>>446444
What? We need to know what to do? Where are we? Are we back with trash?

Rolled 1 (1d12)

Rolling for Kazuma dick size

>>446528
>What?
-NNNnNIGGERS!

>We need to know what to do?
Nope, just do whatever you feel like!

>Where are we?
The steely, bone-white ceiling circles towards the floor, ending a few feet from the bed you are currently leaning on. At a 45 degree angle from where you are, in the middle of the roof, spawns a big, very clean window; water is sliding off it, as it strikes from the clouds.

>Are we back with Trash?
If we manage the MNCR, yupo.

>>446548
Guess not, asshole. Wanna fuck around with the waifus anyway?

>>446558
Well, I'm joining.

>>446558
>What's the minimum

>>446558
Look Snacks in the eyes and say:

>"A penny saved is worth two in the bush."

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>>446528
>>446627
>>446635
Fucking finally, man. We go with Trash!

WRITANGAN

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>>446635

"A penny saved is worth two in the bush." you mutter, not breaking contact, melted hotdog still dripping from the corner of your mouth.

"I-Is that so..." Snacks is looking blankly at you. She then mutters something you fail to hear, and pretty much storms off through a door at the side, at the end of the room. You just stare at it, feeling sick and quite dizzy.

You glance around, as the clattering sound outside makes you wince. The room is... rather big for a room. A black carpet with white symbols covers most of the floor from the center, and besides your bed at the corner there's only a small white desktop in front of you.

It's empty. Snacks jogs through the door, carrying a bucket with both hands. She places it in front of you.

"Here." You grab it; your eyes go from mild confused to wide open as she pats your back.

"Snacks... /Snacks/" You manage, she kneels in front of you. "I'm fine, don't worrAAAABBBBLLLUUUGHGHGHH-"

The waterfall burns your throat again, this time not as badly as before... Snacks is patting your back as you do. It finally stops, but you gag hard as you glance at the bucket. You close your eyes.

"I'M FINE, REALLY." Your hand was in your forehead before you even noticed. "Where are we?"

"H-home." Besides the stutter, Snacks tone sounded surprisingly cheerful. "You are in my house."

>>446802
its nice but isnt this rather big for a room?
aso did you take me hoome to have your way with me passed out to get back me? im sorry about that as well

>>446811
y im i thowing up? what did you give me?

>>446802
>"Nice house."

>>446802
1st date and you take me home. Wow, you're forward.

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>>446811

You take a look around, again; sometimes when you get ass-blasted drunk everything looks bigger. Maybe that's why you end up laughing at critters and kids in front of their parents.

"Snacks? Isn't this a bit rather big for a room?"

"Oh! That? Well, this... This used to be the boarding room of the ship." She points at two dense, parallel black lines coming from under the carpet, a fair distance from each other. "There's a big ladder under the himehorn rug. Do you see it?"

You raise one eyebrow, it almost snaps from your face. "Snacks, how big is this ship?"

She looks around, smiling as she does. "I-it is pretty big, isn't it?"

>>446819

If the boarding room, as you understand, was meant for land-slider boarding like the size implies,- your mouth gapes- then it's as big, at least, as the fucking restaurant.

"Nice house." you state, fully convinced.

"T-thankyou!"

>>446811

"Snacks?" She flinches slightly, then faces you. "Did you take me hoome to have your way with me passed out to get back me?" You clear your thoat. "Back at me." Though sheer disgust and cringing, you manage a humble sly smile. "Was it fun?"

Oh, there you go. She froze again.

>>446831

Your sly smile widens. "You are pretty straightforward, for a deer under headlights. What else is there to Snacks, I wonder?"

>>446817

You wonder if she can freeze so hard she shatters. Coughing a bit, you make her stare at you as you cover your mouth.

"Why am I throwing up? What did you give me, Snacks?"

"N-NOTHING, I SWEAR! IWOULDNEVERDOSOMETHINGLIKETHATITSJUST-" This time it's you that's flinching at her shout. She notices, then lets the blood flow from her head. "-It's just that... Trash was so strange, and said a lot of things, and t-then you weren't even talking. I got worried, so I took you home." She blinks a few times. "To your home."

Her stare strays to the your feet, and it stays there for a while. Just as you are about to move your hand in front of her face, her voice stops you. "Trash, I gotapropositionto make to you."

"A what now?" you blurt.

"A PROPOsition." Snacks slams her hand against the floor, the sound makes you swallow."T-Trash?" She closes her eyes shut; then takes a deep, long breath.

Snacks exhales."Do you... do want to live me?

>>446888
live me?
umm i cant become you but if your askign me to be yours and stay with you here then yes :)

>>446900
just go easy on the druging plz

>>446888
Stay with you in what way. I'd like to be with you no matter the reason but, why are you offering?


Is it... Is it because of the porn?

>>446888
Nooooo!!!
We're going so deep into the friend zone

>>446955
naver in the friend zone
we are going into the danger zone of sex
im rety sure that snacks is lawd deep down

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After a small silence, you tilt your head to the side. "Live me?" you mutter.

>>446908
Snacks is just staring at the side, The whole blushing thing is cute at some point, but her cheeks seem about to explode at any second.

Then you cheeks redden in excitement. You /really/ wonder if that's possible.

>>446908
You slowly open your mouth."You mean, stay with you?" she nods. You "hmm". "I'd like to be with you no matter the reason..." the words flow from your mouth like a song. "But, why are you offering me this?"

The fasts beats on your chest almost distract you as Snacks slowly raises her face towards you. Her mouth opens. "I-I..."

Yet you stutter..

"Is it..." you smile wildly at once, "is it because of the porn, Snacks?"

And this time she freezes so hard you could /swear/ you heard glass shaterring somewhere. She stands at once actually hitting you in the forehead, but it seems she didn't notice.

"I-I'VE..."

You stare intently at her, blinking.

"I'VEGOTTODOSOMETHING!" she storms off the room, again, slamming the door behind her. It opens again, like agonizing., You sigh with half-closed eyes, then grab your forehead as you stand.

>>446900

Your guess was dead on RIGHT, this ship is huge. But unlike your room, the theme of the wall in front of you and of the whole perpendicular aisle is black, with slight strips of white, maybe meant to measure something. You spot a light coming from corner of the aisle- then realize you are in red and white pajamas, the new though making you freeze almost like Snacks. Freeze. The floor is freezing under your feet.

You are feeling.

(Cont!

>>446964
do not like better go and run and jump into snacks bed to get warm if we can find it

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"Snacks?"

You spot her cowering by a huge, circular window, that even surrounds the floor. It's framed, and you can clearly see the island over the Second from here.

It must be hovering at some height. You walk towards Snacks, your eyes still fixed on the window. Then you turn towards her.

"Snacks?" Her eyes shine between her fingers. You can /feel/ your heart melting, and it kinda hurts."If... If you are asking me to be yours..."

"Um..."

"and stay with you here... then... I think I can deal." You don't smile. You smile to the costumers all the god damned time for a misery- it just wouldn't fit. From behind her hand, Snacks nods her head.

This girl. Someone this shy shouldn't even be able to breath without worrying about annoying someone a mile away with the sound. It... actually concerns you.

You shrug it off. "Just go easy on the druging from now on, okay?"

She drops her hands slowly. Quivering, she manages a calm, motherly smile. "I'd never do something like that."

You pout, puffing your cheeks. "That's such a shame...!"

>>447026
give her a lil kissu

>>447026
Just Pat her head.

>>447026
say we wont minde if its her
also take her hand and say that here are cold, wheres the bed we will be sleeping in, im cold

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>>447029

You give the Snacks a swift kiss in the cheek before she has time to even flinch.

>>447043

Then a mandatory headpat. It's hard to find the actual head under the dense golden cloud with horns, but love finds a way. Always does. Both of you are smiling happily as you do. Suddenly, you grimace. Snacks lets out a slight"oh" as you do, then gently grabs your patting hand and leads you. Soon, you are drinking tea, sitting by a table in a kitchen separated from the rest of the /biggest/ room by a half wall, the huge framed window still looming over it. At your side, Snacks is standing by a table next to the oven, moving a pan over a fire. Her hair is tied back under a big, purple patterned napkin that covers her forehead. She must really like the color. On the other hand, your feet feel warm and fuzzy now that they are inside bunny-shaped flip flops.

You sip on the tea. It has a strong taste of lemon.

"We should sleep for a while." It's Snacks; she sounds rather serene, now. It might be best not to push it. "I'll show you around when we come back."

>>447062
"You know," you start, then sip a bit of the tea. The bitter taste is strong, but you know it helps the stomach, "I wouldn't mind much if you drug and rape me."

Before she has time to think it over and freeze over it, you stand and grab your hand, as you take another sip.

"It's so cold around here, where's the bed we will be sleeping in, I'm cold." you say, like a little kid pouting at broccoli.

Snacks caresses your hand. Simply as that, it counts among the best things you've ever felt in your life. It somewhat startles you. "W-Wouldn't you rather have some soup, first?"

You frown, slightly. "I'd puke it out as well."

Snacks turns to you. "But it's good for you. Really!"

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>>447109
>and grab your hand

>>447109
Pout then say
"I'll try some if you insist."

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>>447109
fine but only give me a little bit then we geting into the bed>>447119

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>>447127
You frown your eyebrows and puff your cheeks. "I'll try some if you insist."

>>447141
"But only a little bit. Then we get into the bed."

Snacks leaves a bowl of soup in front of you, sits to your side, fills a spoon with it, and puts it in front of your mouth; you look at the spoon, then at her, as Snacks stares intently into you, holding the spoon with three fingers.

>>447157
hmmmm do it dont break eye contact and try your most sexual soup eating(if this is even a thing) or just do poppy dog eyes

>>447162
Absolutely this. Make the soup-eating as sexual as possible.

mybe spill some on your boobs and then lick it up off your fingers?
she going to spoon feeed us then its going liek this

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>>447162
>>447165

Eyes still on hers, you open your mouth. She moves the spoon in without hesitation, but once she tries to gently get it out she's met with resistance. Her stare goes from your mouth to your eyes. You slowly caress the spoon with your tongue, under it, then towards the sharp sides. Until you take a slight lunge forwards and cover the whole end with your lips, sensually closing your eyes as your eyebrows arc, glancing at hers every now and then as you gently bite on the spoon.

Then you just let it side, as she takes it back. Snacks stares at you in silence; you feel a drop of sweat drop on the side of your forehead.

>>447171

Then she takes another spoonful of soup, and carefully blows on it. You swallow out of reflex, somehow, maybe you could not be as sexy as you think. It's time to go all out.

This time the spoon is shaking as it comes towards your open mouth; it makes it easy. You lunge at the spoon with your head but it lands on your cheek, spilling all the way to your chest. As you reach with your fingers to get some soup from your boobs and lick it, a hurried, muffled scream surprises you as Snacks takes the napkin from her hair and plumbs it on your chest, moving it back and forth, so hard it moves you from side to side.

"AreyouokdidithurtareyouburnSORRYSORRYSORRY-" It goes on.

You grab her by the wrist to stop her; it took some strengh. Oh /FUCK/, her eyes are watery again.

>>447219
Put a hand on her shoulder, kiss her forehead, tell her we're fine, then:
>"Remember, a penny saved is worth two in the bush."

>>447219
tell/ask her to stop shaking me and to lick it up( she should have some as well since its soo good:P) as we paly with her hair pushing her towads to miss on the boobs
or we could say its fine and then spoon feed ehr now

or be like well better get naked, time for bed
or shower time and ask her to wash you since she did get you all sticky

>>447219
"Looks like I need to change" then immediately remove your shirt

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>>447228
"It's fine it's fine it's fine-!" you repeat as you kiss her forehead over and over, while grasping her shoulder. She looks up to you, eyes still watery, only to find a beaming smile on your face. It leaves her mouth kind of gaping. "Remember, a penny saved is worth two in the bush!" you state, raising the index finger towards the ceiling, sky, and the universes above. She nods, silently.

>>447231
You briefly consider doing extremely lewd things to a shy girl almost under a panic attack. Briefly. Yet, an idea comes. You sit again by the table, but this time it's you that grabs the spoon.

"'Ah."' you say, holding the filled spoon in front of your mouth. She blinks a bit, then opens her mouth. But you take it back, leaving her mouth gapin, just to blow at it a bit in cast it's too hot. Then you almost shove it down her throat, but she takes it in stride, as you look at her face studiously.

>>447255
After the sucking sound is over, you take the spoon from her mouth, then make it blatantly obvious that you are staring down your shirt, spoon still in hand. You "hmm", again.

Then you drop the spoon. "Looks like I need to change!" you state, matter-of-factly, then remove your shirt in one swift, fluid motion. The cold air makes you shiver a bit, but the /look/ on Snacks face... her mouth is closed shut like chewing on a lemon sprinkled with salt, but her eyes are open /wide/.

>>447234
You stand and walk by her side, without turning. "We should go to sleep." you say, as you walk. "Tomorrow... well, "tomorrow" seems barely in a few hours.

"Four." Snacks deadpans. "Four hours."

You stop, then feign to ponder as you raise a finger to your lips, still without turning around. "We could take a shower." Now you turn your head. "You did get me all sticky after all, so you should wash me."

You witness Snacks /slow/, -slow- short nod towards you. It takes a sly smile from your lips, and it isn't long before she takes the lead.

It isn't long before the two are at the bathroom's door. You take a peek from the outside; it's fairly big as usual, and both the floor and walls have a white squares pattern up until the ceiling, which is red.

"Y-ou go first. I can wait!" she stutters, attempting a beaming smile.

>>447307
Drag her into the shower with us. There's no stopping this lewd train now!

>>447307
I'm still not feeling to good. Could you help me.
Be dramatic about feeling bad.

>>447307
but then how im i going to wash my back? il do yours
and you cant wash me form outside room mate

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>>447351
You visibly ponder at this, doing your best to look somewhat let down.

"But then, how am I going to wash my back?"

Now this is just how a deer under headlights would look like, if it had horns -wait, it has horns- well, if it had blonde, messy hair and big brown eyes -wait, don't they?-.

You ponder, again, letting out another very audible "hmm!". "And you can't wash my back from outside, right?" You smile at her, then. "Come in, I'll wash yours!"

She... stares.

>>447317
>>447330

"S-Snacks?"

You grab her hand with both of yours -the stutter was feigned, of course-. After she flinches, Snacks meets with your pleading stare over pouting lips.

"I'm still not feeling too good, Snacks." You let your hands drop a little on hers. "Could you help me? I'm feeling weak, and kinda dizzy."

She swallows so hard, it makes one of your eyebrows tilt. Then she nods, and follows you inside. If there is /ONE/ thing you always failed to feel ashamed of, that is your body without half a second doubt. Lifts, squars, runs, deadlifts... you did it all, over and over, all these years. The few coins you get for smiling at retards at the Great Lady (because let's face it; you can't be that smart if you choose to eat there) go to healthy fruits and greens, and even Snacks failed to make you fat. Yeah. No doubt at all. You don't even mind as you drop the rest of the pajama to your feet, then kick it with your heel with such aim that it hits Snacks in the face. It slowly slides off it, revealing a blank... read, /very/ blank face.

>>447377
SHOWERTIME BABY

>>447377
Make sure to keep acting sick as you make your way to the shower. Make her feel obligated to help you

>>447377
come on you time to take that off, dont wana get your cloths all wet
as try to help her take it off but frist turn on the hot water

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>>447385

It's time. The room has like five showers clutched in next to each other, with nothing between them. One by one, you grip the handles of the three that are next to the wall, and soon it's raining warm inside. You bask in the glory of having a shower with hot water for the first time in two years, recalling that last time with Leaderhorn, even if that was a sauna.

>>447400
Then you cough. You turn to stare at Snacks like a puppy, who's still dressed from feet to horns. You cough harder and bend, then, glancing from the corner of your eye at her concerned glare. It almost draws a small giggle from your lips.

>>447412
"Come on, take that off!" you almost shout, cheerfully, as the rain and vapor engulfs you. Then you cough a bit more for good measure. Snacks sight is lost at the floor, so she doesn't see you coming until you grab her white pullover from below, and push it upside. Shaking, she raises her arms, all the white sliding off as you push it from underneath.

It isn't long before she's fully naked as well.

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>>447481
Wash her. Sensually.

>>447481
hand her the soap or something and tell her to wash your back, its her flut yyour in here then once your clean youl do her fares fares

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>>447330
>Pika puncher.

How the fuck did I just notice this!

>>447507
couse you working hard on typing things out
but its a good one

when she is washing us we should press up agaest her, mon a bit and make her wash our boobs and thighs all over as we do the same to her

>>447537
Lightly fondle so to pass off as cleaning

Before she has time to fluster, freeze, or shake, you drag her under the shower, as the shower and warm fog engulfs the two of you togueter.

She's shaking, though. Hmm.

>>447485
There are soaps and sponges neatly clutched into tiny squares inside the wall, at chest height. You leave Snacks to focus on the warmth as you grab one of each from the nearest square, then shake them against each other until you get some foam.
You slip behind her and hug her from behind, as you press your humble breasts against her back.

>>447537
Then, tossing the soap to a faraway corner, you slowly, genly, carefully, etc, slide the wet sponge against her white frame, and after some wandering around, you make a point by dragging the sponge across her breast. You think you heard a faint moan; but maybe it was just your imagination.

"T-Trash?" She doesn't turn as she speaks. "Try to be gentle."

>>447490
You press the sponge against her hand, and without a word you turn and kneel under the shower. Soon, you feel the sponge softly scratching your back, going up and down over and over. It feels quite soothing.

>>447541
yer thats what i was going for
get her all warmed up for the bed

>>447545
tell her where you want her to go next and let her know that you like this, shes doing a good job, when she is done fisnh her off well asking her where she would liek it next/most
and that we can get used to this.
im for a ff to when the shower is done so we can dry her off with a tail and then not let her get get changed, naked takign her to the bed to use the body heat to stay warm

Gimme fuel, you fucks. I don't know if tonight I'll be able to update because life and shit.

didnt i giv4 you some fuel?
and that sucks man i guse most people ran away couse of life

>>448028

Light fondle >>447541 was kinda took into account, so I only get >>447560 as an offering to the merciful god of lewd and nonsense.

And you already voted, it's not that fun unless everyone adds to the bonfire. :D

>>448048
Apologies. I was asleep.

>Bring her to the bedroom with us.

>>448048
i knw well il be going to bed soon as well hope more people come in to keep the lawds train going

it would be fun to see this from snacks view point at some stage

>>448064
That's actually a good idea.

WRITANG!

>>448066
ahha how fare back are you going with this? back to the date or just the house part?
this should be good

>>448068
It's either gonna be one massive chunk of text after it's all said and done, or another part of the quest from Snacks POV. Right now, the shower is still running.

>>448071
hmmm i owuld rather a a grate wall of text asfor now as i dont know if theres enguh people to keep the questing going atm, not to say when more people come on could do a quest from snacks.

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>>447560

"Snacks? Go for my neck, sweetie."

Quietly, you hum to yourself as Snacks hand arches over the sponge on your neck, a happy, peaceful tune echoing across the bathroom. It's your subtle attempt at calming Snacks, and letting her know she's doing a good job.

As her movement become soft, you dare to believe it might be working. Tenderly, you catch her hand as the sponge scratches the back of your neck, then pull just strong enough for her to fall on your back. Yet you are met with resistance, so you give up soon and take the sponge instead.
"Hmm." You mutter, almost seriously. "Waking up from a four hour nap... it's gonna be so hard!"
"It should be a three hout nap by now,I think!" As you turn walk around Snacks, your attempt at casual conversation is met like a man stranded in the desert would a bottle of Don Perigñon. "Perhaps we could stay awake, and endure with coffee? You did sleep quite a wh-ouch."

"Sorry!" You aren't exactly used at being gentle. And her back is really soft, it makes you wonder if she wears a soft shirt under her uniform. It should itch, otherwise, with a skin like this.

"It's ok!" she blurts out. The silence resumes. But just as you begin sinking in your thoughts, Snacks talks. "Trash?" You "hmm?" in responde. She goes on. "How are you feeling now?"

You really wanted to avoid going through your first date; and that's exactly what you are going to do. At any other given time, you wouldn't give half a fuck about laughing at your own fuck-ups- but that, simply, was because you couldn't feel.

Now you do. And you /don't/ want to feel bad right now of all times.

"You seem so concerned!" you hug her from behind, intent on pressing your boobs against her back again, then kiss the back of her forehead as Snacks goes frigid as usual. "It's kinda weird getting drugged, raped, then washed and asked sweet little thimgs." A laugh rises from within, and you let it flow cheerfully. "But It's not like I couldn't get used to this! Where should I wash you now, hmm?"

She visibly pauses. Then, her head rises dimly. "M-my neck. Please."

"Sure." You back away from her, then press the sponge against the back of her neck and move it back and forth, this time far too softly instead.

>>447541
Some brushes later, you stray from her neck towards the soft,warm world that's Snack's body.

"Trash? That's not my neck." She warns softly, just as you lightly fondle her breast again.

Under the wet sponge, uou feel all the way from her boob to her tummy. "But I was already over." you barely pout, going from her stomach to her leg, very close to the danger zone.

>>447560
"Don't you feel clean already?" The warning in her words is drowned by her motherly tone. You never heard someone talk like that before. "We won't get much sleep like this."

"We won't get much sleep anyway." Even for this situation, that reality is kinda heavy. You work ten hours shifts, and most of the time you end up hiding in the bathroom to take a nap.

(Cont!)

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>>447560
After it's all said and done, you wrap a white towel around Snacks. But as you start moving it to get her dry, she takes it off your hands in one swift, maybe a bit brutal motion.

"I-I can handle myself, don't worry." The tone was the bastard son of shyness and anger, perhaps not to you. You just nod, then pick another towel for yourself.

After you slide the towell off your face, Snacks suddenly appears in front of you, holding your neatly folded pajamas in both hands. Your eyebrows frown slightly, as you stare at her from feet to horns.

"You aren't naked." you state, as if your son just became the leader of the rebellion against your oppresive, yet proliferant kingdom. She giggles hard to herself. It looks cute.

"I'm off to sleep." she says, her motherly tone making a combeback. "I've set the alarm so don't worry, I'll come to wake you up very, very shortly." She sighs, defeated. "Very."

Snacks making a joke, hmm! Now that's a new one. She muffles her squeak as you grab her wrist and pull her towards you, in quite the romantic fashion (this time, pulled out right).

"What do you mean?" you say, tilting your head along a sly smile, all of for here. "You are coming with me."

"I-I'm coming with you, Iguessthen?" she stutters, then drops another nervous giggle as you drag her towards the bedroom.

And soon again, the both of you are sleeping at each end of the rather big bed in "your" room.

"Good night, Trashy!" Snacks blurts out cheerfully, then pushes a button in some sort of silver remote device she's holding, and suddenly it's /very/ dark. Like, completely dark.

>>448051
I forgot to quote this one, but there it is!

>>448132
After having done /lewd/ things then falling asleep, wake up.

>>448132
Kiss the back of her neck as you spoon her and tell her "today was the best day I have ever had. Thank you snacks" followed by "goodnight".

>>448132
>>448142
>>448143
as much as il like some lawds Kiss the back of her neck as you spoon her and tell her "today was the best day I have ever had. Thank you snacks" followed by "goodnight". probs teh best thing atm
ut dosnt mean whe have to sleep so far away?
ask snack if she get loney sleeping by herslf in this bg bed and sneak over for cuddles and mybe slight fingers raning along her body and ear bites and depanding on how it gose go to sleep liek this

OP busy breaking a wall. Please wait warmly! :D

>>448132
Hug and cuddle, just hug and cuddle

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"Stealthly", you turn around and drag your body across the bed, the trip longer than you expected until you her hair on your nose. You feel as if the darkness was weighing down on you. As if you were standing.

Yet as you are about to open your mouth, a snore takes you by surprise; too rushed, and too loud, like scratching your ears. You feel your mouth tense under the darkness; it might be a smile.

>>448202
>>448143
Using her hair as guidanse, you search for her neck until you bury your head in it; you end up kissing her upper back. It doesn't matter. You get an arm under the small cave under her neck, and the other under her arm, resting your hand on her tummy, spooning Snacks. Her snores get stronger, it almost makes you giggle.

"Today", you whisper, guessing where her ear is, "was the best day I have ever had." You blink in the darkness,then hold her just a bit closer as you close your eyes. "Snacks? Thank you."

>>448142
A while goes on, and she's not snoring anymore. Yet there you are, cuddling to Snacks, feeling again for the first time in almost ten years.

And really. What a day to feel again.

Thanks to Snacks, you managed to endure the new storm of long forgotten emotions, and against all odds you could even enjoy them. One thing you can't deny now; you are weak. Very. Weak. And Snacks just gave you the strenght to believe that, maybe, going through all of this again may be worth it.

You consider that doing /lewd/ things to the Snacks is, by now, almost safe.

>>448202
>>448161

Yet you choose to hold back. You don't want her crying again, right? Who knows.

"Don't you dare think I don't know how hard it is.." you whisper, instead, towards the warm darkness. "Don't you dare, Snacks."

It doesn't take you long to fall asleep as well.

Resuming soon! OP's got to get filthy for a while longer, so wait warmly!

Furthermore, choices:

>Vaal POV
>Trash POV

>>448409
>>Trash POV
I'm good with keeping the Trash train rolling.

>>448409
>>Vaal POV

>>448428
>>trash

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AIGHT, so OP smashed his bones against a wall for the past three and a half hours. Most of them are broken.

But guess what.

Guess fucking /what/.

His fingers are ok. And so, that means

>>448428
>>448734

more Snacks abusing. What a time to be alive, you naggers.

WRITINGA!

>>449018
are we bad people for all this sexual thing we doing to snacks?
i hope she lieks it and just is too shay to say soo

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Once your head starts hurting, you don't fail to feel lost on the big, wide bed. Nothing on your arms. It takes some time and will, but you manage to unglue the upper half of your body from the warm sheets. After a while, you open your eyes and yawn, only to find your clothes neatly folded in a chair right at your side. Looking up, you gasp and hold the sheet as the size of the room, and perhaps your newfound perception, makes you feel very small under the arching, steely white roof. And it's window. It is as you stare at it that you start to hear the dim sound of rain clashing against the window. It must be one hell of a window.

Other than that, your stomach still hurts, your throat feels dry, your head stills feels filled with spiderwebs, and there's no Snacks on the bed.

>>449080
wake her up with tits in her face, or us cooking her breaky with nathign but an apron on

>>449095
go find some food/drinks but do it in the nude if its not too cold

Put on a shirt but nothing else, then find something to eat

>>449095
Aw. Shit. Getting lewd without me nag nug?

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>>449125
It is cold...
>>449163
But a shirt should be enough! Yup! And your white top tank is long enough that you either have to hide it under your skirt, or fold it. You don't fold it. The floor DOES feel cold, doubtlessly. Even over the rug. You consider that wearing your thights would ruin the shock, but lo and behold you remember Snack's bunny flip flops, and there they are.

You find her at the kitchen, peacefully humming to herself as she spins a big spoon into a wide pan.

"Good morning Tra-"

One of these days, Snacks won't even flinch after seeing you half-naked. That much you promise to yourself.

Today, likely, won't be that day. This time, however.

"Heya." you rumble, then walk towards her. "What's that?"

It takes her some time, but Snacks manages to beam a slight smile at you. "R-rice! It's for yourstomachit will do you well... so... eat it?"

Smiling quizzically, you slightly tilt your head to the side.

"OK!" you blurt, then, before sitting by the table.

>>449178
Suddenly, your smile is erased, and your ears tense as you feel the awakening of something terrible, something very big, very far under the ocen. On a reflex, you swallow.

It doesn't go unnoticed.

"Trash?" Snacks turns towards you.

"Don't worry!" you say, then blink at her over a dim smile. "You get older faster if you worry. Did you know?"

Still, her worried glare holds. She sits in front of you.

"Trash, if you are really feeling bad, and it's not a joke of some sort, then please do not be reckless." No stutters, no melting, perfect timing...? Snacks goes on, after looking at you straight in the eyes. "Do not hesitate to stay. And do not worry about the Cross Boss, I have my means." Then, she smiles. "Ok? This is your home, now."

You glance at the small, ebony clock at your side, like one of those big wall clocks but very shrunk; work is due in fourty five minutes.

>>449229
It's time to get curious. Using the most remorseful but slightly guilt tinted eyebrows and avoident glances tell Snacks you still feel as if you are in a poor working state and maybe you should call in...
But ask her if she can do it.
If she has means, let us be graced by her command.


I'm back. And it's time to rise.

>>449229
I've been through much worse. You're not getting rid of me that easily

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>>449260
You turn your face from her and pout. "I've been through so much worse you can't even imagine." Then you spawn a toothy grin at the side facing her. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

You blink. Snacks looks... so fucking /sad/ now. It's subtle, yes, but you have quite the curriculum vitae when it comes to sad, really fucked-up people. You can tell them apart. Half a second later, though, the frown vanishes from her face.

"I see!" she manages, returning to her motherly smile. It doesn't seem like a fachade, and given /you/ would know that relieves you. "But you felt so bad this morning, a-and last night..."

"Maybe the shower did the job." You cut her off, winking at her. She blushes.

>>449258
"Then again... my tummy kinda hurts, y'know?" You state, looking down at the place.

Snacks leans closer. "Is that so?"

From below, you give Snacks one of those weak glances, avoid her eyes as she tries to connect. "Maybe you are right. Maybe I should call in." you nod, arching your eyebrows from below like a puppy does after shitting right in your ps4, along another thieving glance. "But... can you really do it?"

She nods widely, almost like a bow. "Sure! Don't worry, just stay and get better. I'm fairly certain there's more than enough food in the fridge."

Then Snacks stands, and takes her coat from a hanger next to the kitchen's missing door as you stare at her, dumbfolded.

One of your eyes twitches. "Wait, so you are going, then?"

She "hmms!", still getting her crimson coat on.

>>449352
Get lewd, with the food.
No.
Get rude, with two dudes.
No!
Ask her slyly if this is what a living together couple is like.
Make those cheeks red before she leaves.
Prepare to get her... /cheeks/ red when she gets backs.

>>449352
Make her blush no matter what.

>>449388
"Snacks!" you exclaim as she heads for the door.. The warm, blondie pretty thing turns to you."Isn't this like a couple living togueter?"
She laughs it off. "My, why do you say that kind of things?"

>>449398
You giggle to yourself, waiting for her to turn around. Then you say,"Maybe because I'm falling in love with you."

She halts. Um... guess that worked.

>>449425
Ask her if it's appropriate to feel these things...
Tell her it's fine if not. Tell her you can hide these feels if she does not want you to care about her like this.
"After all, it's not like you think of me in those lewd ways. I've noticed how averse you are when I flirt or you see my body..."
Let the sickness take over and become weak and tearful.
"I'm sorry I'm don't attract you the way you do me...
I'm sorry you don't want me the way I've wanted you since I first saw you..."

>>449425
Let's try not to manipulate her to much....

>>449457
That's not how this works anon.
We've been manipulating the whole time.
This is for all the sweet Snacks we can eat.

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"Snacks?"

>>449447
"Is it ok to feel these things?" you say, sticking a hand to your chest. "It's fine if it's not. I-I mean, If it's not I can stop bothering you if you don't feel the same." Now guess who's blushing, you silly /fuck/. Yet, there she stands. Still quiet. You go on. "...guess I know you don't feel the same. It's like I'm the only one having fun, and you feel so cold sometimes-"

She finally turns around, and that startles you enough to stop talking. Looking a you in the eyes, she remains by the door; her gaze shifts, from unfocused and blank, as she blinks ever so slowly, to the same motherly smile you already grew fond of. She walks towards you in your white top-tank and bunny flip-flops, then sits by the side and somehow she seems so big...

She holds her smile at you, then clear her throat. You never thought clearing a throat could somehow manage to be cute, yet the world is bigger than you thought.

"It may be still soon for us to have this conversation." Snacks starts, seeming very serene inside her comfy crimson coat. "Trash?" She leans just a bit closer. You just stay there, like a kid about to get scolded. "I feel the same. I'm just not good at this." Her beaming, motherly smile takes you off guard; she seems so confident. "I'm actually quite the loner. And when I seem cold and distant, do not suffer, Trash. it's not me rejecting you. I just... don't know how to deal, I guess." She tilts her head, still smiling. Her eyes feel like an endless pit of chocolates you wouldn't mind falling into, as she looks at you without shaking of freezing. "I'm really not good at this. So how about we know each other some more, before you fall in love with me?"

You... so many... it's like... oh crap.

>>449457
You feel a pang of guilt on your chest, as rain washes the enourmous, hovering ship, the echo of every drop clashing into you.

>>449541
Perfect. We are moving exactly as planned.
"Snacks...
I want this. Let me help you too. Let's grow and see where life takes us...
Together?"

>>449541
I'd like that. But you should know, you're the only one who has got me to feel anything, and it's amazing and scary, but you've brought me so much happiness in such a little amount of time. More than I've ever possessed. If this is not love, it's one hell of something.

>>449585
Also, "for you, I'd do anything, so I'll do things your way."

OP dealing with a mountain of dishes right now! Stay tuned for more Snacks abuse!

>>449651
just burn them or use plastice ones
ok fare is fare give her a kiss on the cheek befor sending her on her way.

>>449716
>>449589
Yes, these!

can we get back in if we leave? should probs go move soem of the thigns from ur place into here once shes gone
and mybe sale it?

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>>449585

You feel lost as you stare at the table, with a quarter smile, and your eyebrows arching. "Guess I'd like that, yeah." you say as your eyes meet your Snacks; the rest of your head soon follows. "But, you know... you're the only one who has got me to feel anything. In... a very, very long time. You know," you let your elbows fall in the table, then rest your chin on both balled up fists, "I have a friend. A single friend. A himehorn. Maybe this rings a bell, they call her Leaderhorn."

Snacks blinks at you, frowning her lips. Of course she knows who she is.

You proceed, closing your eyes. "She used o be very small! And right now, she's big, big and scary. Bigger than me. We've been traveled the world even before the Rain... for a long, long time. The thing is..." you open your eyes, slowly. "all that time with her, with the best, only friend I've ever had, I hardly ever felt a thing. Then you came."

Those last words came a lot weaker than you expected or wanted to. Snacks opens her mouth, but you gently gesture at her with you open palm. She catches the clue, and nods.

"It's amazing. ...And scary, too!" you rush with a smile. "But you've brought me so much happiness, in such a little amount of time... I hardly even know what's going on now. It's... really, literally, more than I've ever possesed." You pause. Snacks eagerly opens her mouth again, but you open your palm. Then you allow yourself a mouthful of air, and exhale before going on. "Snacks? If this is not love... I... don't really know what's going on. Sorry. But if it's not love then, at least, it's one hell of a something, right?"

Snacks faint smile really seems pretty mother-like. Maybe part of the attraction is that you never add a "mother" as the word implies.

"I'm happy that you are being honest with me." Snacks grabs the ledge of the table on her end, almost like hanging on to dear life. "I like... how brave you are, and how you just... blurt out!, just like that. Maybe that's because I... think things a lot over."

"Snacks." You asume your serious stance, bringing one balled up fist in front of your chin as you grab the chair with the other. "It was easy for me because I didn't care at all about anything. You aren't I coward. I can see that. You just care a lot more than I do." You dedicate the, perhaps, second honest smile you ever managed. "And I know I should. So... teach me how to care like you do."

Her grip on the table loosens, as her smile beams. "Ok."

And then, you just let silence engulf the both of you, like a warm blanket on a cold day.

>>449553
"Snacks?" She tilts her head as you, as you break the silence. "I want this. Let me help you, too. Let's grow and see where life takes us... Togueter."

She nods. "I think we are doomed to try anyway, wouldn't you agree?"

You pout. "/Doomed!/"

She laughs, covering her mouth.

(Cont!)

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>>449589
"I'm not really good at caring, so I'll do things your way."

"I'm... not good at caring, either."

You take a notorious look around. "At least your house is clean."

"At this point..." yep, you blushing nigga, "I think I'do do anything for you."

She "hmms". "Maybe you don't love me, Trash." Your eyes widen, but this time it's her palm that stops you. "Maybe I'm just the trigger your mind needs. I wouldn't mind that." Her motherly smile returns."I do not want to live a lie. And it's very early yet to assume things, would you not agree?"

You dedicate her a /sad/ smile, but she doesn't flinch. "I think I could manage."

>>449837
Silently, she rises from the table.
"Snacks?" you rise as well. "Um... will I be able to leave when you are gone?" She raises an eyebrow at this. "There... might be some stuff I wanna get from my house."

Snacks grins at you. "Trash, if you don't take care of yourself, it will only get worst."

"What happened to my shy little Snacks?" You almost mutter, feigning /intense pain and suffering/.

She beams at this, then walks towards you.

>>449716
...and you don't wait for her to talk to land a kiss on her cheek. It... ouch. Heart never did these things before. You witness as Snacks face goes from freezing, to blushing, to confusion, and then straight to /concern/ as her eyes widen, while you grab your chest. Yet you quickly rectify yourself, and clear your throat.

"I'm perfectly fine, now go!" you state in absolute seriousness, crossing your arms to your chest. She blinks a bit before closing in for a kiss -maybe?- and the closer she gets the harder your chest hurts... in a very non-romantic fashion. But when she kisses you in the forehead, you feel it was a worthy investment.

It left you so dumb, you didn't notice she was headed for the door.

"Stay warm." It's the last you hear before she opens the door, and suddenly the strong sound of rain engulfs Snacks as she opens an umbrella.

The door closes. And you are left alone in her airship, with a wet forehead and a pounding heart.

>>449979
Shit. Now we are...
Committed!
Will we ever a taste of that sweet juicy snack?!

Let's explore the airship while Snacks is away.

>>449979

Forgot a quote between

>You take a notorious look around. "At least your house is clean."

and

>"At this point..." yep, you blushing nigga, "I think I'do do anything for you."

Oh well. Pain and suffering, guys.

what have we done

>>450186
We did the best we could.

>>450241
it wasnt good enguh
well she said she donst mind us but need time
well lest she said she didnt like the playing
and she did kiss us this time

>>450412
didnt mind

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIGHT, who here? :D

>>451230
Heh heh...

>>451240
So, explore the ship then?
>>450028
Or is there something else? Like, for instance, punching yourself in the bladder, cuz you kinda got yourself stuck.

>>451230
I'm here

>>451249
Yeah sure, let's check out our new home. Maybe put up some more posters in the kitchen

>>451249
Ship exploration! Also, can we sneak a cute clothing article from her closet so she gets sappy when she gets back?

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>>450028
>>451270
Whereas Snacks airship is what a mannor is to a house, it didn't take you that long to look around the whole place. It's big. That much is sure. And you got a whole lot of spots you couldn't peek on, but seeing the engine room below, from the bridge to Snacks, you can already tell this ship was meant for military purposes. Furniture is few, and scattered across the whole place; yet Snacks room, which is surprisingly small and cozy, certainly doesn't lack in tiny details. Walls are painted pink, there's a fairly big desktop right in front of the door, busting with tiny figures and tools you fail to recognize. You grab one of the figures, and take a small breath. It's a small, toy himehorn, with plenty of small details, from eyebrows,to strands of hair, and details in her robe. At a glance, you can tell the rest are complex as well, while some are half-way there.

Seems Snacks took toy-making as a hooby.

Other than that, there's her bed. The blanket /BRIMMING/ with pictures and drawings clutched togueter, like struggling for space. And it doesn't take you long to figure out who's on the picture.

Templars.
Inkeds.
Himehorns.
Armas.
Anythings.
Theys.

Your mouth is gaping, but as you keep on looking you find more, and more details here and there. Some are people you are already familiar with; Leaderhorn, the broken horn Leader, Captain, Fair, White, Sansui, Dietrich Alomar... it's like the story of the past few years, clutched in the blanket.

Then you swallow. Oh, fuck, that's you. In your old, now obliterated anima armor, but oh my fucking nig-nuggets, that's you.

>>451287
The drawer is filled with clothes, surprisingly scattered at every corner, underwear meshing with shirts and skirts; not even a shoe was spared.

Hmm. What should you take?

>>451270
You make an oath to yourself; this ship won't be so empty a week from today. Yup; we need more guys cumming.

>>451379
Don't forget close ups of girls moaning. Have to account for snack, she which she is more into.

>>451393
This
>>451379
White cashmere. Only. Buck naked except white cashmere.

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>>451393
You nod to yourself. Maybe you should even ask her!

>>451411
After some rushed scavenging, you feel soft in your hands. It's a white, long cashmere coat; if you don't close it up, the sides scratch the floor, as you hold it front of you with both hands. Hmm!

>>451420
Should we go get our stuff

>>451439
According to your mental map... you are kinda locked. And according to Snacks, you should rest until you feel better.

You already feel better, FUCK!

If only there was a way... maybe Snacks said something, at some point?

You "hmm" to yourself, bringing your balled up first to your chin. "Is there something I'm missing?"

>>448132
Find the silvery remote device and press buttons till things happen!
Failing that, sob.
You. Are. Imprisoned.

>>451468
You recall Snacks used the remote control to turn off the lights, in your room. Wearing the white cashmere coat over your shoulders, you head there at a brisk pace.

Once you go through the door, it doesn't take you long to realize she left the device on the floor, next to her end of the bed. You take it.

It... does have buttons, that's for sure. It's like staring at a city from above, from /very/ above. Oh well. You let your fingers bounce on the device, over and over... until the floor starts swalling you and the carpet both. OH, NICE. You gasp,then press more buttons as you sink. Yet once it gets too far, you thow the remote at the distance and jump, grabbing the ledge under the carpet, as this one is dragged to the depths below under your hands.

"No, no, no no!" you yell in a low pitched voice, desperately holding onto the ledge, like escaping from magma by climbing a ladder.

The white carpet with black patterns is finally swallowed whole, and you push yourself up just it time to witness it slide on the ramp below, finally splashing in the ocean.

One of your eyes twitches. Well, at least it's not that far.

>>451487
Take the drink.
Let go.

>>451487
Adventure

>>451501
The big carpet is floating on the endless ocean... with Snack's coat over it. You sigh. Carefully, you walk the ramp, as it stopped at fourty five degrees from the ledge, held to the ship by two long pistons by the center. Once at the bottom, you lean from the edge and stretch your arm as far as you can. And it's so near! SO... NEAR..:! You manage to scratch it... then you feel dumb. As a retard smirk infests your face, the long, black fork forms in your hand, and you slide it under the coat before pulling it up. Then you stab the carpet and draw it in,it weights a shitload more than you expected, as the drops of sweat imply.

You drop the carpet at the other side of the open ramp, away from the desk and bed. It curls in itself, the bottom part of it being purely black.

Welp. That sucked ass.

>>451519
You walk the ramp again, and notice the island town isn't that far from the ship. Obviously, you'd have to swim the distance, and that would leave the ramp open. Wut do?

>>451535
Hit the ramp button again. Plat with the remote so more.

>>451543
Thiiiis!

>>451543
>>451557
Almost in a fit of anger, you smash the buttons over and over; the ramp goes up and down as you slam your fingers on the control. Yet it settles for closing after you smash the small city with the bottom of your fist. Ok. That's one less.

Back to the main room, you notice a straight ladder standing over a crushed sofa. You wince, then climb it, and walk the grid-shaped bridge until you stumble on a door. It opens on it's own, startling you, as you step near it, rain crashing against your feet as the entirety of it's sound and the sound of thunder are unleashed inside the ship.

On a whim, you peek outside, and your eyes widen; the bridge goes on, surrounding the ship. To the side you can barely notice the tip of a small, glass-roofed hovercraft that OP totally didn't put there because you guys got stuck and opted to fuck around the world instead of waiting for her. As the rain clashes in your hair like a punishment, you mutter a silent, bright "hmm!", as a smile dawns on your face.

>>451606
Take a nap. All this adventure is making our sick come back.

>>451606
Use the computer to download porn, then pass out on her bed

>>451665
With girls cumming screenshoted

>>451637
You keep staring at the hovercraft, under the rain. Nah. It ain't worth the jam. Shaking your head, you stop away from the door, fully drenched from feet to hair, the later dripping almost straight into the floor below.

Besides... what could possibly be out there that could leave you breathless, other than Snacks?

And she's coming here.

It all goes by with a flash; the walks, the shower, the pajamas... maybe you really are sick, somehow. Yet as you stare into the door of your room, suddenly regaining the best half of your senses, you don't fail to remember there's still /one/ very important mission at hand.

>>451665
Siting at Snack's desk, you clip enough orgasming faces from the very few, yet thriving porn sites by The Link, as her miniature toys stare at you with a wide variety of frozen faces.
You leave the files right at her desktop, because suddenly you can't be bothered to think that much.

Then you fall on her bed, over the past years story, on your white and red pajamas.

(Pausing!)

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>>451694

>on your white and red pajamas.
>in

OP having lunch, and arguing semantics with an extremely religious old lady for the lulz.

Resuming in a few hours!

ALRIGHT YOU FUCKS!!

Who in? :D

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>>452048
AWW YEAH

>>452048
Yo.

>>451700
what did we do last night? il be here ill life makes me do things

>>451700
on your white and red pajamas. so we are naked now?
ahha well looks liek snacks has a few things we can do/take her on some dates when we arnt sick
i guse downloading porn got us naked and horny

>>452048
Shit.

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A crude example of the workings of the mind would be comparing it to the workings of a bank. Whereas the bank holds currency, your mind holds your hope; and in order to attain currency, one must convince it's bank, by one means or another, that it will have gains from the investment.

So what happens when we fail, over and over, and over, and over again? Our credibility goes at stake, the bank gets wary, and our promises don't work as well as they used to. We end up with little currency to do little investments, and we manage what little hope we have with utmost care, measuring our every step, hoping to, one day, regain the confidence of our mind.

That's how shy people work.

...

You eyes lit. Snacks was here; that much, you can tell by the blanket all over you. And, after you yawned and stretched and checked on the PC, by the missing files on her desktop. Then, you accidentally glance at the small clock in the corner of the screen, and your mouth gapes slightlyl. After all, you slept fifthteen hours.

It seems you /were/ sick, after all!

You find Snacks sleeping in the big bed at your room, her messy hair scattered across the pillow. Eyes hurt, head feels heavy, and all the signs of a great nap start sprouiting everywhere from you as you notice them.

Yet, it's about time. Work is due in just one hour and ten minutes.

You grin.

>>452244
>>so we are naked now?
Nigga cmon, it's not the worst I've pulled so far.

>>452133
Cuddling with Snacks until dreamland. Srsly, I'm surprised even myself.

>>451680
You DID take that measure, btw!

Furthermore, nothing more stands between OP and his shitty keyboard. Bring it!

>>452374
Lets wake her up and get ready to work. We still have to casually mention how much you loved her washing your back. And how you never knew she was so soft and could get so wet.
Mention this while you both walk into work.
Let the chips fall where they may. Heh.

>>452374
Make lewd implications at work. Nothing concrete, just vague implications.

Also, slap Snacks' ass when we get to work for good measure, in front of everybody.

>>452434
Any particular method of waking up? =w=

>>452445
Moan her name. Scream that you love her slapping your ass! "Three fingers! Cum hither them! SNAAAAACKS!"

>>452445
@!$©, what measure?

>>452445
With the smell of bacon and eggs

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>>452434
Watching her sleep as scattered and awkwardly like that feels, to you, like watching two big cats warming each other under the drizzle, the subsequent smile hurting the corners of your lips. Dumping water with icecubs on the ninja inside of you, your hands and legs slide across the bed until you finally rest your head over her shoulder. Then you cover her chest with your arm, dreading the second the fucking clock tics. Snack's -real- snores are light, just slightly different from her usual voice.

>>452469
You get your lips in position."Snaaaacks? Snaaaaacks?" The words come softly, like moans of sheer pleasure. Her snoring stops.

You grin. And then, you slap your own ass almost in full force.

"Snacks! I love... I love you... oh! S-Snacks!" you rush, closing your eyes, as you bite your lips and dance with your tongue. "Three fingers! Cum hither them! SNAAAAACKS!"

Her snores get fast and steady, almost like a pig beging for mercy. Your cheeks puff into a smile, then you kiss her forehead and rise from the bed.

>>452495
You aren't exactly sure if it was like this; all the food you ever eat, healthy or not, is pre-made and comes in plastic. Soon, the sun comes across the door, waving all of it's messy golden rays over Snacks's half-closed eyes and slightly gaping mouth.

You smirk lightly. She's walking steady, after all.

"Trash?" she mutters, her arms hanging freely from her shoulders. She walks towards you, and you don't fail to take the chance to kiss; your lips end up in her eye, though. She just giggles, then looks at the pan. "My, I think that's... a bit more than enough."

For the first time in a while, you look directly into the pan. Maybe bacon isn't supposed to be black. She gently grips your hand, smiling at you.

"Mind you?"

Btw, I tried to be fast- and the fucking toilet clogged. OP has it's own personal gray cloud of SHIT, always over him, always waiting. Next post will be fast, for fucks sake.

>>452478
Wut do u mean PL?

>>452562
Eat breakfast with her.

Also play footsie under the table.

You watch intently at the now clean pan, as Snacks holds a tiny green bowl and whisk the eggs inside. Before you notice, she beams at you saying "D-done!".

>>452576
The two off you end up eating in silence over two small dishes, next to each other, filled with bacon and fried eggs. As you struggle to find topics to talk about, you find yourself feeling an intense, maybe exxagerated need to protect the messy thing sitting right next to you.. Giving up, you kidnap one of her feet with yours. Her face freezes, albeit slightly, and shortly she's smiling again while caressing your feet with hers.

Um... this is not what you had in mind.

>>452576
This.
>>452567
I'm dumb, nevermind

>>452598
Run your feet up and down her calf

>>452598
Make regular conversation, with the occasional lewd bit thrown in.

>>452609
Trying to keep your face neutral, you run your feet up and down her calf. It seems she keeps her leg steady against your caressing, but raising your eyes reveals she's playing the same game you are.

You both keep eating in silence. The drive to hug her tender frame against you is so strong it's starting to hurt.

>>452613
"So..." you start, she turns to you. "Frogs are nice, right?"
She swallows her food, then nods. "They are nice."
You nod sagely, as well. Frogs are indeed nice, and those who oppose cannot be allowed to think themselves rightful. That much, at least, cannot be contested.
You take another bite of bacon. The taste is satsfying."If I ever found you tied to a bed I wouldn't let you go."
Snacks chokes. But, well, she manages to swallow. "I-Ithinkwemightbegettinglate" she states, swiftly rising from the table.
You nod, sagely. Frogs are indeed nice.
Hmm, maybe she's right. But maybe there's something else you might want to try before you leave. Hmm...!

>>452637
Slap her ass.

>>452637
Ask her to teach you how to cook so you can surprise her with naked apron.

>>452663
No.
Grope. Dat. Ass.

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>>452663
You stand as well.

"I-I've left the clothes in your room. Mine are at my room, so... meet me at the pad!"

She almost storms off before you get a chance to vote.

Neatly piled up in a chair, you find your uniform, white top tank, skirt, black thighs, and shoes under it. As you notice, there are other clothes over the drawer in case you don't feel like dressing like a soldier to nag tips.
Whatever. You got, like, three spare uniforms at the restaurant, so you get the uniform on. It would be nice, to have one of those hats with a golden skull... well, nice as in "glorious."

Already fully dressed, you meet Snacks, the horned thing in the white appron she wears to wash filthy dishes. While she seems surprised by your choice of wear, you wish you had white gloves along the skull hat you don't have either.

"I like the pattern!" you blurt, looking at the black and white hovercraft. This one doesn't have a window, as you notice while Snacks silently hands you a helmet.

"You can test your feet here." she points at a lowly, small bar, attached near a weel. "And remember to hold on thight."

You point at the other hovercraft, the one that's half glass bubble, half machine. "What's wrong with that one?" you say, putting on the helmet.

"Oh, that one is broken." Snacks shrugs, then turns to her hovercraft.

>>452663
And as she does, you, with milimetrically measured strenght, draw a yelp from Snacks by slapping her in the ass,

>>452679

...yet then you grope it. Firmly. Proudly gazing over her shoulder towards the endless horizon, thinking of all those soldiers at the Second, the ones that died before having a feel of Snacks's soft buttocks. One single, mainly tear, is shed behind the visor.

Then you just walk in front of her, as casually as a human being could muster.

"You hold on tight." You warn, stretching your arms towards the sky. "I'll drive."

As you sit on the hoverbike, you catch a glance of Snacks by the corner of your eye; her eye is twitching comically, as her mouth barely holds a frozen, shaking smile.

"...O-Ok!" she manages. You look up front, getting ready for the drive, as you hear stagger behind you.


The hovercraft moves smoothly, yet cleanly over the bright water. You feel tempted to let go of the helmet and fully take the wind at face, letting it flow with your air... but you don't think Snacks would like that. Speaking of which, she seems struggling between holding unto your belly for dear life, and not hurting you by gripping too tight.

You let yourself /gaze/ into the ocean at your side; there's nothing, nothing at all, other than water, grey clouds, the sun struggling between them, and it's reflection in the water. For once, it's not fucking raining.

>>452669
"Snacks?" You wait a bit. She doesn't reply, as the sharp sound of the engine gently pierces your ears. "SNACKS?"

She tenses her arms. You take that as a sign.

"Can you teach me how to cook?!"

You feel her head tipping your back, softly.

>>452679
We claasy

>>452761
Have a pleasant drive

>>452764
You classy.

>>452778
The rest of the trip goes uneventfully, just you and Snacks sliding over the ocean to slave away more hours of your life. But until then, it's just the two of you. While the thought of the both of you staying like that does seem terrifying if you delve too much in it, another ten or twenty minutes of Snacks holding you close don't seem like that much of a lovecraftian horror.

Then the docks hit your sight.

(Cont!)

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It's just after landing a foot on the wood that you notice your legs quivering. Woah, that's a new one. You reach a hand behind to help Snack's get off the hovercraft, but sadly, she managed fine on her own. Then you take off the helmet, and shake your hair on a whim.

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"So you have to paint the house, and you got four guys to do it. Carlos, who's slow but cheap; Roberto, who's fast but expensive; Ubunto, who's fast, cheap, and black; and finally, you get the Umo."

Umo stares solemnly at Pedro quizzing the Cross Boss.

Who shrugs. "Is there any hurry to your happy-retard-on-a-missile of an example?" she asks, politely.

"You can't live in the house while it's being painted."

The Cross Boss tilts her head to the side. It's Pedro that shugs, this time. "Then Carlos." the Cross Boss affirms.

A howling shout razes across the kitchen. "Hey, fuck you man, I know where you live.".

Umo's smirk is sad, but is shortly erased as she gets startled.

"So!"

Right at her side - a few feet above- Vaal smiles as usual.

"When do the costumbers come?" the tall blonde wonders, both her hands holding each other over her legs, as she tilts her body from side to side.

"Oh, there they are." Umo points at you leaning next to the woody, shitty back door, as Snacks enters.

Vaals walks to you, then strikes a fancy, subtle pose by raising her palm upwards.

"Greetings! And welcome to the Great Lady!"

Both you and Snacks share a subtle, quiet look.

"Thank you!" Snacks smiles at her.

>>452441
...and her eyes bounce as you gently slap her ass, again.

"Who are you?" you deadpan, lacking ill intent, towards the tall blonde and her almost blue shirt.

And before she opens her mouth, Umo steps between you, crossing both arms in front of her chest.

"Your problem." she deadpans, as well, in a certainly confident demeanor. You dedicate the small himehorn a raised eyebrow and a quick smile, implying you can blackmail the fuck out of her every ancestor at once. Yet, she's steady. "Show Vaal how to be a receptionist."

Hmm.

>>452889
Show her the works as we analyze how to best use her. Use small talk to probe her of blackmail material.


(She's probably to crazy to even feel fear of blackmail but we can certainly manipulate her with ease.)

>>452889
It's unlikely, but maybe she is actually the mother we never knew but went crazy trying to suppress the mental and physical abuse and left because she didn't know who she was. But that's just way to much of a coincidence...

...or is it haremhorn..?
Everything starts coming into place, and everyone is part of the conspiracy. Snacks, cross boss, Pedro! They're all in on this. They created the horrible events to make your life so tragic and horrid.

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>>452974
Explain!

>>452996
Okay, so we've established that trash had become the emotional and mostly physically dead cynical person at a young age due to her mother leaving before she knew her and father abusing and almost rapping her on multiple occasions and she had to be strong for herself and for her brothers.
My thought is that snacks and her family is behind it or some unknown or know entity. Her family or this entity may be wealthy and or powerful as we can she from her spacious home and multiple hovercraft. They may like to play games with people, to break down only to give them hope to snatch it away, to see them become nothing.
They selected a target with a young child(trash) and arranged for the father to go under go tremendous stress at work, making him taking it out at home, and possibly the same for the mother, or even adding drugs to there tap. Whatever the method, they caused the family to become broken and abusing(Vaal shows these abusive tendencies with the Pikachu. I assume that her mind went back to her youth, to happier times to cope with her trauma. A time with Pokemon, but she retains so vague motherly bond, or desire for her kid that she took in a different kid later on to coupe as well. Also I believe that we established that vaal is a much older blonde but that's all I have for the mother aspect ). With mom gone, her dad releases his stress on his daughter causing her to become Calaised.
With her Brocken, the entity uses snacks, a sweet innocent girl and a mother figure which trash psychologically craves, as the hope to make her come out of her shell and experience emotions once again, as well as exposing her to pain. I would assume that entitey has persuaded snacks with great wealth, as seen in her home, as payment to help destroy trash.
Once trash has reach the pique of happiness from the lowest point, the entity has snacks completely destroy trash by utterly rejecting her and deem that she lives up to her name.
Snack does not freeze at our advancements because she is shy, but because she knows she has to play the major role in destroying us. This is another reason why she stated that they should get to know each other better before advancing in their relationship. She fills guilty for what she will do.

Also cross boss and most likely Pedro are plants used to keep an eye on us at the least. Cross boss gave us this menial and degrading job to monitor and influence us.

This is a loose conspiracy theory with several holes in it, but there may be some truth to it. Maybe others can help strengthen the ties of haremhorns web of pain and suffering

>>452996
Fuck, that was alot more conspiracy on a poor writing level than I planned.
Maybe some will come true if I had given more concrete answer and basis off of the story.

Just call her mom as a joke as you make more lewd comments directed at snacks.

>>453129
>>452996
I thought this quest was going to be quick...
But this is getting fucking heavy.
I just want Snacks to get forward with TRASH for once.
Get a tooshy touch.
Get glute grabbing.
Do the booty bumbling for once.

I hope we aren't going to come home to Snacks on some new toy telling us we were not worth it.

>>452996
Also, we still need to get a rise from everyone by making a comment on how soft and wet she was in the shower before we split for our duties.

>>453129
B-but why? Seems like a lot of effort for nothing.

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>>453129

...

I love questing so fucking much. I'd be a motherfucker and make this canon, out of pure /evil/, if it wasn't because

a) Vaal is 32 y/o, Trash is 25.
b) Preah, Pedro, and the Cross Boss come from my last clusterfuck, "Test Quest!", which is a straight prequel from this quest.
c) You'd need a seriously fucking powerful reason for someone to hate Trash that much. More than I hate imagining I bite a piece of aluminium, like those they cover burgers with.
d) Holy fuck pika puncher, tonight I'll retard giggle myself to sleep. Thank you.

>>453160
nigger

>>453178
IT'S NEVER ENOUGH EFFORT FOR GOOD PLOT.

COFFEE AND WRITING LAST POST FOR THE NIGHT!

>>453178
It brings them great joy. A massive amount of schadenfreude.

To the anon that erased it's post: Too late, neggerfreude!

>>45320
How it could be possible...
A) Vaal thinks she's 32 due to her insanity to keep her Sai. She's actually closer to 45 or something but has a youthful appearance. When she tried to peice herself together after some minor amnesia from her mind going Coco for Coco puffs, someone said she looks younger so she thought that was her age.
B) they could just be paid to keep in eye on her discriminately or are completely uninvolved. The person could be using a net work of cameras or Pi's or neighbors.
C) the person probably choose trashes family because they were perfect to manipulate and to test his or her sick fantasy on. The person could by a mad scientist or a phycologist+ possibly connected to the government) who wants to test the limits of the human psyche by orchestrating from the outside to remove certain errors, and has used trashes whole family to run different test and gather data ( explains mothers madness as well) and is running several other tests on families and individuals across the whole island who meets the conditions he or she needs. Whatever the case, trash may not be Targeted for what she's done, but because the targeter can do it.
D) I'm glad someone is able to enjoy the ravings of a poor writer. I made the suggestion of conspiracy as a joke to began with, but I would actually enjoy if at least some part came true.
PS, I'm really am enjoying your story.

>>453215
I live off schadenfreude.
Being homeless and bearded, you can only live off tears if joy before you embrace the suffering of the world and climb the mountain of skulls and broken bones you leave behind.
>>453203
Also, you rude.
I'll cry in my cot a bit tonight.

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Now that's a new one, here; Umo is actually telling you what. You force a fat smile. Regardless of whatever the hell is going on, that tiny white thing must have something under her sleeve to bolster so much confidence-

-but right now, you can't really be bothered to find out. And it's not like you're making an effort, either; you were so happy last night, you simply assume it can't be bad enough to ruin your mood.

"Alrighty, then." you stand in front of Vaal, then bend forward like a detective looking for clues behind a magnifying glass. She gives you a funny look, yet keeping her smile lit. "I'm Trash. And today, you will learn how to enjoy greeting people, mostly by making yourself feel that you are hummiliating them for coming to this rathole." You regain your stance, then clear your throat.

>>453145
Still looking at Vaal, you let your open palm fall towards the blonde behind you. "This is Snacks. We are kinda married."

You can feel her swallowing behind you.

Somehow, you feel as if the Cross Boss was raising an eyebrow behind her mask.

"Already?" She looks at Pedro. "Man, you really fucking suck. She got Snacks before you got Preah."

"Dude." Pedro states, politely, over a gentle smile. "Fuck you. Snacks, is the piece of trash telling the truth?"

Now, everyone is looking at her... that,ladies and gentlemens, is what shy people know as "hell". If a deer freezes under headlights, then Snacks is right under one of those UFO's from Independence day.

Hmm. Time to save the day.

>>453175
"We showered togueter!" You shout, a cheerful smile glued to your face.

You can clearly /hear/ how Umo's eyes widen... along a whistle from Pedro.

"We also slept togueter." Your head bobs back and down, like having a seizure for a few seconds."It was soft, and wet."

Then they are all staring at you.

"...really?" The Cross Boss dares.

And suddenly, you smirk. "Since when are you guys this easy? Oh wait..." You put your balled up fist in front of your chin, while tilting your head back and forth like in deep thought. "Since ever."

"Fuck you." Pedro states.

"Fuck you." Cross Boss states.

"Fuck you." Vaal states,

You "hmm", as you glance at your lovely messy thing. If there's something Snacks is going to need, is time to deal with her own shit. No point in lifting 200kg on your first day in the gym. It won't make you stronger, just fuck up your bones.

>>just get to work

After feigning some tense silent, you clear your throat as you turn towards Vaa. Then you point at the himehorn.

"That one is Umo. She likes to bite people."

"Trash." she warns.

"Aaaaand we are off." you leave the words behind, heading towards the saloon behind an old, rusty green door. As you open it, you notice Vaal following you from behind.

(Cont!)

>>453350
I want to make a quest. I've got the time now... And you make it seem so fun.

>>453368
Holy fuck, what's it gonna be about?

>>453368
Give me a name and I'll join it when it comes out.

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Right now, the wide saloon is almost empty. It's always like this at this hour, making you wonder what's even the point of coming other than to bitch at the Cross Boss for fucking up with your sleep. Yet, you can't deny the place feels quite peaceful. Can't quite put your finger on it, but there's something soothing about this big, wide, empty, dandy place.

>>452933
"This may not seem that hard, but actually dealing with people can get pretty hard." You raise a finger, sagely. "Be careful! Not with the people, but with you. You can't let yourself have bad mood in this job. Understood?"

Vaal nods, her arms crossed under her breasts. It's... a kinda alluring sight. You walk towards the main door, the big glassy one that gives to a small wooden bridge. Almost next to it, there's a tall, black wooden desktop. You point at it.

"Stay here when you have nothing to do. Whistling, flexing on the floor, or playing PSP's is forbidden. Now," you say, sliding towards the door, "I'm going to enter through here, and you have to greet me like you would a costumber."

"Okay!" She blurts brightly.

You open the big door and step outside. The wooden bridge over the small river, the soothing, wet winter wind... it's been winter for a long, long while now. Maybe it's time for winter to end, at last.

You turn around, and step inside.

"Greetings!" Her pose is... /too much/, holy fuck, you giggle. "And welcome to the Great Lady! Would you like to make a reservation?"

You let go of all the air stuck in your cheeks. "Vaal, the reservation comes /before/ coming to the restaurant."

She blinks. "Then, when do you do it?"

"Before." You say, gently. "Try to seem more natural, now! Alright?"

She nods. "Got'cha!"

You exit, then enter again.

"GREETINGS!" She almost jumps, opening her arms like she's going to hug you like one would a llama (if you don't like llamas, go fuck yourself). "AAAAAND WELCOME TO THE GREAT LADY!"

One of your eyes twitches. "Is this natural to you?" You sigh, subtly. "Alright, try to keep it cold. Professional. Straightforward. Got it?"

Her eyes drift to the side, but they end up in you. "Got it."

You turn around, leave, turn around, and step inside. Again.

Vaal is frozen still like a popsickle stuck in the floor, only her mouth moving.

"Greetings." she deadpans, not moving an inch of her body. "Welcome to the Great Lady."

"Are you kidding me?!" you rumble.

...She bursts out laughing, leaving you speechless, bending forward as she does. You wait for her to catch her breath.

When she does, Vaal smiles at you from below. "Sorry! You know? I've been an actress for a long time now." Your eyes widen. "...and I worked as a recepcionist for a, hotel since I was 14."

"I don't believe you." Your eyebrow still shakes. Vaal gestures you with the hand, and you turn around, open the door, step outside, close the door, turn around, open the door, and step inside YET AGAIN.

"Greetings." she does a soft bow, following a certain rythm.

Holy shit.

>>453428
That's it for today! I'm still keeping into account

>>453145
for calling Vaal your mom. Feel free to vote from now on, It'l take me a while to resume... perhaps tomorrow afternoon, with some luck. ;w:

>>453433
Night. Thanks for running

>>453428
thanks for the read
and damm it got dark there for a bit
dont know if i want that to become real but y would peopel fuck with her that much?

A good read. And I may do a photophobia quest...

>>453518
Interesting. I'll look out for it.

>>453518
I'd read!

FUCKS; give me votes! All I have is

>manipulate/search for blackmail material!
>call her mom!

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>>454487
*Accidentally brush up against her in SEXUAL ways.

*not actually accidental

>>454487
This

OP's busy painting the wall and thread is going in autosage. I'll keep updating after I'm done (in like, 2 or 3 hours?), even if the thread doesn't bump.

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>>455249
...or should I start another? Hmm.

>>455562
Start never.
I mean, another

>>455562
Do another.