

They look over at you, then shrug and go back to their beds.

Oh, fuck you guys.

You sigh. Well, there are worse ways to sleep out a bombardment. You reach over for a bed cover, then bring it over the both of you. At least you’re warm now.

>>32150264
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3bJ0FA_Z0I

That's it for tonight's thread of Mecha Musume Quest (Title probably a work in progress.)

Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteel

See you next time.

>>32150308
Wut. How come no one died? Everything I assumed has been a lie!

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>>32150264
>>32150264
>She immediately grabs you and pulls you onto your bed in a deep hug.
>“Um.” You blink. “Rookie? Please let go.”
>She buries her face into your back, squeaking a bit.

See you next time, Schteel!

>>32150308
Thanks for writing! I came for the anthropomorphized hardware and stay cause of OP and drama. Still wish Lily could be saved cause its only a little internal bleeding!

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>>32150308
Thanks for running this Schteel, have a girl in a Sturmgeschutz III Ausf E Striker.

>>32150446
This is very surprisingly relevant and I'm surprised I've never seen it before.

>>32150460
I cooked it up between threads.

>>32150486
Artistfag, I wuv u!

The tags on the archive should have "Cute PTSD" instead of "Cute girls"

>>32150486
Well, that's very nice of you. Thanks and keep it up!

>>32150501
No LGA tomorrow?

>>32150601
Don't think so. Depends on if I get home before 3:30 EST. If I do, then maybe. If not, maybe a fun thread or a continuation of Mecha Musume Quest depending on when I get home.

Also, I've been considering tacking Tank Witches onto the title of the Quest for:

> Tank Witches: Mecha Musume Quest

In order to satisfy both parties. Let me know if you have any better ideas however.

>>32150640

Thats not satisfying both parties, that pissing off both parties.

Fairs fair, I approve.

>>32150640
Quick Question about LGA about the Shurzen some models of the German tanks have the Shurzen installed so if we equipped them from the shop, what does that do?

>>32150915
Additional protection from HEAT.

>>32150915
It gives them the Schurzen, thus giving a bonus to defense against high explosive and HEAT rounds.

For certain models, this may also unlock the conversion of the model in which the Schurzen was factory standard.

>>32150640
Just call it Strike Witches Quest: WW1 spinoff.

>>32150963
So for something like the Panzer H right?

>>32151008
Its not really 'strike witches quest' since technically its on different 'verse from Planefags quest.
I am quite happy with 'mecha musume' quest for now.

>>32150640

I honestly don't care why people care so much about the title of a quest. Rose by any other time etc etc etc

Fuck the nitpickers and call it whatever you want. It's not going to affect your reader base anyway.

>>32151155

*honestly don't know

>>32151155
'mecha musume' doesn't carry the implications of pantslessness and rampant lesbianism that 'strike witches' or such does. I think that rebranding the quest slightly is reasonable.

>>32151197
Original art using title 'Mecha Musume' basically just Strike Witches without stories. They already pantless.

>>32150963
Have we had a case wjere we had heat or he rounds on our tamks

"mecha musume" brings to mind mechanical girls or girls based on guns, tanks, or planes. All this is is depowered (weaker shields? and no heals!) witches in WW1.

>>32151322
As someone who collects lots of mecha musume, that's somewhat but not always true.

>>32151518
well, as far as i remember its Humikane that use term 'mecha musume' for his work.

Arguably, old-time gundam girls art also quite skimpy, using bikinis or something resemble that

>>32151561
Mecha musume is a term going back to the early 90s used by japanese artists, dude.

>>32151581
Euh, no?

the term first used by Konami for their figure, which designed by Humikane.

Older than that is Gundam Girls on 80's.

Anyone other than me assume on first seeing the name that it would involve some sort of mecha Ika Musume?

>>32151884
just you, i see mecha before musume

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>>32151884
>mecha Ika Musume

>>32150640
Only just got a chance to catch up, so yes this is pointlessly late, but really, I don't think its worth changing the name because it doesn't fit one guys personal definition. If you're set on a name change then I do agree that keeping the Mecha Musume in the title is a good idea, but if you want to distance yourself from the spectre of SWQ, and to stress the fact that this isn't Strike Witches, you could always go for something similar but distinct; Trench Witches Quest, or Western Front Witches or something.

I agree with >>32158215 that by this point, dropping the Mecha Musume title is a retarded idea if you're not intending to keep the quest going for many more threads.

But vehemently arguing that this ISN'T Strike Witches in a different setting and that a broad term for anthropomorphized hardware is the more fitting term is a far more retarded idea.

Don't drop the title, just add something to it to make it clear to future readers that this is a Witches quest, not a Living Tanks quest.

Mecha Musume Quest: Trench Witches
There. Done.
Was that so hard?

>>32158562
I agree with you about the name stuff but
>arguing that this ISN'T Strike Witches in a different setting
Really isn't unreasonable - it doesn't retain the tone, the style, the characters, the plot or the setting. I grant you teenage girls use magic to pilot combat vehicles is not actually a particularly common element in fiction, but if someone came in expecting Strike Witches they really are not going to get it. I'd say calling it Strike Witches it would be far more disappointing and misrepresentative than calling it Mecha Musume.