>>4047909
First for I can't believe it's over

It is time.

Folks, it's been an honour fucking with you.

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>>4047909
Vivian. Forever and ever.

IT'S FINALLY HERE

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One last ride!

Noelle Handholding

>>4047909
>busy and can't interact with the thread much
I hope I can make the voting at least

Unofficial Thread Theme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyI635o2pmk

>>4047909
10th for GOD I'M SO GLAD IT'S BACK.

>>4047922
But you're gonna miss Quiz Bowl, anon!

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Some brief notes on structure.

First, remember that we'll be taking a break in about an hour, to head over to chartanon's Twitch stream, and duke it out with Fuck Quest trivia!

(I won't participate in the contest since it wouldn't be fair, but I'll be there.)

The OVA will continue throughout tonight, and into tomorrow -- and into the next week or two, also. I'll be making posts off and on for a little while!

I'll be posting up some votes for scenarios suggested by some of you, as well as things I myself have conceived. I want the atmosphere to be easygoing and laid-back.

Feel free to suggest some things here in the thread, too. If I like them, or if they gain traction, I'll see what I can whip up.

Let's have fun!

>>4047931
>-- and into the next week or two, also.
holy fucking christ

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>>4047931
>and into the next week or two, also.
>and into the next week or two, also.
>and into the next week or two, also.
>and into the next week or two, also.
>and into the next week or two, also.

What the fuck did we do to deserve such a based individual as you.

>>4047931
>Suggestions
I don't think anyone mentioned it, but Rose Soliloquy protecting her brother's supposed chastity!

>>4047933
fug kwest 4eva

>>4047931
Truly the honeymoon we've been waiting for.

>>4047931
>The OVA will continue throughout tonight, and into tomorrow -- and into the next week or two, also. I'll be making posts off and on for a little while!
Fuck yeah

>>4047937
This sounds fun

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"--to their new reality."

You slowly nod as you stroke her cheek. "It's gonna be great. We'll be able to do things right this time... we can finally--"

Rose falls to the side.

She leaves your sight so fast that for a split moment you worry she simply vanished into thin air. The bookbag's buckles, rebounding off her skull, sound literally like a klonk. Rose scuffs her wrists and knees in the little xeriscaped rock garden beside the footpath leading to your door.

"What are you doing at Ally's house!!" roars Whitney. "Get the fuck out of here, President Hitler! No one likes you!"

"Urrrgh..." Rose groans, trying, and failing, to climb to her feet. She props a hand against Whitney's bookbag lying beside her, give herself some purchase. But she slips, and falls back onto her chin in the rocks. A clean TKO in one hit -- Whitney is once again the undisputed world champion.

"I banish thee!" Whitney says, making the sign of the cross with her forefingers. "Banished!"

She may have just assaulted Rose, but her penchant for assaulting Rose is a known quantity -- in this universe or any other. You're so beyond joyous to see her that you don't even stop to help Rose to her feet -- you just stride towards Whitney, swiftly, and purposefully.

This is something new to her, in this world. She backpedals, one, two, three small steps -- taken literally aback by your forwardness, and the gleam in your eyes. "--Ally--?" Is all she can get out, before you take the sides of her face in your hands, and pull her close, and kiss her. Full on, forcefully, hungrily. You press your mouth to hers, enjoy the sweet taste of her breath and the tang of her sweat, the pliable fullness of her lips and the utterly clueless irresistance of her tongue as you probe her soft, wet mouth. She pulls off you just long enough to choke out a second "Al-ly?" the second syllable catching, lilting upwards, in a mixture of trepidation, surprise, joy and uncertainty. When again you kiss her, this time holding her by the sides of her arms, those lean, toned, tanned, warm arms of hers, you tug her bodily closer to you, as if trying to merge yourself into her. She trembles in your embrace like a starling after a storm, and exhales hard through her nostrils as her eyes go half-lidded. She doesn't know where this is all coming from, but she'll roll with it. She lets you kiss her as you will. You're vaguely aware of Rose, finally on her feet again, behind you, watching, and most probably approving (despite having taken a beating); and of Mom and Cerise, still inside, also watching, and most probably not.

You neck her a little too. Can't help yourself. You trail kisses up and down her slender neck, making her draw a sharp breath through her teeth at this new, even more unexpected, intimacy. She's jelly in your grip. You breathe her scent deeply, that unique earthy smell of Whitney's you've been so long without, and by the time you're done sucking on her skin the hickey is already forming.

>>4047931
Seriously, OP, you've always had a knack for resolving would-be unfortunate eventualities like tie votes and now the lack of time to do every last idea. Top-tier storytelling.

I'm staying up all night to participate in this one last hoorah.

>>4047949
FUCK YES
ROSEFAGS BTFO
I still love you guys and her

>>4047949
Absolutely based

>>4047949
Straight from the fucking jump. That's my girl.

>>4047931
>suggest some things here
Alabaster and Mom on a day out, as she proudly flaunts her baby bump to anyone she can while leaving her relationship with Ally and his responsibility for said bump awkwardly vague

>>4047949
>Whitney is once again the undisputed world champion.
>neck kisses
You are a god, OP

>>4047949
New beginning or last thread's ending, this scene is a perfect fit for any of the two scenarios.

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"Oh my God, Ally," is all Whitney can say. "You... you..."

"Come with me," you say. You take her by her hand, and lead her past the threshold into your home.

You say to Rose as you pass, "I'll be right out, okay?" -- to which she responds with a knowing nod. She rubs the welt on her chin -- but isn't at all upset at what you're clearly about to do. She knows she'll get her turn, too.

She is, though, as always, a stickler for time:

"But, you know -- we really shouldn't be late on our first day of--" Rose begins.

You ignore her.

"Is this just the harem house now?" Cerise demands, spinning on her heels and following you as you lead Whitney upstairs.

"Yes," you say.

"Where are you taking her?" Mom calls, as you bring a now full-on giggling Whitney upstairs.

"Bed," you say.

"You'll get diseases!" Mom howls. "That girl is a hussy!"

Whitney struggles to keep pace with you as you hurry upwards.

Cerise is following you.

"You're seriously going to have sex with Whitney, out of -- fucking nowhere -- at 8 AM in the goddamn morning, when both of you should be at school--"

"Yes."

"Oh my GOD," Cerise harrumphs. "You've got to be--" But you're not joking, and Cerise realizes this as you pull Whitney past the threshold of your bedroom door, gently close and lock it behind you. Cerise's voice, through the door, is muffled: "Freak!"

>>4047949
>You neck her a little too. Can't help yourself.
Oh Alabaster. Never change.

Aren't we, like, way older than her now? Not that that's ever stopped us before, I guess

Ally made mistakes
https://youtu.be/l9EWx0FxHNs

>>4047930
It can't be helped
>>4047949
>direct continuation
I was hoping for this.

>>4047974
BASED.

>>4047975
Only mentally. Physically, we're our old self too.

>>4047974
>Whitney taking our virginity again
The timeline remains intact.

PAINT HER GREEN.
PAINT HER GREEN.
PAINT HER GREEN.

>>4047974
(clueless) "Today I will fuck Alabaster Soliloquy"

>>4047949
Jesus Whitney calm down. Glad to see the rise of Chadabaster

>>4047981
Surely that's the more important part, though!

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>>4047974
>straight for it

>>4047986
Alabaster is technically legal. He's over 422 trillion years old after all!

>>4047974
What a fucking legend

>>4047974
>"Is this just the harem house now?" Cerise demands, spinning on her heels and following you as you lead Whitney upstairs.

>"Yes," you say.

Nail House ver 2

>>4047974
>"Where are you taking her?" Mom calls, as you bring a now full-on giggling Whitney upstairs.
>"Bed," you say.
>"You'll get diseases!" Mom howls. "That girl is a hussy!"

Well, Mom had better protect her beloved son by making sure that he pours all his love into her.

>>4047974
>"Oh my GOD," Cerise harrumphs. "You've got to be--" But you're not joking, and Cerise realizes this as you pull Whitney past the threshold of your bedroom door, gently close and lock it behind you. Cerise's voice, through the door, is muffled: "Freak!"

this really is the best timeline.

>>4047974
>"But, you know -- we really shouldn't be late on our first day of--" Rose begins.
Ah, so this is why Gal got Alabaster's seat.
We're not making it to school today, are we?

>>4048003
We've got a counter to fulfill. Alabaster is gonna speedrun this shit for the 422.

Greatest timeline

>>4047974
I'M LATE BUT IM BURSTING WITH JOY NONETHELESS

>>4048008
The Fuck Quest speedrun memes were real after all

>>4048015
If we fuck her hard and fast enough, we can clip through the floor and wrongwarp to class mid-coitus

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https://pastebin.com/aCQsZBXd

>>4048023
Only if we got the first frame door-entry, otherwise it fucks with the load order.

>>4048024
IT'S HERE

>>4048024
>https://pastebin.com/aCQsZBXd
ALWAYS

>>4048024
These callbacks are so beautiful. I fucking missed her, bros.

>>4048024
Goddamn that was cute

>>4048024
THE UNIVERSAL CONSTANT, ACROSS ALL TIME AND SPACE

>>4048024
>always first
THE STREAK

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>>4048024

>>4048024
Oh boy, so many callbacks. Sadly no Green but that would of been overkill.

>>4048024
ALWAYS

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GIRLS FUCKED: 1/?

You roll off Whitney, content. You're not tired, but you need a couple moments to catch your breath. Whitney, legs stippled with your genetic material and equally worn out, crawls over to you and strokes your chest.

"Where... did that come from...?"

You just suck down air.

"You weren't a virgin... were you?" Whitney asks. "Who were you fucking, you dork? It wasn't Rose, was it? Even you wouldn't stoop that low! Who taught you that? I'll thank her and then beat her ass!"

You think about that.

"I guess I was a virgin," you conclude.

"What? How can you guess that you're a virgin--"

You cut her off with a kiss. "I was. Hentai teaches you things, you know?"

She huffs. There's a brief lull, one that grows just a little ruminative.

"What did you mean?" Whitney asks you softly. "A few minutes ago, when you said you realized something... what did you mean?"

"I'm in love with you," you tell her.

The smile flickers on her face like TV static. She isn't sure how to take such a revelation. She seems half-convinced you're joking, or lying, or that she's hearing things. But the happiness refuses to go away.

"Fucking dick munch!" She finally says, punching you in the shoulder.

"Ow," you grunt. "Jesus. Why are you hitting me? I love you."

"Why couldn't you have figured that out sooner!" She shouts. She buries her face in your chest. "I... I love you too, Ally... I always did."

"Let's have the best school year ever," you tell her, ruffling her hair.

Face obscured, she nods. Her nose tickles your nipple.

As you rise to your butt, her eyes follow you. "What was Rose Mallory doing at your front door?" She asks.

You pause. How should you approach this?

"Well... what do you think of her?" you ask.

"Kind of a bitch. Which is why--"

"Do you think she's hot?"

"Well. Yeah. Too bad she's got a stick the size of Texas up her ass."

"Let's fuck her," you say.

This is the moment of truth. Is Whitney going to reject your proposal?

Whitney stares at you. Her eyes glimmer. Slowly, a grin spreads across her lips. "But-- what if she doesn't want to?"

"Oh," you say, "she will. Trust me."

Whitney tosses your jeans at you. "Get dressed, you fuckin' pervert."

>>4048024
This poor girl must be so confused

>>4048057
>1/?
Oh fuck

>>4048057
>GIRLS FUCKED: 1/?
o
fuq

I can't believe Alabaster is this universe's Whitney.

>>4048057
>"Let's have the best school year ever," you tell her, ruffling her hair.
I'm dead
I'm deceased
I'm no longer bound to this plane of existence
Nothing more is necessary

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Remember to vote responsibly, lads.

Didn't have time to change Makoto and Sable's icons, but it should be obvious they're not dead.

Didn't have time to add a certain universal AI, either

>>4048057

The speedrun continues

>>4048057
>Let's fuck her
I don't have enough reaction images for this OP

>>4048057
That copy and paste from S1. Beautiful

>>4048057
>Hentai teaches you things, you know?
Real sly excuse there, Alabaster

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"So my fucking parental units got Obamacare and-- huh huh huh--" Stackleford gasps to catch his breath as he waddles behind you, Whitney, and Rose. "So these fucking fascist doctors want to tell me I'm like, prediabetic or-- huh huh -- or something? Fucking nignog president, I swear to god..."

"I don't think Barack Obama is the reason you have diabetes," Rose says. Sherlock Holmes over here.

"Pre diabetes," Stackleford is quick to correct.

Rose checks the time on her cell. "We are... so, so late."

Whitney keeps an arm looped around you, and stares at Rose suspiciously the entire way to school, like a fussed mother might eye a pervert lurking near her kid in a park.


It's Stackleford who broaches the most obvious question: "So, uh -- huh, huh -- when did you two become, like, friends? I -- huh -- thought you were enemies or something?"

"It's complicated," Rose says, glancing back his way with a smile. She reaches for Stackleford's greasy forehead, and pulls his pussy deflector off.

"Hey--!"

"StuCo's instituting a new rule," Rose tells him. "No bandanas on school grounds." She tosses the thing down a gutter in the curb as you pass.

"What the fuck!" Stackleford shouts. "Bitch!"

"Do you have to be in cunt-mode all the time?" Whitney glowers.

"Do you really want to defend Boyd over his unfortunate choice of apparel?" Rose retorts. "Choose your battles."

Whitney flips her off.

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>>4048077

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"If you want to resume your quest to be the next hokage," you tell Stackleford winningly, "then make sure to vote for me this fall. I'll protect your right to free speech and expression."

"--Vote?" Rose says, voice catching.

"Yeah. For president."

She stops dead in her tracks. You stop just a couple paces on, turn.

"You wouldn't," she says.

"Why not?" You say. "Just a friendly competition, right? May the best candidate win."

"You're gonna run for prez?" Whitney says, grinning. "Hell yes. Now that's change we can believe in!"

"My nigga!" Stackleford says, holding his palm up for a hi-five, but you leave him hanging. He awkwardly lets his ham-hand fall to his side.

"No cheating!" Rose warns you, pointing at you.

"Of course not."

"I mean it!"

"We'll cheat our asses off!" Whitney tells her, sticking out her tongue. "Ya done, Rose. Buh-bye!"

"We don't need to cheat," you tell Whitney, turning and resuming your unhurried trot towards the school. "We'll beat her fair and square."

"Heeh. President Soliloquy! So cool."

Rose huffs. But you can tell that, beneath the facade of anger she wears, she's excited for the chance to have it out again.

>>4048090
Ohhh man.

>>4048068
>Whitney half dead.
I mean, I know she got well and truly fucked just now, but gawd.
>>4048057
While it might break the universe, I do want to see Whitney throw down with Whitney. I think they'd be game for it too.
>>4048077
>>4048090
Good to see Rose stepping her game up too. Fuck Boyd, in a friendly, you can be better, kind of way.

>>4048090
>"We'll cheat our asses off!" Whitney tells her, sticking out her tongue.
Oh, how I missed this.

I'm sure we'll be cheating our asses off, just maybe not in the way she meant it...

Stackleford will always be the best character.

>>4048100
Rule number 5, Anonymous-dono. No rules.

>>4048098
Whoops! This is what happens when I spend too much time preparing for the stream and neglect my chart duties.

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"Oh," Whitney says, remembering something. "Watch your back today. I've got a stalker."

You frown. "What do you mean?"

"I mean what I said! This creepy little goth bitch was stalking me on my way to your house today."

This time, Rose isn't the only one stopped dead in her tracks.

"Crazy, right?" Whitney says. "She rolled up in this fancy as shit limousine all decked out like she was on her way to a funeral. Couldn't have been older than like 10. Maybe 11. She was raw-dogging me halfway to your house--"

"Raw dogging?" Rose cuts in.

"--Her car followed behind me for like 10 minutes before I finally yelled at her and scared her off!"

"Did she... say who she was?" You ask.

"No, and I hope I don't ever see that creepy little shit again!" Whitney says.

You're pretty sure she's going to see a whole lot more of her.

Stackleford trudges past. "Speaking of psychos... huh... we really better get going... we're super late, and I've got a psycho for first period computer class... she'll cut my head off or something if I'm much tardier."

"I don't think you could get any tardier, Stacks," Whitney tells him.

You continue walking, Stackleford now in the lead, as he looks back and says: "Well, I don't want to get on Ms. Guiteau's bad side... I'd be a goner for sure."

Rose's breath catches. Yours, too. You give each other a knowing glance.

Now that she's been mentioned, you recall her -- the her of 422, that is -- Ms. Guiteau, the tyrant who teaches programming at North High.

It's going to be an interesting school year.

>>4048111
Ohhh man.

>>4048077
>She reaches for Stackleford's greasy forehead, and pulls his pussy deflector off
Good

>>4048090
Can't wait to see one of Chadabaster based speeches

>>4048111
ooohohoho fuck oh man

>>4048111
>"She was raw-dogging me halfway to your house--"
>"I don't think you could get any tardier, Stacks," Whitney tells him.
Oh Jesus I have missed this girl.

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Oh shit, the time is flying.

Let's quiz!

https://www.twitch.tv/chartanon

>>4048127
AHHHHH

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>>4048127
H*cky to the yeah!
Time to kick some ass!

>>4048127
H-have fun guys

It is so surreal to hear someone actually speaking FQ-related names and terms aloud. It's like my first anime con all over again.

carte422 is running away with it.

This is fantastic

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>>4048213
I told you fuckers I had this.

>>4048327
Who?

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Good game lads, that was fun.

>>4048336
Cheers. I'd like to throw down with you again under better conditions one day.
But that was a well deserved W

>>4048336
That was fun! Nice job on first, I'll take my second place.

>>4048336
Unlike Vivian playing ringfit you didn't break a sweat wiping the floor with everyone.

>>4048327
How could you forget the one and only Rose? Rose Mallory that is

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Thanks for coming out, everyone!

Gonna acquire those stats real quick. Please wait warmly.

>>4048347
Thanks for hosting! It was a great time!

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>Some months later.

Ms. Carte sits across the kitchen table from Mr. Carl Price in his ramshackle tin trailer home. On Ms. Carte's left stands David Darkbloom, who despite being nothing but a shady financier in this configuration of the cosmos, still gives you the creeps in a major way. But his creep factor is getting deployed to a worthwhile end this afternoon:

"...and violating the NDA will invite terrible legal consequences that, I assure you, you will not weather."

Sitting beside Ms. Carte is Whitney. Ms. Carte is hugging her tightly to her bosom.

"This what you want?" Carl asks her.

Whitney nods. "She's my mom, right?" She stares at her lap. "And... it's not like you'll miss me."

Carl looks at Darkbloom. "You gonna hold your end of the bargain?"

"I am a man of my word," Darkbloom says. "$2 million wired into your bank account this evening, as soon as you sign away custodian rights."

Charlotte, who is serving as counsel and notary alike, slides the paperwork across the table. "With this, Whitney Price will become Whitney Carte," Charlotte explains. "You will waive all rights to guardianship, visitation, and power of attorney. You will be barred from contacting her unless she seeks out contact with you first. Do you consent to these terms?"

"I don't have a bank account," he tells Darkbloom.

Darkbloom sighs. "I will deliver it in cash on a flatbed truck if that's what needs be done. Just sign the goddamn papers, Carl."

He huffs, even as he takes the pen and signs below the signature of Ms. Carte and above the signature of Charlotte. "Don't think I won't sue if you don't hold up your end."

With the stroke of a pen, Whitney now has the name of the woman who gave birth to her.

"Guess she'll move out tonight?" Carl says.

"That is the intent," Darkbloom says. "She will go and live with her mother."

"Go pack your bags, baby," Ms. Carte tells her. Whitney nods, stands, and goes.

When she's out of sight, only then -- Ms. Carte lunges across the table and grabs Carl by the collar.

"What the--" he gasps.

"Yyyyyou motherfucker!" Ms. Carte screams. "That's all you care about? The money? You raised her for 18 years -- not very fucking well, I might add! -- and you don't give a shit about her?!"

"Renee," Darkbloom says firmly.

Carl struggles against the surprisingly strong grip of the beet-faced Ms. Carte. "What the fuck, lady! You're getting what you want, ain't you?"

"You worthless, sniveling, awful little--"

"RENEE," Darkbloom booms, laying a hand on her shoulder up by her neck. Ms. Carte slowly, and hesitantly, lets Whitney's surrogate father go. She settles back in her chair.

"Mr. Price is correct," Darkbloom says. "He has what he wants, and you and Whitney have what you want. The past is the past. We all can now move on from it like civilized people."

Still, she grumbles.

>>4048347
A better bar trivia experience than I've had in a while. Good shit.

>>4048351
>With the stroke of a pen, Whitney now has the name of the woman who gave birth to her.
RENEE WINS
WHITNEY WINS
WE WIN

>>4048351
>Whitney Carte
How many surnames can this girl take? I love it.

>>4048351
A blessing.

>>4048356
Just this one, it's the only one she needs, and the one she deserves!

>>4048359
What about Soliloquy

>>4048352
I know, I moved away from my bar trivia team so this was nice,

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Vivian deigns to come into the squalid dump that Whitney grew up in. Whitney must have texted her that everything is a go. She strides past the kitchen without even glancing in, straight for Whitney's bedroom, there to help her older sister pack her things. You join the pair.

"I might actually miss this place," Whitney says, scooping a hamper of clothes haphazardly into a duffel.

"Why on Earth would you miss a living situation as... dreary... as this?" Vivian asks. She carefully folds Whitney's bedsheets: first the topsheet, and then, impressively, also the fitted sheet. You didn't expect a girl who relies so much on the help to actually know such difficult domestic chores.

"I 'unno," Whitney admits. "It's how I grew up."

"I can solemnly assure you that you will be happier with Ms. Carte," she says.

"Oh, for sure, I'll be happier at Mom's apartment," she says. You stack her soccer trophies and other meager knick-knacks into a cardboard box, but Whitney apparently doesn't like your packing skills, because she bumps your hip to scooch you aside, and horns in on it.

"Why don't you move in with us too?" Whitney asks her sister.

"I must help father run his company."

Whitney rolls her eyes. "Help father run his company... good Christ, Viv. He doesn't need help from a pint-sized loli who thinks she's queen of the universe."

"Please refrain from using the lurid language of Alabaster's pornographic comic books."

"They're not comics--" you begin.

"Apologies. Manga."

The way she deploys air quotes is downright vicious.

"In any case," Vivian says, "I will still be close to you and Ms. Carte -- every day in point of fact."

"Yeah?" You say. "How?"

"I have applied for and successfully received a zone variance. I will attend North High as a freshman for the balance of this school year."

"What!" Whitney yowls. She drops the geode she was holding, into her box of trinkets, where it clunks against her cherished dildo.

Even in this universe, Vivian's laughter is a haughty "ufufufu."

"You're not old enough, you fucking brat!" Whitney says, grinning with an open mouth.

"Do you truly believe skipping grades is some great object for me?" Vivian asks. "I could be attending college at the moment, should I so choose-- there are many such cases."

"It's true," you agree. "I was just reading the other day, about this 11 year old girl who's at Berkley -- Ebony something --"

Vivian goes red in the face. "Let us not speak of such matters. The point remains that I am more than capable to enter high school now."

Whitney hugs her -- suddenly, and tightly. Vivian lets out a little "hup" of surprise.

"You should join quiz bowl with us!" Whitney says, hopping up and down.

"I intend to. Your team needs the help."

Oh boy.

>>4048361
All in good time

>>4048363
>Ebony something
Oh boy.

>>4048363
I'm glad to see them getting along right out of the gate.
And a Darkbloom and a Carte on Quiz Bowl? The NERVs don't stand a chance.

>>4048363
>"You should join quiz bowl with us!" Whitney says, hopping up and down.

>"I intend to. Your team needs the help."

Are we getting a rematch with that chink quiz bowl team against our dream team? Bonus if Chloe is somehow in it.

>>4048367
A Darkbloom, a Carte, a Soliloquy, and a Mallory. Fuck winning the Nationals, we're going global.

>>4048363
Best girl.

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Choose one of each.

>Wholesome
[ ] Cerise notices her senpai!
[ ] Ms. Guiteau secretly wants to impress Alex?
[ ] Ms. Guiteau and Ms. Carte do battle for club members!
[ ] Alabaster and Rose's unique living arrangement causes a stir!
[ ] Your imouto has a buddy! She's really shy!
[ ] Kay is after a scoop! But can she suffer the dorkiness of everyone in your orbit to interview David Darkbloom's bastard daughter?

>Lewd
[ ] Alex forced you. It was practically rape. You're not gay.
[ ] Kay teases Noelle a little too much... and gets a nasty surprise.
[ ] Your imouto is a little too impressionable, isn't she?
[ ] Quiz bowl drilling. Quiz bowl drilling never changes. Or... does it?

(And from here on out, feel free to add suggestions, too.)

>>4048368
I'm half-expecting a stealth Makoto if Boise is OVA relevant.
>>4048371
I wonder if there's a world where Quiz Bowl is like that Sliders episode 'Eggheads', where mathaletes are demi-gods and trivia dorks get to be on wheaties boxes.

>>4048385
>[x] Ms. Guiteau and Ms. Carte do battle for club members!
Ms. Carte loses, then segues into,
>[x] Quiz bowl drilling. Quiz bowl drilling never changes. Or... does it?

>>4048385
>[x] Ms. Guiteau secretly wants to impress Alex?
>[x] Ms. Guiteau and Ms. Carte do battle for club members!
THESE I WANT THESE

>>4048385
>[ ] Kay is after a scoop! But can she suffer the dorkiness of everyone in your orbit to interview David Darkbloom's bastard daughter?
Kay being Kay is always worth watching

>[ ] Your imouto is a little too impressionable, isn't she?

>>4048385
>[x] Ms. Guiteau and Ms. Carte do battle for club members!

>those lewd options
mmmotherfucker
We better get another option at voting for these, because I definitely need to come back for that drilling one

>[x] Kay teases Noelle a little too much... and gets a nasty surprise.

>>4048385
>Kay is after a scoop
>Quiz Bowl Drilling

>>4048385
>Alabaster and Rose's unique living arrangement causes a stir!

>Alex forced you. It was practically rape. You're not gay.

>>4048385
>[X] Ms. Guiteau secretly wants to impress Alex?
>[X] Alex forced you. It was practically rape. You're not gay.
I know what I like goddamn it

>>4048385
>[ ] Ms. Guiteau and Ms. Carte do battle for club members!
>[ ] Your imouto is a little too impressionable, isn't she?

Need some more Rose2 in my life.

>>4048385
>[ ] Alabaster and Rose's unique living arrangement causes a stir!
This is way to funny not to pick
>[ ] Your imouto is a little too impressionable, isn't she?

>>4048385
>[X] Ms. Guiteau secretly wants to impress Alex?
>[X] Kay teases Noelle a little too much... and gets a nasty surprise.
More cute moments with two criminally underserved couples, please!

>>4048385
>[X] Ms. Guiteau and Ms. Carte do battle for club members!
>[X] Quiz bowl drilling. Quiz bowl drilling never changes. Or... does it?

I really hate that I have to work tomorrow, I mean, in a few hours.

>>4048385
Fuck there are too many good choices.
Uhhhhhh.

>Wholesome
>[x] Ms. Guiteau and Ms. Carte do battle for club members!

>Lewd
>[x] Your imouto is a little too impressionable, isn't she?

>>4048385
Wholesome
>[x] Ms. Guiteau and Ms. Carte do battle for club members!
Lewd
[x] Your imouto is a little too impressionable, isn't she?

>>4048385
>[X] Alabaster and Rose's unique living arrangement causes a stir!
>[X] Quiz bowl drilling. Quiz bowl drilling never changes. Or... does it?

>>4048385
>[x ] Kay is after a scoop! But can she suffer the dorkiness of everyone in your orbit to interview David Darkbloom's bastard daughter?
>[ x] Kay teases Noelle a little too much... and gets a nasty surprise.

>>4048393
>>4048385
Welp, nasty surprise is losing, so I'll have to come back to THAT later. Gotta help out
>[X] Quiz bowl drilling. Quiz bowl drilling never changes. Or... does it?

>>4048385
Oh man, I'm conflicted on the wholesome votes.

>[ ] Ms. Guiteau and Ms. Carte do battle for club members!

>[ ] Quiz bowl drilling. Quiz bowl drilling never changes. Or... does it?

>>4048385
>[x] Your imouto has a buddy! She's really shy!
>[x] Quiz bowl drilling. Quiz bowl drilling never changes. Or... does it?

>>4048385
>[ ] Kay is after a scoop! But can she suffer the dorkiness of everyone in your orbit to interview David Darkbloom's bastard daughter?
[ ] Kay teases Noelle a little too much... and gets a nasty surprise.

sorry everyone, but the cakes have become my favorite

>>4048408
It's tough, man. Sable vs Renee sounds really promising, but I never knew just how much I wanted to see Sable being cute for Alex until this moment

>>4048385
this better not be the last we see of some of these

>>4048385
>[x] Alabaster and Rose's unique living arrangement causes a stir!
>[x] Quiz bowl drilling. Quiz bowl drilling never changes. Or... does it?

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blessed bot

>[ ] Ms. Guiteau and Ms. Carte do battle for club members!
>[ ] Quiz bowl drilling. Quiz bowl drilling never changes. Or... does it?

Closing.

Please wait warmly.

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>>4048427

>>4048385
>[X] Ms. Guiteau and Ms. Carte do battle for club members!
>[X] Quiz bowl drilling. Quiz bowl drilling never changes. Or... does it?

The hardest vote and most split vote in fq history.

>>4048427
Fun stuff~.

>>4048432
nah, that was the one in season 1 where we had to say whether or not we loved Whitney while at the dinner table with her. It was so intense that OP had to resort to using strawpoll

>>4048434
The strawpoll that got proxied to death and back and turned over the vote. What a time.

>>4048427
You know, I'm usually completely fine with with not winning a vote but I'm genuinely pretty sad about the living arrangement one losing

>>4048450
I'm sure we'll at least hear about it in some capacity. I'm more just curious about what the hell is going on with that because of the strange implication. Believe me this was a tough vote for me, but seeing Sable in a new context has me sold.

>>4048385
(Suggestions)

Rose reveals how much she knows about her parents swinging and debauchery to them.

Scarlett can't take it anymore. Her son can't be this much of a Sexual Tyrannosaurus! He didn't even stop when she accidentally caught him balls deep in that floozy Whitney's awful mother!

Saul and Alabaster bond over through going to the gym and getting /fit/.

>>4048430
>Carte stronk
I can't complain.

While waiting, I've considered the 'Rose problem' for a week or so now and think I have come to a reasonable conclusion: Rose doesn't actually remember anything from 421. OP just determined that the best thing to provide Alabaster with would be a companion who understands some measure of the challenge, and used Ally's memories of his time together with Rose to make it happen.

>>4048472
It's less grim than the thought of 421 Rose and Ally essentially Daltblooming their 422 counterparts.

>>4048477
It's not really Daltblooming since their memories are merging. It's more like what happened with Amber and Scarlett in 421.

>>4048454
But the scene playing out was the funny part. I'm curious, has Rose won a single one of these scene choices since the wedding? I don't remember any

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Oh fuck me I forgot to mention

A big thank you to my good friend @elbyboxus for doing this fantastic quizmaster Renee art! He doesn't post his art a lot, but he's really good at what he does.

>>4048486
I want more! I love it!

>>4048486
It's super good! Bully him into making more!

>>4048486
Tell 'em it's really cute art. Could've sworn I've seen that artstyle in a quest when viewing the catalog.

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It's nearing the end of November, and the deadline for club applications is thus also nearing. Normally that deadline would pass completely unnoticed, but this year is different. Because at either end of the school's sciences wing, Sable and Ms. Carte have both set up shop, to pamphleteer and tout the benefits of joining their respective clubs.

They have helper elves, too.

Sable of course is using Alex, now as always her right-hand boy. And she even managed to rope in Cerise, who has an equally strong interest in robotics, and has become an assistant helping program the robots.

Sable, who sagely told you when she hatched her scheme that "sex sells," has decked both of them out in maid uniforms, to patrol the school and hand out the fliers for FIRST Robotics.

Ms. Carte, not to be outdone, has dressed Whitney and Vivian up in bunnygirl outfits. Outfits which are way too risque to be legal -- sending her girls forth to lure in hapless hormone-addled adolescents to the transhumanism club.

Each day before first bell, and again at lunch, and again for a little while after last bell (club times permitting), Sable and Ms. Carte sit at little ad-hoc booths with blank signup sheets, just outside their classrooms, waiting for newcomers.

The bone of contention is this: both clubs have exactly 22 members at the moment, but both women believe their own club should have the greater membership.

Of course, despite the solicitous, verging on pornographic advertising their helpers have conducted across the North High campus, these women are, in the end, chairing a couple of capital-D Dork clubs -- big, big, big time dork clubs (and you say that as a card-carrying member of the quiz team). The school's dorks have already self-selected into one or the other. Since both clubs meet on a Tuesday/Thursday schedule, it's not possible to be a member of both at once -- and so these 44 social pariahs who compose the vast majority of North High students who would be into these sorts of things, are all accounted for.

This means the daily wait for new members these teachers conduct is always fruitless... and always devolves, first from mutual scowling at one another, to occasional hurled insults, and finally, sometimes, into light-to-moderate violence. Foxy boxing, Whitney calls it, as she roots for her mother from the sidelines.

>>4048477
We've had a couple discussions about the Ship of Theseus before, but I think the OP was pretty clear in declaring that all Alabasters are equally real. For him at least, the question is thrown out the window because there can only ever be one Alabaster Soliloquy.

Where it gets hairy is when you consider that 422 Rose's perception of herself from 421 is radically dependent upon how Alabaster felt towards her. Because that's all the OP had on hand.

Not that they could 'prove' any of this because to Rose the things she did when Alabaster wasn't around for would still feel real. And there's no one around to say differently. But still, it's neat to consider.

>>4048499
>maids vs bunnygirls
oh my GOD

>>4048499
Ohhh man this is already great.

>>4048499
>Foxy boxing
B-but, they're bunny girls, not foxes!

>>4048499
>44 social pariahs
>both clubs have exactly 22 members

AHHHHH

>>4048506
Which haremite has the fluffiest tail?

>>4048509
Samantha.

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They're trying to woo you, too. In fact, you're the most-coveted catch.

When you get to school in the morning: there's Alex, dressed like the happiest whore to ever live, ready to force another pamphlet into your hands and coo: "robots are cooool, Ally~" He holds his hands up and wiggles all ten fingers in the air. "Joooooinnnn usssss~"

Cerise, hungover and pallid, is less friendly. "Join the club or I'll kick your ass."

"You wish," you tell her.

"Are you gonna join the club?" Alex wants to know. "C'mooon."

"I'll think about it," you say noncommittally.

"Rose?" Alex says. "Rose?" He looks from Rose to Rose.

"If we build a robot, can we send it to the moon?" your little sister wants to know.

"For the last fucking time, there is no space program in FIRST Robotics--" Cerise begins.

"You could put a rocket on it," she counters, trying to be helpful.

Rose gasps and sputters as Cerise grabs her by her candy-pink hair and drags her away, to goodness only knows where, to dole out goodness only knows what punishment.

"I'll come if Alabaster does," the other Rose says, when your sisters are out of sight.

Alex smiles. "Of course. The vice president should always follow her president!"

Rose's face twitches. She balls up the blank application that Alex handed her and throws it at him. He meekly covers her head with both white-gloved hands as she stomps off.

"Did I say something wrong?" He asks you.

"Not at all," you say.

>>4048509
Well, obviously Smatters. She takes very good care of it! The shower in Whitney's bathroom is full of tailcare products that keep it light, bouncy, and very fluffy. Just don't mistake it for shampoo!

>>4048512
>Alabaster won again
Oh fucking lmao

>>4048512
>Alex smiles. "Of course. The vice president should always follow her president!"

>Rose's face twitches. She balls up the blank application that Alex handed her and throws it at him. He meekly covers her head with both white-gloved hands as she stomps off.

>"Did I say something wrong?" He asks you.

>"Not at all," you say.

Ahahaha, good shit Alex

>>4048512
>Of course. The vice president should always follow her president!
Hah! Ally won again!

>>4048512
>Alex
>Gloves
You found me out. How did you do that?

>>4048512
>Chadabaster won again
He's going for the 100% speedrun

>>4048512
SUKI DA

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Whitney's advertising tack is more boisterous, as expected. She stands on a cafeteria table during the pre-bell breakfast hour, megaphone in hand, crowing: "Transhumanism!"

And standing on the ground below her, also holding a megaphone, Vivian softly repeats: "Transhumanism."

"Transhumanism!"

"Transhumanism."

"Sign-ups are with Ms. Carte outside her classroom!"

"Please sign up promptly."

"We'll kick your butts if you don't!"

"Your horizons will expand immeasurably if you do."

"Transhumanism!"

When none of the bedraggled, sleep-deprived students milling around seem to care about the pitch -- this being their 7th consecutive schoolday doing it -- Whitney takes to pointing at random people and exhorting them personally:

"You! Yeah you, fag! Join Transhumanism club! ... Don't look at me like that! ... Fucker."

Vivian puts her bullhorn down when she sees you coming in. "Alabaster Soliloquy. Have you reconsidered your terrible mistake of not joining our organization?"

"Organization?" You sputter. "What the fuck is this, the mafia? It's a school club. You -- ow!"

You grunt in pain as a paper airplane sails straight into one of your eyes.

"Heeeh~" Whitney laughs. "Gotcha."

You pick it up and unfold it. It's a signup application for the club.

>>4048512
>Alex smiles. "Of course. The vice president should always follow her president!"
Absolute kek

>>4048525
>You grunt in pain as a paper airplane sails straight into one of your eyes.
Oh yeah oh yeah.

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>>4048533

>>4048535
Great aim, Anonymous-dono.

>>4048351
Just realized we missed the reunion again.

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On the last day of November, just after final bell, Vivian sends you a text:

>To Alabaster Soliloquy: Please come at once to Ms. Carte's room. It is a matter of urgent importance. Sincerely, Vivian.

A matter of urgent importance. Yeah, right. You and Rose laugh over it together as you hang out in the StuCo room. How stupid does Vivian think you are? She obviously just wants to make a last-second pitch for her club.

A few minutes later, Alex also texts:

>Ally! You gotta come quick! It's an emergency! AAAAAA!

Rose sighs. "Goodness. He's so good at suckering peop--"

"We should go see what's up," you cut in. "It sounds important."

---

You hurry to the hallway for the school's science classes. The bland beige walls here are lined with informational posters about mitochondria, chemical periodicity, geologic strata, and such. As you round the corner at a jog, your tennis shoes squeak on the tile. Rose hurries after you.

You wonder what the emergency could be. A medical episode? A fight? A horrifying robotics malfunction? You need to protect Alex at all costs!

As you draw nearer to Sable's classroom, Alex steps forth, and stops you with a hand to your chest. He's in his full maid getup; but, alluringly, the hem is cut extra short, and you think that he might not be wearing panties underneath, as he usually does.

Between his hand and your chest, is one of those damned signup sheets. He must be responsible for the death of a thousand redwoods by now with as many of these things as he's forced on you.

"There you are!" He cries. "You just have to join! Right away!"

You snatch the application from him. "This is what you brought me running for? Oh my God."

"OH!" Whitney shouts, from across the hall. She stomps with one of her stilettos. "So you'll come running for the twink, but not for my little sis! That's how it is?"

"I am intolerably offended," Vivian adds.

"Ally!" Alex says, clutching your chest, hopping up and down. Yep, definitely nothing on under that dress. "Please! Pleasepleaseplease!"

"It is the last day," Sable reminds you. "Your skills -- would be such a boon."

"For the last time, Sable--" you begin.

"Stop with that!" Sable shouts. "Show me some respect. I am a faculty member here. Call me Ms. Guiteau."

"Call her bitch!" Ms. Carte shouts. "That's what she is! Come join the transhumanism club already!"

Sable's neck vein twitches, a sign that a freakout is brewing.

"You're not helping, Ms. Carte!" You shout.

"Call me Renee, you stupid pervert!"

Rose, behind you, is nothing but smugness. "I told you," she says. "Never should have come here."

"He got honeydicked! Again!" Whitney says. "Unbelievable! Alex spreads his butt open for you one time and he has you wrapped around his pinky!"

Alex turns crimson.

"Excellent work," Sable tells him.

"I suppose he would rather make love to a fellow homosexual than indulge in two sisters at once," Vivian murmurs.

[ ] Join FIRST.
[ ] Join Transhumanism Club.
[ ] Join neither.

>>4048581
Let's see.
We're already Stuco pres.
We have Quiz Bowl to take care of.

Such a busy life you lead, Alabaster Soliloquy.

>[x] Join Transhumanism Club.

>>4048581
>[X] Join FIRST.
I've missed Sable too much to pick anything else.

>>4048581
>[x] Join Transhumanism Club.

>>4048581
>Transhumanism
Righting our original sin

>>4048581
>[x] Join FIRST.
I love Renee and Vivian and Whitney but I love Cerise just a little more.

>>4048581
[x]Join Transhumanism Club

>>4048581
>[x] Join Transhumanism Club.
FINALLY

>>4048581
>[x]Join Transhumanism Club
Gotta go with Renee

>>4048581
>[X] Join FIRST.
I am 100% getting honeydicked and that's fine by me

>>4048613
How am I just now noticing your ID

>>4048616
Shit, you're right

>You need to protect Alex at all costs!
This made me smile, btw

>>4048581
>[ ] Join Transhumanism Club.
It is written in stone.

>>4048581
>I suppose he would rather make love to a fellow homosexual than indulge in two sisters at once
Well, Ally already has two sisters back home. But this family trio though.

>[ ] Join Transhumanism Club.
Sorry Sable! But maybe Whitney's mechanical wizardry can still be of help down the line?

>>4048581
>[ ] Join Transhumanism Club.

>>4048581
>[x] Join Transhumanism Club.

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Congrats again to carte422 for his landslide victory. This is for you, courtesy of my good friend Elby!

If you guys had any specific requests for other draws, let me know! Explicit draws are okay, but I'll probably veto any particularly niche fetishes. (Sorry OP, no watersports)

Also, no Alabaster, sorry. He's not too interested in drawing a male character that isn't a trap.

>>4048645
absolutely perfect

>>4048645
Oh my golly gosh you're wonderful. Thank you and your friend so much!

>>4048645
Noelle and Kay handholding and blushing profusely

>>4048581
>[X] Join neither.
>[X] Make them work for it.
A contentious vote.

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>[x] Join Transhumanism Club.

"It is such a sad state of affairs--" Vivian begins, but loses her wind as Whitney hauls her up, onto the little booth Ms. Carte has set up.

"Hey Ally!" Whitney calls. "Viv is right! Get a load of what you're missing in our club, huh?"

She grabs the crotch of Vivian's bunnygirl costume and tugs it to one side -- giving you and everyone else a beautiful view of a pair of your favorite openings.

"W-Whitney--!" Vivian gasps -- too weak to close her thighs, as Whitney holds them apart.

Ms. Carte is scandalized, too, and looks away... but a little hesitantly, it seems.

"Hmmph," Sable sighs. "That undeveloped slut is no match for this, is she?"

She grabs Alex's dress and hikes it up. No more doubt whatsoever: nopan. Alex stands there trembling, knees knocking as his thin legs shake.

As if materializing from nothing, Cerise is in the hallway, there to appreciate the view.

Such a hard decision. Literally, and in more ways than one. But in the end, you've got a bigger weakness for bunnygirls than for maids.

"Sorry," you tell Alex. "You can have this back." You hand him the blank application.

His sniffling, sniveling despair is heartbreaking. But you can soothe that vicarious sadness with some loli pussy, so it's all fine.

It seems that Rose has differing tastes. Or maybe she takes pity on the boy she was just warning you not to get suckered by. "I think I'll sign up for FIRST," she says.

"Really?" Alex says -- still standing there exposed, as Sable's angry eyes follow you down the hall.

Rose slaps his ass.

He jolts, yipping in pain. "Rose--!"

Cerise slaps Rose's hand back -- and swats Alex's ass, too. "Hands off. Gayboy's mine."

"We can fight over him," Rose coos.

"This is no good!" Sable shrieks. "We're just tied again now!"

"Oh, one of us will be tied..." Cerise says, licking her chops.

"This is no time for perversion... a tie is as good as letting that awful old hag win--"

"Fuck you too!" Renee snarls.

"Please unhand me..." Vivian begs her sister, even though her lower half is more honest about how much she likes to be exposed.

But Whitney finally relents as you draw near, letting Vivian cover her shame -- shabbily, since the bunnysuit only barely covered it to begin with.

"Great job, Viv!" Whitney tells her. "You honeycunnied him."

"Never say that again," you tell her.

"You'll have to find some way to shut me up, then~" Whitney says, grinning at you.

As Sable, Rose, and Cerise retreat with Alex back into Sable's classroom; you retreat with your slutty bunnies into Ms. Carte's. Ms. Carte herself stands uncertainly out in the hall. You wag your eyebrows at her.

"Err... have fun, you three," she says meekly. "I, uh... I'll organize the booth a little."

You're sure the noises the three of you make carry well into the hall. And you're sure they ignite some uncomfortable feelings in the good doctor.

>>4048666
What a win.

>>4048666
Beautiful post

>>4048666
>honeycunny
Okay, that's a good one

Sad to let down my boy, but in the end, I'm sure there's nothing he'd ever want more than to be in a club with three dominant women, anyway

The lewd will come tomorrow. I'll post up some brief non-lewd scenes next.

>>4048666
>"Great job, Viv!" Whitney tells her. "You honeycunnied him."

>"Never say that again," you tell her.
Amazing.

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>>4048686
Cool beans.

Had to leave for a bit, glad you guys made the right choice. Transhumanism all the way

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>>4048690
At least post the less boring background one.

>>4048696
But that's the version without the swastika and hammer+sickle!

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>>4048697
I didn't notice!

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>>4048703
much better, thank you for this

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You've barely settled into your room for some much-needed me-time before you hear an unholy racket from the next bedroom over. It sounds like Cerise is trying to beat her walls to death.

Rose, underneath your desk, looks up at you from between your legs. "Are you gonna go deal with that?"

"I think I should."

---

You barge into Cerise's room without knocking. Her shit's all fucked up; her PC monitor lies on its face, her clothes and circuit bending gear are strewn all around the floor, her bed's mattress is lying diagonally cocked and half pulled off the box-springs. She's even now in the midst of ripping her bedside lamp from the wall by its cord, when you shout:

"Cerise! What the hell!"

She stops, panting, turns and looks at you.

"What?" She says.

"What the fuck do you mean, what? You're in the middle of a tard rage, that's what!"

"...Am I?" She says, as if this is a fact she could have mistaken.

"Yes! You are!"

"I didn't realize," Cerise says. And then, without looking away from you or dropping her pained smile, she punches her wall hard enough to put a hole in the plaster. Arm fully extended, she twists her fist back and forth in the little divot made by the punch, causing dust and crumbs of drywall to waterfall down to her carpet.

"Good lord," you huff. "Talk to me. What's the matter?"

"Nothing's the matter!" She insists. "Love is blooming in anime club! I'm so happy!"

Though she graduated a couple years ago, Cerise chairs the anime club for want of a real faculty advisor. She just got back from a meeting.

"Love between... who?"

"Connor, gentleman he is, asked Anna to prom! And--" Cerise smiles so hard you think her skin will pull back and reveal her skull. "Anna said yes!"

You swallow hard. Connor, the fedora-wearing, fingerless-glove-donning, trenchcoat-sporting freak? That Connor? No way.

"Oh, she's so excited about it!" Cerise says. "Not. She said yes because -- Get this, Alabaster! -- she said yes, because she didn't know how to say no! That's what she told me!"

She punches her wall again -- still without glancing back at the property damage she wreaks.

You nod. When Cerise turns, and picks up her lamp again, and hefts with obviously violent intent for it -- you gently pry it from her hands.

"M'lady!" Cerise says. "Will you come to prom with me, m'lady? M'lady?"

"Are you jealous?" You ask.

"W-what? Jealous of Anna? Do you really think I'd--"

"No. Are you jealous that he's taking her? Rather than you taking her?"

Cerise laughs. "Don't be crazy. This shit again? I am not in love in Anna, Alabaster. Okay? Get it through your thick skull. This isn't some moeshit yuri anime. She's got the shittiest taste of all of them. And she's half-mute, and she's so fucking clingy, and she... she..."

Tears trickle down Cerise's cheek.

[ ] Get involved. Stop this disastrous prom date from happening.
[ ] Cerise needs to experience this jealousy to come to grips with her feelings for Anna. Don't intervene.

>>4048712
>[x] Get involved. Stop this disastrous prom date from happening.
Time for Assholebaster to penetrate through the problems!

>>4048712
>[ ] Cerise needs to experience this jealousy to come to grips with her feelings for Anna. Don't intervene.

>>4048712
>[x] Get involved. Stop this disastrous prom date from happenings.

>>4048712
>[x] Get involved. Stop this disastrous prom date from happening.
422 has failed, abort scenario

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>>4048712
Let Conner experience the jealousy and pain to turn him into an actual human
[X] Get involved. Stop this disastrous prom date from happening.

>>4048712
>[ ] Get involved. Stop this disastrous prom date from happening.
Seems like fun

>>4048712
>[x] Cerise needs to experience this jealousy to come to grips with her feelings for Anna. Don't intervene.

>>4048712
>[X] Cerise needs to experience this jealousy to come to grips with her feelings for Anna. Don't intervene.
I want to see Cerise herself be the one to go berseker mode

>>4048712
Get involved. Save Gal.

>>4048712
>[ ] Get involved. Stop this disastrous prom date from happening.
Are we going to have to burn down North High again?

>>4048712
>[ ] Get involved. Stop this disastrous prom date from happening.
But we need to do it in such a way that it's Cerise who shuts down Connor in the same manner she handled herself as a candidate during that open forum.

>>4048712
[X] Cerise needs to experience this jealousy to come to grips with her feelings for Anna. Don't intervene.
Cerise and Gal are my OTP. It must hurt before it gets better.

I don't think you guys understand the potency of Cerise stealing Connor's prom date during the actual night of prom

It would be fuckin glorious

>>4048743
The more I think about it the more I want this >>4048727
I want Cerise to be the absolute Stacy I know she can be.

>[X] Cerise needs to experience this jealousy to come to grips with her feelings for Anna. Don't intervene.

>>4048712
You know what? I'm in for this >>4048743
Changing my vote from >>4048716 to
>[x] Cerise needs to experience this jealousy to come to grips with her feelings for Anna. Don't intervene.

>>4048743
I just think it would be fun to try and mess with things man

Looks like we have ourselves a good old-fashioned tie.

>>4048712
>[ ] Get involved. Stop this disastrous prom date from happening
Probably too late

>>4048754
Ohhhhhh man.

>>4048756
I hate when I'm right

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You walk with Anna back from school the following day. Just the two of you: Anna with some of her books clasped in front of her and her bag looped over one shoulder, you with nothing (backpacks are awful to tote around, and it's not like you ever do your homework anyway).

"thanks for helping me Sir"

Anna calls you "Sir" ever since you beat the shit out of an asshole who was harassing her. It's a tic she developed with no prompting from you whatsoever. Guess some things never change.

You invited her over to your house today, on the premise of helping her with her final project in Sable's programming class. But you never had any intention of helping her -- that's going to be Cerise's job, tonight. Neither of them know it yet, though.

"Heard you were going to prom," you say airily.

She nods, huge bespectacled eyes fixed firmly forward. "mm"

"Pretty lucky for a freshman girl to get asked to senior prom," you muse.

"mm"

"But you're going with kind of a weirdo, aren't you?"

Anna stops. You turn and face her.

"i'm sorry Sir... you don't approve"

Is that a question? A statement? Hard to say with that inflection... or lack thereof.

"Well, no, I don't," you admit, in any case. "Connor is... eugh."

She stares at her sneakers.

You scrutinize her. And as you do, it finally dawns on you: "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

She winces.

"You want to make Cerise jealous, is that it? So you said yes... not because you didn't know how to say no... but because you wanted to get under her skin."

Anna finally meets your eyes. She puts her index finger to her lips in the universal signal of "quiet."

"You little slut!" You laugh.

She grins slyly. Being called degrading names is no deterrent at all for her, you know.

"Well, it worked," you tell her. "She played demolition derby in her room all night last night."

"was it that bad"

"Oh, it's worse than you could imagine. Mom about had a heart attack when she saw the damage."

She grins again. Cheeky bitch.

"For the sake of her sanity," you say, "call it off already. You're going to give her hypertension at the ripe old age of 20."

"i will call it off just as soon she tells me to," Anna says.

You step to her.

"are you going to bully me into changing my mind" she asks, quirking an eyebrow and tilting her head as if daring you to try.

"Whether you change your mind on this or not, I'll definitely bully you."

Right there on the sidewalk, you wrap a hand around her throat. Through the merciless constriction on her airways, she grips your forearm and smiles at you.

>>4048767
o o f

>>4048767
g o d

The time is now 4:22 AM.

OVA boop!

I don't know where my booppost went but it sure as fuck isn't here.

>>4048776
>>4048783
this fucking site is broken

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Waiting with every iterations smartest girl!

>>4048767
>Through the merciless constriction on her airways, she grips your forearm and smiles at you.
Throughout Anna's existence you've just enhanced my latent choking fetish, hope you're happy OP.

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Whitney took an after-school job at a daycare center. At the time, you'd thought it was a horrible idea to put her in charge of young, rambunctious, and impressionable children -- but Ms. Carte saw something different in her, and encouraged her to do it.

You have to hand it to the old lady... she was right. Whitney has a rapport with these kids that you'd never have suspected. And she barely ever swears around them.

The main room of the daycare center has interlocking foam jigsaw pieces for flooring, and crude artwork by the children papering the walls; it smells like sour milk and poop in here, despite the frequent applications of Febreeze and anti-bacterial wipes. It's noisy, and hectic, and confusing; every time you visit, you leave nursing a nascent migraine. But this is Whitney's element. The caregivers in charge of the place frequently remark that they've never seen these pre-K demons as well-behaved as they are for the few hours a weekday when Whitney is there to assist.

Usually you avoid the place like the plague (and plague hotspot it really is, as Whitney's recent bout of flu attests to). Today, though, you visit for a particular purpose. You missed Whitney during the school day, since she cut out of auto shop early. And doing this conversation over text would be... well, it wouldn't be right. So here you are.

She's at the head of the room, the toddlers sitting criss-cross-applesauce around her in a rough semicircle. She doesn't notice you come in, because she's so involved with the singing game she's playing, a call-and-response number with the children. So you stand there appreciatively and watch her.

She sings, voice a pitch-perfect contralto as she bobs from side to side: "A duck walked up to a lemonade stand, and he said to the man runnin' the stand -- HEY!"

She points at the children, who, off-key and out-of-sync, sing back: "bum-bum-bum!"

She shrugs, both palms held up facing the ceiling. "Got any grapes?" She points at the kids again, who take their cue:

"Bum-bum-bum!"

It's at this point Whitney finally notices you. She turns your way and smiles toothily at you. Looking back towards her charges, and says: "Shoot! My boyfriend's here. Sit tight, okay?"

This draws a sitcom-audience style "oooooohhhhhhh" from the little snots, plus also croons of "Ms. Carte has a boooooyyyyyyfrieeeeennnnnddddd!"

"I do!" She says, unembarrassed. "And he's cute! Cute!"

They giggle derisively at her. It sort of hurts your feelings that calling you cute is a laugh line, to be perfectly frank.

"Let's count, okay?" Whitney tells them. "Gimme to 60 Mississippi! Be right back!"

>>4048797
oh golly gosh this is great

We've come full circle and are having a victory lap, I still can't believe we're actually here.

You're the best OP. You already were a magnificent bastard in 2014, back when I thought that painting whitney green could never be topped. But now you have ascended to the god of smut and actual quest finisher.

Whatever happens next, however this ends and whenever you decide to write something again, I will be there, waiting warmly.

Thank you

>>4048797
I can't believe Whitney is teaching herself how to become the perfect mommy for little baby Amber

>>4048767
>a new, more assertive Anna
I love it
>>4048797
>Whitney is good with children
[x]impregnate

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She steps into the hall with you, just outside the door so she can continually look back into the room through the porthole window and make sure no one's getting into trouble.

"All right," she says. "I have a bunch of brats counting Mississippis for me, so make it quick."

"You're really good with these kids," you tell her.

She sort of half-shrugs. "It's nothing special," she insists.

"Sure it is. You're a natural leader."

"You're misoverexaggerating. It's not like I'm running bio-dad's company or something."

"Maybe one day."

"Yeah right," she laughs. "I'm just a glorified babysitter here. You sing songs and play dinosaurs with them and keep them quiet until their mom and dad come to pick 'em up. Anyone could do it. I don't know why everyone makes such a big deal."

"I'm just surprised at how little you curse around them," you say.

"It's because of that," Whitney tells you, nodding at a jar on top of a cabinet just inside the room. You crane your neck to peer up at it. It's full of quarters.

"Swear jar," she tells you. "Not that money matters to me anymore, since I'm basically a billionaire at this point. I mean, I could give a shit about money these days. But it keeps me on my toes."

You give her a meaningful look.

"What?" She says. Then, blinking: "...Oh. Shit. ... Shit! Fuck! Goddamn -- agghhh! You asshole! Oop-- f-- aghhh!"

She clutches her hair with both hands and shakes her head violently. Without swear words, she's down a good 50% of her vocab.

"Why don't you just empty your pockets on this one," you tell her.

She slugs you in the chest. "What do you want, you effing A?"

"You," you tell her.

"What else is new?" She giggles.

You give her a single curt nod: "You -- at prom."

"...What."

"Go to prom with me."

Whitney swoons -- literally -- and you have to catch her in your arms.

"You're S'ing me," she says. "No effing way."

"Yes effing way." You help her back upright again, and abashedly rub the back of your head. "I... uh... had a sign, and some flowers... but you left school early, so."

From your pocket, you pull a little jewel case, inside of which is a ring. Not the kind of ring a billionaire could buy, but you did go a little beyond your means. The diamond is pretty, anyway.

You slide it onto her finger, despite the leaflike trembling of her hand.

"Ally... I'm... I'm not crying, am I?"

"A little."

She wipes her face with the back of her wrist. "Eff. They're gonna make so much fun of me back in there."

"Let 'em." You kiss her. "So is it a date?"

"Eff yes it's a date."

>>4048806
Now now, Amber is our kid with Rose.
Whitney's kid is this timeline's Will.

>>4048809
She can still be the mommy!

>>4048808
Hnnnnnng.
My heart.
My effing heart.

>>4048808
>From your pocket, you pull a little jewel case, inside of which is a ring. Not the kind of ring a billionaire could buy, but you did go a little beyond your means. The diamond is pretty, anyway.
I can't fucking believe we just literally proposed to Whitney before prom.

>>4048808
A ring? I thought we were asking her to prom, not proposing marriage.

>>4048817
Rings for everyone, now.

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Bedtime. Pick a couple more scenarios overnight:

>Wholesome
[ ] Ms. Guiteau secretly wants to impress Alex?
[ ] Alabaster and Rose's unique living arrangement causes a stir!
[ ] Kay is after a scoop! But can she suffer the dorkiness of everyone in your orbit to interview David Darkbloom's bastard daughter?
[ ] I want to get /fit/ with Saul! I really, really want to!
[ ] Rose needs help with her math homework! And Rose is the perfect person to help!
[ ] The StuCo campaign got kinda heated...
[ ] Is it really a good idea for Mom to bring dessert to a parent-teacher conference?

>Lewd
[ ] Alex forced you. It was practically rape. You're not gay.
[ ] Your imouto is a little too impressionable, isn't she?
[ ] Family movie night Mk.422
[ ] Whatever universe Whitney goes to, she must also rape.
[ ] Seems like Cerise and Anna made up.
[ ] Vivian's evil scheme!