>>35336993
> bum around at home
Muck around with the guitar

>>35336993
> bum around at home

>>35336993
Presumably our choice won't take all day. So let's
> bum around at home
for now, then hit the park a bit later.

>>35336993
Seconding >>35337010 and >>35337041

Stay home and practice the guitar, then go to the park afterwards.

Aw fuck it. I can't be assed headin' out just yet. I pick up my dad's guitar and give it a play. Somethin' about playin' the guitar feels good to me. I got no idea what I'm doing but I like it. Just strumming and plucking the thing, the thrum runnin' from my fingertips and up my arm, striking some sweet spot in my brain.

I play for a bit but my rumbling stomach has me groaning and stumbling downstairs, lookin' for a bite to eat.

My li'l sis, hadn't even heard her come in, was cooking up pancakes, a small stack ready for me. She was wearin cut off overalls and an apron over that, handling out pancakes with a plastic spatula onto a big serving plate.

She's a pretty great kid some times.

But she's lookin' at me side-eyed.

"You had a girl over last night?" she asked as I took up a fork and started into the stack.

> nah
> uh, yeah
> more 'an just one

>>35337127
> nah

>>35337127
>Hmm? Why'd you think so?
Fucking hell mate, I'm gonna miss this again because of school.
Oh well, guess I'll link what I cooked up for last thread real quick, see if anybody fancies it.
>>35196594
>>35196608
I'm just going to reiterate again, 'Id really love it if you guys held off on fucking Marta until the weekend, only teasing and training her for obedience until then.
Also:
>remember to buy contraception for Alma and the girls in general.
>find out what's up with sis
>deal with Gregory, but be cautious because we don't know what he can do
>read up on Greek mythology
>git gud with the guitar like a satyr
Now I've got to run, hope you can play well this time. Holding out hope that you're still going when I get back home (bout 6 and a half hours form now).

>>35337127
> uh, yeah
If she's asking, she already knows.

>>35337127
>> uh, yeah

"Yeah, I had a girl over," I said through pancake and syrup. So what I really said was. "Y' I 'a' a g'ul 'owa!" But I think she figured it out.

Mostly because she pulled Alma's boy shorts outta her pocket and put 'em on the counter.

"Maybe have her leave with panties on next time," she said, turning back to the pancakes she was cooking. Kid sister kind of looked angry. She was happy to tell me why. "You know you're always up in my business," she said, giving me another pancake, "Suspicious of every little thing I do. But here you are, bringing girls home and banging 'em in the living room."

She gave a frustrated growl.

> chill sis
> sorry sis
> write in

>>35337244
> sorry sis
We're just concerned for her, with the parents nowhere to be found, we want to look after her and keep her safe

>>35337244
>> sorry sis
>You can bring some girls home to bang if you want too.

>>35337244
> write in
"Well, you never fucking tell me anything! Tchh, fucking whatever. Keep your secrets."

>>35337244
>>35337278
This

>>35337244
> sorry sis
"I aint getting into cars with weird old men though."

>>35337244
Tell her we admit the stuff we do

"Sorry," I said after finishing the last mouthful, "But y'know, if you ever want to bring some girls home and bang 'em, I'd be cool with that."

She just snorted. "What if it's a couple boys, huh?" she said, sitting down for her own breakfast. Fuck, I didn't like the sound of that.

"Well, y'know you never tell me what's going on with you either," I said, scrapping up the last of the syrup, "You go skulking off with strange guys doin' I don't know what. When you ask me what I'm doin' I tell you."

"You don't know what you're talking about," she said, wiping syrupy off on the back of her hand. She threw down her fork, chunk a pancake still on it. "I'm going to school. I might be back later. Maybe."

And she picked up her bag and walked off, her butt bouncing with every step. Man, that's a weird thing to notice about my sister. Those overalls were too tight, was the problem. Guys might get ideas lookin' at her bouncy round butt walkin' down the street. Yeah. Just looking out for her.

So she's gone and I decide to play the guitar for a while. Just strumming. I crack out an old 'learn 2 play! Guitar edition' book from my dad's junk and try to use that but it just confuses the hell out of me. Don't know sheet music from Korean. Maybe I should look into getting proper lessons.

Anyway, its getting close to mid-day and my fingers are gettin' blistered. Maybe I should take a break from the guitar.

> head out to the park
> head to the mall

>>35337461
> head out to the park

>>35337461
>> head out to the park

>>35337461
> head out to the park

Park sounds good. It's a nice hot day.

I pull on my Celtics cap, carefully arrange my hair. Don't need to freak anyone out. I leave the guitar behind, but feel a funny turn in my gut when I do.

Huh.

Either way I head out.

It's a nice big family park and it isn't far. Has a jungle gym, a block of toilets and some nice trees. Always got birds singing and squirrels rustlin' about. When I get there it's got one of those outdoor yoga groups exercising by the shaded seats. Girls mostly, but a couple of guys too. And of course there were the joggers, with the pedometers strapped to their forearms, ear buds pumpin' tunes into their ears. They'd taken a break and were stretching out by the water fountain.

Then you had the stay at home young moms with their little kids, either in prams or toddlin' about the jungle gym.

I felt like...like I'd walked into a buffet.

> approach the joggers
> get some yoga goin' on
> go see the moms

>>35337597
>> go see the moms

>>35337597
> approach the joggers
Cardio bunnies yes please

>>35337597
> approach the joggers
They're alone and easier to take. A group will have others to be suspiscious of you and I don't feel like mom, we had it yesterday.

So who's panties were they? We've gone through a lot but I thought everyone's undies were accounted for.

>>35337597
> get some yoga goin' on

>>35337610
Not enough milf for you last thread?

>>35337597
>> approach the joggers
We've already got a milf and the yoga chicks ain't going anywhere we can check on them later, but the joggers might run off

>>35337597
> approach the joggers

>>35337654
>So who's panties were they? We've gone through a lot but I thought everyone's undies were accounted for.
Uhh they were very clearly Alma's, when she left it was mentioned she left her boyshorts behind

>>35337654
Never.

>>35337671
Ah, I was thinking of panties, not boyshorts.

>>35337597
> approach the joggers

There just aren't enough hours in the day to take all three options, sadly.

So I sidle up to the joggers. Three girls, probably friends? I dunno. One was sweating like mad, a bit pudgy and wearing an old t-shirt and leggings. Had brown hair and an upturned little snout of a nose.

The other two seemed more into it, like they went to the gym for fun as much as for their body. One was a blonde woman with a short curly ponytail and a hard face. She wore a sport top that showed her flat, defined belly, and short shorts that showed off long, tan legs. Blue and black, carefully color co-ordinated. She was pulling a water bottle out of a bag marked MMPD.

The last was an Indian girl. Sorry, Native American? A squaw or whatever, even had a feather in her hair, those funny Asian-ish eyes. Was pretty tall, taller than me, and had a long thick braid of black hair down her back. Was wearin' shorts over a one piece swim suit. Planning on jumping in the pool later?

Man, I was a little nervous approaching them just out in the open, and the blonde had a glare for me.

> approach the pudgy girl
> approach the blonde
> approach the Indian. Sorry, 'Native'

>>35337863
>> approach the pudgy girl
Let's make exercise fun for her.

>>35337863
> approach the blonde

>>35337863
>She was pulling a water bottle out of a bag marked MMPD.
woo policewoman

> approach the blonde

>>35337863
> approach the pudgy girl
Give her a workout

>>35337863
> approach the Indian. Sorry, 'Native'

>>35337863
>> approach the blonde
Maybe see if we can somehow separate her from the group, maybe ask about a police matter or something.

Then when we're away from them and in some cover we pounce.

>>35337863
> approach the Indian. Sorry, 'Native'
most interesting, although the blonde cop could also be fun.

>>35337863
>> approach the Indian. Sorry, 'Native'

>>35337863
>> approach the blonde
Let's get us a cop, more useful and I like me some blondes

we can always not do anything overt, perhaps make suggestions that influence their emotions or perceptions of us?

>>35337863
>> approach the blonde

>>35337863
> approach the pudgy girl
We don't have a this kind of girl in our collection.

>>35337863
>> approach the Indian. Sorry, 'Native'

>>35337863
I'll second >>35337934

>>35337951
That's something we should try out, figure the extend of our powers over them, see how subtle we can make it while still being effective.


>>35337973
>We don't have a this kind of girl in our collection.
For very good reason.

>>35337863
> approach the Indian. Sorry, 'Native'

Whichever one we start with, I'm hoping we can get a foursome eventually.

>>35337863
>> approach the blonde

>and the blonde had a glare for me.
well she's the challenge to overcome with this group, we get her and we can get the others easily

but if we don't go for her first, then she'll cause problems

>>35337992
they seem to be friends, so it stands to reason we can ensnare the others once we have one under our influence.

>>35337973
>namefagging

>>35337863
> approach the blonde

>>35338006
That's what I'm hoping for, get us a little harem of cardio bunnies.

That's also why I want to start with the cop, take her and the others won't be as hard.

I put on my best smile and walk up to the girls, pulling my cap down low.

The blonde is immediately eyeing me with suspicion. She had strong eyebrows, made her look a bit like a hawk. Had blue eyes. Deutscheland Uber Allies. Hitler's wet dream.

The pudgy girl is heaving and taking a seat, the Native Indian girl helping her.

"I'm puffed Peggy," she said to the blonde, cheeks red and rosy, "Can we call it a day?"

'Peggy' held a hand up for her friend when I came slinking up. "Can we help you?" she asked.

I eyed her up and down. Man, her outfit hid exactly nothin'.

> mind if I jog with you guys for a bit?
> actually, I need help with something police related

>>35338053
> actually, I need help with something police related

No way we're going to keep up with the cardio-bunnies at jogging. As of yet we haven't managed to figure out how to be in /fit/ satyr mode all the time.

>>35338053
> mind if I jog with you guys for a bit?

>>35338053
>Compliment her figure

>>35338053
> mind if I jog with you guys for a bit?

>>35338084
maybe they can help with that

>>35338053
say we're getting started properly exercising, we want to get fit, work out and get rid of our lazyness, and would she mind giving us some pointers on how to workout properly, we don't want to tear a muscle afterall

as an afterthought we could add in something about wanting to report a delicate matter to ther

>>35338053
>mind if I jog with you guys for a bit?
>ask for tips/pointers about getting fit.

>>35338089
>>35338137
>>35338170
we could blend these together some how, maybe compliment her and say whatever she's doing is working great and we'd like to know how to improve ourselves likewise

Gee, she's fit. "Gee, you're fit," I said, eyes roaming up her belly. She had abs. I didn't have abs. "Maybe you can give me some pointers. I'm trying to shed a couple pounds, get my bikini body goin'. Got any tips?"

She pulled on a pair of aviators. "Take a long walk," she said, "Off a short pier. That'll do the trick." Wow, she didn't seem to like me much.

"Or maybe I could jog with you guys for a bit?" I asked, doing an experimental bit of the high-knees on the spot, "See if I can keep up."

"You did want to go another half-hour," the Native Indian said, but her pudgy red faced friend just sobbed.

"You think you can keep up?" 'Peggy' asked.

"Sure, maybe," I replied with a grin, "I'll enjoy trying."

"Okay, fine," she stretched out her arms, "See if you can keep up."

And she started off, not even giving me time to stretch, a bouncy jog that had her pony tail shakin'. The other girls groaned, taking the time to stretch out.

> stretch out first
> just chase after her

>>35338247
> stretch out first
we don't want to blow our load immediately

>>35338247
>> stretch out first

>>35338247
>> stretch out first

>>35338247
>stretch out first
Chasing women is a satyr thing, so hopefully we've got some natural talent at it.

I'm kind of tempted to chase after her so we can separate her from the rest, then do our thing and rejoin them later once she's ours

>>35338247
> stretch out first

I figure no point blowing a knee. I do a couple stretches I remember from an old karate class I used to do. Heel and stretch, heel and stretch. The other girls are doing kind of the same, not really paying attention to me. The Native Indian has her left leg pulled up behind at the knee, breathing out a couple puffs.

"She's crazy, Chris," the pudgy girl said, stretching out her back, touching her toes.

"She's not crazy Mandy, she's just intense," 'Chris' replied, "You should take this more seriously if you want to run with us."

Gossip, gossip. My mind's eye was on the fit girl's ass. So were my real eyes, but it was startin' to get out of view.

I bounce up to my feet, feelin' strong and limber.

"See you ladies on the other side!" I said, waving to them as they set off. 'Chris' rolled her eyes and Mandy groaned.

I was feeling pretty strong. I didn't go running much unless I was forced to. But I guess I had good motivation. We were getting into a wooded area when I came around the curb and saw Peggy. More accurately her ass, bouncin' one and the other as she pounded the pavement, hips swingin'.

I was coming up beside her.

> whistle at that ass
> just keep up with her
> try and overtake her

>>35338347
> just keep up with her
Let's go somewhere and have some fun.

>>35338347
>> just keep up with her

>>35338347
>> whistle at that ass

>>35338347
> just keep up with her

>>35338347
>> try and overtake her

Our god mentioned amazons before, if she doesn't respond to >>35338352 properly she may be an enemy

>>35338347
> try and overtake her
Might be competitive

>>35338375
I think Alma might be an 'amazon', or a spartan, but either way shes hot and ours now

>>35338352
careful, she could be an amazon which means our powers wont work.

that and her friends will be along shortly.

>>35338402
Just means we need to make her ahegao and she'll be ours right?

>>35338347
> try and overtake her
Use her competitiveness against her

>>35338437
Or it means she's immune to our dick and will call her battle sisters down in us.

>>35338455
>immune to our dick
No such thing anon, just means we need to try harder.

Besides, I'm not getting an 'amazon' vibe from her, just a high strung policewoman.

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>>35338437
Ain't nothing in the world that can't be solved with a good ahegao.

>>35338455
I don't think she is an amazon, but just remember, most myths about amazons involved them either dying or taking the dick.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Tie.

1 is keep up
2 is overtake

>>35338471
If she is a high strung piggy we'll make her act like one, but on the chance she may be a supernatural threat we should proceed cautiously at first.

I decide just to keep up with her. It wasn't hard. And when I do sidle up next to her I flash her a grin. She scowls with a bad case of bitch face, and speeds up. But I just keep up. It's funny, I'm not feeling very tired. I scope a glance at her tits, bounding mightily up pressed to her chest by the tight gym top.

Hell, we weren't even jogging any more. She was running, trying to shake me. It was almost funny. I could see the sweat pouring off her, but I just kept to the exact same pace.

We must have left her friends behind. We were pretty deep into the woods section when she gives out a hard cry and slips. Now I'm watching all this, almost like its happening in slow motion as her ankle rolls off a stray pine cone, sending her hand flying out to catch exactly nothin' and her leg shoot up behind her.

> catch her
> let her drop

>>35338494
>> catch her

>>35338484
>but on the chance she may be a supernatural threat we should proceed cautiously at first.
Indeed, by fucking her brains out.

>>35338494
>> catch her

>>35338494
>> catch her
Tell her we should rest somewhere, imply sex

>>35338494
> catch her
It's time.

>>35338494
>> catch her

>>35338494
>> catch her
>"accidental" grope

>>35338494
>> catch her
Cop a feel, make her really feel it and ask if she's alright.

We should carry her into the bushes and lay her down, under the guise that we need to check her ankle to make sure she didn't hurt it

>>35338494
> catch her

>>35338516
>>35338515
Can't we just tell her to suck our dick, why be subtle?

>>35338536
It's all part of the game, anon, the end result isn't as satisfying without it.

>>35338536
We do that when we're nice and isolated

>>35338536
we just had this conversation, it is better to play it safe.

she is a cop, so if she is immune she could pile lots of shit on our doorstep.

I catch her. Why the hell wouldn't I? I grab her by the shoulder with one hand, the other. Well I didn't plan it, but I grabbed a handful of her left tit. She came down hard on my hands, nearly throws me too. A good, hard squeeze.

"Ah!" she cried, squirming in my grip. She tries to push off me, stand up. "Argh!" she shouts, falling back into my arm, left leg gingerly lifted up.

"I think I twisted my ankle," she huffed in pain. She looked down at my hand on her tit, then up at me over her aviators. "Move it or I'm booking you," she growled.

> keep that hand there, nice and firm
> 'okay', slip it down to her belly

>>35338589
>> keep that hand there, nice and firm

>>35338589
> 'okay', slip it down to her belly
"This feels good. Doesn't it?"

>>35338589
> 'okay', slip it down to her belly

>>35338589
> 'okay', slip it down to her belly
Go into the bushes away from the track and lay her down to 'check her ankle'

>>35338589
> keep that hand there, nice and firm
> 'okay', slip it down to her belly
One hand there the other one slip down.
Smile and tell her to calm down.

>>35338589
>"You should thank me instead of threatening me."
Small magic check

>>35338589
>> keep that hand there, nice and firm

>>35338589
>Other
Give it a nice squeeze then quickly shift to princess carry and let her down somewhere secluded

>>35338589
>> 'okay', slip it down to her belly
Down we go

"Yeah, sure," I said, slipping it down over her curve and onto her flat belly. It was hard, I could feel the muscle. And she gave me a glare again.

"Good enough," she said, hopping up.

"We should check that ankle," I said, leading her over to the side of the trail. She kicked at a stray pine cone as we did. "And y'know, you should thank me instead of threatening me."

"Whatever," she replied as I helped her back. I walked her behind a bush, and helped lower her onto the ground. She reached forward, stretching out to untie her shoe-laces, and carefully pulled the shoe off.

She panted, squeezed her eyes shut. Her aviators dangling on the tip of her nose.

It was a hot day, and a hotter one back here. My shirt was wet from the sweat. I had not come in jogging appropriate gear.

> give her ankle a rub, check to see how bad the pain is
> pull off my shirt and do some stretches

>>35338698
>> give her ankle a rub, check to see how bad the pain is
>work our way up the leg

>>35338698
Order her to finger herself while she deepthroats us, then tell her to bend over and fuck her ass. Cum inside and have her give us a cleaning blowjob. Tell her to come back to our place.

>>35338698
>pull off my shirt
then
>give her ankle a rub, check to see how bad the pain is
Commence seduction.

>>35338698
>> pull off my shirt and do some stretches

>>35338698
Seconding >>35338706

Also, take our shirt off to wrap her ankle up, we don't want her making it worse

>>35338698
> give her ankle a rub, check to see how bad the pain is

>>35338698
She didn't thank us, bad sign.
>"You really should thank me."
And put some effort into it. If this fails we back the fuck off.

>>35338747
>If this fails we back the fuck off.
Fuck that, we're not backing down from a challenge, she's ours, its just a matter of time and effort.

>>35338747
Second

>>35338754
Well if we want to pursue her despite that ok, but we damn well know if the powers work or not first.

And besides, what happens if she learns about the horns and we have no sway over her? Dangerous dealings, here.

>>35338747
>And put some effort into it.
Do this.

>If this fails we back the fuck off.
Not this.

It might not be a simple YES/NO thing, she's a cop and a hardass, so I imagine strong willed, Tongwen's daughter not so.

We gotta experiment.

And if all else fails, Ahegao shall work.

>>35338754
which means real effort in seducing her, not being a fucking dumbass when our powers do not work.

she is a cop, so she obviously is at least somewhat trained in some close-quarters moves to take down suspects.

>>35338784
I agree that whatever else we do we should subtly test our control some more before we do anything too serious.

>>35338784
>Well if we want to pursue her despite that ok
We damn well do want to.

She's hot, she's a challenge, and she's a cop, which will be immensely useful in the future.

>>35338802
>she is a cop, so she obviously is at least somewhat trained in some close-quarters moves to take down suspects.
Pfthahaha, fucking seriously? Stop believing hollywood, cops rarely get that kind of training.

>>35338807
We should say something we can get away with, but put a lot of power into it.

I pulled my shirt off. She backed up a little. What, did she think I was a rapist? (uh...)

I roll it up and prop up her foot with it, carefully take her ankle in hand. She puffed as I probed it.

"That hurt?" I asked.

"A little," she said. I rubbed it and she sighed. I ran up to her heel and the bottom of her calf. Strong, even strokes.

"Could have charley horse," I said. She nodded. "You know, I really would appreciate some appreciation y'know." I said, bowing my head over her foot, pretty much pointing my horns at her. I feel a slight thrum in the base of the horns.

She rolled her eyes and pushed up her aviators. "What do you want, a medal?" she said. She flexed out her back as I worked her heel and calf, her tits pushed forward. I'm pretty good with my hands. Soon she's flexing her toes into a little monkey grip.

> run my hand up her leg
> ask her about herself while I keep doing what I'm doing

>>35338830
>> ask her about herself while I keep doing what I'm doing

>>35338830
>> ask her about herself while I keep doing what I'm doing
Ask her about jogging and exercising and slowly work the massage up her leg

>>35338830
>> ask her about herself while I keep doing what I'm doing

>>35338830
> ask her about herself while I keep doing what I'm doing
Tell her to give us a smile, put a lot of power behind it.

>>35338830
> ask her about herself while I keep doing what I'm doing
Okay, so powers won't work, I guess we're doing this the old fashioned way.

>>35338830
I'll second >>35338848

>>35338848
oh that is good. seconding.

a nice, big smile.

>>35338856
>Okay, so powers won't work, I guess we're doing this the old fashioned way.
We don't know if they do or don't, we have no information at all other than a simple attempt like that didn't give immediate results.

>>35338868
It was a simple request with all our effort behind it, and it failed. She's immune.

>>35338883
>all our effort behind it
>I feel a slight thrum in the base of the horns.

Yeah nah, we used nothing compared to when we were messing with the laywer's kid.

>>35338883
>with all our effort behind it
pft, we didn't try all that hard, go and read it, there was a lot more power at play when we put Tongwen's daughter to sleep

you seem to think that if they do not immediately give in to our request then they will never be influenced by our powers and are magically immune forever and ever

instead why not actually fucking think, be creative, and not just give up like a little bitch

>>35338883
not outright, she asked us how we wanted thanks, that could be taken as either, we never specified how we wanted our thanks after all.

then again it could be a failure if she was just humoring us.

>>35338883
Oh no, a woman did not immediately fall for us and suck us off, oh woe is us all is doomed.

Shut up and have some spine.

"So I never caught your name," I said, working her ankle.

"Margaret," she said, "Van Owen. My friends call me Peggy."

"You jog a lot?" I asked, "What else, you look like you keep in shape."

She frowned, squirmed a bit. "Yeah, lot of cardio. Some weights too. Got to stay in shape for the job."

"Job?"

She nodded. "I'm a cop. Beat cop. No sitting behind a desk with donuts for me." She grins a little, and gives a relieved sigh as my fingers work a knot out of her calf. Then I work my way up to behind her knee and the start of her thigh and she frowns, tries to push away.

"Now hold on!" she said as I worked some of that tight inner thigh.

> relax, just making sure you don't pull a muscle
> sorry, slip back down to her calf

>>35338927
>> relax, just making sure you don't pull a muscle

> relax, just making sure you don't pull a muscle

Chill people, we just need to keep trying to seduce her in the non-supernatural way while probing her defenses with increasingly powerful but subtle suggestions.

>>35338927
> relax, just making sure you don't pull a muscle

>>35338927
> relax, just making sure you don't pull a muscle
Seriously put a lot of power behind these words.

>>35338927
>> sorry, slip back down to her calf

>>35338942
>Chill people, we just need to keep trying to seduce her in the non-supernatural way while probing her defenses with increasingly powerful but subtle suggestions.
Indeed, lets be smart about this

>>35338927
>> relax, just making sure you don't pull a muscle

>>35338927
> sorry, slip back down to her calf
We need to slip past her defences. Imagine her having psychelocks that we either have to break through with magic or slip by, by getting them to trust us.

Try talking to her about our sister and ask her if she could help us identify this car number. We're so worried about our poor sister.

>>35338927
>> relax, just making sure you don't pull a muscle
"You don't want to pull a muscle on the way back, especially after spraining your ankle, you might just make the injury worse, so unless you want me to carry you all the way back then relax, chill out and let me help."

>>35338927
>> relax, just making sure you don't pull a muscle

>>35338968
>Try talking to her about our sister and ask her if she could help us identify this car number. We're so worried about our poor sister.
We should ask her this, but not now, we need more influence with her to try something like that otherwise she'd just brush us off.

Maybe if she's a slow burn project we can tell her after this, and get her to investigate or come around to our place to talk about it later on.

>>35338927
Should we ask her about the friends she's jogging with?

"Easy, easy," I said, like she was a startled dog, "Just want to make sure you don't pull a muscle. Relax." I brought my horns down on the words, and she visibly relaxed. I worked my hands up her inner thigh. It was hard, and the muscles rolled under my fingers as I worked a knot.

"You some kind of masseuse?" she asked. I pushed up with long deep strokes either side her leg, 'til my fingers brushed the edge of her itty-bitty gym shorts.

That's when her hand grabbed mine.

"Woah now buddy, that's skating on dangerous ice," she said, pushing it aside. I forced a grin. This bitch was hard to get co-operative. "Don't get fresh now." I still had one hand on her outside thigh, right under her hip.

> get fresh
> back off

>>35339004
It's a good conversation point

>>35339030
> back off
Just keep massaging her thighs and calves, we'll slowly wear her down

>>35339030
>> back off
>ask about her friends.

>>35339030
>> get fresh

>>35339030
> back off

>>35339030
>> back off
Bring the conversation to her friends.

>>35339030
>back off
but keep massaging, wear down that resistance.

>I brought my horns down on the words, and she visibly relaxed.
Oh good, so she isn't immune, just more strong-willed than anyone else we've tried our powers on.

>>35339075
>Oh good, so she isn't immune, just more strong-willed than anyone else we've tried our powers on.
Yep, I thought so, just means we gotta be smart and try hard.

I slip my hand back to her lower thigh and she releases my hand. She lies back a bit and lets me work.

"So your friends," I asked, "Tell me about them."

She cracked her shoulders and sighed. "Mandy and Chris?" she asked. I nodded. "Old college friends. Christine is a social worker, Mandy's an office temp. We started jogging together as a way to reconnect. It's been a while since we'd seen Mandy and she's put on the pounds." She leaned back. "That's niiiice," she flexed her leg outward.

"So you got a boyfriend or something?" figured it didn't hurt to ask, and the question made her snort.

"Men," that was her only answer to that question, dripping with contempt. I worked it for another couple of minutes. "Y'know I can probably stand up now," she said, reaching a hand out toward me expectantly.

> help her up
> push my hands up to the 'fresh' zone
> write-in

>>35339030
>Smirk. "Yes, ma'am." Transition the massage to her other leg.

>>35339099
>> push my hands up to the 'fresh' zone

>>35339099
>> write-in
You just sprained your ankle and I've only done one leg, I don't want you hurting the other, just relax."

Do one last long deep stroke up her thigh real close to the fresh zone, then start massaging her other leg from the foot up.

>>35339115
This.

>>35339099
>>35339115
Second

>>35339099
>> help her up

>>35339115
This, can we also invite her back to our place?

>>35339099
> push my hands up to the 'fresh' zone

>>35339099

>>35339115
didn't she do the other leg herself?

if not, seconding.

oh and if we vote to help her up add
>Tell her to lean on us to keep off the injured ankle. arm over our neck etc.

>>35339140
>oh and if we vote to help her up add
>>Tell her to lean on us to keep off the injured ankle. arm over our neck etc.
when we do head back we can do this or carry her princess style

>>35339135
I think we should, tell her we have some concerns about the people our sister is hanging out with and that we'd like her to talk to our sister or something

"You've got a sprained ankle and I've only just done the one leg. Unless you really want to pull a muscle just lie back and relax a little bit longer."

I shot my hands up in a long deep stroke, brushing my fingers under the hem of her little gym shorts, and pulled back. She gave a little huff as I moved to the other leg. I untied her shoe, pulled it off and placed it with its partner.

"Fair enough," she replied, crossing her arms under her chest and nestling back up against the trunk of a tree. It was a little hard getting a read on this woman while she wore those big ass aviators.

I heard her friends jog past, huffing and puffing, and keep going down the trail before I could get a word out. We were hidden from view behind the bushes.

"So it must be tough being a cop," I said.

She pushed herself forward a little. "You think women can't be cops?" she shot back with some bite.

> yeah, women shouldn't be cops
> nah, that's not what I meant

>>35339199
> nah, that's not what I meant
Can you come back to my place for a bit.

>>35339199
> nah, that's not what I meant
No I meant it's tough for ANYONE to be a cop. Man, what's up with you.

>>35339199
> nah, that's not what I meant

>>35339199
>> nah, that's not what I meant
"Just saying that there's a lot shit cops gotta deal with."

>>35339199
>> nah, that's not what I meant
Don't even need to explain yourself further.

>>35339199
> nah, that's not what I meant
"It must be a hard job, I'm just a slacker with nothing but my sister to look to care for after our parents ran out on us, but cops have to look after everyone else. I can't imagine how hard it must be, I mean I have enough hardship trying to keep my sister out of trouble and I"m failing at even that so I can't begind to think about how hard your job must be, that's got to take strength and courage and then some, it's admirable."

Ya know, dispite the attitude she has followed every order we have given her. We could fuck her at any time.

"Nah, nah," I say as I work her leg, drifting up to her thigh. Man, I was building a sweat. "I just meant being a cop is a tough gig. Tough for anyone. Me, I'm a little hoodlum so what the fuck do I know. But cops? Got to deal with all kinds of stress. People trying to kill you and shit, angry folks spittin' and cussin' you out. No wonder your muscles are so tight."

She sat back, bustlin' her chest forward, stretchin' out her back. "Yeah I suppose," she said, "But its worth it some times."

"Yeah?" I asked. Didn't sound worth it. Never mind the fact most cops are fucking shit at their job.

"Yes," she held up an arm and flexed. Wow, there was real muscle there. "Bustin' a perp when he's hurting good people. Nothing like it in the world. And you get to play with all kinds of toys too. Guns, batons and stuff. Beats the military any day."

"You were a soldier?" I asked.

"A Marine," she corrected. What's the fucking difference. "Did a tour of Iraq." She thrust her chin out and grinned. "I can prove it too." She pulled her ipod off her arm band. Not an ipod, iphone, whatever. Flipped to a picture of her in a USMC shirt, dog tags, flexing her arms with another girl. A black one with a shaved head. Must have been taken only a year or two back.

"That's my home girl, Bec," she said.

She lowered her phone and sighed as I worked her upper thigh, still smiling. It was the first smile I'd gotten out of her all day. My fingers were skirtin' the edge of her shorts again, but she didn't seem to notice.

> help her up
> get fresh

>>35339295
>> help her up

>>35339295
> get fresh
keep her talking about herself

>>35339295
> get fresh
Try to push our powers a little harder now that she's relaxed.

>>35339295
>> get fresh
"I knew there was a smile in there somewhere, and a pretty nice one too. You should let yourself relax and enjoy things more often."

>>35339313
>"I knew there was a smile in there somewhere, and a pretty nice one too. You should let yourself relax and enjoy things more often."
If we say this or something similar, we should put our powers behind the words

>>35339295
> help her up
>Tell her to lean on us to keep off the injured ankle. arm over our neck etc.

>>35339295
>> get fresh

>>35339295
>> help her up

>>35339295
> get fresh

I push my hand up the little bitty leg of her shorts 'til I'm working her groin muscles and flirting with the edge of her panties. My other hand was ringing 'round her right ass cheek. The panties weren't very big, and had little frills. She sat up with a gasp, her cocky grin whipped away. I thought she was going to hit me.

"You've got a nice smile," I said, "You should relax, smile more." My horns throbbed, she didn't smile right away but she did settle down.

I finger her hard groin muscles, and her taut ass, flicking the edge of her panties.

"You're pretty tight 'round here," I said with my own grin.

"It's been a while," she confessed, looking away from me. Hard to believe a Nordic lookin' bitch like her couldn't pick up. "My friends are probably looking for me," she said, bringing her aviators back on me. I push on a knot and she sighs a little.

> stop and help her up
> press my luck and get even fresher
> write-in

>>35339351
>> press my luck and get even fresher

>>35339351
>> stop and help her up

>>35339351
> press my luck and get even fresher
>write-in: "Look at it this way, if they think they still haven't caught up with you yet, it'll motivate Mandy to jog further."

>>35339351
oh shit, just made the connection, could she be a Valkyrie? that is definitely Nordic.

>ask her if she is sure she wants to stop now.
if yes
> stop and help her up

>>35339367
This seems good

>>35339351
>> press my luck and get even fresher

>>35339351
>> press my luck and get even fresher
but only tease her clit quickly and then ask her if she really wants to head back now, if she does then do

> stop and help her up
>> write-in
"See, you know how to relax, just gotta let yourself enjoy things more often. Here's my number, call me if you want another massage or want to relax. You should let your hair down and smile more often, its a good look on you."

Valkyrie, Amazon... or maybe we're just powerless against lesbians.

>>35339351
>> press my luck and get even fresher

>>35339386
While I do think she goes muffdiving, we clearly are not powerless against her

>>35339351
> press my luck and get even fresher
> "You have trouble getting action? I don't believe that, you must just not be trying."

I consider drawing away, but....

I push up past the panties and my finger pushes the lip of her pussy. Wet. Not dripping, but wet. Huh. I ring along the edge of her lips with my fingers, massaging it. I push my hand up under her filly little panties and grab her taut ass fully.

She's pushing up but not quite pulling away. Her face is pretty blank, and she's breathing pretty heavily.

"You just got to learn how to let it go," I said, "Smile, have a good time." I gripped her ass and worked the inside of her pussy. "You'll enjoy life a bit more if you relax."

She let's out a low breath, gives me a nod. "Y-yeah, okay," she said, "Look buddy, you can stop now and we can forget it, but if you keep going..."

> keep going
> stop and help her up
> write-in

>>35339386
i think our powers work somewhat on her, but nowhere to the same degree as with normal women.

we had to warm her up quite a bit before she accepted us getting fresh, and even then she only partially obeyed, and we seem to be pushing a considerable amount of our power at her.

>>35339351
> write-in
Ask her why a college girl decided to join the Marines, instead of doing whatever college girls usually do.

>>35339414
> stop and help her up

>>35339414
>> write-in
We don't need to forget about it, why don't we continue this indoors.

>>35339414
> stop and help her up
>Tell her to lean on us to keep off the injured ankle. arm over our neck etc.
plus
>>35339419

>>35339414
>> keep going
>focus on her breasts

>>35339414
Just stay like that for now.
>"If I keep going... what? I think you really need this."

>>35339414
> stop and help her up
I don't think this is going to be a one-day seduction. Still, we can get her number and suggest we go jogging another day... unless she doesn't think she can beat us.

>>35339416
That might just be the effect of our words alone, in a mundane sense.

>>35339414
> write-in
"If I keep going you'll enjoy yourself, do you want to?"

If she says yes then
> keep going
if not then
> stop and help her up

We should also do >>35339419 no matter which we do

>>35339414
>> write-in
"Why would I want to forget a beautiful woman like you?"
Put some power behind our words, and maybe even our fingers, make her feel good.

>>35339449
We should get her number, tell her to call us if she wants a rematch or a massage.

She seems pretty competitive, I doubt she'll not try to go for a rematch if we tease her about it a little bit.

>>35339414
this first
>>35339446

>>35339414
I'll second >>35339446 and then >>35339456

>>35339449
>>35339471
Yeah, we need to get her number and go jogging or workout with her in the future.

"Or you'll what?" I asked.

Her thighs tensed, her right leg wrapped 'round my forearm. "Break your arm to start, from there we'll see," she scowled.

I stop. No point pushing my luck. This bitch was harder than the other girls I'd used my horns on. Others would be dripping and slobbering on my cock by now. I pull my fingers out and sit back on my haunches. She got a hand to her chest and a flushed face.

"Yeah, okay," I said, offering her my hand. She took it, pulled herself up. Damn her grip was hard. "Let's get you back." I looped her arm 'round my neck so we were running a three legged race. She leaned against me, her hip pushed against mine, maybe leaning a little into my groin too. Maybe.

"Why's a college girl go join the Marines?" I asked, "Aren't college girls meant to join the Peace Corp or some shit?"

She looked up at me, pulled down her aviators. "Guess I wanted to be all that I could be," she said, "Or maybe just wanted to do what my daddy did. He was a Marine. Loved the Corp more than my mom, more than..."

Huh.

We come out of the bushes with a stagger, scattering pine cones as we went.

"We should go jogging again some time," I said.

She gave me a frown. "I guess you did keep up, barely," she replied. She wasn't making a fuss about my messy fingers.

"Maybe you can give me your number, and we can organize something," my horns throbbed. While we were walking she pulled my phone out of my pocket. Hell, her knuckles brushed my dick while they were rooting around down there.

"You think so?" she said, tapping away, "I suppose. Mandy and Chris just don't push me." She held up her phone. Her number under her name 'Peggy Van Owen'.

I walked her back to where we'd started. Christine and Mandy had joined the yoga group. I helped Peggy sit, her bag at her feet.

> catch you later Van Owen
> write-in

>>35339536
Maybe ask her to help about the sister thing? if no then
> catch you later Van Owen

>>35339536
>> write-in
Yoga sounds fun. Let's try that.
Plus working on our flexibility is probably helpful in the long run

>>35339536
> catch you later Van Owen
Damn that was mostly fruitless. Let's pick up a bubbly teen on our way bacj.

>>35339536
so yea, definitely resistant, but still vulnerable to smaller stuff that can endear us to her or she was thinking about anyways.

> catch you later Van Owen

>>35339536
> catch you later Van Owen
God damn, poor Danny must be backed up as all hell after going through all that for no payoff.

Let's hit the mall and find someone easier.

>>35339536
> write-in
"Hey listen, my sister's been hanging out with some weird types, I'm hoping it's nothing to be worried about, but I might have to call you on business soon, but feel free to call me for whenever you want a rematch, maybe next time you'll stand a chance without a sprained ankle, catch you later Peggy."

>>35339575
>Damn that was mostly fruitless
Nah dude, we weakened her and got past her shell a fair amount, she just won't be as easy as all the others so far.

>>35339575
We're making progress. Just think how great it'll be when we finally get to hit that.

>>35339575
was hardly fruitless, she definitely let us in a little, and she is far more difficult to get than others. she went from hostile to mildly enjoying our company and that was with her shrugging off most of our powers.

plus she is friends with the other two, who will come as a bonus if they are not also part supernaturals.

"Catch you later Van Owen," I said, throwing up the peace as I jogged off. Man, I had a backed up blast waiting to go. Never had it as hard as that. Maybe there was a bit more to this business.

Now I'm lookin' around and most of the park has cleared out. I start walking home and cross the field 'til no one else is around.

Some bros were chucking a pig-skin back and forth and I recognized them as the QB and whatever the fuck the guy who caught his throw were called. Bobby Smith, QB and Hank Remus. They used to hassle me a bit back way back when, but had cooled off a bit lately.

They spotted me though, and didn't look cooled off. Bobby twirled the pig-skin on his fingertip and they started over toward me, lookin' like they wanted a fight.

"Hey faggot!" Bobby yelled.

"Yeah, faggot!" Hank added.

Shouldn't they be in school?

> stand my ground
> fuckin' leg it

>>35339597
All I can see is our hat coming off and shit hitting the fan.

>>35339637
>> fuckin' leg it

>>35339637
> fuckin' leg it
nope

>>35339637
>> fuckin' leg it

>>35339637
>> fuckin' leg it

>>35339637
>> fuckin' leg it
sorry I don't see any faggots around here but keep looking boys

>>35339637
>> fuckin' leg it

>>35339637
> fuckin' leg it
to Van Owen, she's a cop and if she sees this shit happening, she'll stop it.

>>35339637
>> fuckin' leg it
Back in the direction of Van Owen

>>35339637
>fuckin' leg it
I bet Gregory did this.

Much as I'd like to stand our ground, we don't know if we can rely on our satyr strength kicking in to prevent a beating.

We'll get them back for hassling us later, by fucking their girlfriends... If they're hot, I mean.

>>35339664
>>35339666
Why? She's long gone.

>>35339664
>>35339666
>>35339676

I'd rather we not go running to her for help, makes us look kind of weak, and you can bet that "he went running to a cop" will get around the school.

>>35339664
>>35339666
Man, we're faster than all these dumb fucks, if we can outrun Peggy without breaking a sweat we'll leave these guys in the dust, no need to go snitching to the cops. It makes us look bad.

>>35339683
We dont run to the cop we run in the general direction of where the cop is. How were we supposed to know there was an off duty cop there.

>>35339690
Still, I feel like it makes us look bad to Van Owen too.

>>35339690
an unarmed cop with no uniform and a sprained ankle, who is probably long gone as soon as her friends saw she was back and needed to get home due to her injury.

>>35339701
Yeah, she's in no position to help us.

And it would just cause shit for her after we worked our way in with her.

We're better off just legging it.

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>>35339688
>Tfw when we can only run fast when we're chasing tail.

Ah man, I remembered having my head shoved down a toilet like we were in a bad school movie back when I was thirteen. And they were big bastards. I start to hoof it, but feel a strange swell in my balls and kick in my gut. Too much running.

They come up on me from behind, trip the legs out from under me. 'Oof!' I hit the ground hard, all the wind blowin' out of me.

"What you runnin' for faggot?" Bobby asked, kicking me in the ass. I hadn't made it more 'en a couple feet. I pull at my hat, try to keep it on. They were wearing cleats, for fuck's sake.

"Look at this psycho-faggot," Hank said, kicking me in the ribs, "You should respect the school more, little faggot."

Faggot, faggot, faggot. They had gays on the brain. Bobby's shaggy blond head grinned down at me, and Hank's red mohawk came in beside it.

"Maybe we should piss on this faggot," Hank said.

"That's pretty fuckin' gay, bro," Bobby said with frown for his partner.

Hank brings up a foot, dripping earth from those sharp spikes. Oh fuck, he brought it over my head.

"Punks," a rough old man's voice, and suddenly Hank went flying. Bobby was soon flying after him.

An old man with a square, flat face and a wide brimmed hat stood over me. Looked like a bum. "Get outta here you punks!" he shook his fist after them. He had a stick in his other hand, a long rod topped with a pine cone.

"You okay boss?" he asked, offering me a hand.

> I'm fine
> I am not fine

>>35339707
Well we better see that old lady nearby and chase her

>>35339707
Then we just need to image we're running to the male to pick up a chick or something

>>35339715
>> I'm fine
Take hand

>>35339715
> I'm fine
Badass. Also, if mythology has taught me something, it's not to disrespect strange and mysterious old men, because they could be gods in disguise.

>>35339715
> I'm fine
Thanks man, Lucky they didn't stomp me.

>>35339715
>> I'm fine
>> I am not fine
"Give me about 5 seconds to figure it out, also, whoever you are, thanks."

>>35339715
>Write in
"Thanks man, I'm cool, but I'm not your boss."

>>35339715
>> I'm fine
>Take hand
>"Thanks"

>>35339715
> I'm fine
>take hand
>Thank him.

>>35339715
>> I'm fine
>Boss?

>He had a stick in his other hand, a long rod topped with a pine cone.
Oh what have we got here?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thyrsus

>>35339715
>rod topped with a pine cone
Symbol of muthafuckin' Dionysus right there, we have found an ally.

Not that Danny knows enough greek mythology to know that in-character mind you.

>>35339715
>> I am not fine
"Jesus, my balls hurt."

>>35339715
also nice touch QM, you obviously did some homework on the greek stuff.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I let the old man pull me up. He had a thick, shaggy beard and an ugly, John C Reilly face. I mean Christ, he was ugly. "Thanks." Then I clutched my groin. "Balls hurt."

"Good thing I found you before someone else did," he said, brushing off my shoulder. "It's all gotten bloody weird lately. Folks don't know what they are. I barely remember who I am. The Old Man and half his brood are dead. I blame Obama." He corrected my posture.

Dude was babbling like mad. Didn't know two words of what he was saying.

"Sorry about your dad by the way," he said, "I don't think Big D is getting back from this one. But hey, at least he has a healthy successor. Haha."

> who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on
> I uh...that's nice (run away from the nutcase)

>>35339776
>who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on

>>35339776
> who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on

>>35339776
>> who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on

>>35339776
> who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on

>>35339776
>> who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on

>>35339776
> who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on

oh man, i bet Dionysus is dead.

>>35339776
> who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on

>>35339776
> who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on

Maybe this guy will be able to tell us what Gregory is.

>>35339796
Even the titans weren't truly dead, I fin it hard to believe the gods would ever be

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>>35339796
Poor Dionysus, all he wanted was to get drunk and fuck bitches.

>>35339825
Well, he's probably stuck in the underworld until he can trick his way out or someone goes in to help him, at the very least.

>>35339827
And turn everyone he disliked for whatever reason into dolphins
And fuck women while they were married
And, and, and

Hey guys, I think our main weapon should be the Molotov cocktail

>>35339850
Honestly for all his issues he was a lot less psychotic than most of the Greek Gods, he generally only turned people into dolphins who'd done something bad to him or his followers, as a kinder alternative to just killing them.

>>35339850
>And turn everyone he disliked for whatever reason into dolphins
Now that's a power I hope we pick up later.

Wasn't Zeus wife also his sister?

>>35339877
The entire Greek pantheon were related. I guess that helps explain why Danny is having incestuous urges.

>>35339865
Or there was that time this dude wanted to see what his followers were doing in his super-parties up in the mountain, made his followers believe the poor fuck was a lion, so they tore him to pieces, his mother was also in the crowd that killed him, and she paraded the head through the town, before she was told by her grandfather or somesuch to snap the fuck out of her trance and she realized she killed her own son

fuck, need to sleep

good luck anons.

>>35339887
Maeneds are crazy. We'll have to be careful if we encounter them later.

Here's hoping we encounter some dryads though, their entire purpose in greek myth was to get chased down by gods and satyrs and fucked silly.

>>35339887
I wonder if we can use our powers to make women go RIP AND TEAR on people we don't like.

"Oh uh, hmm," he stroked his beard. It was a neat effect. I should probably grow one, one day. "A teacher, mostly. A drunk, near always. But I am called Silenus." He popped his hat off to bow, revealing long, horse like ears. He settled it down, covering them up. "And I was last tasked by your father to become a tutor to you as I had been for him in his youth."

>>35339912
That's one shortass post, OP. Is this a >write-in situation, or are you writing up another post?

"Wait, you can explain all this shit I'm going through?" I asked. He nodded. "Okay, fuckin' explain!"

He touched my hat. "You're one of Dionysus' sons, his only surviving one. Hidden away from the rest of Olympus. A fail safe if what he thought would happen, happened. And it did. Zeus' corpse is food for monsters and Hera and Athena both trapped for breeding. Such a fall has never been seen before in all our history." Silenus' eyes clouded. "We did not know who they were or where they came from, but they walked with the Titans, directed them like they were tamed hounds. We didn't stand a chance. Those that could fled back into mortal flesh as we had in ages gone by, but they hunt us even here, with all our enemies in common cause with them. The Gaels and the Celts, the Amazons and others. Ares they have won with promise of rich battle and treasure."

I still don't know what the fuck he's talking about.

"You are a satyr," he said, "But I think also something more. The days of Zeus are over, and as he replaced his father a new pantheon must rise as well. You are the first."

Seriously, what the fuck. If it wasn't for my horns I'd think this guy was crazy.

"But you are weak, and your powers must grow," he said, "And you can only do that by living to your role."

"And that is?" I asked.

Silenus grinned and raised two fingers. "Why bedding women and driving people to greater heights of wild fun, of course."

Cool. Okay, I could sign up to that.

"But I must be careful. They hunt me. We cannot be together long," he knelt quickly, "Come find me by this staff, and I shall answer all questions. Good luck young Satyr." He handed me that pine cone staff. I took it up, and felt a thrum in my horns. "And for now, goodbye. The staff shall guard you, it has many powers."

And he disappeared in a blast of wind.

Hank and Bobby were coming back acroos the field, burning furiously. Football jackets rolled up.

> try to blast them with my bitchin' new staff
> leg it
> write-in

>>35339912
"That's nice. I take it from your ears you can't teach me to hide these horns and shit?"

I think our weirdshitometer is broken by now.

>>35339929
>> leg it

>>35339929
>> leg it
Yep, time to gtfo

>>35339929
Papposilenus, mah fucking nigga.
>Hera and Athena both trapped for breeding.
Wonder if we can do that too.

>Write in
Run and blast nigga

>>35339929
> try to blast them with my bitchin' new staff
then
> leg it

fuck staying around here any longer

I hope we can turn people into dolphins when they are being cunts, and then fuck their wives when we take them to seaworld

Alright guys I think we need to ramp this up to a new level, attempt some mine-making shit with grapes and whatnot, if we've got Alcohol we can do parties, if we can do parties we're not only getting stronker but we're in an ideal place to fuck women

>>35339929
The staff shall guard you, it has many powers."
Does it have the power to whack the shit out the people who want to cause me

>>35339929
>Hera and Athena both trapped for breeding
Alright New goal: Find out where Hera and Athena are and Free them from their fate as breeding stock and then give have some children with them to make up for it.

>>35339929
>Silenus grinned and raised two fingers. "Why bedding women and driving people to greater heights of wild fun, of course."
Well shit, that's the kind of divine ascension I can get behind.

> leg it
After flipping Hank and Bobby the bird. I'd rather we got to test our staff in a more relaxed environment.

>>35339954
Like I said at >>35339670 , we need to bang Hank and Bobby's girlfriends (provided they aren't doing some sort of proto-theban "no-homo" thing, I mean).

>>35339974
Yes, we should free them and then ahegao them.

>>35339971
Dude's gone. You can't ask him shit.

>>35339968
Yeah. I'm kind of tempted to see if we can push that music event we've been asked to help with to a level more pleasing to Dionysus. A Satyr playing music should certainly help to make everyone loosen up.

>>35339976
Thinking too small man,>>35339968 is right, we should host some huge parties and have them all invited.
Then we'll have an orgy with all of their girlfriends

>>35339974
>>35339986
Right now we aren't a match for a pair of douchebag jocks, let alone monsters that conquered Olympus. This is a very, very eventual goal when we've fully come into our divine power.

I'm not hanging around for a possible ass-whoopin'. I sling the staff across my shoulder and just fuckin' run. All I hear behind me is one last cry of 'faggot!' before I'm gone, pounding pavement soon enough.

I'm coming up on my house and double over at the doorstep. Clutching my staff and coughing up, I don't even notice her 'til I clear my throat.

Ms Carpenter, dressed in jeans and flat shoes, wearing a sport jacket and Bulls cap.

"Yo," she said, "You copped a shiner." She reached toward my face. Eye must be starting to puff up.

> what are you doing here Ms?
> its nothin'

>>35340000
Sure. I don't mean right the fuck now. Just something to shoot for.

>>35340011
> what are you doing here Ms?

>>35340011
Both

>>35340011
> what are you doing here Ms?

>>35340011
>> what are you doing here Ms?
"Not that I'm complaining, I just weren't expecting visitors."

>>35340011
> its nothin'

>>35340011
> what are you doing here Ms?
And of course it's going to lead to
>bedding women and driving people to greater heights of wild fun.

>>35340011
>what are you doing here Ms?

>>35340035
Actually she's an agent for the enemy who's trying to kill us

"W-what are you doin' here?" I asked, clutching my stomach.

"Checking up on you, Bravo," she said, and she did touch my cheek then, "Should get some ice on this." She had very delicate fingers. And a big diamond ring on one of 'em.

"So, you going to invite me in or what?" she asked, tipping her head to get a look at my staff.

> y-yeah sure, come on in
> I don't think that's a good idea right now

>>35340086
> y-yeah sure, come on in

We don't have anything on display that we don't want her seeing, right?

I forget.

>>35340086
> y-yeah sure, come on in

>>35340086
> y-yeah sure, come on in

>>35340086
> y-yeah sure, come on in

So... is our daddy's guitar magic too?

>>35340086
>y-yeah sure, come on in

>>35340104
He's a LOT of shit
Parties, theatre, wine, fertility, sex, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, patron of the arts, vegetation...

>>35340086
>> y-yeah sure, come on in

>>35340104
good question, we should find out, seeing as teach got us into the music thingy, why not give her a demo of our skills

>>35340090


Its not clear if we moved the panties after

>>35337244
> y-yeah sure, come on in

either way

>>35340115
>>35340104
He's also the only god born of a mortal, which is interesting to note and most likely will foreshadow the good ending of the quest

>>35340132
Are we really going to get an actual ending?

>>35340153
Why're you asking me?