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>>2217202 A few points!
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>>2216402 “I double down!” Natty repeatedly announced after stuttering for a little while and struggling to make herself heard until Jill had the multitude quieted down.
“It means she has to commit to a forfeit were she to lose another point exactly after,” Medea explained to Leslie and me; since we instinctively turned to face her not really understanding the situation at hand.
Leslie was bewildered and incredulous at the whole event. She was ready to believe half the rumors she had heard and reality outdid even her wildest expectations. “But why are they doing this?” she often asked, but between the noisy crowd, the game itself and of course me getting in the way since I had far more important questions to ask to Medea, Leslie just couldn’t get her answer.
There was a cardboard box with a small opening near the entrance to the fences. It was packed full of suggestions anyone was free to write in a piece of paper and throw in there. Forfeits were drawn from the box one at a time; forfeits that didn’t follow the rules were ignored and discarded: girls could not be touched by the boys, anything with the risk to injure the participant was forbidden; and virgins didn’t need to insert anything inside their vaginas provided they could prove their claim by spreading themselves. Other than that, Jill was free to void any forfeit she deemed inappropriate at any time, or to allow the rules to be broken if she felt like it.
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>>2217205 The game started when Medea finished explaining about the box. Because the girls had been all day long through already grueling physical activities, between each point scored five minutes of rest were necessary. It was a curse in disguise, and one good reason for Natty to have accepted the ‘doubling down’ thing. The girls had spent five minutes standing around, walking or sitting; and the only cover they had was the perfectly transparent fence. Natty on the pink panties and her opponent on the blue ones had their body glistening with sweat, both their white shirts nearly transparent and sticking to their bodies.
Natty was wearing a white brassiere; even through her shirt it was easy to make out the elegant pattern of concentric spirals the cups of her underwear had; it was expensive and cute, but an awful choice to wear in a sports event. Wasn’t she wearing something different last time?
The other girl didn’t even have that. She was a cute brunette with some dumb-looking blonde highlights that probably one of her friends had done and failed at doing them right. Her back was facing me, but from the glimpses I got to her face, she looked younger than me. Medea answered me a question I made about the girl; the brunette had lost her bra shortly before Leslie and I arrived.
The girl’s breasts – her name was Diane according to Medea and to Jill’s statements –, were of comparable size to mine; I would say a little smaller. They were perky and her nipples started pointing out of her shirt, showing their shape but not their color; the only fully transparent parts of her shirt were on her shoulders, the middle of her back and the superior part of her bosom.
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>>2217206 “Out! Point to Natty!” Jill’s voice came at once from both her throat and a speaker placed near her high-chair. Both sounds coming out at once was more distracting and confusing that I thought. I turned to ask to the cat if he thought the same or it was just me, but he had made himself scarce.
“Because the scoring woman had just pleaded to ‘double-down’, in this occasions her opponent doesn’t have to undress,” explained Medea. Just how complicated had they made the game? “Instead, if she loses another point she had to remove two articles of clothing at once, and if she…”
“I really don’t care much about the rules, to be honest,” I interrupted Medea. “We have five minutes until the next point, right? There’s stuff I have to tell you.”
Medea didn’t need to be kept in the dark about the incident with Duke, and while it was uncomfortable to disclose it so close to Leslie, I did it all the same since everyone needed to know what a piece of shit Duke was. Similarly to me, Medea didn’t lament the loss of her clothes so much as making sure Erika was okay; but was still upset and offered the possibility to retaliate as soon as the opportunity arose.
I asked Leslie away for a little while so I could discuss with Medea the hair-color discrepancy Erika had noticed and while I didn’t want to be harsh, I felt the need to remind Medea about saying there wouldn’t be any more transformations.
Medea closely examined my hair and confirmed my suspicions.
“Yes, it is turning white; there is no discernible way to make an approximation on when will it stop.”
“And?” It came out more bossy and pressing that I intended to.
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>>2217207 “And it is not an issue, Aria. Simple hair-dye will fix it; I am also fairly confident in my ability to brew something that can permanently fix it,” Medea noticed my uneasy expression, even got a little offended. “It will be nothing like my other attempts; changing color of the production of melanin is trivially simple, I can assure you,” she tried to ease me, but didn’t quite dispel all my worries.
While I was still pondering upon the risk of letting Medea fix the problem herself, or just wait how white the hair could get – it was not like it wasn’t obvious I wasn’t fully human already, anyway –, the game resumed and with it the cheering and boisterousness of the uncontrollable mob of spectators.
The girl Natty was facing, Diane, got a return ace scored against her.
“Take it all off!”
“Get naked! Get naked!”
“It’s nothing we haven’t seen before, Diane; get those titties out!”
“Natty, please take off Diane’s shirt and panties,” Jill ordered her in a neutral voice, the kind of thing you would hear out a flight attendant explaining security measures.
Natty slowly made her way into the opposing side of the field, around the net. She quietly apologized to Diane; who turned around and lifted her hands without any sort of resistance. She didn’t even look that embarrassed. That is not to say Diane wasn’t ashamed, the girl was positively mortified, but it wasn’t the reaction you would expect form a someone her age having to be stripped completely naked in public.
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>>2217208 Diane winced, surprised, that Natty had started by pulling down the blue pair of panties instead of the offered shirt, but didn’t react otherwise. Diane’s pussy was somewhat obscured by natural, untrimmed mat of light brown pubic hair. The reveal of the cute little thing was received with applauses, but the backlash from the boys wasn’t as potent as I was expecting.
“I hope she bends over to pick up the ball,” someone to my side commented.
“She should shave that carpet. We can’t see the pussy well,” a complaint was heard in the front row from a guy glued to the fence.
Natty grabbed the shirt next; and the reveal of Diane’s tits was far slower and dramatic; mainly because the shirt had been made sticky with sweat. The nipples faced a little upward; they were brown and dark. The tits barely bounced even with Diane’s heaves; they were lemon-shaped and were not the kind to move freely with just any movement like Lisa’s. They were the kind to surely slap around like crazy while she ran instead, like Carmen’s.
Diane was left completely naked in seconds, and I suspected she had instructions to not cover as she faced the side of the fence I was on, more annoyed than sad; glaring with disgust and scorn at the people ogling with desire at her bare figure. I was reluctantly one of them.
a) Natty wins.
b) Diane wins.
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>>2217209 Forfeit.
1) Loser remains naked and retrieves the balls for the foreseeable future, having to bend over every time.
2) Loser gets her nipples twisted.
3) Loser gets tied to the fence upside down. She’ll be released before all the blood rushes to her head, but will remain there for a while.
4) Loser gets tied to the high-chair. She’ll notice something dripping on her head.
5) Loser presses herself against the fence. Males can’t do anything, but a girl in the audience is encouraged by her peers to touch the loser.
Additional things.
a) Aria is noticed by the crowd and pressed into joining the event.
b) Prize money is offered for the next match for anyone who wants to join. Two girls from the audience get enticed to join in (they’re more easily embarrassed than the ones Jill has been training, suggestions on who plays accepted).
c) Aria thinks her hair problem is more important that what is going on and goes to take care of it with Medea. It won’t take long.
d) The next match is instead muddle-wrestling.
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>>2217210 a5 sounds pretty fun to me.
B with Leslie, A and D are best served by waiting an update or two, I figure, and if Leslie's tagging along we might as well rope her into the main attraction.
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>>2217210 5a+b with fucking Daisy (Girl stripped by werecat Aria)
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>>2217210 A) Aria is noticed by the crowd and pressed into joining the event.
B) Prize money is offered for the next match for anyone who wants to join. Two girls from the audience get enticed to join in (they’re more easily embarrassed than the ones Jill has been training, suggestions on who plays accepted).
C) Aria thinks her hair problem is more important that what is going on and goes to take care of it with Medea. It won’t take long.
D) The next match is instead muddle-wrestling.
Forgot that little detail, just noticed.
Anyway, we'll recognize it with: letter before the number, and letter after the number.
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>>2217209 random loser (others forgot about this?)
>>2217210 4
>>2217228 A+B on one side and D on another
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>>2217210 don't really care who wins this match.
4
C idk kinda over the tennis thing would rather do anything else with Medea.
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Yes, I know I'm late. Long one to write.
>>2217210 “She has to stand like that for five whole minutes?” I asked Medea, pointing at Diane’s bareness, getting embarrassed on her behalf since she didn’t seem to mind that much.
“She does not have to do anything. Why would she not grab her clothes and leave the area is beyond me,” Medea pondered. “She agreed to no rules. She is obeying regardless. Why would Jill command such high authority over a group?”
I had also wondered about exactly what relationship Jill had with the girls she trained every day at the courts. I got the answer to the question I did to Medea by waiting, since I didn’t care to repeat myself. Yes, five minutes.
Diane wasn’t completely indifferent to what was happening to her. Some of it caused by the exercise, some of it unavoidable to occur by being so intently stared at in all her private places; the girl never stopped panting and she sweated so much ever under a dimming sun that she looked like she could melt.
She never stopped facing the crowd, but was still allowed to move and walk around. She reached for a water bottle; drank over half of it, and poured the rest over herself, closing her eyes and exhaling in relief. If she was enjoying making a show out of her naked body or she was really that hot, I couldn’t tell.
Compliments to Diane’s figure never stopped. Some commented on her strong thighs, many a guy liked the shape of her breasts, and people asking her to open her legs further constantly. Diane was heavily flustered, a little out of breath and her half-closed eyes had a certain expression of disbelief and detachment to them, like she thought she was dreaming.
Five minutes, or at least enough time that felt like it, passed, and Jill had both participants return.
“What is that?” I pointed at Diane’s butt next. I had seen her back without panties covering it for the first time and noticed something very odd about it.
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>>2217345 “Jill writes with permanent marker how many times a certain girl has been defeated,” Medea neutrally revealed. “The three lines on her left buttock denote Diane has lost in three other occasions. I do not know the reason why they keep track of it.”
It was probably the same reason any of this was happening. Humiliation. Jill wanted to draw attention away from her. Elaborate and over the top, but meant to be Jill’s cover. Even now, she remained as naked as always atop her chair; and even with her beautiful boobs out and her nipples erected, not a soul – other than me – had eyes for anything that wasn’t Diane bending over to grab the ball.
I met Jill’s gaze as she surveyed the area. I waved at her and she dedicated me a wry smile. I didn’t know what came over me, but I took a look around, and having a hundred percent of people completely focused on Diane shaking her butt left and right as she prepared herself to serve, I opened my jacket and carefully flashed my breasts to the distant Jill.
Her smile grew wider, showing her teeth. She made two scissors with her hands and rammed them together against each other, winking. I nodded, beaming. Yes, I would very much like that. Maybe after her penalty was over?
“That’s a fine ass,” a voice behind me reminded me that I was still exposed, and I closed my jacket with its zipper in a panic.
“If you touch me I’m going to break your goddamn nose!” Leslie threatened besides me. Some guy behind her had noticed the heart-shaped opening in her swimsuit and had tried to cup Leslie’s bottom.
“Point! Match goes to Natty!” Jill was barely able to announce when the crowed boomed in unison a strident cheer.
“The box! Grab something from the box!”
“OH YEAH! FORFEIT, FORFEIT!”
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>>2217346 I got distracted for a few seconds and missed watching Diane playing tennis in her birthday suit; I kind of had a morbid curiosity to watch. She knelt in all fours, exhausted and defeated. Jill hurried to get down from her position and finally exposed her vagina while she walked to the loser; hidden by her closed legs until now. As Medea warned me it would happen, Jill had a marker in hand; the thing stunk to high heaven when the lid was removed. Jill slapped Diane’s butt playfully, and leaned forward to draw a fourth straight line besides the others.
“Ooooh, that’s four,” Jill chanted, rubbing at the part she had just spanked. “You have to be careful, Diane, dear. You know what happens when we reach five, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, Jill,” Diane submissively responded.
Still proudly displaying her body, Jill marched confidently to the entrance to the fence, followed by the guy who was handling the camera, who was walking backwards to get all of Jill in all her naked glory. Jill opened the box, looked away, twisted and waved her arm in it for a bit, and grabbed a single folded scrap of paper out of the hundreds that were there. Could I write one if I wanted?
Jill shoved the paper in front of the camera, and then threw it into the crowd with a flick of her finger.
“Diane!” she said into her wireless microphone, “Press your tits and cunt against the fence, please! Five minutes!”
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>>2217348 The camera switched to Diane, still kneeling on the ground with the line just drawn in her little ass quickly drying. She propelled her body upward and with an unsteady pace, she walked towards my side of the fence. People from behind and beside me rushed, nearly running Leslie over; everyone wanted to be near the action but only a few would manage to get first-row view.
As instructed, Diane pressed her body as tightly as she could manage against the metal wires, supporting most of her weight on it. Her body was divided in unnatural little rhomboids; both her nipples and her pussy each had its own division. Diane regained that dreamful stare of half-confusion, like she was zoning out.
“Alright! Alright! Everyone get the fuck away!” Jill ran to the fence. “Hands off! This is a hands-off forfeit for all boys!” a semi-circle was soon formed around the exposed, eagle-spread body of Diane on the other side of the fence, allowing even more people to watch.
“What about girls? Can the girls touch?” a familiar male voice asked. It was the guy with the goatee.
Jill hesitated for a second, and the question was repeated by five different mouths during that short interval. Jill’s eyes met again with mine. “Sure! Girls can go ahead and touch if you let them through,” Jill decided, grabbing ahold of Diane’s ass, pressing hard and making her moan in discomfort. Jill gaped right at me, like daring me to step forward and abuse Diane. It was tempting. Diane, Jill and I; we were all wet. On Diane it was painfully evident to anyone with eyes, and on Jill I could smell it.
“You heard Jill! Girls step forward!”
“Girls! Where are the girls? Get over here!”
I immediately realized how precarious a situation this could be, and despite having managed to get a great view of Diane’s humiliation, I tried stepping back to fade away so people didn’t notice me. Someone grabbed my elbow.
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>>2217350 “Here, I got one! You, step up! Come on! Come on!” someone urged, but not to me.
I was let go. Someone else had been pushed into the spotlight. I instantly recognized her. The girl I had attacked last night; I had stripped her in front of who knew how many people, using my claws to shred at her clothes. I even remembered her name; Daisy.
“Come on! Jill said it was okay!”
“Yes! Let’s see some action!”
“Grab her! Grab her!”
“You can touch Diane however you want. Don’t be shy!”
“B-but…!” she tried to protest, and to get away, but was always pushed back and shouted instructions at.
Daisy looked even more terrified and uncomfortable than Diane. The public kept pressing her and demanding her to molest Diane. Daisy put a finger forward and timidly pressed it against Diane’s abdomen like if she was poking at a corpse. Jeers followed.
“Touch her right, you moron!”
“Her tits! Grab her tits!”
“Lick her pussy! Jill said you can do anything!” No she didn’t!
Daisy apologized in tears and extended an arm towards Diane very slowly. Her hand was grabbed by Dixie, the girl the anal plug Carmen probably still had inside of her belonged to. I hoped she hadn’t seen me. Dixie forced Daisy to press her hand against Diane’s pussy in a brutish manner. The mob was pleased and made it obvious.
“Grab her tits! You’re next if you don’t do it!” Dixie threatened. Because I was trying to, I could hear Lillie’s voice somewhere, joining the cheers.
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>>2217351 Daisy ignored Diane’s instruction, freed her hand, and even with it filled in pussy juice, she covered her face and ran away crying.
The crowd derided Daisy. Dixie got encouraged and applauded to by pinching at Diane’s nipples and inserting two fingers in her mouth, making her do a mock-fellatio.
I stepped back, having no desire to let Dixie see me, even if that meant missing the rest of the show. I wanted to go to Daisy and comfort her, feeling sorry for her; but I doubted she wanted that from the girl who had stripped her yesterday.
Diane paid her five minutes and she let go of the fence, walking to pick up her scattered clothes.
“Next match is about to start!” Jill announced, still not in her chair and still proudly displaying herself. Wasn’t she doing all the event to exactly avoid the attention? Was Jill actually enjoying herself? “All my girls are too tired! Can we get some voluntaries from the audience?” she specifically searched with her gaze until she found me, I dodged her eyes. “We got prize money! Two hundred dollars to whoever wins the match!”
T-two hundred dollars?
“We got one voluntary here!” far to my right, Dixie and Lillie had gotten ahold of Daisy. “I told you you’d be next if you didn’t listen, didn’t I?” Dixie quietly reprimanded the struggling Daisy.
Daisy struggled, and freed herself from Dixie’s claws once again. “Fine! I’ll do it!” she yelled to widespread approval. “But I’m doing it against YOU!”
a) Daisy VS Dixie.
b) Daisy VS Aria.
c) Daisy VS Leslie.
d) Daisy VS Lillie.
e) Aria’s tired. She leaves with Medea to take care of her hair.
Not telling you who wins on each case; but I think you all know there’s very obvious matchups. If you want a certain result, you can still vote for it.
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>>2217353 Forfeit:
1) Loser remains naked and retrieves the balls for the foreseeable future, having to bend over every time.
2) Loser relieves Jill of her duties. Jill leaves to take a rest; still naked.
3) Loser gets tied to the fence upside down. She’ll be released before all the blood rushes to her head, but will remain there for a while.
4) Loser gets tied to the high-chair. She’ll notice something dripping on her head.
5) Loser doesn’t get her clothes bag, which get thrown away into the crowd.
6) Loser gets fingered by winner.
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>>2217354 B or C, I'd like one of our group to get involved.
1 or 5, both have good potential.
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No preference on first choice
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>>2217354 D2. Jill could use a break and Lillie seems like a good replacement if she loses.
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>>2217353 b6
I wanna see our girl get some dosh
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>>2217354 C
4 I'm really curious what will be dripping
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>>2217373 Didn't state which one won last time because more than an option it was an amalgamation of suggestions all worked into a single part. Also, I forgot.
This time b and c tied; then 1 and 5 tied. Because of order, we would to B5. Because of both the strange coincidence that all the things you voted for tied, and for your usually fast responses, I'm leaving this one to you to recast your vote. B1, B5, C1 or C5?
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>>2217443 I think I'll go B5 then. Aria getting a face to face meeting with Daisy should lead to a good moment or two, and regardless of who wins it's good - either Aria loses some of the last of her clothes, or Daisy winds up stripped naked a second time by the werecat in as many days.
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Sorry for being so long-winded and progressing slowly; but I thought it would be boring if I simply defaulted to Aria winning. It is possible to cook up a circumstance in which she somehow loses. I'll leave the choice up to you.
>>2217445 So be it.
>>2217354 “M-me?”
“Yes! You! Don’t you dare think I haven’t noticed you around, or that I’ve forgotten what you’ve done!” Daisy scolded at me from more than twenty yards away.
People in between us made way so we could face each other. I had been hiding between Medea and Leslie; not from Daisy but from Dixie and Lillie. We hadn’t seen each other since my little cat outburst in which the awful bitches forced me to reveal my nature to the camp and I wasn’t looking forward to meet them again.
“It’s the werecat! Look at the ears!”
“The werecat! The werecat is here! But she can speak!”
“Weren’t you paying attention? She’s only the werecat at night, unless she gets angry.”
“Then why does she still have the ears?”
I thought I was blending in well enough, since I hadn’t even heard so much as whispers about me during my stay at the courts; but easily arrived to the realization that the only reason people weren’t paying me any mind before was because of the scandalous show Jill had been sponsoring serving as a distraction. Daisy had been part of the show, and now was shifting attention to me. I was no longer anonymous.
“It’s the fucking werecat!” Lillie spat with a dangerous stare. She was wearing shorts and I could see bloody scabs, sequels of our fight – the very least she deserved for what she did – on her leg. Something deep inside me noticed the way she shifted her weight and knew she was weakened on her left side. If I was to attack, that was the side to aim for.
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>>2217469 Dixie didn’t look any friendlier. The last time I had the displeasure of watching her from up close she had a fistful of her hair brutally removed by Lisa so roughly she had bled. I could still smell the injury in her head; but her red, curly hair covered it well and there was no other discernible way to tell. She gave a step my way.
My hair, ears and tail all stood on end, and I experienced actual terror for the first time since I heard approaching wolves. It didn’t have anything to do with Lillie or Dixie, not even close. I felt an eerily air get colder right behind me, and I was rendered petrified by fear. I knew that an invincible predator that I should never engage was standing right there. The predator moved her hand and placed it on my shoulder; and even though the gesture frightened me to my very core, it was meant to convey that she was my unconditional ally and that I was in no danger.
“If she… if she accepts the challenge then I will compete against her, but I get to say the forfeit!” Daisy negotiated, breaking the palpable tension.
“What do you say, Aria?” Jill said through her microphone, revealing my name to everyone in earshot. “Two hundred dollars!” Yes, it was tempting. After all, I was only human…like.
“Her name is Aria?”
“Isn’t she the one that beat Jill? How could Daisy even compete?”
“Who cares? Someone’s getting naked and we get to see the werecat in action.”
The public quickly reached the conclusion that they wanted to see me play and began chanting my name, as if that would encourage me instead of driving me away. “Aria! Aria! Aria!” they all went.
“Two hundred dollars, Aria!” Jill repeated, which was a way more effective method to convince me than saying my name repeatedly.
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>>2217471 Well, it was true that because of Duke in a little bit of a fix. I had plenty more clothes back at home, but I had brought every single pair of panties I owned because I didn’t want a certain someone to have any of them; and I was running low even on those. I wasn’t being greedy, I really needed the money.
“D-don’t be a c-coward!” Daisy un-ironically stuttered. She didn’t have the strongest of dispositions to face me, and looked like she could go either way.
“You’re on!” I confidently shouted back, instinctively pressing because I saw a weakness. The response from the mob was deafening approval.
“The cat-girl is going to play again!”
“I have to call my friends, tell them to get here. We’re going to see the werecat play!”
“And what’s the forfeit, Daisy?” Jill prompted, respecting Daisy’s condition to set the consequences for the loser.
“T-the loser…!” even I could barely make out what she was saying, only able to appreciate that Daisy was indeed moving her mouth and that she was making the air vibrate trying to communicate something, just not loudly enough. Jill approached the fence and handed Daisy the microphone with the help of some boy who grabbed it, and Daisy finally said her peace. “A-as I was saying! The l-loser will not recover h-her clothes after the game is done, a-and…!”
The audience got handsy trying to push us both into the fenced area without even letting Daisy finish and I didn’t appreciate male contact. I impressed everyone by dodging them and going over the fence in a single casual somersault. I landed next to Jill. “I was starting to wonder when the hell you were going to show up!” she chastised in private, affectionately patting my back and thoroughly unimpressed by my recent physical feat.
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>>2217472 Daisy looked at me with awe, finally realizing what she was getting into. I winked at her despite not really meaning to. I just couldn’t help but pursue and be intimidating at the sight of weakness. She couldn’t dodge the crowd and was pushed into the courts.
And what? What did Daisy meant to say before she was cut off?
a) And that’s that. She walks away naked.
b) And gets branded by Jill and her marker.
c) And gets tied down as the winner’s slave.
d) And can’t wear clothes until tomorrow.
The result of the match?
1) Aria dominates Daisy, displaying the maximum capabilities of her cat-like prowess.
2) Aria is given a heavy handicap and wins.
3) Aria is given a heavy handicap and loses because of it.
If Aria loses, remember the bonfire party is just ahead. I would advise against humiliating her too much before the time, but offer the option regardless. If you pick a-1-null; it’s a vote for moving through this part as quickly as possible.
What would be Aria’s handicap, if any?
A) A vibrator.
B) Her legs are tied.
C) She starts naked and can only lose one point before being out.
D) Daisy and someone else double-team Aria. Whoever is in Daisy’s team will share her fate.
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>>2217473 c 2 C, total catgirl domination but not getting out scot-free, and then Aria gets to indulge a little.
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c, 2, D with Diane. Aria suspects Diane was playing to lose.
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>>2217473 c2B and as a return Daisy should have her leg tied after losing the match
And speaking of which, Is the option 3 here
>>2217210 an alternative interpretation of what I wrote in the previous thread that seems to be considerably evolved from my original intention or is it just the lack of clarity in my previous posts?
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Not gonna lie, day's going a bit slower than I hoped for being Sunday. That's why this part is also going to be longer one. A man's gotta write!
c/2/C won. Loser's a slave, Aria gets a handicap which is starting nude, she still wins.
>>2217518 Probably. I took every single consideration into account. Did I miss something? I can still accommodate anything you want happening.
>>2217473 “N-no!” Daisy fretted, distressed.
She was banging at the closed gate out of the courts, which was currently kept shut by eight boys and two girls. I tried moving my arms around, skipping in place and stretching. It wasn’t ideal, but I could move well enough in my current attire. Playing should be no problem; and if anything, shorts were better than skirts for this situation.
“That is not fair!” Daisy tearfully complained, having desisted from her useless attempt to leave. “She’s… she’s not even human! How can I compete? Did… did you see her jump?”
Her remark was somewhat offensive, but I was over that kind of judgment. If anything, having her insult me like that made it easier to face her. I felt the guilt of having started an unprovoked attack against her last night evaporate.
However, more people from the public agreed with Daisy; namely Dixie and Lillie, who started a chant that gained traction, asking Jill to put a handicap in place so Daisy stood a chance. Jill could smell a mile away that the intentions of the chant were anything but unbiased, but she couldn’t do much when at least thirty people were shouting in unison, asking to make the game more balanced.
“I will not play unless we make the game fair!” promised a determined Daisy, who still held to the microphone.
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>>2217535 “You’re the one who challenged me!” I pointed out. “You didn’t say anything about a handicap when I accepted!” I argued. From a Medea standpoint, I was in the right; but the public decided about our current situation and they kept siding with Daisy. Jill eventually stepped to take the microphone away from Daisy and made a choice.
“Aria will get a handicap!” Jill announced to widespread approval and my relatively quiet booing. “But since she hadn’t agreed to it, she has a chance to back down now,” she continued. “She also gets a chance to put a second forfeit!”
Nothing but the first part of what Jill said was well-received; but Jill wouldn’t budge. Daisy was asked her opinion.
“I-I think,” Daisy was again given the microphone and she had to think of handicap on the spot. “I think it would be fair if I have to score fewer times to win.”
“I accept!” I responded after Daisy at least was civil enough to hold the mic close to my face. “If she scores once, I will admit defeat!” I declared, confident that if I played right that shouldn’t be an issue. I felt in even better form than when facing Melanie, even considered the recent blood-draining and everything.
“Now propose a second forfeit,” Jill took control of the mic again, and then got it closer to me in a more professional way than Daisy had managed.
It didn’t take me long to think of what I wanted. “The loser will be the winner’s slave until tomorrow morning!” I declared between gasps of admiration and cheers of encouragement to my proposal. With Kathy – who I still didn’t know where the hell she was – missing, Jill probably too exhausted of being naked all day long, and the possibility that I wouldn’t play The Game tonight, I had to start looking for participants, and a slave was a good start.
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>>2217536 “Then it is settled!” Jill acquiesced and proceeded to summarize. “It is Aria versus Daisy!” Jill made Daisy yelp and protest by kneeling to look under Daisy’s dress. “The loser has to take off all of her clothes, she doesn’t get them back, and will be tied to be presented as a slave for the winner and get two hundred dollars!” Jill took a few liberties with what was stated, but okay. “Daisy is wearing her dress, bra, panties, two shoes and two socks, all of them count as a piece of clothing!” I did NOT agree with that. “Aria will lose is a single point gets scored against her!” Well, whatever. “Now, Aria; please take off your clothes!”
“Um… no? I haven’t lost anything yet,” I obviously resisted.
“We’re about to start the match, Aria. You agreed you will lose is a single point against you is scored. This means you have no clothes remaining. You have to strip naked.”
“W-what?” I yelled it so loudly that my voice didn’t need any amplification. “You can’t just go around deciding that!”
“You already chose, you moron!”
“Take it off! Take it off!”
“The werecat is getting naked!”
I was adamant, and kept arguing my point, but thirty or forty people at once were just too much to reason with. “Aria, I’m sorry; but if you give up now you have to strip naked anyway and be Daisy’s slave,” Jill coaxed me. “Sorry about the mix-up. I thought you knew what it meant to only be one point away from defeat.”
“Well, I didn’t!”
“Take it off! Take it off!” a chorus started again.
I didn’t see an alternative. I had given my word, I wanted the two-hundred dollars, and I needed Daisy to join The Game.
Angrily, I unzipped my red jacked it and furiously threw it to the floor, becoming topless.
“Whooo!”
“Them titties!”
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>>2217537 “Shit. She’s got a nice pair.”
I blushed furiously, and just shut my eyes with as much force as I could, attempting to make myself angry instead of embarrassed.
“This is bullshit!” I scornfully cursed under my breath, undoing my belt.
It took me a while to muster my nerve to take the next step. How could I be blamed? The sonorous cries from dozens of people shouting commands at me were unnerving. I tolerated jeering, sneering and insults from people telling me to hurry up.
“Take your time, Aria,” Jill understandingly allowed. I would have even been mad at her was she not already naked and exposed, showing everything to everyone already.
I grunted as I pulled down my shorts, like it hurt. In a way, it did.
“Pusssaaay!”
“She’s all bare. I like it.”
“Now, THAT’S a nice ass.”
“So the tail really comes out from her! This is crazy!”
I pulled them up again, “Jill! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I can’t!” I cried, finally opening my eyes and looking tearful at her kind smile.
“It’s fine. Let me help you,” she offered.
Jill approached me, there was just something hypnotizing about her athletic, naked figure approaching me swaying her hips from side to side, with that beautiful red mane of hers. Jill seductively embraced me, and the awful voices that had me surrounded finally quieted down. Jill kissed the side of my head, near the eyes, then my cheek, then between my cheek and my mouth. Her hands grabbed my bottom and I let go off my shorts, we kissed. Jill grabbed my hands and put one across her hips and another one passing over her neck. She let go off my shorts with her other hand, and they fell. Jill’s kiss continued and I just couldn’t let go off her even if it meant being exposed.
“Now, that wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?” Jill stepped back, smiling smugly after a short twenty-second long make-out session.
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>>2217538 “T-thank… you?” I wasn’t sure if I appreciated what she had done. Still, my shorts had been around my ankles for a little while, and it felt easier to kick them away, even when the noise of the mob returned with all its intensity.
In front of so many people, I walked without covering in nothing other than my birthday suit to my side of the field.
“Hey! Look over here! Werecat… Aria! Look over here!”
“Damn! She’s tiny but she’s hot!”
“That is one tight-looking pussy.”
“I fucking love half-Asians!”
“She’s half-cat, moron.”
My heart accelerated pre-emptively, and the embarrassment alone had made my vision blurry. It wasn’t anything about what Medea did to me; I was well over that. It was just… Too. Fucking. Shameful.
Naked.
Thirty-five people or so.
Too much!
I grabbed the racket that Diane had used and left just there. I felt something quickly moving close to me and instinctively caught it. It was a ball; someone had thrown it my way, I didn’t see who.
“It’s your serve, Aria!” Jill said in her microphone in a more casual tone that I had seen her employ in the other match.
I looked at Daisy. She already had her racket, and was standing at the ready. I tried to remember; angry instead of embarrassed. Angry instead of embarrassed. Angry instead of embarrassed!!
Oh, it was so easy to hate Daisy!
I put the tennis ball between my two feet, leapt backwards and did a backflip to throw the sucker high into the sky! I confidently looked above and enjoyed that people were looking at the ball for a change instead of at my ass. I crouched and jumped higher that I had ever jumped in my life; twisting myself in the air. In my third sideways spin, I met the ball and I hit it with all I had.
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>>2217540 “EEEEEK!!” went Daisy.
“P-point for Aria!” Jill announced. “Damn, girl! Way to go! This is Aria Bloom, everyone!”
Delicious silence reigned for a few seconds from even before I landed. How did they like that?
“Start stripping, slave!” I barked at Daisy, breaking the air of awe I had inspired. Yes, barked. And I’m a cat. Ha. Ha.
“That was amazing!”
“Aria! Aria! Aria!”
“Gooooo werecat!”
My return Ace was as beastly as my first play. I was on fire. Daisy removed her second shoe, gulping. I played nice for the next two exchanges, then jumped again and smashed the ball so hard I could have seriously hurt Daisy if she had gotten in the way.
Daisy was a complete amateur. Carmen would have struggled against her; that was the extent of her current ability. I kept making one flashy play after the other, making sure there was something to focus on other than my genitalia.
“Point to Aria! Sick backhand, beatufil!” Jill excitedly congratulated me
“Thanks.”
“You’re relying on your weird twisting too much, remember what we talked about? And the spin! Mind your spin…! Oh, right!” Jill for a moment forgot that she was talking on a microphone to a huge audience. “Ehem… Aria, please remove Daisy’s dress.”
“My pleasure.”
I went in all fours, jumped over the net and pounced over Daisy, making her scream. I tore at her dress, quickly slicing in in four parts. Like the cool girl I felt like, I turned away before her dress disintegrated and fell to the ground, blowing at my claws like they were smoking guns.
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>>2217543 People soon started cheering to something other than my body parts; they appreciated and admired my agility, my reflexes and my flexibility. Daisy didn’t have a single fan remaining. Next point, I played with Daisy’s acceptably large bosom, until she moaned, and only then I removed her bra. I wore it over my head like a bandana, the cups covering my ears and nobody stopped me even though I was technically wearing something.
On my next point, I slowly cat-walked to Daisy, already confident in my nudity and gave a few laps around her. She hadn’t even attempted to get the ball I sent her way, being too busy covering her breasts. I passed my tail between her legs, and grabbed her panties from below. When one of Daisy’s arms let go of her tits to shield her crotch, I feigned a bite at it, and when she reflexively pulled back, I striped her.
She stood motionless for a whole second. Then screeched and knelt to cover. I knew what she was going through, and felt no pity; she had made me experience that just a few minutes ago.
“You are going to be my slave,” I warned her. I was one point away from victory, and there was no possible way I would be defeated, even if I was admittedly a little winded up from all my flashy dives and spins.
a) The bonfire is in an hour. Jill’s little even ends. Aria leaves with her new slave.
b) One last event remaining. Mud fight!
c) One last event remaining. Jill’s too used to be naked by now, and has been horny but unable to touch herself all day. She thanks people for coming while working on herself.
d) One last even remaining. Jill has her girls strip down and give a last show to the audience. Jill makes the last one a good one.
e) What last event? The game goes on until people leave. Queue the next tennis match.
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>>2217544 B, I've been enticed by this since it was mentioned, and it's finally the right time to bring it in.
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>>2217544 e: start like c but then someone lock her up in chastity belt
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>>2217535 I meant as in a girl doing something similar to pic related and then moving her body around which would make her breast and nipples press through the fence wire while the audience would also doing other things against her in the process
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Got to admit that the voting options have taken away from the actual story. Too many options and too many conditions. I will still follow the story but voting for me is no longer an option.
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>>2217671 What do you think about the last part? There were five simple options from A to E. Was that more your taste? I would thank you if you could point out at one part you liked and one part you didn't to contrast them. Tell me what you think about the ending of this part.
It is the first time someone has though of my customization mania as a problem, so I want to ask to anyone reading; is it a bad thing? The tons of options and outcomes I propose to mix and match.
It's not a secret I let you guys write half the story with your expectations and that I make notes of suggestions. Maybe 3 customization options in one single part are too many? Maybe 5 possible solutions to one questions are too many? Is there a problem?
>>2217562 Alright, we can manage something like that in the future. Maybe as a dare. I'll try to pitch
>>2217556 as well, but to be honest I don't believe your idea of a chastity belt would be well-received or fitting with the environment of the camp.
>>2217544 Daisy didn’t stand up. We weren’t taking five minutes of rest in between points like the other matches, thank goodness; so she was hurried. Daisy just refused to stand up and kept covering herself, saying she was not going to do anything else and that the game was over.
“Daisy concedes the match; this is a victory for Aria!” Jill said as upbeat as she possibly could and even tried to start a round of applause, but the public just didn’t want to have any of it. They heckled and scowled at Daisy, telling her to stand up.
“You’re the one who got us into this mess, so take responsibility and let’s get this over with!” I resentfully scolded her. She had bitched about things not being fair and now I was standing bare naked in my ready pose and she was covering.
“I’m sorry! I can’t!” she more or less imitated my own behavior from a few minutes prior. “I can’t do it! I can’t!”
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>>2217746 But Daisy was out of luck, her fate had already been decided. Jill started descending from her chair and two volunteers, one of which was Natty who this time was wearing back her clothes, approached with a rope.
“I win, right? I can dress back up?” I begged at no one in particular. Jill nodded.
I bee-lined for my jacket and covered myself with it like it made a difference and I hadn’t been recorded by dozens of cellphones and a professional camera from all possible angles except an eagle-view. My shorts had been lost. When I kicked them away I had mistakenly left them too close to the fence wire and someone managed to grab them, impossible to know who it was or where they had ended up. I instead picked up Daisy’s clothing while she cried and protested.
“Please, don’t do this! Please!” she kept insisting, but her hands were tied behind her back and whatever of the rope remained was used as a leash. I was handed the end of the rope by the time I was done gathering Daisy’s clothes. I never removed the bra from my head; it looked stupid but I didn’t mind.
“I’ll get you your money later, and some of your clothes that you still haven’t picked up,” Jill told me in private; having given up in pleasing the crowd who were still displeased we didn’t play the last point. “As you can see, I don’t have pockets right now. You don’t look like you have where to carry stuff, either,” she correctly noticed. I still had the money I had been paid to pose as a cat, but carrying two-hundred dollars around for someone who lost clothing as often as me was just not a good idea.
“Daisy, let’s go,” I urged her, gently pulling at the rope. “Come on, let’s go! Are you going to stay like that the whole time? You’re being stared at!” Daisy was now unable to cover her chest, but at least in between her legs was still hidden by her insistence to press her body against the court.
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>>2217747 “P-panties!” she glanced at me with tears in her eyes after I unsuccessfully insisted several times for her to move. “Just… just the panties, please! Let me wear the panties and I’ll listen, I swear!” she bargained.
To be honest, I didn’t trust Daisy. She didn’t look like a bad girl, but she was just not able to force herself to do anything too hard even if she had given her word. I still knelt over and she allowed me to help her wear her black panties. If that’s what it took to get her moving, so be it. I inevitably took a very close look to her while dressing her up.
Daisy was pretty. Her nose was straight, and only short of perfection for being a little too wide. Even through her shame, it was easy to tell the cheeks of her pale face were naturally rose-colored. She had a tiny, symmetrical mouth and big, round eyes with some gigantic eyelashes. Her long, blonde hair was curly and smelled nice; she had recently bathed, but not in the showers; not enough chlorine scent. Daisy’s breasts were noticeably bigger than mine, even proportionally. With skin as clear as hers, it was not surprise for her nipples to be pink. The girl was slender with very wide hips; she didn’t trim her intimacy, but the natural growth of her clear pubic hair didn’t seem like an issue. She was completely dry; the embarrassment wasn’t turning her on in any way, shape or form. She really hated what was happening to her.
“T-there, panties!” I put them on after having finished admiring her body. “Will you follow me willingly now?”
“My hands hurt…” she complained.
“Sorry folks!” Jill shouted with the help of her speaker, “The event is almost over! It’s getting late, as you all can see. I don’t know about you, but I still have to take a shower to be at the party this evening.
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>>2217748 “Will you go naked?” Someone shouted a question.
“I will go au natural, but I’ll take something to put on once it starts getting cold,” a few people booed, unsympathetic to Jill. “Oh, get fucked! Anyway! This is the time for the last event! How about a good old-fashioned mud-fight!”
a) Fighters start naked. To win you have to pin your opponent’s back down for three seconds.
b) Fighters start in their underwear. To win you strip your opponent naked. Even if you’re naked, you can tie the game if you strip your opponent down in ten seconds.
Pick your fighters, or not. I have a default team prepared. Suggestions for forfeit accepted, we’ll decide next part.
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>>2217546 Oh, love the image by the way. That's probably Medea's physique in 10-15 years if nothing changes.
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>>2217749 A, having to pin your opponent down will lead to more bodies pressed up against each other and the fighters being muddier by the end.
No specific matchups in mind, but I'd like to see Aria and Leslie in there. Hopefully even Medea, if being covered in mud would serve as protection from the sun well enough for the duration of one fight.
>>2217746 >It is the first time someone has though of my customization mania as a problem, so I want to ask to anyone reading; is it a bad thing? The tons of options and outcomes I propose to mix and match. I like the levels of customization as they are. I can understand how some people might feel otherwise in light of the character customization situation recently, but the majority of your updates hit a good spot of presenting enough options without being intimidating.
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>>2217749 A, /, forfeit: Loser shall allow lifecasting of her private part and be put up for public display in the camp. (but is it doable in the camp, and even if it's doable it might take too long to do it today)
And are they going to find somewhere muddy to do mud fight?
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>>2217749 Man, work a double on Sunday and lose out in all the fun.
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>>2217749 A. Use the default team. Forfeit could be obeying one command from the winner.
I like having customized choices. Even though I sometimes feel indecisive to a dizzying point. But I still enjoy them.
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Wasn't even going to write this one until morning. Somehow found the time.
>>2217864 You didn't miss much. Slow Sunday. From now on, all Sundays have -1 vote requirements.
>>2217752 I'll keep my usual customization pace until Damp of cares elaborates on his thoughts.
>>2217865 That is good; it means more than one option is attractive which is exactly my objective.
>>2217749 It was easier to get the mud to us than to take the whole equipment and setup they had done to a muddy area. Jill had only to insinuate that she needed help and a dozen willing volunteers happily accepted to do her bidding. Some went on to find buckets, some used their bare hands, and a guy literally removed his shirt to transport more dirt; whatever it took as long as they got their little show.
There was no need to bring any mud, the boys made their own. The buckets were reserved for the water, and a pile of dirt was erected with a surprising quickness. Jill wouldn’t allow the event to stain the courts that she considered rightfully hers, so the mud-wrestling would take place just outside. The mud ended up being thick and brown, not very watery.
Desensitization was a weird thing. After so many naked girls parading and showing off, the thing that seemed to excite the boys the most was the possibility of future exposure. Jill’s nudity was, for the most part, ignored. It was of course, impossible not to find at least one person ogling at her beautiful figure at all times, and not always male; she was just not the focus of any real attention and Jill looked very comfortable in her own skin.
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>>2218042 Another pair of nice tits that got mostly ignored where Daisy’s. She had been thoroughly admired at the end of our match; even though not nearly as much as I was during; then forgotten about after everyone had the pictures and footage they wanted. I didn’t have to deal with a bunch of rampaging monkeys –which was a serious possibility I had feared – while leading her out of the fence. Some people did criticize my judgment unfairly.
“Why did you put panties on her?” Andrea asked me. She was wearing a white two-piece bikini. The pool was nearly empty last time I checked with Leslie, I guess not enough people were around to keep Andrea there anymore. “You were supposed to not give back any of her clothes!”
“I’m not giving them back,” I countered. “They’re now mine to throw them away or wear them or whatever. I decided she wears that. If you don’t like it, you can go ahead and challenge someone to a strip match.”
“Don’t you think I wouldn’t!” I didn’t doubt her.
“Can I get everyone’s attention, please!” Jill called while three shirtless boys kept working on making the mud pit. Behind Jill, five girls were standing in attention. Jill was the only one nude. Everyone else had a shirt and a short skirt, and most of them I recognized, like Melanie, Diane or Natty. Kathy was still nowhere to be seen. “All right girls, skirts up!”
The girls, still listening to that mysterious authority Jill had over them, turned to present their backs and bent over, raising their skirts. All were wearing proper underwear, but the pretty pieces of cloth had been fixed to show the totality of their left buttock. All of them had those lines Jill had been drawing on the losers, some more than others.
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>>2218043 “Let me explain!” Jill energetically carried on. “From left to right, Natty has lost two times, Melanie has lost three times, Lise has lost only once, Natty has lost three times, and Diane has lost four times! The ones with the most losses will be our next participants in our mud-fight! That would mean Natty, and either Lise or Melanie; it’s up to you, guys!”
“Nah! We’re tired of them! Do it like last time.”
“Yes! Volunteers!”
“I already have enough material of either of them, except maybe Lise. Bring someone other.”
“Yeah, we’re bored of the same old thing every time.”
The mob quickly agreed to disrupt Jill’s plans. They kept heckling and asking for volunteers, but who the hell would step forward without a strong incentive? I honestly didn’t care either way. I had a pretty slave and if whatever Jill thought was doing ended here, I would lose no sleep over it.
“I’m sorry folks, but I’m running low on funds,” Jill admitted. “You’re going to have to figure this one out by yourselves if you want it your way,” she insinuated there would be no monetary reward twice in a row.
“Someone just do it!”
“Come on, there’s girls around! We just need two of you!”
“Go fuck your mother. I’m not doing THAT.”
I had a great idea that made me change my mind. Now I cared. “I nominate Lillie!” I shouted. “She made Daisy do the last thing, so it’s only fair. I nominate Lillie!” I repeated to make it clear.
“The werecat says Lillie. She did win her game; got starkers and everything. Does she get to choose?”
“Yes, Lillie will do.”
“Lillie! Step up! Come on, whoever you are!”
As expected, all they needed was a name and a reason. Over thirty voices were soon chanting for Lillie to come out.
“You coward!” I taunted. “Not so brave when it’s you on the spotlight, huh?”
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>>2218044 But Lillie did step up. “So you’re challenging me to a mud-wrestle? Okay. You’re on,” Lillie decided.
“N-no! Not me!” That was never my intention. “I am… tired from my last match. It will have to be someone else.”
“Aria! Aria! Aria!” the chanting shifted; Lillie crossed her arms and smugly glared at me triumphantly, managing to shift the momentum I had gained. You couldn’t scratch in wrestling; I stood no chance in a fight with such rules.
“I’ll do it!” a savior emerged from the crowd; not anyone that I expected, but I was grateful nonetheless. “I have a score to settle with this bitch,” Ana threatened.
a) Lillie wins.
b) Ana wins.
Forfeit.
1) Loser attends naked to bonfire party. She can cover herself with mud and that’s it.
2) Loser is required to give pictures of her genitals to anyone who asks for twenty-four hours.
3) Loser gives naked interview at the party in front of most of the camp. Winner decides when the loser will strip and what questions to ask.
4) Loser will be a slave, to continue with that trope.
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>>2218045 B1. It won't be so bad at first but as the mud dries it'll start to fall apart and there's nothing she can do to stop it.
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>>2218049 * The "-" in the post is just a hyphen
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Sorry for my late reply regarding voting. I think less options will give a quicker response (at least from myself). For me, too many options I find myself not voting at all. I am also in a different time zone to most other readers which doesn’t help (your Sunday is my Monday). I have found that there has been a lot of conversations about the voting system and the errors that it produces. I can only speak for myself that too many options tends (eg. voting a to e with an option of 1 to 5 with a variable of 5 if answer is d or e is a bit much). I like the option of your latest post (sorry I can’t quote it in post....I forgot how to even though I asked chapters ago). Giving only a few options and a few variables makes it much easier to vote without over complicating it too much. This is only my option though, and not a request for you to change things if the general consensus likes the current system. You have been extremely flexible with recognising your readers views....maybe too flexible. My suggestion is to simplify the outcomes of the COA. It might give you a quicker voting option and enable you to write your story easier. If a more complicated voting process is he norm, I can easily vote according to what I am comfortable with. I have to commend you on being able to write what you have done in a second language as simply spectacular. Please don’t take my feedback as a compulsory request, rather as just a suggestion. You don’t have to accommodate my needs in your story by any means. I am still a happy reader!
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>>2218085 I think the major problem we have been give is character "rebuilding" which leads to lots of options and stuff where we select what happens, forfeits, and characters. I think just leaving out specifics on who is joining in on things and just leaving to anyone who wants to add to the vote is the best option.
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>>2218045 B3. I like the idea of a girl being naked in the spot light and being asked embarrassing questions.
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>>2218085 >>2218144 I'll try not to go too overboard as the customization of Aria's appearance. Something very similar happened at the beginning of the story, and having to put one single option every part just didn't seem right. We'll figure something out next time Aria plans to change her looks.
If you don't want to read the options, it's fine if you just give a short summary of what you want to happen next and I'll place your vote as either a custom option or count it as a vote for what it most closely resembles of the ones I've given when applicable.
>>2218045 “We have our two volunteers at the ready!” Jill did a fantastic job to hyping it out. The crowd’s passion was lit ablaze and they let her know they were ready for some action.
Ana approached Lillie, people moving out of her way as she walked.
“What’s up, whore?” Ana rudely greeted. I didn’t know there was a grudge between them. I would have liked to know what was up with that.
“I’m going to shut your mouth again,” Lillie spat. I could basically see sparks fly in the middle of their stares.
I wasn’t crazy about the mud-wrestling idea at first; but Lillie versus Ana was a fight I was not missing. I would definitely stay. Medea and Leslie soon found me. They both asked me if I was alright, with the stripping and all.
“I’ll be fine,” I half-lied. It had been a hard experience, but watching two girls I disliked duking it out would be cathartic enough to help. More than anything, I just didn’t want to talk about my match and take my mind off it.
Ana and Lillie exchanged pretty mean words, and then Lille specially was close to jumping her opponent and starting the fight there; they had to be manually separated.
“Get you fucking paws off my tits, asshole!” Lilly elbowed the guy holding her back.
“It’s not my fucking fault they’re half you upper body!” he defended his position. “Just step back! You’ll have your turn at her!”
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>>2218308 The excited horde led both girls to the newly formed mud pit. It was almost perfectly circular, about nine feet of diameter all across, so not good for anything other than a close, intimate encounter. The mud had been thickened on the edges and left more watery in the middle, where there was a small puddle. Either way, no one could hope to enter it without getting messy.
Lillie was escorted to the west side; Ana was facing her on the east. The sun was dimming rapidly, and the sky was turning a very pretty red that I asked Medea to take a picture of – she was still using her parasol and since we had first-row ‘seats’ people behind her kept complaining. All the four of us ducked to shut up the people behind us.
“Alright! Let me tell you guys the rules!” Jill cheerfully said in very high spirits. She still had her mic, so her voice was coming more clearly from the speaker, which was moved to the edge of the tennis fence, close enough for all practical purposes.
“Have them strip already!”
“This is awesome! Much better than tennis!”
“Kiss them for good luck like you did to the werecat!”
“Shut up!” I spat at Denise, standing behind me.
“There’s no time limit,” Jill continued, used to gracefully ignore outrageous comments coming from everywhere at once. “It’s one single round; if you get pinned for three seconds, you lose! No punching, no kicking, no biting; just grappling! I’ll be the referee! I’m showering anyway!” she joked, being the first one to step into the mud. “Brrr! Cold!” she shivered and hugged herself with one hand. “If you could agree what the loser will have to do between yourselves, that’d be great!”
Both Ana and Lillie took off their shoes and socks, and stepped into the fighting pit. Where they planning to fight still clothed? They got close so Jill could alternate the microphone back and forth and we could hear them both.
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>>2218309 “Loser gets her head shaved,” Lillie proposed with a cruel smirk.
“That’d be an improvement on your case,” Ana remarked. “I say the loser has to eat mud!”
The girls were just not in with the program. This was about giving a show, nobody cared about their motivations for fighting one another. Their proposals didn’t garner enough support, and in the end the box of suggestions was brought. Jill grabbed one, and read it aloud. The cheering that ensued denoted that it would do.
“Then, do you agree?” Lillie asked not expecting anyone to back down. “Loser will strip completely naked at the party at the winner’s request, and be interviewed on camera. Will that do?”
“Sure, that’s even better than eating mud!” Ana agreed. Lillie just nodded, not taking off her eyes of her opponent.
“You heard them, guys! We’re all set!” Jill exclaimed, commanding a round of applause and howling. “Now, if you girls could just take off your clothes, we can start this.”
As I guessed, there was no way they could get into a fight with everything still on. Lillie was more confident. She stepped out of the mud, and removed her shorts and shirt. She was wearing a very plain pair of white underpants and a green bra that looked very expensive and not the sort of stuff you’d want to get muddied. Ana wasn’t very pleased to undress at first, but a single mocking smirk from Lillie was enough for her to take off her clothes in a fit of anger. Her underwear was matching with a cute yellow pair with flower pattern; a little childish.
Even when Jill was completely naked and still around, the boys still made their usual commotion at the stripping; however, Jill wasn’t satisfied.
“You misunderstand, contestants,” Jill intervened when both girls stepped back in. “Mud-fights are in the nude. You have to remove your underwear as well.”
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>>2218310 Lillie was the first to try and utter a protest, but as soon as Jill finished her proposal, she got insanely loud widespread support from the whole crowd, me included.
“Take it all off! Yes!”
“Strip for us, whores!” I dared to shout.
“Jill for president! Yes, naked! Naked!”
It was deafening, I covered my ears, but otherwise kept shouting for nudity. They deserved it, and besides, both were attractive and I wanted to see.
Both girls retreated, displeased with where the situation was heading. They looked around and spoke, trying to make people see reason. Their voices were drowned and their pleas ignored.
“Take off your bras! Take off your panties! Take off your bras! Take off your panties!” Jill had started a chant and it was soon imitated by dozens of voices. Ana and Lillie were both trapped inside the circle that the mob had formed, and there was no escape.
Lillie was again, the first to react. She took off her bra and quickly knelt to muddy her bosom. She cringed at the sensation of the cold stuff, but kept at it. Instead of taking off her panties, Lillie grabbed a handful of mud and splattered it on her crotch, then inside of her underpants both front and back. Only when she thought she was covered by mud, she took it all off, but quickly stepped inside the pit, kneeling down and covering her breasts. She was naked, but her good stuff had been mostly hidden.
“Lillie has readied herself!” Jill announced. “Ana, you have ten seconds to get inside or you lose by default! Looking forward to seeing you nude at the party!” she pressured.
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>>2218311 Ana didn’t have the time to be clever like Lillie was. With a backwards counting that Jill immediately started, she was forced to remove her clothes in a hurry, unable to cover. I had never seen Ana naked, and I liked what I saw. Compared to Lillie’s monstrous rack, Ana’s wasn’t all that impressive, but still bigger than mine. She trimmed downstairs bald, and her little thing was open enough even in its un-aroused state to show some pink to the outside. Little brown pubic hairs had started growing, hardly noticeable. Was blonde not her natural color?
Ana jumped to the pit when Jill was on ‘two’; and hurried to muddy her vagina to shield it from sight.
//Ana is going to win, but Lillie is the physical superior. How does Ana win?
a) She stuns Lillie and gets an advantage. Classic underdog turn-around.
b) Lillie keeps cheating and Jill both declares her the loser and has her do an additional forfeit.
c) Ana is forced to ‘fight dirty’ in a way that is not against the rules. The current president of the US would approve.
If there’s any particular move or grapple you want to see them perform during their fight, by all means speak up. Images of things you want me to narrate encouraged.
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>>2218312 A. I don't have a wrestling move in mind. But I have a pic that shows an impractical wrestling submission hold for the occasion.
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>>2218312 C, I admit, sounds fun. Take advantage of Lillie's vulnerabilities.
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>>2218312 C, just because of that analogy
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>>2218312 It can only be C
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A. Thanks for making it easier for me to vote
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A wins, snatching a victory from C's claws. Sadly, no one got grabbed by the pussy.
>>2218427 Sometimes, I may want to make a particularly ambitious voting scheme when the situation presents itself. I apologize in advance, that's just the nature of the beast.
I will try my best to stay under three voting options (a,b,c; 1,2,3 and A, B, C).
>>2218312 “Start!” Jill yelled.
Lillie didn’t delay. She pounced on Ana, who was still busy trying to cover the important parts of her body in mud. Lillie aimed to pin down Ana, succeeding not two seconds into the match, splashing into the arena and splattering mud everywhere; the people sitting on the front rows – there were nearly forty of us who wanted all to see, so people in front were kneeling or sitting –, like myself, would probably not end the match unscathed.
Jill’s commitment to her part was admirable. She jumped into the fray and stained the left side of her body completely by getting into position to start the countdown. “One!” she energetically yelled, still holding her microphone.
Ana, however, quickly freed herself by pushing Lillie back by kneeing her stomach. Lillie grunted in pain.
“This is your one and last warning, Ana! That’s a foul,” Jill sternly judged. “No more kicking or punching or striking of any kind. Next one you lose!” she warned.
Ana nodded in Jill’s way, acquiescing the assessment of her illegal maneuver. Lillie was still stunned and Ana tackled her, hugged her as they both rolled on the mud. The bouncing of the four boobs involved was amazing! I didn’t know I did, but I loved nude fights between girls from now on. Maybe I could play wrestling with some of my friends later?
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>>2218489 The girls were matched in terms of height; although I could only say that because I noticed when they were standing side to side when they were still dressed. It was hard to tell once both were rolling around and had refused to stand up, which I guess was the norm on mud-wrestling.
Between the two, Ana was the slenderer – and in my opinion, the most attractive –. That was not to say Lillie wasn’t pretty, that her eyes weren’t big and emotive, that she didn’t have the cute bubble butt crowning her strong hips or that her jugs were not as massive as Lisa’s. It was just that Ana’s face won out in the end in virtue of her cheekbones, nose and small mouth; there was nothing wrong with her round, nicely shaped and proportioned breasts, or her skinny figure. One could say Lillie was the sexier of the two, Ana was the prettiest.
Lillie’s advantage on having some more meat on her bones than her opponent, and as well as her superior inherent aggressiveness allowed her to shrug off Ana’s attack and to come out on top of the struggle once again. After four rolls, Lillie managed to mount Ana, who lifted her shoulders to avoid being pinned down again.
“Cowgirl! Yeah!”
“Giddy up! Move your hips a little, girl!”
“Don’t muddy the other one’s tits, I like staring at them just the way they are!”
Of course, the demeaning comments from the audience never stopped. I shouted a few of my own and thus I couldn’t blame anyone without sounding like a hypocrite.
Lillie grabbed both of Ana’s arms and pushed back with all her upper-body strength, pinning down her opponent for a second time. Jill started the count as fast as she could, playing her role as the referee flawlessly.
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>>2218490 The count stopped at two this time, two and a half, I would say. Ana kept struggling my moving her butt, and managed to arch her back to stop the count twice in a row. Ana couldn’t get Lillie off whatever she tried, the more she could manage was to use the momentum of her constant butt wiggling to turn herself face down, allowing Lillie to ride on her back instead. Lillie instinctively reached for the hair, Ana yelled.
“No hair pulling. Last warning for you two,” Jill slapped Ana’s hands away. “Do you know how wrestling works? Grappling! Grabs! You were doing fine until now. The next one to play dirty loses by default and gets an additional forfeit, you guys got that?” Jill adamantly stated, insisting in a ‘clean’ fight, or the closest approachable in such circumstances.
“Oh, I know wrestling,” Lillie declared, spitting some mud. “Wanna see?” she dared, not only to Jill but the crowd.
Lillie playfully tambourine’d on Ana’s butt, who was trying to crawl away, still with Lillie on top. Despite the recent warning, Jill allowed it. Lillie then jumped on Ana’s back, grabbing both arms and twisting at them painfully. Ana complained to no avail.
“If she gives up she loses, too; right? That happens in wrestling,” Lillie negotiated. Jill soon gave an affirmative answer. Either verbally announcing defeat or tapping at the mud thrice in a row would be good enough.
With a clear advantage, Lillie first stood up, and then entwined one foot along one of Ana’s stepping on her thighs; the other foot followed. Lillie then collapsed backwards, rolling on her back and in an impressive feat of strength, considering she couldn’t have been over fifteen pounds heavier than her opponent at most, Lillie held Ana upwards.
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>>2218491 Ana’s forced position was extremely embarrassing! She was render unable to move with her arms held backwards, her legs tied down by Lillie’s, her back forcefully arched and her legs forcefully spread. All of that while held in height by Lillie, who while struggling to lift her opponent, was still openly laughing it out.
Ana yelled out in pain and shame. Even when her crotch was covered with mud, in that position it was easy to see her shaved genitals very clearly. I didn’t mind admitting they looked nice. “So cute!” I exclaimed, getting a great view at Ana’s spread little vag; and I was hardly the only one to compliment it.
“Now that’s the shot I was waiting for!” said the camera guy.
“Hold her like that for longer!”
“Go, Lillie; teach that whore what’s what!”
“Ana, don’t give up! It’s… it’s fine, so what if everyone’s seen inside your pussy?”
“I’d lick the mud out of that cunt, and I don’t care who knows it.”
Encouraged by the crowd, Lillie kept at it, while all Ana could do was shake her head in a perpetual denial of approval to what was happening to her. “N-no!” she often screamed. The hold continued for fifteen more seconds, Lillie pushed Ana up and down using mostly the strength on her formidable legs; but in a single moment everything reversed. Lillie’s arms faltered and she was forced to let go.
Ana hit Lillie with the back of her head, but not in purpose. She just fell down when her weight was no longer supported, getting Lillie right in the forehead. Ana jumped to the side, crying in pain holding her head. Lillie hardly reacted, just splattering eagle-spread on the mud, grunting.
“Ana! Now! Now, damn it!” Denise shouted, her mouth just inches away from my ears. She startled me and I bit her chin. She had to calm me down by petting at my neck. Seeing it worked, she moved to my breasts, but I bit her hands away.
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>>2218492 Ana meanwhile recognized the chance she was presented and even while still crying, jumped over Lillie, making her expel a painfully-sounding muted shriek.
“One, two, three!” Jill stepped in and counted in rapid succession. Lille was stunned and couldn’t react in time. It was over.
a) Aria follows Jill to the showers and Jill makes good on her indecorous proposals.
b) Aria returns to the cabin to see what she could wear to the bonfire (skip to it).
c) Aria asks Medea to brew something for her hair before the white parts become noticeable.
d) Aria plays with her slave in the woods, stimulated by the recent spectacle.
e) The crowd pesters Aria and she has a rough time.
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>>2218494 A, another scene like this would be really nice, and we can hear how Jill feels about today. Maybe even invite her to the game tonight, though she might have other commitments.
And of course, we have to take our slave with us, but to keep her from getting in the way we can just leave her tied up outside.
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>>2218498 A and with slave
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>>2218494 A. I like Yawn's idea
>>2218498 and hope there is time for option D after A.
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>>2218494 “G-get off me!” Lillie easily pushed away the weakened Ana.
“Ana wins!” Jill officially announced. Ana received well-deserved a celebratory cheer. That pose Lillie had forced on her couldn’t be easy to live down.
“Like fuck she does!” Lillie almost cut Jill off, but drowning a voice coming out of a speaker was pretty hard. “That wasn’t three seconds!”
“It’s count to three, not three seconds,” she was quickly, collectively corrected.
“You lose, moron!”
“Shave that damned thing before the party!” I added. Lillie’s pubes were so stuck in mud it was not very easy to see them, but she had an undeniable bush.
Lillie was not convinced, but she didn’t need to be. She kept arguing with the crowd, making herself only more unlikeable and receiving nothing but derisive comments about accepting her defeat. Someone even threatened that if she was going to be a sore loser and be a no-show at the bonfire, some people would just drag her and make it worse for her.
“Wait! What happened to my clothes!” it was hard to make out Ana’s voice in between the banter and noise. Her clothes weren’t where she left them, from what I gathered. Did she seriously just left them lying around instead of handing them to a friend to safekeeping? I didn’t notice, but if she did, what else did she expect? I learned that lesson the hard way. “Who took my clothes?” she kept insisting, and Lillie heard her.
“Hey! What gives! You fucking thieves! Who took my stuff? Give it all back right the fuck now!” Lillie cursed at the top of her lungs, commanding attention.
In response she only got laughter and condescendence. Nobody stepped up, and to me it looked like she would have to accept the loss of her clothes like I accepted the loss of my shorts. They had their friends around to help and they had been seen naked by everyone anyway. They would be fine.
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>>2218749 That wouldn’t mean that they had to be happy about it. “My wallet was in there!” Lillie fretted. “Whoever took it is a fucking mugger!” From an indeterminate position, a cloth rectangular object hit her from the back, and flopped gracelessly into the mud; a coin purse.
Denise and Tammy stepped in as soon as Ana left the mud. She was still tearing up from the hit she got on the back of her head. She was cupping both breasts, one with each hand, and walking with her legs closed together, between that and the mud, her private parts weren’t that easy to perceive.
Tammy was brave enough to take off her shirt and show up the blue, tight tank-top she had underneath in order to give Ana something to cover herself with. Lillie kept making a fool out of herself, shouting and demanding her clothes, still not accepting her defeat. All covered in mud like she was, it kind of gave her the appearance of an uncivilized, naked savage. I took a picture of her muddy butt with Medea’s phone for posterity’s sake.
“The games are over, folks! It’s late and I’m tired! I hope you all had fun! Thanks to Dugald for the speakers and for putting up this event in such short notice! A round of applause, if you please!” Jill enthusiastically tried to both give a conclusion to her little show and to calm down the fight that was starting to spring in which Lillie and her friends called bullshit on the results and on the disappearance of the clothes.
Jill was not very successful, the Dugald guy only got a few claps here and there. Jill didn’t mind that much. She handed over the mic, and confidently approached me. In a way, I was jealous she could be so naked so casually; and of course, I hoped I never had to be in the same position in my life; I would rather spout whiskers.
“Had fun?” Jill asked me, helping Medea and me up. “Today got crazy, huh?”
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>>2218751 “I admire your entrepreneurship,” Medea praised her. I offered a helping hand to Leslie and between the two of us raised Daisy, who had her hands tied behind her back. “Excuse my bluntness, but was this activity profitable?” Medea interestedly pondered.
“Nah, not really,” Jill confessed, shrugging and starting to slowly walk away from the crowd. She obviously wanted to get away and I was happy to oblige. “Most of the actual profits are what Aria earned on her match. It’s okay!” she added, interrupting me before I began to speak, correctly guessing I would feel bad about taking the lion’s share of what she had been doing the whole day. “You deserve it, and I didn’t do it for money.”
“Where are you headed next?” I dumbly asked, realizing the obvious answer. Jill had even stated so beforehand.
“To take a shower. I’m a mess,” Jill evidenced. A nearby lamp-post startled me by turning itself on. I didn’t notice those things all that much anymore, but it was getting dark. Medea had her parasol folded to her side. “Care to join me?” Jill insinuated that cleaning me up was not what she had in mind.
I wanted to scream ‘YES!’; the whole thing Jill had organized had been too much. It was painful to be so aroused and not able to do anything about it. I would have probably given a very effusive answer if I wasn’t still basically in public and Leslie or Daisy weren’t just there to listen.
“S-sure. Some mud got in… my legs,” I unsuccessfully tried to play it cool. My tail quickly betrayed me, swinging left and right, curling and stretching. I looked down and blushed. It was very inconvenient to have such an obvious tell.
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>>2218752 “Aria, no bullshit. I’m soaking wet and I can’t take it any longer. I’ve been hanging around a huge crowd all naked for the whole day, sorry for the dirty talk, but my pussy’s been itching the whole time. I’m not going to sugar-coat it. I’m going to rock your world. You’re in or out? Any of your friends can join. I don’t care,” Jill plainly stated, disarming me. “I don’t even care if we do it right here. I have no shame left to care about.”
“Uh… uh…” my face flared up and I unconsciously stopped walking. Of course my answer was going to be affirmative – so long as we actually didn’t just lay on the grass and started having public sex –, but why did she have to say it like that? I heard a snicker to my back and I didn’t dare to turn and see who it was.
“While tempting, I am afraid I have to reject the offer,” I hated that Medea could always keep her cool even in situations like this while I was such a transparent book for anyone to read. “Maybe in another occasion? I do mean it. Aria is a fantastic lover and you come with very high recommendations, Jill.”
“I…I have something to do!” Leslie ran off.
“Y-you don’t mean…? You’re not actually going to…? But you’re both girls!” Daisy said, alarmed.
a) No one but Aria and Jill.
b) Medea is convinced to join.
c) Daisy needs to be taught to leave her inhibitions behind.
d) Leslie is convinced to join.
Noting but A is non-exclusive. No out option this time, Aria and Jill going on at it already had won. If Daisy doesn’t join, she’ll be forced to wait outside. Medea is perfectly sated, she’s no danger. If you want something specific to happen (including skipping the scene) as always, the floor is open.
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>>2218753 Gonna have to go with A on this one. As fun as an orgy would be, adding other people reduces the intimacy of the moment between Aria and Jill, and none of these options would add enough to make up for that.
In a day or two, when Aria and Jill have more experience with each other and less to talk one on one about, we can see what bringing people like Leslie and Medea into the mix will do.
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>>2218757 Send her to the cafeteria to get food? I don't think Aria got supper, and Jill might not have either.
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A with Daisy forced to watch and possibly join in enf style.
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>>2218758 I would prefer but cannot think of something more interesting. Also I would like to keep her somewhere nearby that would be virtually (but not physically) restrained at a static place as that could be more conscious and embarrassing than naked running around. And hopefully make it less likely for her to develop the idea of run away until being asked which would make the situation more lewd.
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>>2218753 A. Let Jill and Aria have there moment.
Ana and her mean girls group or someone else could conveniently swing by to distract Daisy and Leslie.
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>>2218753 A. Now is the time to test the waters with Jill. We can see if Medea wants us tomorrow.
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Sorry, Thursdays are always a pain in the ass.
A won, obviously.
>>2218753 “Daisy, you’re being loud,” I recovered my voice, but still couldn’t look anywhere but my feet and my tail was still quite uncontrollable. Why didn’t Daisy just grab the mic and announce what Jill and I would be doing? I heard more giggles behind me.
“I’m pretty sure you were there for the announcement I made last night, so what are you surprised about?” Jill answered, bored and not willing to keep engaging in pointless talk. She snuck a hand beneath my jacket and grabbed my butt, pushing me forward.
“Eeek!” I yelped in surprise, but did press the pace at Jill’s insistence.
Leslie ran off before we could stop her. Medea said a polite goodbye to us all and went in the direction of the forest to cut way; or maybe because that was actually her destination. Who could tell?
“What’s wrong, Daisy?” I tried to hurry as Jill wanted me to, but Daisy was now resisting me pulling her rope like she was a stubborn mule.
“This is just a bet. I’m not a real slave. I’m not doing that,” she seriously remarked, starting to smell of fear.
“Doing wha- Eeek! Jill, stop it!” From grabbing my butt, one of her fingers had gone a little forward. Not yet. She couldn’t do that just yet.
“We’re not going to rape you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Jill explained. I would have, but was currently unable to because of what Jill’s left hand was doing with me. “I don’t think the crowd will be happy if we set you free right now, okay? They can be really rowdy. Follow us for now. We’ll figure something out.”
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>>2219130 We didn’t figure anything out, but someone else did for us. Jill hurried to leave the area surrounding the courts and I followed as fast as Daisy would allow me. I had been meaning to have a talk with her about the whole business of attacking her out of the blue; at the very least she deserved a heart-felt apology. Jill was quite energetic and we made it to the showers fairly quickly considering all of us were barefoot – not a problem for me –, it was dark – again, not a problem for me –, and frankly, quite tired despite the horniness. People were behind us. Plenty of them, not everyone heading in the same direction of course, but once Jill event’s was over it was understandable a sizeable chunk of the mob would find no reason to stick around. We were still at the vanguard, the ones with the biggest hurry.
“I hear you’re having trouble keeping your slave girl in line,” Denise approached me from behind and asked me. Ana, dressed in only a flimsy button-up shirt, and Tammy were with her. Denise was the only one who seemed to have any interest in Daisy. “Do you want me to take care of her for you? I’ll treat her nice,” she insinuated.
Before Denise talked to me, I was wondering if I would have to tie Daisy to the lifeguard chair or something. What Denise would surely do was not very consistent with what Jill had just promised Daisy, but it was a solution nonetheless.
“I would thank you if you can take care of her for a little while,” I offered Denise the rope. In my opinion I was still not in friendly terms with Ana and her crew, but we weren’t sworn enemies of something like that anymore.
“Don’t you worry,” Denise mockingly eased me, and scared Daisy in the process. “She’s in good hands.”
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>>2219131 In a more regular situation, I would have given more thought to the decision, but Jill kept trying to pull me into the showers, and I very much wanted her to succeed. I left Daisy to the mercy of Denise and Tammy. Ana came inside with Jill and me.
“I’m not going to judge, or get in the way. Just do what you have to do and don’t let me bother you,” Ana closed her eyes, raised her hands like she was surrendering to an armed police officer, and went ahead of us into the showers still wearing her shit. She was just there to clean herself.
Luckily, the rightmost shower was vacant; it was the best spot. We were all alone besides Ana, and we quickly entered to get busy. I removed my jacket and just left it on the floor.
Jill pushed me inside of the shower and kissed me, forcing her tongue inside of my mouth and keeping me against a wall before even bothering to turn on the shower or to wait for Ana to turn of hers to hopefully help with the noise.
“I’ve been holding back for so long!” Jill bitterly complained between a pause she gave me to breathe, then pressed her lips against mine once again, and started rubbing my breasts.
My hands were busy trying to stop Jill’s push – but not really – while my tail slowly caressed at her crotch, which as advertised, was incredibly wet. The fur absorbed the fluids so quickly I could almost feel the weight of it increase.
I slid down the wall. Jill decided that was enough making out and we separated, gazing into each other’s eyes with smiles on our faces, both trying to discern what the other one wanted, and quite willing to please. For seconds all we could hear was my purring.
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>>2219132 I was the first to move, reaching for Jill’s amazing boobs. I had stared at them for hours and now I had them all to myself. The right one was untarnished by mud and I started sucking on it, Jill threw back her head in approval, gently patting me with one hand and tickling where my butt-crack ended and my vagina started with the other.
Jill again took dominance and rolled me face up on the tiled floor, facing her beautiful, sweaty, smirking face. My tail had already entered her, but she shook her head slowly. “Not yet, save it for the end,” she asked me with an expression of bliss saying she enjoyed me moving inside of her.
“I’ll go slow,” I proposed. Jill grabbed me by the hips, and slid me forward, so my pelvis could meet her face. My tail was just not enough to stay inside as she did this.
Jill also went slow; at first. She carefully bit at my outer labia, pinching them causing this mixture of delight and slight pain that just made my head spin. Before it started becoming uncomfortable, she switched to thoroughly licking me, from bottom to top, very slowly and very noisily.
I was loud myself, I couldn’t help it. When Jill spread my pussy with both her thumbs so she could go deeper I must have yowled hard enough to alarm someone. I climaxed fast, arching my back and pressing my pelvis forward while Jill went at it without giving me a break, not until I was done jerking around in pleasure.
“I want to eat you, next,” I pleaded. I needed Jill’s scent within me forever. Jill tacitly accepted, but first stood up and turned on the shower.
The left side of her body was completely covered in mud, some of it made it near her vagina and I guessed she didn’t want me to have to lick that clean, although I would have if I had to.
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>>2219133 With Jill still standing, I knelt in front of her and indulged myself. First I used my hands, to wash away anything that I didn’t want to taste; I inserted my fingers a little just to remember what her soft, pink, velvety insides felt like on my fingertips. Unashamed of my nature, I pulled Jill away from the water so nothing would get in the way and I took a long, deep whiff at Jill’s delightful pussy, going as far as to touch it with my nose. “You smell amazing,” I told her, thanking me for letting me have this. I couldn’t tell what face she was making, I had closed my eyes.
After enjoying the scent, it was now the time to taste it. I moved my lips up and down, like I was nibbling on something really soft – in a way I was – and didn’t get my tongue involved until I could feel once again Jill’s juices overflowing. They were so tasty! Jill was sweeter than most, less acid but somehow a little spicy. Sampling her honey I almost forgot I was trying to please her. I got to work immediately.
Having had no better teacher than Erika, I got my hands involved. First, I tasted Jill’s cute, little clit; sucking at it for a bit, then pressed and played with it with my thumb. “Yes! Y-yes! Yes, Aria!” Jill made me very happy by yelling out my name. Willing to experiment and try something new, I was brave enough to prod at Jill’s anus with a finger, just to see how it went. She didn’t protest; my mouth meanwhile opened and closed like I was a drowning fish. It was my intention to foreplay with Jill a little longer, but she couldn’t keep it together and also approached her boiling point about as fast as I did.
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>>2219134 She just screamed like she had broken a finger, holding nothing back.
a) Jill and Aria have a talk (and a little more sex) to catch up. Jill gives a quick summary of her day.
b) Ana has been spying on them; Jill “punishes” her for it.
c) Jill insists they must train Daisy properly.
d) Jill convinces Aria to walk naked to the cabins. They can’t cover by themselves, but can cover one another. A little fantasy of Jill’s.
e) Tons of people have been listening from outside. The pair receives a standing ovation as they exit.
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>>2219135 A+D+E, we can get full closure about how Jill feels about the penalty game and then have the two of them trick themselves into parading naked in front of everyone.
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>>2219135 A+D+E. I am also curious how Jill feels about her nude penalty. But a nude walk with an audience sounds good too.
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>>2219138 Fantastic ENF scene, made me fall in love with Code Geas. A character based on her should be introduced at one point.
A+D+E won.
E is pending, but happening.
>>2219135 “Getting it out of your system?” I giggled at her, amused at her reaction.
“S-shut sh-AAH! Shut up!” she stuttered as she had an orgasm, trying to speak. “C-come c’mere a-AHH- and…!”
For over ten seconds, Jill was unable to use words properly, it was hilarious. She still earnestly tried to use some awful hand signs to communicate what she wanted, or more needed, to happen right away. I hurried to obey.
Jill lay on her side and I lay beside her, just inverted. Her crotch was facing my face; my crotch was facing her face. I also wanted it to happen, very badly. I was the first to start using my mouth. Jill started stimulating me with two fingers, twisting them clock and counterclockwise.
It was really silly, but we were again having a competition. It was insanely fun. Our objective was to paralyze one another, try to stun each other with pleasure. Jill got the first victory, forcing me to stop my licking at my clit with the very tip of her tongue in tandem with some more twisting on her hands.
I counter-attacked opening Jill’s vagina as wide as it would go – which honestly it wasn’t a hell of a lot – and sucking on her walls. I was really close a couple of times, but never could quite manage to make Jill completely stop on her tracks, like she did a couple of times to me. From the position of sixty-nine, I couldn’t use my tail so my ultimate weapon was a moot point.
I felt a little bad for ‘losing’, which mean I wasn’t delivering as much pleasure as I was receiving. I wanted Jill to feel good. Once we were finally done after a rather short session for how horny we were when we started; I dumbly apologized to Jill. She called me a moron and kissed me. The taste of the both of us mixing in our mouths was arousing.
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>>2219243 It was kind of over, but we never actually stopped. We rested under the hot water – which in my excitement I ignored and now that I was soaked I didn’t care anymore – occasionally giving pecks to affection to our mouths or parts of our faces, with one stubborn hand at all times mildly touching and playing each other’s genitals.
“Ugh. The party is about to start and I’m already spent. What a day!” Jill complained. “Hey. Come closer. I love your purr; I want to feel it,” I indulged her; resting my head on her chest and letting her have a hand over my neck. “I never cared much for cats but, you’re changing my mind.”
“How was it?” I broadly asked, nuzzling to Jill and feeling very good about my life right that moment.
“I already told you, it was great. Don’t worry about that stuff, okay? You’re just more sensitive, and that’s fine.”
“No, I mean… well, thanks. But I mean, your day. How was it?”
“Sheesh,” Jill heavily exhaled. “Aria, let me tell you a story.”
Jill had woken up to hear repeatable alarm. Too early for her taste. She considered very heavily staying in bed the whole morning, unwilling to both move and to have to deal with the consequence of her dare. She allowed herself half an hour more of sleep.
Jill’s cabin was packed full of early birds, so Kathy and her were left alone by the time Jill decided to raise up. I didn’t know if to believe her, but Jill insisted it was extremely hard to convince Kathy to get out of the cabin the way they were. I had seen first-hand the kind of authority Jill commanded.
The both of them received very curious stares and comments when they went out naked into the world. It was very awkward and embarrassing; Jill had just been nude in front of literally the whole camp, but going out like that when the sun was out, she told me, was a new low; she couldn’t believe she was doing it. I noticed that her hand on my crotch sped up as she told me that part.
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>>2219244 After the ordeal of making it all the way to the courts carrying nothing but her visor – that I just noticed she didn’t have on her – and a rather empty duffel bag – no change of clothes necessary – and of course, having to basically drag Kathy along, Jill was received on her very turf with expressions of amazement of all her peers.
Because of what Erika had imposed on all of us about not talking about our dares or penalties as we were performing them. Several people outright asked if she was going to become a nudist, or asked her what was her announcement the other night all about. It took a while to calm them down. Jill improvised and decided to start what I saw with Medea; the only reason she gave was that she felt like people under her training regime weren’t progressing fast enough and more extreme methods were needed to speed up the process.
Before long, word spread around and in a few hours the crowd had grown to a considerable size. Jill confessed to have felt amazing being naked for so long around so many people, and not even being the focus of all attention. The crowd by itself started organizing events, and with a little steering, Jill was able to make something happen that she could consider both fun, not very embarrassing for her, and of course, very arousing. Jill stressed that the impulse to masturbate nearly defeated her more than once, but in the end all she could manage was a quickie on a bathroom break.
I asked about Kathy, Jill just told me that it would be better if I saw the videos or asked Kathy herself. It hadn’t escaped Jill that Kathy and I weren’t in good terms and she encouraged me to get along with her; that Kathy meant well, just couldn’t help but be a bit of a troll. I promised to try.
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>>2219245 Jill’s even peaked before long, and it became more organized, more than Jill had hoped or expected. They pooled resources, obtained equipment from the camp’s offices to be transported all the way to the courts, started charging entrance fees, took a few female volunteers for a couple of events even if they always left after only appearing ‘on stage’ but once, and according to Jill I was lucky to not have appeared until the mob had already tired itself and were used to the spectacle of naked girls prancing around. It would have been a lot harder for me had that not been the case, and no only because of my condition.
“Well,” Jill stood up, and stretched, finally letting go off me. “What do you say we go back? The water bill to the camp in just our account is going to be insane as it is,” she joked.
“You haven’t even showered, though,” she had just rinsed. “We didn’t bring shampoo or anything, and there’s no one around to ask for any,” I reasoned. “Yeah, I guess we better just go.”
Jill got the shower handles for me. There was no need to open the lock; we hadn’t even bothered to close it. “Aria,” she addressed me, “crazy idea,” she warned.
“Yes?” I expectantly responded, not minding if she wanted a bit more action.
“Would you mind…? Can I somehow convince you to walk naked with me?” she tentatively pondered, acting a little coy.
My immediate reaction was ‘nope, no way’; but I resisted the urge of outright saying that. Instead, I began formulating how to deny Jill’s request without sounding too harsh. Sadly, once again my answer was written all over my face – and tail.
“Come on! It’ll be fun!” she insisted with a smile. “We’ll go like this.”
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>>2219246 Jill got close to me and grabbed my hands, making us perform a rather bizarre pose. Next to one another, my hand was covering Jill’s pussy, Jill’s hand was covering mine and we covered our respective breasts with the remaining hand as we could. “Huh?” Jill excitedly expected my opinion. “Doesn’t it…? You know? Don’t you want to try?”
I had learned to be fond of Jill as of late; but all I could do was look at her like she had gone mad. No words were needed.
“Aria, please!” she pleaded.
“Jill…” it was just too embarrassing. A bunch of people had been at the courts and probably found nothing else to do there. If they were heading to the cabins, some would probably come this way. It was too crazy of an idea.
“We’ll go to my cabin and I’ll give you back your clothes. Those you changed with Melanie when we first met. We’ll get you your two-hundred dollars and we’ll go to the party together. I’ll go buck naked, you can wear whatever you want,” she coaxed me. “You can molest me in the way, anything you want to do.”
“It’s just…” I tried to come up with something other than ‘I really don’t want to do it’, but it was proving to be challenging to do so.
“Aria, pleeeease,” Jill did puppy eyes, getting in front of me and grabbing both my hands. “It would be so… hot. You know? Going out naked? But you wouldn’t be alone. You really don’t want to do it, not even a little?”
Fantastic. Jill was an exhibitionist. “You people are crazy,” Ana came out of her booth, wearing a soaked shirt, but now at least clean. She didn’t mind us or our conversation that much, and just walked out.
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>>2219247 “You do this for me, I’ll return the favor,” Jill kept insisting. I had run out of things to say about it. “Anything you want. Anything! Come on, Aria! Do this one thing for me!”
a) Aria just can’t accept.
b) Aria gets herself a girlfriend.
c) Jill can’t wear clothes for the rest of the camp.
d) Aria asks for an orgy. At least five girls, they must all be cute.
e) Aria asks for complete authority over Kathy.
f) Jill must move to Aria’s cabin. There’s a vacant bed.
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>>2219248 Vote for accept without extra condition, with the fact that she have no clothes left in mind
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>>2219248 I like F, pretty much solidifies her as a permanent member of the group, and C is also very enticing (not to mention it helps normalize extreme options like that for the later days of camp).
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>>2219248 F+C. Nude Jill joins the coven, Maybe?
I imagine that at least Medea needs to approve of this. Not that I think there is any reason to for her to object. But maybe the other cabin-mates might object.
Who knows Lisa could object because that would be one more person that she would have to share Aria's snuggle at night. Erika could be a little jealous and/or afraid that she will be sidelined by Jill (Erika seems to love having intimate moments with Aria after all)
Also maybe B can happen later
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>>2219248 F/-B.
I'd like to see us trying to date Medea before we confirm our relationship with Jill.
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Accept without condition (like
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>>2219248 “I… I don’t know,” I tried to look away, but Jill would always find my face.
“But it would be so erotic!” Jill spilled; kind of melting away in just her little fantasy. “Just the two of us, all nude, I know it’s embarrassing at first, but you’ll see in a few days we’ll be laughing about it.”
“But Jill, I don’t want people to see…! To see my body!”
“They won’t! I’ll cover you first priority, I swear,” she assured me. “You have a nice figure, it’ll be fine. Don’t be so insecure!”
“I’m not being insecure!” I remarked. Not wanting to go around streaking had less to do with insecurity and more with common decency. Not that I was calling Jill indecent. Well, maybe I was; but I also kind of liked her for that.
“Then how about…” Jill pondered for a short while. “…how about I invite you to my house en exchange?”
“Jill, you would invite me regardless. You can go to mine anytime you feel like it, too. We’re in each other’s life, now.”
I was being a little derisive, pointing out that she had proposed something nonsensical, but Jill grinned from ear to ear, beaming at me. “Yeah, I guess we are,” she replied in a good mood. “But then, what can I say to convince you to do it? It’s not like they haven’t seen you naked before. I’m not trying to be mean, but that’s the truth.”
I cringed just thinking about it. I had been trying hard to suppress it, to not even think it. Truth of the matter was; one would struggle to find a single person who hadn’t seen me naked at one point or another, or at least had seen a video of me. Maybe people on the staff of the camp, maybe. And the thing I was certainly trying as hard as I could to avoid even considering is what to do if any of the videos or images made it to an actual porn site, what if they already hard?
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>>2219423 “But it’s okay!” Jill ran to place her hands on my shoulders reassuringly, noticing the face I was making and probably having a general idea of my thought process. “Not to be a show-off; but I’m going to be the main attraction, both in and out of this place. I’m not super famous or anything, but I kind of made a name for myself here and there,” she scratched her chin with just her index, nervously. “Some people are going to have a field-trip with the stuff I’ve shown here. Phew! But no use worrying about it now!” she tried to cheer herself up.
Yeah, Jill’s philosophy was probably for the best. The damage was done. All that remained was enjoying the days we had left on the camp. I didn’t know what made me sigh and say “So I can ask for anything right?”
“You’re doing it? For real? Oh, thank you! This is going to be great! I promise!” she gushed. “Yes, anything, ask away!”
“Can you move in with us? With Erika, and me and Medea and Lisa? To our cabin?” I felt a little guilty for leaving Carmen’s name out, but I felt I was going to long on my clarification.
“Oh”, Jill’s expression soured a bit. “I mean, I kind of have to keep an eye on Kathy and Melanie, then there’s the tennis stuff and…” now I was the one making the puppy eyes. She did say ‘anything’. “Yeah… okay. We’ll get my stuff and move it to your place, our place.”
“And can you tone down the tennis stuff a little?” I kept asking for things. Tennis occupied too much of Jill’s time. She needed to do something else!
“You got it,” she quickly agreed. “I was kind of thinking to take a break from going to the courts tomorrow after… you know. I’m going to need some time.”
“And can you get naked anytime I want? Like, anytime?” I got greedy.
“Whoa! Okay, let’s just stop right there. That’s two things you’ve asked!”
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>>2219425 “It’s going to be really hard to me to walk back naked!” I pressed. My price hadn’t been reached yet.
“Sheesh. Fine. I’ll do you one better,” she negotiated. “Let’s do the opposite thing. I won’t wear anything without your permission. If I can’t get it, I’ll stay naked for the rest of the week.”
“I like that!” I admitted, getting a little excited just thinking about being able to decide what Jill would wear or not wear at any given time, like my personal, pretty, redhead doll.
“Then it’s a deal,” Jill settled. I nodded. “Alright, pay up. Leave that jacket on one of the lockers… or just there, really, and let’s get out of here.”
It might sound dumb, but just at that very moment I truly realized what I had signed for. Certainly, I would get Jill as a roomie; and the whole bit about the doll, but it would come at an egregious price; what was more, I had agreed to it already.
What made me realize was not Jill settling it, it was taking notice for the very first time that we were hardly alone. We were alone in the showers, and in the dressing room; sure. But there was a thunderous commotion just outside. Thunderous to me, I was more or less getting better at judging what regular people could hear and there was a high chance Jill hadn’t noticed.
Jill stepped to my side, and put my hand on her crotch, happily. She covered mine, and we effectively walked on three legs, Jill was matching my pace.
“You know? You walk funny, “she said. “You’re always in your tip-toes. Is this a ballet thing or something? Or is it the cat stuff?”
I didn’t have time to answer, the whispering and voiced were getting louder, and if Jill could tell she made no attempt to communicate it verbally or otherwise. Once I was unable to continue to take the lead on our walk due to what was pure, unadulterated shame, Jill was the next to dictate the pace.
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>>2219427 Once single step outside of the dressing rooms, and I had already regretted everything I had bargained for. What had to be close to the whole mob from the tennis games was now out there. In a terrible cacophony, they all cheered in unison.
“Jill has done it again! She’s fucked the werecat!”
“You guys were so noisy!”
“Lesbians are so hot!”
“You forgot your slave!”
Vision? Blurry. Equilibrium? Losing it. Conscience? Fading.
a) Aria faints. She’s carried all the way, unable to cover but barely conscious.
b) The crowds leave Jill and Aria be; opening way for them and just treating them like newlyweds.
c) The crowd refuses to let them go without them offering a show first.
d) The crowd refuses to let them go without a nude interview.
e) Jill and Aria flee the scene as they can.
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>>2219428 C or D, let's appease the crowd a little.
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>>2219428 Random between C or D. I can't choice between the two for the life of me.
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>>2219428 Jill held me from falling backwards. I was in no condition to notice it then, but later I realized she had to uncover her breasts in order to achieve it. While it probably was no big deal for her anymore to go around with those out, the gesture was appreciated nonetheless.
It was hard to make anything out. To me, it sounded like a bunch of wild animals. I tried stepping back into the changing room, but my strength faltered and with Jill holding my back with very good intentions; it was just not going to happen.
As Jill said I would be, I was covered; the barest essentials were hidden from view by Jill’s hand and my own arm. It didn’t change that once again, I was naked in front of a crowd and this time there was no wired fence between everyone else and me. People were as close as a few feet apart, they had but to stretch their hands to get to me; it was terrifying and unnerving.
“I think we’ve both shown you folks enough, wouldn’t you say?” Jill boomed. “What do you say you let us get some rest?”
Unbelievably, they listened to Jill. The seemingly uncontrollable mob split apart just in half, making a way for us like it was the red sea. Just when I was about to think something along the lines of ‘well, that’s nice of them’, they once again showed their true colors.
Since they had the speaker, some smartass was playing the Mendelssohn’s Wedding March. Some anger and annoyance washed a little bit of my shame, allowing me to recover some of my motor functions but still had to be led by Jill. We still had a hand on each other’s pubic area, Jill took part on the joke by waving and smiling with her ‘free’ hand, while I just looked at the floor like I wanted it to disappear and swallow me.
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>>2219651 We marched slowly forward, our way being littered by rice. One of the damn grains got near my ear and I instinctively shook my head in a spin I didn’t know I could do. Since then, I got the ears backwards and down to avoid further incident, and howled distrustingly. In just a few steps we had advanced enough for people to take a full view at our rears. I covered my butt-crack as I could with my tail, but there was just no hiding most of my anatomy from all those hungry, mocking eyes.
Some laughed, some cheered; I think a girl took it seriously since she was emotionally crying when we went past her. At the end of the aisle th
ey had made with their bodies, Denise was waiting for me with Daisy.
Daisy’s panties were gone, and I didn’t see any of her clothes that I had picked up back at the courts anywhere near her tied hands. I wasn’t willing to ask about them right now, and just accepted Denise had stripped and gagged my slave, then wrote with permanent marker on the poor thing’s ass ‘Just Married’.
Jill was handed the ‘reins’ to Daisy and while neither of us mounted her, Jill played along like we were in an imaginary carriage, letting go of my private place to suddenly hug me and kiss my cheek. We ‘rode’ away with me looking with scorn at the camera guy and hoping to any divinity willing to listen that I was able to cover my front in time with my tail.
“That was retarded,” I huffed, very angry at whoever had thought whatever they had put was a good idea, and a little mad at Jill for following up so willingly.
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>>2219654 “You have to learn to relax,” Jill philosophized. “Remember what we talked about? It’s done. They’ve seen us naked; only think they’re missing is ramming a camera up my butt to film it. We might as well enjoy it!” Jill waved away and received more waves and ovations in return. Some asshole was waving away with my shorts on his hands like it was a handkerchief. “Don’t be mad, Aria,” Jill asked the impossible. “I’ll move to your cabin, okay? And I won’t wear anything until you tell me to. Does that help?”
“And could you take my place in The Game tonight?” I proposed since Jill very much seemed to enjoy that treatment and I was basically done for the day. “Medea is organizing for us to do the whole thing at the bonfire.”
“Really? That’s so cool! Sure, of course I’ll take part on it. You have to come, too!”
I was in a sour mood and very decided to just crawl under a bed – literally – and stay there until morning.
Jill kept making Daisy be a pretend-horse all the way to her cabin. On the way we only met Brad, the guy who had lent his jacket to me, currently somewhere in the girl’s showers. I just covered my face with my hands and walked past him. Jill was nice enough to take care of my important places, even if it meant showing hers.
Daisy was unable to say anything intelligible once Jill ungagged her. My slave’s eyeliner looked awful running down her cheeks with her tears, her eyes were as reddened as they could get, and she did nothing other than wail and cry. I hugged her and we cried together. The one girl who was in Jill’s cabins looked at us like we had gone mental, but I just didn’t care at that moment. The girl asked Jill what was going on and a quick summary followed.
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>>2219655 a) Aria doesn’t go to the bonfire party, she’s too tired (Jill PoV for now, we can change in between dares).
b) Jill convinces Aria to go to the bonfire party normally.
c) Aria goes to the bonfire, but refuses to take part in the game.
d) Aria refuses to go to the bonfire, or so she says. She then sneaks around and watches the party from above the trees.
Aria is now in charge of what Daisy and Jill get to wear, if anything at all. Even if Aria doesn’t go. Daisy HAS to go, either because her master (Aria) will be there, or because Aria needs as many replacements for The Game as she can get.
1) Aria has them go completely naked.
2) They both go perfectly dressed. The Game will strip them soon enough.
3) They go in underwear.
4) They go in a bath towel.
You can vote separately if you want (Jill 1, Daisy 3); or suggest your own attire. From a bikini, to grass skirts, to maebaris or naked-aprons; anything goes. Aria will go dressed (unless D); it’s unthinkable she would show up naked to a party willingly.
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>>2219656 B, I'd like for Aria to be in the game.
Daisy 1, she's supposed to be naked anyways, and Jill 3, signals that her naked dare is over but that she's not back to being fully dressed like normal. Plus, it lets her both enter the party exposed and still have more clothing to lose.
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>>2219656 D Daisy 1 Jill 4
Drag Aria out later
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>>2219657 Voting the same. B....Daisy 1, Jill 3
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>>2219656 D. Aria can chill out with the some cats while watching the party for a while. I think it would be funny if people catch Aria hangout with cats and come up with wild rumors.
Daisy 1. Slave go nude.
Jill 3. can use a brief break.
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Winner is D; 1 for Daisy and 3 for Jill.
>>2219693 What did you think about the voting? Was two branches still too many?
>>2219656 Jill made it sound like it wasn’t that bad when she told the story once again. Like we were all having a jolly-good time and everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves despite the nudity and the humiliation. Her friend, who from what I gather was named Christina, surprisingly discerned half-truths of what actually happened from what Jill relayed. My guess was that Jill just had a little bit of trouble being objective because she kept projecting into other girls her exhibitionist tendencies.
Well, she was my friend now and I would have to deal with it from now on, so it would have even been wise to start taking notes from that Christina girl.
Even when I didn’t have any underwear, I was very happy to finally be clothed in something that was actually meant to be worn outside. Jeans and a blouse; Melanie had washed them and they smelled like cheap detergent; I had even learned to recognize the scent even as a full-human. It was kind of a shame, since I kind of wanted to smell my old scent again.
Jill explained to Christina about the deal she had done with me, and joked that we now were married. Christina didn’t seem that attached to Jill. She didn’t question or protest the decision for her to move to another cabin altogether, at least not much. It was a bit of a surprise, I would have been very sad if any of my current roommates moved out.
“And what are you going to do with me?” Daisy questioned. I had long since ungagged her and even untied her hands. Jill, being a rather experienced dominatrix soon threatened to do the bindings once again at signs of disobedience.
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>>2219783 Daisy, still quite nude, helped us transport Jill’s stuff back to our new cabin. It was already quite dark and we found no one outside. No one was inside, either, not even Carmen. Jill picked the bed above Erika to be hers for good and placed her things nearby.
I explained Daisy about The Game; if she was going to be part of it – and she had no choice – I guessed there were no broken rules speaking about it. She listened, although it was easy to see she did not approve of my cabin’s nightly activities. She downright denied to my proposition to be my replacement for the night, Jill both made the situation harder by exemplifying some of the more extreme dares, and helped immensely by coaxing Daisy to comply my request to participate.
“But Aria, come on! You have to go, too!” Jill soon insisted as I guessed she would. I was just happy that I didn’t have to deal with anyone else. If the group had ganged on me I would have folded like a cheap suitcase.
“I know I’m being selfish and I’m really sorry,” I began, feeling guilty, but my choice was already made. “I just… it’s been a really hard day. And… to be in a party, being the werecat, and doing embarrassing dares? I’ve been close to fainting so many times today! I need a break!” I cried out.
“Look, it’s going to be in public. We’re obviously going to start slow. Why don’t you ease into it? You also missed the last bonfire party, and chances are there will be only one other one, if that. You have to go! You’re going to regret it you don’t.”
I saw her point, part of me wanted to just throw all caution to the wind and deal with the problems as they presented themselves. I just didn’t have the courage to get started. I knew I was going to disappoint my friends and it felt terrible. I just couldn’t play The Game, not tonight, not in public, not after everything that I had been through today.
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>>2219784 “I’m sorry,” I apologized again, and it still wasn’t nearly enough. “I really can’t,” I didn’t really have any other plausible excuse.
“Alright, I get it,” Jill placed her hand on my shoulder. “Here’s what you do; take a nap, get something to eat, and go to the party. I’m going to be saving a place for you, okay?”
“I don’t think going at all is a good idea…” I held my position.
“I am going to be waiting, Aria. Don’t let me down,” Jill authoritatively trapped me. “Now, what do we wear? Or are we going to show up starkers to the party?” she changed the topic before I could even have a chance deny her request. “Daisy is your slave and I’m your… something. I don’t know; my wardrobe chooser?”
I quickly decided. Daisy would show up naked, since that’s what the mob would expect; and more than anything it would draw attention. It was a little cold to be so utilitarian with Daisy’s shame; but anything that eased The Game for my friends was fine, I owed them at least that much. I was also tempted to tell Jill to go wearing nothing at all; she wouldn’t even mind that much. I instead had her put on some underwear. She could wear any set of bra and panties she wanted and picked a lacey, black one that looked great on her.
“Is that bra push-up? Why? Your boobs look amazing as they are!” I complimented her.
Daisy shrieked like we were trying to kill her when Jill dragged her out of the cabin in her birthday suit with the intention to expose her at the party.
“Aria! Get the rope!” Jill fumed.
“Please! Let me go! Pleeease!” Daisy begged once again in tears. I did feel sorry for her, but not sorry enough to have to go out in search for someone else to take my place or to have to join myself.
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>>2219786 There was no need to resort to violence or to tie anyone down. Jill was a smooth talker, and Daisy soon understood it was probably not a good idea to scream her lungs out being the only one naked being in the general area people lived. Jill switched between being kind and understanding: “It’s okay! You’re not going to be alone in there, it’s fine. It would be honestly worst if people find out if you went back on your word after you were the one who challenged Aria,” and being stern: “People are counting on me to bring you, okay? Don’t make things hard, I don’t want to be mean to you.”
Soon I couldn’t hear them anymore.
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I felt awful being all alone in the cabin. All my friends were at the party, and I had stayed behind. I immediately had second thoughts about not going at all. It would be hard and terribly embarrassing to join them, yes; but it would be so uncomfortable to have to face my roommates if I didn’t join them, even if they understood I was feeling unwell.
I tried taking a nap and not five minutes with my head on the pillow I knew that I wouldn’t fall asleep if I tried for hours. I was tired, but my mind was racing. Also, I was hungry and Medea had taken with her the wet food cans.
Surely they would have food and drink at the party.
Could I just… show up? Maybe just watch, decide if I want in or not. Just a harmless look.
a) Aria finds herself all alone in front of Duke on her way to the forest.
b) Aria decides to sneak to see her friends from above. In order to be able to use her feral abilities, she needs to strip (stealth significantly increased).
c) Aria decides to sneak, but can’t bring herself to strip naked (significant chance to be found).
d) Aria becomes the commander of a cat army to report and spy for her.
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>>2219789 C, I still prefer Aria joining the game some time tonight, and it'd be better anyways for her to have to strip in front of everyone than to just show up naked.
Anonymous
C, having her found and then being sweettalked into joinig again seems like a nice change of pace after the already rough day.
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Anonymous
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>>2219783 >>2219693 (You) #What did you think about the voting? Was two branches still too many?
Two branches are fine. Keeps it simple.
Voting C
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>>2219789 C, Aria should become commander of a cat army at some point tho. Proposal to name the suitor cat Arthur (If he doesn't have a name already) Lorefag
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This part suffered plenty of revisions. It was going to be another multi-part customization monster that I had planned since long ago so you could pick number of players, who joined in and the starter dare. Because of raised concerns about the difficulty of voting about many things at once, I'll take it very slow. Parts will be shorter while we finish the choices as a result.
>>2219797 Quite a fast reader. Glad to have you, enjoy your stay.
>>2219857 Oh, right. You forgot the responding feature. You already figured it out, but you can simply click on the Number of the post, this one:
Damp of cares 07/29/18(Sun)01:08:33 No.>>
>>2219857 <<<<
As for quoting, people usually greentext. That's just a > before the text.
>like this >>2219891 He has a name, but you're very unlikely to find out. You'd have to talk to the fat lady at the kitchen.
He was due to be given another one by the coven but enough people disliked him that he hasn't appeared much.
Sure, Arthur can either be his real name or the name Aria (or her friends) give him. Your call.
>>2219789 I would take a quick look, just to make sure everything was okay and then go back. Maybe Medea was panicking, unable to find all the people she needed for The Game. Maybe Carmen was so pissed that I had decided to not take part that she had found no reason to participate, either. Several scenarios of what could go wrong without me gnawed at the back of my mind mercilessly.
I couldn’t sleep, there wasn’t any food and I felt lonely and guilty. There was no point for me to remain in the cabin. The clothes that I had left back when I took a shower with Erika had been left over my bed by her and I had long since put them away; my Spongebob pajamas and a pair of panties with blue and red stripes that I had hardly worn. I put on the panties since I had gone commando for long enough, and departed.
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>>2219956 Once outside, it was ridiculously easy to know where to head. I could catch whiffs of smoke in the air that communicated me that probably all other animals were well aware of the location of the human congregation. I could judge once I could start hearing the laughter and bustle people were doing. This was well before I even made it to the forest.
I didn’t feel safe on the ground, so as soon as I reached a tree I started climbing. It was a pain; much harder than usual. My blouse didn’t allow for the full range of movement of my arms, torso and shoulders, and even then it wasn’t so bad when compared to my jeans. My legs were basically bound and they made this horrible, squeaky sound every time I moved. At least I had the foresight to be barefoot.
Still, I was of course, keeping my clothes on. I was not about to strip naked with so many people nearby. I would rather just deal with the reduced mobility.
There were hardly any woodland creatures on the way, and the ones that hadn’t left the area were trying very hard to remain unnoticed. I felt a little jealous of how respected or feared the party was when Medea and I could barely command any notice from even the smallest creatures.
The cat’s stench was easily discernible everywhere. He had sprayed around recently, the arrogant prick.
I slowed down my pace significantly once I drew near the place. It was so noisy one would think there was no way anyone could hear the moving branches, but being careful just felt like the right thing to do. I wasn’t nearly as small as a cat and I didn’t have a dark coat to help me cover. If anyone so much as caught a glimpse of me, it could get very annoying.
It was the same place as Medea had brought the whole group to strip last night. A fireplace was surrounded by five wide, thick logs; smoothened out and without bark as to facilitate sitting. Over twenty people were either sitting or hanging around the fire.
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>>2219957 There were plenty of alcoholic beverages to go around, most of them light beer. The stench of it was unbearable! I had taken a few beers before in my life; but now I felt I would gag and vomit before being able to get the liquid anywhere near my mouth, even on an empty stomach.
They had food. Wieners, bags and bags of potato chips, nothing that wasn’t salty; not a very good selection of appetizers; they were relying mostly on the drinks to carry the party.
Separated from the main group, above ground covered completely by diligently and unnaturally scattered sets of dead leaves, a small flock was gathered. They were barely lit by the blazing, intermittent and irregular light of the fire not far from them and they were hardly the center of attention.
I wasn’t the only one observing the party from a safe location. Hidden behind a tree, making conscious efforts at stealth like slowing down her breathing, stood a bare-naked girl; Daisy. No one was holding her or keeping her there, she could have bailed if she wanted to, but instead chose to remain in her position, her butt against the rough bark of a tree, intently observing at the girl in black underwear.
“So she isn’t coming?” Carmen asked, between sad and angry; as I guessed she would be.
“Let’s just give her a little more time,” Erika reasoned. Kirby was by her side.
“I think she deserves a break,” Lisa defended for me; there was no man by her; and she was back to wearing skinny jeans with a hell of a whale-tail on display. She took a sip of a beer she had in hand.
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>>2219958 “I know she does,” Erika concurred, “but she’s going to show up anyway.”
“I told her we would take it easy on her, anyone against it?” Jill proposed.
a) Aria feels guilty and climbs down to join The Game on her own accord.
b) Aria is found out spying and decides to join The Game.
c) Aria is found out by Medea, who decides to keep it to herself and let Aria see from a distance.
d) Aria is found out and convinced to come down. She’s welcome to watch, but not forced into participating.
e) Aria leaves.
f) Aria is noticed by someone not from the group, who screams at the sight of the werecat at night.
Anonymous
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>>2219961 C. Let Aria watch at least a round. She got a nice view where she is.
I wish I voted last poll. It would be cool to for Aria to have an army of cats at her beck and call to influence the dares behind the scenes. oh well, it would be too over the top anyway.
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>>2219961 G proceed further a bit before Aria join
SorrySleeping
A.
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Anonymous
Ah and suggestion: If there are times that you are trying to write thing rapidly then maybe you can quote others who have voted in the previous round for notification
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A won.
>>2220062 I've been told repeatedly that it's moving too fast to follow.
It is a self-correcting process. Voting slows down, which makes story move slower until enough people have caught up, making the story faster until not enough voters can follow it and it needs to slow down again.
>>2220083 Sure. I am actually actively trying to slow down, though.
>>2219961 “It’s fine, It would feel unfair if you took it easy on me,” I interrupted from above.
I dropped from the tree. There were no yelling or alarms this time.
“What’s up, sleepyhead?” Jill greeted me. She was making fun of my hair, and it was fine.
“I meant what I said. You do deserve a break. No one would blame you,” followed up Erika.
All in all, no one was shocked or impressed to see me; no one other than Daisy, that is. I could hear her gasp behind her tree. She also probably knew I was aware of her position, based on where I was when I announced myself and jumped down.
“Sorry for bailing out,” I looked across to all my friends and took my place in the circle; I knew well where I had to stand. “And for having Jill tell you in my place still of coming here to talk face to face.”
“How long have you been there?” Carmen asked. Maybe she had said something mean or uncalled for about me because she seemed somewhat uneasy about my sudden appearance and wanted to say something about it. Carmen was finally able to dress again and was using the chance to show up in a pink tube-top and a skirt; not a mini-skirt, a skirt that made it to her knees, making her look old-fashioned. Carmen had also fixed her hair in two pig-tails and was wearing her glasses. It was like she was trying to be seen as a nerd.
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>>2220090 “Kirby, it’s just gonna be us girls here. Can you go back to the party?” Erika sweetly coaxed. Kirby nodded and walked away stoically. It was not as if he would miss much of the action if he so much as turned into our general direction. The circle wasn’t that far from the main group. Erika was suffering from the lack of clothes, and had decided to dress herself like a boy. She had pants that were way too big for her secured by a belt; and a buttoned shirt with a red-square print that could serve as a dress for any of us. Her sleeves and pants-legs were folded many times over to let her hands and feet show up. Maybe it was just me, but she looked kind of sexy on it, even if the clothes hid her figure.
Carmen was once again about to continue with her question, or so I thought. Medea was faster. “Overexerting yourself would be a mistake. I will trust your judgment, as I always have. Do you feel strong enough to play? Be honest,” she asked. “You will find no opposition if you wish to stay by the sides and merely observe, you would be very welcome to,” she kindly beamed, no doubt still haven’t gotten over her guilt of what happened in our little sexual encounter. There was nothing too unusual about Medea’s appearance; she was wearing a blue strapless dress; it looked a little flashy, with a huge blue ribbon in its back, but it was something you could easily picture Medea wearing for formal occasions, a little too much for a little bonfire gathering.
“Yes, it will be fine,” intervened Carmen, taking her turn to speak a little too suddenly; maybe scared someone would take it from her again if she waited. “You already brought Jill and there are a lot of girls who would gladly take your place, you have no idea. Emm, why are we even playing, again?”
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>>2220092 It was out of place to have someone question The Game, it hadn’t happened since the first nights. It was true Carmen didn’t have a real reason to play, unlike basically everybody else. Jill and Erika both thrived in this kind of stuff; Medea and I knew the truth and the real reasons.
“We are playing because we want to play,” quickly addressed Medea. Or do you not want to? You are also free to go.”
“Yeah, we just want to.”
“Yup, we’re all here because we want to. Do you not want to play?”
“We want to play. What else would we do? The nights are for playing.”
I wanted to play, too. It was embarrassing and hard, but I wanted to, and not just for Medea or to not disappoint my friends. It was hard to explain or to put into words.
“No! It’s not that I want to play!” Carmen walked her argument back. “But there’s a party just there, you know?”
“And the party will be right here in a couple of rounds, just you wait,” Erika predicted. She had a point.
“We have always been seven as of late,” Medea butted in, already discarding the possibility of Carmen wanting to be replaced. “Aria, do you want Daisy to be our seventh member? It is as Carmen said; we are in a position where we can give ourselves the luxury to be picky. The girl obviously has a hard time in the kind of activities we dwell in; if you wish to be a merciful master I, we, will accept that decision.”
Medea turned to the tree Daisy was hiding behind, and the naked girl shrilled as quietly as she could.
a) Seven participants.
b) Eight participants.
c) Nine participants.
d) Ten participants.
Of course, you can vote for any number you want even if it's not there.
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>>2220093 Daisy:
1) Will join as she was meant to do.
2) Will join as she was meant to do. Aria takes a little mercy on her by allowing Daisy to cover her nudity with something.
3) Will not join. She’s already naked; it would be more interesting to strip someone else.
In the case of 3, you can vote on who you want to join instead, even if it will be addressed next part. A1/A2 will jump straight into the game. B-D or A3 will make next part about getting participant/s.
Gnattering Yawn
>>2220093 A 1/2. I was thinking about bringing Melanie in, but she's spent all day under Jill's regimen so she likely wouldn't be as embarrassed as she would be if we dragged her along tomorrow. And of course we want a nice seven for Medea's ritual.
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>>2220097 1-7 are all magical, strangely enough. Then we skip to 10, 12, 14, 20 and 22. Then 40.
That said, I don't even have a system implemented for collecting what Medea needs. If she doesn't collect all she needs, it will be pretty darn close either way. Don't worry too much about it.
Anonymous
A : if the groupsize freely expands now, Medeas preperations at the start seem kinda 'pointless'. wouldn't make any sense if the circle just works with any participants. Then she probably would have used this circle rigjt from the start?
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>>2220114 Yes, Aria would need to draw attention away however she could so Medea could remake and recover her magical symbol on the ground. That's why choosing participants would take a whole part.
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>>2220093 number of participants: does not matter, depend on how others vote for who to participate
>>2220096 2 with skin of dead rat
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>>2220125 >2 with skin of dead rat Without retracting my vote for 1/2, I'm opposed to this. Aria has no experience skinning rats and not enough time to properly turn it into a pelt anyways. Plus rats aren't large so she'd need to hunt multiple, which is a non-trivial amount of hunting with most of the wildlife scared away.
Instead, if 2 wins I support a skimpy leaf bikini, one of us is bound to know how to make one relatively quickly (looking at you, Medea).
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>>2220129 I am counting on Medea and just one rat skin to cover the lower part would be enough. Something like pic related
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>>2220090 >I am actually actively trying to slow down I vote against that
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3. Daisy has suffered enough; let's find a seventh player who will enjoy the game.
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>>2220093 A. Don't really want to have too many people. Otherwise it might be hard for every participant to have at least one dare done before the game is over.
2. I am supporting 栞's crazy rat pelt idea. I think it would be funny in a cruel kind of way to see if Daisy is desperate enough to even consider draping a freshly killed rat skin to cover her pussy. (I think she would rather go naked if given a choice. I know I would) Maybe Daisy would be more willing to follow orders to avoid wearing a gross rat pelt and be laughed at the party.
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Hell of a Thunderstorm. No power. Will update first thing tomorrow assuming PC doesn't get wet.
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>>2220210 >assuming PC doesn't get wet Do you live in a tent?
Lorefag
>>2220093 A (7) might as well keep it an even seven
1 or 2
>>2220210 Take care anon
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Been meaning to post for a while now. "Connection Error" kept popping up.
>>2220129 Sorry, A2 wins.
>>2220178 What do people think about 2 parts a day on average? Too slow or still too fast? We used to do 4-5 not that long ago.
>>2220212 Hyperbole born out of annoyance. Water does get in from beneath the front door and buckets are needed to hold the leaks through the roof. A mess to clean, but not a big deal.
>>2220241 It wasn't so bad. One guy did die from the storm, though.
>>2220096 “We could just give her something to wear,” I suggested.
“If you want to undress for her sake, you go right ahead,” Lisa wasted no time in chiding. “The rest of us are running low on clothes to give.”
“S-sorry,” mused Erika.
“It wasn’t your fault!” I cried out. Lisa and Carmen shushed me. In unison, they turned towards the party. We allowed a few seconds of silence, and then resumed the conversation. We hadn’t drawn attention, yet. “Sorry.”
I made the point that I didn’t want Daisy to start downright naked. It would be uninteresting without stakes of her stripping, and as Medea said, the poor girl was having an awful time being nude.
“But we have nothing to give her unless you want to take something off,” Erika remarked. “Kirby didn’t bring a jacket, but I bet he’s looking for an excuse to take off his shirt; so I’m going to have to ask you all to not give him one. I don’t like him doing it.”
“Can’t we make something?” I pondered. Maybe primitive clothes made out of grass or leaves; enough to cover the essentials. There was always the choice of walking back to her own cabin to get her dressed but… I didn’t want to, and it sounded boring.
“Tribal style? I’m up for that,” effused Erika. “A loincloth made out of grass or something.”
“If you have tribal fashion in mind, there are always animal skins,” Medea coached.
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>>2220273 At first Medea’s idea was unwelcome. Carmen and Lisa both thought it was disgusting. Erika thought it could be fun, but saw no plausible way to make it happen. Jill said that it would be very unhygienic. Daisy even dared to come from behind her tree – it was quite obvious we all knew she was there, and that she wasn’t running off into the woods like she was – and chimed in, asking to just be let go; and that she would need someone to accompany her to her room.
“What are you going to do, Daisy? What are you going to do?” Jill cooed her, like she was asking a question to a small child.
“I-I’m…” Daisy stuttered and hesitated.
“What are you going to do?” Jill repeated. “We’ve talked about this.”
“I’m… I’m going to play The Game.”
“Good girl. Now, do you want to be naked?”
“No. No, I don’t want to.”
“We don’t have clothes to give you. Do you understand? We’re going to do what we can but we can’t give you clothes,” Jill summarized, still condescendingly talking to Daisy with an infantile intonation.
“O-okay.”
“Now, Medea; could you tell the good girl her options?” Jill turned to Medea, who gladly took over.
“We can thread something out of grass; we can find leaves thick or wide enough to cover the private parts of your body, or we can even try animal skins.”
“A-animal skins?” Daisy was between curious and scared, but not dismissive.
It was not surprising that Medea was well-versed in the utility of animal parts. She explained there should be wildlife that we could use. It would be a dead-animal skin, a hide; since tanning into leather would be too time consuming and require either ingredients we didn’t have, or lots of urine.
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>>2220274 With the explanation given, it was a surprise Daisy actually choose to have clothes made out wildlife instead of plants. I was commissioned with catching something. I didn’t like it, but it was my fault for suggesting the idea of clothing Daisy on the first place. I had to once again, strip naked since the senses of the animals I would be hunting weren’t nearly as forgiving as the humans; and I wandered by myself deeper into the forest. Jill complimented my butt as I ran away in all fours and I inwardly thanked her.
The animals were more respectful at night, but not that much. Small creatures would just not acknowledge my superiority; or maybe I was just being very good at being sneaky. I hunted two times unsuccessfully and obtained victory at my third attempt. I caught a brown wood mouse; I had long since wanted to have my claws in one of the little things, ever since I hunted one down with Melanie and she made me let it go.
I happily strutted back very pleased with myself with my dead prey before I realized what I was doing. I spit it out. I had a mouse in my mouth! What was wrong with me? After scratching at my tongue until it hurt, I picked up the thing with my hands and presented it to Medea after a short walk.
“Wasn’t there rabbits or something?” Lisa dared to criticize my hunt.
“Yeah, I mean. A mouse?” Erika followed suit. I looked around the group. Not one of them looked at my prey approvingly. Was I… a bad hunter? I worked hard! “Not that there’s anything wrong with a mouse! I wouldn’t have caught it if I tried the whole night. Good job, Aria!”
Erika hugged me and gave me a friendly noogie. “Catching a mouse is a lot harder than catching a rabbit, I’d bet,” Jill praised me. “It’s just that the thing might be too small.”
“It is enough material. The tail will also be useful… for later,” said Medea.
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>>2220275 “I’m not wearing a mouse,” Daisy stated very plainly.
“Then you can stay naked,” I chastised, starting to wear my clothes back. I wasn’t a moron, people were unimpressed with what I had brought back even when I had tried so hard to get something good. I felt like an idiot for feeling proud of myself for catching something so small and quick.
“Aria, don’t be mad,” Erika patted my head and scratched behind the ears. I purred, but it wasn’t because it was all forgiven; it was just a natural reaction.
“We’ve wasted enough time. When does the game start? We were supposed to start early today, make the most out of the bonfire,” Lisa pressed us all.
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NIGHT 8
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Erika takes the first turn. Despite the loss of the laundry, she defended the group’s possessions admirably and has been considered to have completed what she could of her dare.
a) Aria steals some food. She can’t grab it, she has to steal it with her mouth and run away. She can’t wear pants for the dare but can put them back on again once she’s done. She can eat what she steals. The camp notices the werecat is around.
b) Lisa has to break up with Rodrigo. They got into a fight and Erika thinks he’s no good for her. Drama.
c) Carmen prepares the mouse to be worn following Medea’s instructions. Carmen thinks it’s icky and suffers the whole way through.
d) Daisy needs to accept things are going to happen. She kisses full on the mouth every member of the circle. Only Carmen rejects it.
e) Medea dances and sings a particularly a particularly cutesy J-Pop song for people at the party.
f) Jill takes four shots of Vodka.
Yes, we’re starting slow because there’s dozens of people just yards away. You can always suggest your own dares; they will naturally escalate over time either way. Chances are The Game will end very late.
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>>2220276 A
>>2220273 >One guy did die from the storm Excuse me what the fuck
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>>2220277 He drowned in the middle of the freaking street. Saw Ambulance take his body away. Some say he was drunk, some say he was hit by a car, who knows? It was some old homeless guy with 5 dogs. Seeing the beasts try to follow the ambulance was pretty heart-breaking.
>>2220276 Sorry about the extra "a particularly"; for the new people here; my brain refuses to remember to proof-read the options.
Gnattering Yawn
>>2220276 I like A, yeah. Since it's getting night, Aria could be encouraged to behave more catlike in general, but it's fine if she contradicts her story because she can just tell everyone to ask Nightshade.
>What do people think about 2 parts a day on average? Too slow or still too fast? We used to do 4-5 not that long ago. Two updates per day is good. Not so fast that people feel left in the dust, not so slow that the rest feel like they're having to wait for slow people to catch up. Plus it lines up with daily periods of free time, the morning and evening, and the vote levels seem to be working out.
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>>2220278 A or F
>He drowned in the middle of the freaking street. just wow... and right now its dry and hot like a dessert here (central germany). This ain't normal anymore. just glad you're OK
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>>2220276 C. something got to be done with the mouse before it stinks. Besides it can be used later, I would prefer if it is used a punishment (I think Only Aria, Medea and maybe Erika would be ok with wearing it, without a fuss). Maybe Aria can have a complete tribal/primitive costume later when she want to be wild but with a bit of modesty.
I think option a should wait. Would rather Aria shock people as a werecat with a better dare later. For example, Aria has to scare the piss out of someone as a werecat or Aria as to beg for food from someone like a stray cat (no stealing and can't act as a human).
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>>2220281 I agree with Yawn. As much I love checking every hour for an update on the thread, 2 post a day is a good pace.
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>>2220276 E. Medea is cute and should be presented as such. Aria isnt the only cute one.
2 per day is perfect. If I could just remember to vote after reading.
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>>2220273 - 4chan was having sone server error it seems
- 2 parts is good enough if that is the speed you can manage but I don't think most would mind it if we get more
>>2220276 D? With Aria's way of handling the mouse in mind.
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>>2220286 There was never any real danger. The guy drowned in what was basically a big puddle only because he was unable to stand up. Anyone, or even his dogs could have saved his life.Sorry about your drought; sure hope we could send some of our rains your way.
>>2220387 I can easily do 3 parts; 4 are possible some days. Save something unexpected happens, most of the groundwork has been set-up; so it's very easy to write. There are already enough events written to finish the camp and new ones keep popping up thanks to everyone's suggestions.
>>2220273 “I will take care of the pelt on our downtime,” offered Medea. “We can take the first turn of the night meanwhile.”
“I am not wearing a rat,” Daisy kept saying while I dragged her to her place. I made her sit down.
Everyone else was ready; positioned in a relatively small circle. Medea took out the bottle; along with a small slab of plywood; which she placed underneath. “Good thinking,” Lisa praised her. It had been hard to roll the bottle on the leaves last night when compared to the smooth surface of our floor.
“Erika, if you please?” prompted Medea. Erika nodded, bent over forward and gives the bottle a good whirl.
“Is that really comfortable for you or are you just showing off?” Lisa half mocked my sitting posture. I hadn’t even noticed that I was crouched with my hands in front of me; it was just a natural position as far as I was concerned. I corrected it and sat cross-legged. “Oh, Aria; you lose,” Lisa informed me when I was busy fixing my posture.
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>>2220426 She wasn’t lying. Luck had it that I would lose, punishing me for almost skipping The Game. I gawked at Erika, expecting her judgment. “Can you run over there, but in all fours?” she casually pointed at her left. It was a request, not an imperative statement. It wasn’t the dare. I obliged. It was actually very hard to get any sort of speed due to the jeans binding my legs. “That won’t do,” she commented. “You’re gonna have to take off your pants. Good thing you’re wearing panties. Okay, here’s your dare…” Erika proceeded to explain.
It didn’t sound so bad, and the hardest part was definitely not wearing pants, but Erika specifically stated that I could wear them after I was done since showing around my underwear was not the point of the dare. All in all, we had definitely toned down the difficulty since last night and I was aware it was very likely Erika was taking it easy on me.
As instructed, I took off my pants revealing my striped panties. I didn’t mind the fresh air of the night against my bare legs. Erika hadn’t asked me to, but regardless I stealthily made my way to the tallest branches shading the party and planned my grand entrance, willing to obey more the spirit of what Erika had planned more than getting away with doing the bare minimum requirements of what she had said. I could have as easily just sneaked and tried not to be seen at all.
I didn’t act immediately. I waited for the right opportunity to present itself. I had not been given a time limit, but still didn’t want to take too long. Besides, I actually had an incentive to be fast.
That incentive was a delicious, fire-cooked corndog on it on a stick. A dark haired girl held it in a Styrofoam cup. I felt a little bad that she had gone through the trouble of getting it near the fire, cooking it from a distance to perfection, putting mustard and ketchup on it, and that she had happily admired her prize.
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>>2220427 She sat down, and when she was about to give it a bite, I jumped down from the heights. I landed close to her – if I landed on top of anyone from as high as I was, I was liable to hurt them very badly –, no one had much time to process my sudden entry. All I got was a few incredulous stares and people comically stopping mid-action as if they had a pause button; the dark-haired, pale girl was one of those. For half a second, she held her mouth wide open, already salivating, and the corndog just in front of it.
I pounced and bit it first. It felt great to press through the soft, fatty exterior with my fangs and sink them deep. I did a second pounce, jumping over the head of the corndog-less girl and ran in a random direction. Of course I didn’t want to lead people directly to the coven.
“The werecat! It was the werecat!” someone screamed hysterically.
“Did you see? It was the werecat! It’s the Aria girl, she transforms at night!”
“She wasn’t wearing pants.”
“Yeah, cute panties. Girl’s got quite an ass.”
“Wasn’t she naked the other times?”
“The werecat stole my corndog!” I felt guilty of how sad that statement sounded.
“You are lucky; she could have thirsted for your flesh instead.”
“Eugene, shut the fuck up. Stop scaring people.”
I had left quite a commotion behind me, a few made attempts to follow me were made, but I quickly left the chasers behind by climbing a tree and continuing aerial from there. It was easy to lose them. The corndog was delicious and I wanted another one. I wanted like, three. No! Four. No mustard, just the ketchup. And ice-cream. I wanted ice-cream. So badly!
I ate with gusto, remembering I could use my hands half-way through, which made things a lot easier. After licking around my lips, and awakening a desire to groom my hair that I obeyed for a short while, I found my friends just where I left them after making sure I wasn't being followed.
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>>2220428 “Good job. Well done! They’re still talking about you,” Erika congratulated me.
“I want another corndog. Can you get me one?” I asked with as sweet of a voice as I could muster. I doubted to be able to just walk up there and take one.
“Get her one. It will give me time to finish,” Medea concurred with me. She was busy hacking at something on the ground, and I didn’t need to look in her general direction to know what it was about. The smell of blood told me everything I needed to know. Everyone but Carmen were actively trying to look away from Medea’s handiwork. Carmen looked positively sickened, but at the same time couldn’t take her eyes off.
“Can you get me a beer, if you’re going there?” asked Jill. Anything’s fine.
“I want a re-fill, too,” Lisa joined in.
“Alright! Alright! Speak one at a time. I’m not a fucking butler,” Erika scoffed.
“Do they have ice-cream? I want ice-cream!”
a) Aria can’t come up with a dare for Medea (wants to take it easy). Erika gives her a suggestion and Aria thinks it would be adorable. J-Pop dance still in the table, as some people wanted it.
b) Lisa has to fetch the food in her underwear. She can’t dress back up. She will be Aria’s plate.
c) Carmen has to molest Daisy. They both need to ease up a bit on the lesbian stuff.
d) Daisy has to fetch the food in her finished mouse bikini. She will be Aria’s plate.
e) Erika may never apologize for losing the laundry again, and is to avoid fighting Duke anymore. Meanwhile, Medea finishes preparing the pelt.
f) Jill has to fetch the food. She’s already in underwear. She will be Aria’s plate.
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>>2220430 A. One more dare without any escalation should be fine, and it really does sound adorable.
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>>2220430 A. let Medea sing
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>>2219956 The cat can be given the name Arthur by a Kallen-like character to be even more of a Code Geass reference
I feel like 2 parts is too slow imho, but I'm in no mind of rushing the story if there are not enough votes
>>2220430 Hard A, anti everything else
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Is there any new camper that will join the camp mid-way?
>>2220430 D?
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>>2220428 >No mustard, just the ketchup. Disgusting.
A. We need more non-Aria cuteness. Not saying that cute aria is too much, just some variety.
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It was the right thing to do to present A once again. It wins by landslide.
We'll stick to 2 parts per day for now.
Found a video that suited. Long hair, blue eyes, petite physique.
>>2220516 Aria hates everything bitter now, so no mustard.
The rest was a little pun in Spanish (Ketchup is a homophone of "cat soup"). I doubted anyone would get it, just having a little fun.
>>2220430 Erika asked us all to repeat our respective ‘orders’ and to be organized about it. No one batted an eye at her when she made her way to the bonfire, grabbed a plastic bag, procured some foodstuffs, grabbed a few beers and left. It was incredible how she could walk into a mob of people and just take what she wanted without being questioned when everyone was so riled up.
My recent dare had caused a collective sense of alarm. Nearly half the camp – counting us – was currently in the woods. Following a rather tribal pattern, they had compartmentalized themselves into small groups of friends caring little about everyone else. Before I arrived, some people were over the fire, some were by the plastic cooler that held all the alcohol, a few groups were scattered here and there, talking about their own concerns; I had brought an end to it.
They were unified and together. No longer were people wandering the surroundings basically alone; they had huddled near the fire with only a few stragglers insisting in remaining in their places, namely the people near the cooler. It was thus that the coven remained the only independent gathering outside of the main group.
I was one popular topic of conversation, but not the only one. I caused far more fear on females that I did on males; this was mostly based in boys actually not minding if they found themselves face to face with the werecat so long as I wasn’t wearing all my clothes; or any at all.
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>>2220541 “Here you go,” Erika rudely threw a beer at Lisa, who barely caught it. The ground was soft so there was no risk of it breaking if it fell, but still Lisa squinted disapprovingly at Erika nonetheless. “Jill, catch,” and Jill caught. “I brought one for you too, Carmen.”
“I didn’t ask for one.”
“And I still got you one. Here, it’s Corona,” enticed Erika, getting a glass bottle near Carmen.
“Did you bring me Corona just because I am…?” started to ask Carmen, visibly offended. “You know what? Thanks,” Carmen grabbed what was offered to her after giving a crooked smile.
“You were faster than I anticipated,” Medea pointed out, still working on her little project. “I am not done yet.”
“Then leave it for later, you’re going to make Aria lose her appetite,” Erika produced another beer from her plastic bag and handed me three uncooked corndogs and a whole bottle of ketchup I guessed people would surely miss.
I started eating the corndogs when Erika was still holding them by the end of the stick, like a delicious, edible bouquet. She was surprised at first, but then laughed it up and kept holding them for me while I quickly devoured them with exaggerated, sonorous bites that amused my little public consisting on everyone but Carmen and Medea, still caught up by the mouse; and Daisy, who was too angry at life to find any joy in it for the moment.
“You’re not even putting ketchup on them,” Erika demurred. My mouth was too full to answer.
After our little snack-break, in which Medea still couldn’t finish her aspirations as a leatherworker, we took the next turn. I rolled and Medea lost, she was unusually bothered by it.
“A shame… I am almost done!” she complained. Medea had a little of a complusion to finish Daisy’s bikini.
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>>2220542 It didn’t make Medea happy that I didn’t have a dare ready for her, furthering her wait. It was hard thinking of one as well, I didn’t want to escalate the game too quickly, but didn’t want to make it boring, either. I had a desire to take it easy on Medea, but without offending her. It was a tough one.
Seeing me stumped, Erika helped some with a little insinuation. “Just putting it out there; and Aria can just ignore me it if she wants; but Medea’s a really good singer, wouldn’t you say? We could, show her talent around.”
“If you have something in mind, do tell,” I asked. “I mean, assuming it’s not against the rules or anything,” I looked worryingly at Medea.
“As long as you take the final choice, it is fine,” Medea allowed.
Erika shared her idea with us, and I thought it was a good one. It suited the current atmosphere perfectly; it would hopefully help the camp ease after the attack of the werecat; it was adorable and it wasn’t dangerous or too embarrassing – I hoped –; in short, it had everything I would want from a dare to Medea.
In order to download a video, I had to once again take off my pants to climb a tree and get some signal. I gave my phone to Medea and allowed her to study the movements of one cute song I found for her to dance and sing to. She looked delightful studying and trying to imitate the movements! In just three reproductions of the songs she felt ready.
“Are you sure you have it down?” Jill asked, surprised, once Medea announced she was about to attempt her dare. Some moves look very complicated.
Medea nodded. “I will not fake humility. I even have the lyrics more or less memorized. I find it simple to learn sentences and strings of words, even long ones in a language I do not understand.”
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>>2220543 Medea grabbed my phone, and fearlessly approached the uneasy mob. She made use of the portable speaker that I had seen back at the tennis courts; and played the music. Medea walked to a spot where she would be easily visible.
There was no announcement that she was going to do anything, she just went for it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFUqPF3eXho&index=2&list=LLgOm15Om03-F-lPj6DzNECQ&t=0s “Hello! Ni hao! Konnichiwa! Bounjour! Guten Tag…!” Medea sang in her high pitched voice, perfectly matching what came out of the speaker, and beginning to make the little dance; nailing the beginning perfectly.
At first there was confusion and some whispers; then laughter at the short girl dancing all cutesy and ridiculing herself, and when those couldn’t bring Medea down; cheering and encouragement at her talent.
She made the movements at the appropriate times, hardly ever committing mistakes and recovering very fast from the few she made. What Medea didn’t fail was the lyrics; she sang word for word in perfect synchrony and intonation; making me think that she might have known the song in advance.
Medea quickly found acceptance in her charming performance; she even looked like she was having fun. The song was only a few minutes long; Jill joined the pubic in her underwear and recorded it all, she wasn’t the only one.
“Encore! Encore!” the crowd cried; but what was Medea to do? She had only learned one song.
a) Loser wears the mouse bikini and nothing else.
b) Loser covers herself in the stolen ketchup with torn clothes and fakes a werecat attack.
c) Loser is molested behind the closest three to the fire. She can’t cover her mouth.
d) Loser remains nude for the night.
e) Loser must become intoxicated. Dares will continue while loser makes herself drunk.
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>>2220544 B, the impact of Aria's dare will dissipate the longer we wait, now is the time to capitalize on it.
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>>2220544 B, but I like E as well. Save for later?
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>>2220544 B.I am curious on what are the campers going to do if they get scared of the werecat? Are going to stay huddled around the bonfire in fear, try different methods to prevent an attack (ex. like offer food/catnip to the werecat, use a laserpointer/toy to distract the werecat), trap the werecat for the night (bait werecat into a cage/cabin with person/food/catnip, pitfall, or rope trap) or are they going to mob Aria to prevent further attacks? Or Maybe they would just run to their cabins in fear?
Please save E for later. Honestly, I think it will turn out good no matter who it that has get drunk.
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>>2220544 Vote: e) and b) right after that
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b) sounds hilarious, but potentially spiraling things out of control, possibly leading to mass hysteria. If done later, when everyone is drunk, even more so.
e) is the other way round. Can't start early enough to drink to get properly intoxicated. Could take a while if nothing but american "beer" and corona around so far ;)
>>2230671 really curious too. Crowds tend to do unexpected things when in fear.
We know we've gone to far when the camp starts to rally with pitchforks and torches xD
(please don't take that as suggestion)
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>>2220694 Now you are making me think of the Mob song from Beauty and the Beast. With the lyrics changing from "killing" to "catching"
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>>2220544 D + loser is to repeat what Medea have done but as a stripper dance instead:
https://ecchi.iwara.tv/videos/k0q1psl1whzrl4yg SorrySleeping
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I don't even have an excuse. Forgot to check if we had the 6 votes last night.
>>2220694 Why not? At least I'll give the option.
>>2220544 Medea didn’t succumb to peer pressure. Once her dance was done, she offered no explanation, unplugged my phone from the speaker and calmly tried to walk away. Most didn’t mind her cold attitude once her job was done. She received plenty of congratulations.
“You have a great voice!” Dan exulted.
“Was that Japanese? Do you speak Japanese?”
“That was amazing! Well done!”
“Didn’t you try to sell us your sandals the other night? You were naked.”
“Do another one! Do you do requests?”
Medea’s only strategy was to ignore them all, it wasn’t very effective but that was all she had. In short minutes, her performance had made mostly everyone forget about my recent theft. Was it even theft? If someone took my corndog I would call it theft. Erika and Lisa served as bodyguards, trying to keep the most obnoxious and stubborn guys, already tipsy, from Medea.
Efforts were once again done to ensure people wouldn’t follow us to our circle. I had no doubt in my mind we wouldn’t be able to keep it hidden forever, but it was good to enjoy our relative solitude while it lasted. Eventually even the people most enthusiastic of Medea’s new fans – like that girl who paid me to take my photo, one of Dan’s friends and surprisingly enough, Lisa – understood she wasn’t going to answer anything and that by pulling at her dress trying to grab her attention they were just being annoying.
She departed in peace. It was really bothering me that her steps were so hard to hear. She basically re-appeared back at the circle minutes later. She even walked against the wind. It was a little unnerving that Medea could sneak behind me if she wanted to.
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>>2220867 Even if she should have been sick of it by now, I couldn’t help but enthuse about the amazing skills Medea had shown on her dare; I was only the first one; everyone but Daisy had something to say about the performance and all of it was good. Medea acknowledged the compliments, and then asked for a few minutes so she could finally finish her pet project.
It was indeed just a few minutes. Medea had managed to cut and take off the pelt of the little mouse I had caught; making a small, semi-rectangular, furry surface with it. The rest of the animal was nearly useless; Medea had been a little forceful in extracting the only part needed for clothing and that evidenced in the squished, reddened bits that remained. Looking at those pulverized remains was odd; I kind of wanted to eat them and at the same time they were gross.
The rest was simple. Medea had already threaded some grass; and with an improvised needle – Medea had brought a bag with a lot of stuff, and I was certain there must have been a needle inside, but she somehow insisted in not using tools for the makings of her tribal clothes – the thing was done! From what I could tell, they were really awful-looking and interesting-smelling, furry mouse panties with a ridiculously low cut.
“I’m not wearing that, just so you know,” Daisy hurried to be the first to say anything about them.
The reverse of the mouse-bikini, the part without the fur that was supposed to go against one’s skin was pink and fleshy. There was no blood left on it, but it didn’t look like something anyone would want pressed against their hoo-haa.
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>>2220868 No one bothered to discuss with Daisy. There was no point in trying to convince her of doing something she had repeatedly stated she had no intention of doing. Either we would force her, or we wouldn’t; and that was a problem for the future, either way. Medea apologized for taking so much of our time and prompted us to take a seat back at our places. Even daisy was drawn to her own little corner of the circle and sat perfectly to where she was meant to go.
The loser for the round would be Lisa. Medea formulated a dare, but she had recently opened a Pandora’s box that came to haunt her back. Now that suggestions could be taken, Erika and Jill both pressed their own ideas on top of what Medea was planning. The results was rather convoluted and sounded a little dangerous. I did not agree to what they were planning to do, since the direst consequences were potentially directed to me rather than the dare-taker.
“Do I really have to tear my clothes?” Lisa beseeched, “I don’t have much remaining.”
I bit at Erika’s ankle so she couldn’t apologize, she turned angry at me. I head-bumped her leg and she forgave me by petting me.
“I can fix whatever damage results,” assured Medea.
“Oh. Okay, then! I trust you,” Lisa was very fast to agree for having looked so unwilling seconds ago.
We had Lisa strip so it would be easier to make the preparations. Her top and pants were both offered to me to claw at them convincingly. I couldn’t just tear them apart; I had to make very flashy, straight, three-pronged claw mark at visible places.
“They look kind of cool,” Erika seriously opined, “That’s one way to spice up a shirt. And the claw mark at the knees? That looks sick. Can I give you an old pair of pants to do the same thing with them?” I had no reason to refuse, so I didn’t.
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>>2220871 When all was said and done, it wasn’t as convincing a job as I would have liked it to be. We had Lisa with a few claw marks at her clothes in various places covered in ketchup – which she complained was very cold and sticky –, we had messed up her hair and it took Medea’s pleas to convince her to splatter some dirt covered with more ketchup at her face. In all honesty, Lisa looked like a low-budget zombie from an old movie.
“Wish me luck,” was all Lisa said, waddling slowly to fulfill her dare, since some ketchup we had placed at her back had run down all the way to her butt-crack.
a) The camp enters in a state of panic. They decide to hunt down Aria.
b) The camp enters in a state of panic. They decide to flee and to cancel the party for now.
c) Lisa’s state is believable. Defensive measures are taken and people are not allowed to go into the woods alone anymore. They all huddle together in an atmosphere of fear.
d) The camp decides to put traps for Aria. They lure her in with corndogs, since apparently the werecat eats those, using tricks meant for cats.
e) Lisa is found out a liar.
About the Bikini:
1) Force Daisy to wear it, plain and simple.
2) Save it for a dare.
3) Save the bikini for later use.
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>>2220873 D. I don't want Aria to actually get caught because that'd interrupt the game for dubious benefit, but it's a reasonable reaction and can lead to an update or two of Aria tormenting the poor campers by escaping the traps.
In time I'd like the camp to spot the game once the dares start escalating so our lewder dares take place in front of the entire camp, and for that we can't mess with the party *too* much.
1, because Daisy is our slave and why bother making it if she's not gonna wear it?
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>>2220873 D. I voting for D. Sounds funny, and can lead up to Aria being dared to be captured pathetically. Or Aria taunting the campers by taking the corndogs and replacing them with stuff like dead animals that she catches, rocks or maybe even her clothes if dared.
Also someone else besides Aria can "accidentally" trigger a trap as a dare.
I am not voting for option E. but it is tempting. Makes me curious what they are going to do with Lisa the liar. Are they really going to let her go after giving them a scare?
2. Aria can wear it to make her look more feral for a werecat dare.
Maybe a nice touch for Aria would if whiskers were drawn on her face like in the picture posted here.
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>>2220873 D1
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B would be plain boring ;)
C may be a bit gloomy
E could be potentially hilarious if played out right
A
>>2220694 >>2220715 possibly turns the story pretty dark too soon. Not against it, but also not sure whats yet to come, so it may be a bit early for that route.
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>>2220873 D but Aria outsmarts the traps
No preference on second choice
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>>2221025 I already voted and I am not changing my vote. But I realized that option C. is not too bad. If everyone is huddle close together. Aria could easily scare the crap out everyone with angry/scary cat howls. That would be funny to see their reactions. Also a lager group makes a bigger audience for any dares. For example a strip show dare or something.
B. is defiantly the least interesting option.
A. won't be too bad long as they use nets or other subduing/restraining tools. I think I would be interesting in a way if this lead to the campers really believing that Aria losses control when she is a werecat at night. Then start some kind of watch on Aria so she does not cause trouble at night or restrict Aria in some way to prevent her from "harming people". (Basically treating Aria like she a nightly werewolf transformation and making counter measures for when she "changes")
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>>2220873 I already voted and I am not changing my vote. But I realized that option C. is not too bad. If everyone is huddle close together. Aria could easily scare the crap out everyone with angry/scary cat howls. That would be funny to see their reactions. Also a lager group makes a bigger audience for any dares. For example a strip show dare or something.
B. is defiantly the least interesting option.
A. won't be too bad long as they use nets or other subduing/restraining tools. I think I would be interesting in a way if this lead to the campers really believing that Aria losses control when she is a werecat at night. Then start some kind of watch on Aria so she does not cause trouble at night or restrict Aria in some way to prevent her from "harming people". (Basically treating Aria like she has a nightly werewolf transformation and making counter measures for when she "changes")
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6 votes are still good for the pace most people want; but I'm going to have to jump in and set a minimum. One part a day just feels too slow.
If by 12hrs and 22 hrs CTD there's no 6 votes, a part will be posted anyway. This one's an hour early, the sole exception.
>>2220873 Lisa took a deep breath and shook her wrists with deadened hands. I couldn’t help reaching for the nearest tree and climb it up as fast as I could in a fit of desperate panic as Lisa let out a piercing shriek that shook me to my core.
Lisa could have at least warned us! Erika laughed at me. Jill giggled behind his hand. “It’s not funny!” I half-shouted, half-whispered; my tail had become all puffy and I passed a hand over it to try and fix it.
I wasn’t the only one that winced, jumped or flinched at the horrible and sudden high-pitched sound coming out of Lisa’s throat. Daisy, Carmen, and even the giggling Jill all reacted in a way that would have been comical if I hadn’t overshadowed them all.
That was just between our circle of friends. At the campfire, Lisa kind of caused a chain-reaction by howling a second time, this time charging straight ahead.
It was chaos. Girls shouted in response to Lisa, alarming other girls and making them shout, and the second round of screams prompted a third one. By then, the girls who were done with the first yell, yelled again because probably the third one scared them. Even I screamed, hugging the branch I was on. When would it stop?
We might not have perfected Lisa’s appearance as a victim of a vicious animal attack, but she more than made up for it with her amazing impersonation and acting. Over twenty people were already panicking, boys were running to meet with her, and everyone was alarmed.
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>>2221234 “The werecat!” Lisa said as loudly as she could, which was impressive since I had assumed she had spent her whole breath just recently. “I got attacked! The werecat!” she repeated, sobbing very convincingly.
Rodrigo ran to embrace her, but holding Lisa in his arms, he felt the ketchup and looked as his hand with a funny grimace denoting confusion. Lisa winked at him.
“Oh. Oh! I-I mean. She’s been hurt!” Rodrigo was not nearly a talented an actor as Lisa. “There’s blood all over her!”
“She’s going to die!” some girl shrieked.
“Oh my god! The werecat is attacking people again!”
“Where? Where did you get attacked? WHERE IS THE WERECAT??” Eugene boomed hysterically.
The werecat was standing on the same branch she jumped from to steal some food, looking down at the riled up mob. I knew it was dangerous, but I didn’t want to miss anything. Besides, what could they really do to me? Shake their fists angrily? I could always run away and leave them behind.
“She’s fainted,” announced Rodrigo with a fake solemnity so evident I couldn’t help but cover my face with my palm. Kirby arrived at the scene, kneeling besides Rodrigo, who was holding Lisa, and whispering among themselves. Rodrigo whispered what he had deduced from Lisa’s wink, being very close to the truth.
The boys had not been completely filled in The Game; we were forbidden from outright telling them, but they had figured it by themselves given very obvious and hard-to-miss clues; that was the situation as far as I understood it, I hadn’t been actually present during the conversations in which their girlfriends had disclosed what they could.
“Let her rest!” Kirby took charge, he sounded more convincing than his friend. “Everyone near the fire! The werecat fears the fire!” who didn’t?
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>>2221235 “Let’s grab some torches, then! We’ll burn her!” Eugene immediately jumped the gun.
“No, you fucking idiot! We’d cause a forest fire! Think before you speak!” someone shut him up.
“Let’s get out of here. Return to our cabins. No one ever gets attacked behind solid walls.”
“That’s what the werecat wants! She’s drawing us away from the fire.”
“We should have ended her when she was vulnerable during the day.”
“Alright! Let’s calm down!” Rodrigo called.
“Yeah… no killing anyone, okay?” Kirby panicked. I repeatedly nodded my head in complete agreement, even if no one could see me. “The werecat is just an innocent girl, she’s not responsible from what she causes at night.”
“Then what do we do? Did you see what she did to Lisa? She’s nearly dead!”
“She’s… she’s not so bad!” Rodrigo spilled. Kirby nudged him to stop him from speaking.
A heated discussion followed. There were too many people present to have any possibility at a civilized talk for any longer. It continued until some skinny-tall guy got the idea to appropriate the speaker and used its power to rule over the crowd.
“We can’t kill the werecat!” he sonorously started his speech.
“The hell we can’t!”
“Shut up,” tall, skinny guy went on. “We can’t kill her, but we can capture her. She has a mind of an animal, right? If we can get, I don’t know, a trap! A trap for beasts with some food on them.”
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>>2221236 “What does she even eat?”
“People and corndogs. Shut up, Let Dugald speak. It’s his party.”
“Thanks, but I was about done!” Dugald admitted. I had seen his name on the groups of the camp. He was kind of popular and well-known. “We need to trap the cat-girl to keep this from happening again and then… then we decide what we do when we have her.”
The party split into well-defined groups. Some were small – two people – some were huge – eight girls had huddled together. Most were mixed gender, a few were not. If I was actually dangerous, splitting up into smaller groups would be a really stupid thing to do.
Each group had been tasked with putting up a trap. Some were going to follow instructions from videos, some claimed to know full well what they were doing. Kirby and Rodrigo stayed behind to ‘watch over Lisa and the camp’.
“We’re left alone for a little while, I guess,” evidenced Jill. I dropped from above a short distance behind her to try startling her, still a little mad at her recent mocking. I didn’t succeed.
“Then let’s make the most out of it,” Erika suggested.
“Not so soon!” I interrupted. “Daisy, Medea worked very hard on your bikini. Could you at least wear it?”
“I’m not wearing that,” was all she had to say about it.
“You’re a slave and you’re going to,” Carmen retorted. “It was your bet to obey Aria, wasn’t it? Do it instead of making it harder on yourself.”
“Oh, Daisy~,” Jill sang in a sweet voice. “Remember what we talked about?”
“Please, Jill! This one thing! Please, I don’t want to!” Daisy pleaded.
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>>2221237 I was tempted to let this one slide, but one look at the expression of Jill told me she wasn’t going to budge.
a) Aria is to let herself be seen by a hunting party. She has to be naked, but only needs to be seen very briefly.
b) Jill takes off her bra and goes around the woods telling people that in order to avoid the werecat from attacking, a female must offer herself. Sparks a new myth.
c) Carmen does the doggy peanut butter trick on a willing (or not) participant (can vote for who it is). The action is to be performed near the campfire, and Carmen has to hurry before people are back.
d) Daisy shows up her new tribal bikini with some cat ears and Carmen’s former tail.
e) Medea is given the perfect situation to scare the crap out of some people. For instance, Dan (sadly, as far as Dan knows the ghost girl has always been nude).
f) Erika takes four shots of vodka in quick succession.
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>>2221238 E because Medea ghost hyjinks are too good to resist. We can lead that into Aria playing her part as werecat and after that to getting one of the group drunk.
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>>2221238 >the doggy peanut butter trick what
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>>2221258 It's a meme that people put sweet things in their genitals to train dogs to orally please them.
Carmen is often treated as a dog, and kind of likes it.
She is to perform said trick on another member of the group.
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>>2221238 B sounds hilarious
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>>2221238 e) or d)---
Medea is always impressive in these situations and this opportunity is just too good to let slip. And if its dark enough Daisy may get mistaken for Aria, wich would be hilarious in itself.
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>>2221238 Can't believe I'm finally done catching up with the story, took me almost a week. Really glad I stumbled upon this thread.
b) sound like fun.
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>>2221238 E. I really like watching Medea scare the crap out of people.
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>>2221238 Let's see what will happen.
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>>2221238 B
>>2221427 * replied wrong thread
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I'm late. For new people, welcome. Thursdays are always busy.
>>2221238 Daisy had finally worn the mouse bikini. She stood and moved like she had soiled herself; with something disgusting and squishy in her non-existing pants. She didn’t cry, but kept making faces that only served to make her look ridiculous.
Medea had made the bikini to be tied to the sides, in order to make it fit to any body-type, but also offered the risk of it coming loose and falling; which honestly was what Daisy would have preferred.
“I’m going to get an infection, I just know it!” Daisy complained.
“The animal smelled clean,” I tried to ease her. Medea also assured she had taken precautions to make the pelt sanitary. Daisy would listen to none of it. Some people just wanted to make life hard on themselves.
Lisa also didn’t look very comfortable in her ketchup-covered form. She had once again asked to the boys to remain behind. We didn’t really have anything to hide form The Game itself, but Daisy was still topless; and only wearing a pelt that barely covered her pubis and just the lowest regions of her pale, little behind.
“Let’s make this quick,” Lisa said at the time she spun the bottle. “No one’s here so let’s use the chance to do something,” Lisa had certainly done something. Not only had she finished the beer that Erika had very recently bought here, she had a new bottle on her hand.
The loser was Jill. She was thrilled to lose. “Give me a good one. I don’t care if it’s hard,” she outright stated, and a malicious grin started forming on Lisa’s face.
“How would you like showing your tits around a little?” Lisa chortled.
As it turned out, Jill wouldn’t even mind on the slightest. Why would she? Every boy in camp had seen them, from every angle. It was easier to stumble upon a picture of her cute bazongas than it was to contact online any member of the staff of the camp.
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>>2221490 Because of this, Jill was given an additional challenge. I didn’t protest out loud, but did groan; the dares always came at a collateral damage to my reputation. Jill was tasked with giving people an infallible method to survive an attack from the werecat.
Jill took off her bra, asked for no permission before putting it on my head, the cups covering my ears; and headed off. No one had any doubt she would fulfill her dare, but it was customary to have witnesses. As always, I was one of them; my companion was Carmen.
I was the only one able to track groups of people, the closest one and the first we found was Ana’s. She had her whole crew this time, including Denise and Edith. In addition to those five; three girls I didn’t know were accompanying them. It was an all-female group and even if they weren’t I didn’t doubt Jill wouldn’t have a problem approaching them.
“Hey,” she greeted them.
“Hey,” automatically responded Tammy before even looking at Jill.
“Why are you naked?” Ana asked Jill, suspecting something was afoot.
“I’m not naked. I’m wearing panties, see?” Jill pointed at her black, fancy pair. “And I am because it’s the safest way to be around here.”
“I never had the chance to tell you. You have lovely tits,” complimented Denise. Jill acquiesced with a warm smile.
“Why did you undress?” pressed Ana in a bad mood. It was easy enough to tell by sight, but I could even smell she was nervous.
Carmen and I were in no obligation to hide ourselves if we didn’t want to. We could accompany Jill all the way through, but something just felt off about doing it that way. Carmen was listening what she could using the dense foliage to shield herself from sight. I had a much better position from above; but my insistence in bending my legs had resulted in a small tear at the back of my jeans that I would have to fix later. At least I was wearing underwear this time around.
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>>2221491 “Because of the werecat. Do you remember the announcement of the other night?”
“Of course we do. What the hell got into you that time?” asked a girl that I was sure to have seen somewhere, but whose name I didn’t know. Besides Jill, she was the most attractive of the girls there. She had an amazing body.
“It was so hot!” added Denise. “Did you like it? Getting naked in front of all the people and talking about having sex with another girl?” she teased, but it only went to show she didn’t know who she was talking with.
“Yeah, I kinda did,” Jill freely admitted. “It was truth, though. And I come to warn you about it. Do you remember all of the werecat’s attacks? They’re always on clothed girls, and she always tries to undress them.”
Jill was allowed to keep talking more or less uninterrupted. Questions arose and Jill was quick to address them. Jill did a good job trying to join a chronology of all the dares in which I had to be the presented or referred to as the werecat to make sense of them.
According to Jill, the werecat was a monster of lust and the only way to satisfy her was to willingly offer oneself to have sex with. The werecat would never attack a naked woman and would be tender and a good lover to all who complied. Even if the sex was rejected, being naked or at the very least skimpily dressed was a powerful deterrent against the werecat’s attacks, assuming one was female.
The explanation was nonsensical and stupid. They bought every single word of it. The girls were nervous enough to take off their shirts – but not their bras – since Jill assured it was much less likely they would be targeted that way. Denise took off her pants as well, calling dibs on having sexual relationships with me whenever I appeared.
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>>2221492 Ana, Edith and Tammy in exchange talked about their experiences with me; when I was acting like a cat and they fed me those delicious and greasy anchovies. Denise reminisced about having orally pleased me and how that was probably the reason I was friendly all along.
Jill asked the girls to spread the word so there wouldn’t me more attacks, and left. My face was completely turned crimson when I came down to tell Jill about where to find the next group. It was really embarrassing to have people talk about having intercourse with me, and it didn’t get better with time.
The next group we found was mixed-gender; Jill was very confident in talking to them and paid no mind to the boys ogling at her body. She repeated the explanation and left in peace. The girls of that particular group kept all their clothes on, but I could hear them have a discussion about what to do ‘if it came to that’ as Jill was leaving.
Nightshade was a little difficult. Larry and that burly guy who was friends with Erika were with him. Larry paralyzed at the sight of Jill’s bosom up close. Eugene kept calling Jill a liar and announcing in an unnecessarily loud voice that he had seen the truth and knew everything there was to know about the werecat, once again claiming he had created me.
a) Jill is asked to repeat herself in front of the whole party so nobody misses the information.
b) Aria sees someone she doesn’t like and can’t resist the urge to mess with them (there’s a default choice, but you can pick your own).
c) Aria actually falls into a trap.
d) Daisy removes her bikini and tries to make a run for it when Jill wasn’t around. She’s given a penalty with the next dare.
e) Erika and Lisa have been heavily drinking ever since Jill left.
f) Jill finishes telling some more people and we move on with the next dare.
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>>2221493 F is exclusive, the others aren’t. If you pick too many, the next part might come out too long. As for the next dare:
1) Loser does vodka shots.
2) Medea scaring people is still on the table.
3) Aria can be dared to fall into a trap on purpose.
4) Loser strips naked for the night (can’t be Daisy).
5) Loser becomes a werecat double with the ears and tail (can’t be Aria).
As always, you can vote for who the loser is, or vote Random.
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>>2221494 A+B+E. Jill spreads the word to everyone and we 'prove' it with a werecat attack.
2, we've still got the chance to remind Dan that the werecat isn't the only spooky thing in these woods.
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ABE sounds fun
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>>2221493 A+B+E fun combo
Erika and Lisa should be careful they might get caught in a trap while inebriated.
2. Spooky Scary Medea Sends Shivers Down your Spine
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A+B+E 2
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A+B+E 2 wins.
As warned, the part came a little longer than usual. Hopefully you won't mind too much.
Now more than ever, it is true that it can take up to 5 hours to complete the part regardless of how fast you vote, unless it's Sunday.
>>2221494 Eugene was too scary and too over-the-top for even Jill to deal with. There was a point in which I thought I would have to jump in when he grabbed the poor basically naked girl and shook her by her shoulders. Like Jill, Nightshade was topless and his skinny, but somehow wiry physique made him look all the more dangerous.
“You lie! You lie and you know you lie!” he kept alternating his voice volume causing me to keep rotating my head in confusion, because what he was doing somehow gave an illusion he was jumping through space.
“Alright! Alright! That’s enough Nightshade!” Francis stepped forward to grab the skinny arms of his friends and force him to let go of Jill.
“You dare side with the liar!” Eugene shouted foaming from his mouth.
“Nightshade, please! You know my allegiance better than anyone! I am protecting you!” Francis replied. “I got this, just go away,” he whispered to Jill, then he went back to Eugene. “You are speaking with no other than the High Priestess of the proletariat! Do you know what they’ll do to you? We’re not ready to take them all out… yet.”
While Francis appealed to the crazed moron, Jill understood the situation and slowly walked backwards, then ran into Carmen’s position. They both left as fast as they could.
“That guy’s got some issues,” Jill had to say about Nightshade. “I’m glad that’s over with. Where next, Aria?”
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>>2221559 There was a large group nearby. It had mostly men, so it was perfect to see if we could at least make Jill feel a little self-conscious, although I doubted it; the experiences we had forced on her had tempered her character well beyond any of the veterans of the group, and that was without counting the fact that exhibitionism aroused her. Not that I had anything against that; I accepted Jill the way she was, like she did with me.
“Hey, guys!” Jill merrily greeted the group of four guys and a girl, striking a pose as she lifting her hand to wave; completely uncaring about her current attire.
“Uh… hi, Jill,” responded a guy I didn’t know, who had to make a conscious effort to unglue his eyes from Jill’s breasts. The lone girl of the group looked with scorn at him, and then at Jill; neither seemed to care much.
“Shit, woman. It’s hardly even a minute past nine!” the skinny guy I remembered who had taken control from the speaker who people called Dugald said to her. “Are you that drunk already?” he made fun of Jill in a friendly way.
“What are you doing alone? It’s dangerous!” the unknown girl scolded Jill with a very angry tone.
“What part of she’s drunk do you not understand?” the first guy defended her. “You better come with us.”
“And wear a fucking jacket or something,” the girl commented, insinuating an insult to Jill.
“No, no, no. You don’t get it,” Jill finally interrupted them, and proceeded with the explanation she had given before, once again making me see like a shameless, nymphomaniac, lesbian rapist.
“Is this true, Jill?” Dugald asked for a confirmation for a third time in the conversation. “You’re not shitting me, right? And you’re not drunk?”
Jill allowed Dugald to step close to her so he could smell her breath; even if it was obvious to everyone that he had underlying motives, namely looking at two pretty, round shapes from as short a distance as possible.
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>>2221560 “This is hardly the first time I go around like this in the forest. I’m telling you. A simple female offering and the werecat will be as docile as a kitty. When she’s sated, she even allows to be petted and fed,” Jill kept making stuff up that I would have to deal with in the future, while all I wanted to do is to shout her to stop.
“What about boys? What can we do about her?” a guy who had not spoken until then raised the issue.
“Err… the werecat tries to avoid boys in the first place. You should be fine as long as you don’t go out of you way to provoke her,” Jill remarked, and for once her statement suited me just fine. “If you try to force yourself into her, she’ll scratch your dick off,” yes, I would. “Well, I’m off to warn everybody else!”
“Not so fast!” Dugald took the liberty to grabbing Jill’s hand. “It’s better if we tell everyone at once. Come.”
Jill was given no choice in the matter. Instead of being let go so she could join us and I could point her into her next meeting, she was dragged along to the bonfire; where Erika and Lisa were giggling their heads off, sitting on the log benches near the fire. Rodrigo and Kirby were with them, but Daisy wasn’t. I could smell both Daisy and her smelly bikini back at the circle; they had left the poor thing all alone.
“Weren’t you just attacked?” someone asked at Lisa, who was too busy giggling at a joke about an elevator and a baby kangaroo.
“I… told you it wasn’t so bad!” Rodrigo stood up from his place and tried to cover Lisa from sight to hide the lack of ketchup in her attire.
“What are you guys doing back so soon? Did you make the traps already?” Kirby tried to change the topic.
“Something came up,” relayed Dugald.
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>>2221561 He used the speaker and the microphone to call everyone back. The sound traveled admirably well through the empty forest at night. I doubted even the nearly useless human ears failed to pick something so loud and obvious. I was proven right not long after; people started heading back; most did so running.
A bunch of cellphone lanterns closed to the bonfire, and the totality of the campers who bothered to come to the party – which by my estimation had to be at least half the darn camp, counting my group and me –, all asking what happened and why had they been summoned.
Dugald waited until everyone was on and said there was an important announcement to make. He gave the microphone he was holding to Jill, who still wearing nothing but a pair of panties, had to stand into one of the benches and speak in front of a crowd.
“Why is she naked, was she attacked?”
“I think she lost a bet some time ago in a match against the werecat. Did you miss the tennis tournament thing going on?”
“Oh, right. Sorry.”
“WHAT? The werecat plays tennis now?”
“She’s a normal girl by day. Shut up. Let’s hear what she has to say.”
“Well… thanks for joining us!” Jill was nervous but for a second; and delayed nothing in regaining her confidence, even while next to nude in front of such a big crowd. “I know you guys remember me, don’t you?” the affirmative answers were deafening. Many even mocked or derided Jill for her usual nudity; mostly other girls. “Well, glad you do remember. So, long story short; I know the werecat’s weakness: girls.”
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>>2221562 It just had to count as a completion of Jill’s dare. She had managed to tell every single person in the woods about the stupid made-up story about my supposed status as a literal sexual predator. At first some people laughed, but Jill’s statements were soon confirmed by Ana and her group, who went as far as to take off the microphone from Jill to tell a somewhat altered version of my visit to their cabin.
In their telling, I was dangerous and feral until they offered me food to distract me so I could spare them from my wrath and the ‘brave’ Denise ‘had a feeling’ to approach me from the back, lick my genitals; and that way they calmed me down; which is when they started to play with me and I became completely harmless. I knew Jill was baring her tits in front of A LOT of people, but I just had to be the most embarrassed person around.
Jill just allowed the situation to jump out of control while Erika and Lisa now openly laughed; plainly showing they were at least tipsy if not downright drunk.
Needless to say, I was in a very sour mood back at our circle. I pouted with my hands and legs crossed, slapping any gentle hands that tried to pet me to make me feel better.
“Come on, Aria! It’s just for fun!” slurred Lisa. “It’ll be fine.”
The party didn’t go on after the announcement. Armed with new information about how to stay safe against my attacks, the campers had a surge of courage and went right back to trap the area, now resolute to catch me whatever it took.
Not even Kirby or Rodrigo stayed behind. People just grabbed beers, snacks, turned on the lights of their phones and headed right back the way they came from, now much less scared.
Jill rolled the bottle, as was her right. The loser of the next round was Medea. This was her second loss when there were some people who hadn’t even lost once. Erika whistled, Jill patted Medea’s head condescendingly. Daisy breathed easy just knowing it wasn’t her.
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>>2221563 “Dan and his friends are just wandering around while it’s dark, it’s just too good of a chance to let it go to waste,” Jill rationalized. She had heard all about our former dares with Medea and had always displayed a desire to share the experience sometime.
“It’s uh… it’s okay if you don’t want to do it naked this time,” offered Lisa when nobody asked her.
“She has to be naked. People have seen her dress,” Erika pointed out. “They would recognize her in a second.”
“And Dan has always seen the ghost girl as nude,” further added Carmen. Medea made no objections.
“Aria, I am terribly sorry the results of the dares of tonight always seem to have a significant toll on your psyche, I truly am,” Medea stood up to address me, and for once I didn’t slap away a hand placed on my head. “Can I trouble you with a favor?”
I sighed. “Yes, I’ll find Dan for you,” I offered, starting to remove my pants. Who else could possibly find him?
“Thanks,” Medea beamed at me. “I am counting on you, then.”
I stretched a little and then bolted off. I knew I had to be quick. Finding a specific person was much harder than just tracking any human movement through the forest; and if I took too long Dan and his group could finish their trap and head back to the campfire and Medea would lose her chance. I would sulk later.
A particular signal caught my attention. I just couldn’t help it; I was just curious and followed it. It was a girl, all alone. There was no one nearby her. She must have been very confident on herself to come out into the turf of the werecat like that. I felt a little disrespected.
a) It’s Ruth. She was put in her place by Erika at the Cafeteria.
b) Ana. You should know her by now.
c) Lillie. AKA baseball bat.
d) Natty. The tennis player with the huge rack.
e) Dixie. The girl who is missing her vibe and butt-plug.
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>>2221564 You can vote for any girl you want, even if she’s not listed here. My default was Ruth. How would Aria proceed?
1) Leave her alone (jump to Medea’s dare).
2) Try to terrorize her (non-sexual, at least in the beginning).
3) Strip naked and try to take advantage of the shitshow Jill just caused.
4) Approach her normally, standing upright and behaving like a human, just to see how she reacts.
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>>2221565 A or B, I don't have anything against Natty, Lillie's already got her nude interview in store, and Dixie's actively looking for Aria which throws things off. Meanwhile Ruth has reason to be afraid of us and Ana's topical.
3. Ideally the target will strip naked to placate Aria and Aria will go along with it to give Jill's story credence.
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>>2221565 a2
i just dont think she is buying jills and lisas act and gets into full on panic mode as the disgrace at the cafeteria left quite a mark on her.
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>>2221564 A3. Ruth is a good target
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>>2221565 Ruth. I remembered her name now. She had fought against Carmen back at the Cafeteria. She had won, but her victory was very short lived since Erika had some things to say about it. She had suffered quite a humiliation that day, being tortured on a wooden horse. I was surprised that she still dared to show her face in public; then again, I showed my face in public and had been through similar events, and had even been labeled a monster.
I did not care for her; it wasn’t just for Carmen’s sake. I remembered she had displayed a rather cowardly attitude when she found herself in the losing end, and been arrogant when she thought to have the advantage. Moreover, I had this morbid impulse to test the legends that my friends insisted in making a thing.
Ruth walked ahead very slowly, her hands occupied making use of the keyboard of her phone. I stripped noiselessly; just to play my role as the werecat even better. It was hard to choose whether I was proud or disappointed of myself. I hardly knew Ruth, and I didn’t care one bit if she saw me naked. I felt very differently than last week; Jill might have been the most affected, but she wasn’t the only one. Was I becoming braver, or more shameless?
After making absolutely sure that my clothes were all tied up and very secure at the highest point of a tree I could reach without making a noise, I jumped down to ground level and began stalking Ruth. I prowled making use of the cover of darkness and the tall grass to get to the desired position.
I showed my presence by hissing. I was to Ruth’s left; twenty feet away. Of course I wasn’t actually going to pounce on her, although I kind of wanted to; I wanted her afraid, and jumping her could trigger a fight response, which I wasn’t looking for.
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>>2221633 Ruth turned, noticing the noise. I hissed again, I lifted my tail and arched my back. I growled. It was an act, I couldn’t sponge my tail at will, and I couldn’t do those beastly yowls that came out when I actually felt threatened; but the sounds that came out of my mouth served their purpose well.
“Oh, f-fuck!” she cursed, jumping back and dropping her phone. She clumsily tried to catch it but it only bounced off her hands, slippery like soap, and it made its way to the soft ground.
As Ruth tried to kneel to retrieve her dropped instrument, I started walking in her direction in all fours, making sure to display my fangs as I tried to roar – only some hissing or meowing sound came –. Ruth stepped back, holding her hands in front of herself, like I was an armed perpetrator.
“E-easy, there! Easy… A-aria! Your name is Aria, right? Easy, e-easy, girl!”
I gave an inhumanly long leap forward and scratched at the air aggressively, I was still good six feet away from Ruth but she still shrieked and fell back. That didn’t stop me and it didn’t stop her; she crawled on reverse like a crab, I could smell her fear.
“Grrmeeeeeowww!” I went. Even I could tell it wasn’t a very intimidating sound, but it was doing the trick.
“F-fuck, why me?” Ruth mused, at the verge of wetting herself.
I gave her an opening, letting the light of her phone catch my attention. I sniffed at it. Ruth didn’t mind me ding too much, but as I hoped she would, she took the chance to stand up and to think a little about her situation.
I faced her again, and hissed anew. I bent my legs in an unmistakable signal that I was ready to go attack. I gave Ruth two seconds to react.
“G-god, please let this work, please, please let this work!” she prayed, undoing her shorts as fast as she could. She dropped them.
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>>2221635 It was hard to keep my expression of an angry cat; I found the situation quite funny. I closed my mouth and relaxed my legs a little; trying to make it as obvious as possible that my demeanor was not to be considered as aggressive as it was before Ruth took action. Positive reinforcement.
“It… it works? Y-yes, it works!” Ruth excitedly exclaimed, she basically ripped away at her panties, making herself trip and caring very little her bare bottom had once again bumped the ground. She kicked away her clothes like they were on fire.
Ruth wasn’t ugly, not at all. She wasn’t very tall, even by my standards. She had naturally reddened lips; which got a little paler when she saw me; and some huge, massive eyelashes. When worried, she could do this cute little thing when she opened her mouth just a little, showing her white front teeth between her red lips. Her breasts were generous, I could tell from even beneath her shirt; but the brunette’s main asset as a woman had to be her wide hips paired with an acceptably tiny waist. She had trimmed her pubes since last time; probably to even them out after the relentless abuse they had suffered at the hands of Carmen; who had plucked them out mercilessly in retaliation to what was done to her.
I strutted to Ruth, mouse closed and tail down; wary but not aggressive; not friendly but not quite the opposite. She remained sitting and bottomless, gulping while awaiting my judgment. I sniffed at her feet, still covered by sneakers, then at her legs. I wanted to smell at her crotch, but didn’t dare to, even when I was supposed to be a mindless animal. Instead, I went to her face next, and inhaled very loudly. Ruth closed her eyes.
a) Tear her clothes to make them useless.
b) Orally please her.
c) Make her orally please Aria.
d) Make her masturbate Aria.
e) Make Ruth get naked, but then Aria will be friendly towards her.
f) Steal her shorts and leave it at that, go look for Dan instead.
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>>2221636 A+B. Give her a good experience and let her return to the bonfire naked with her shredded clothes as proof that yes, she did meet the werecat and yes, she's naked but unharmed.
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>>2221636 A+F(+B?)
let the kitty have some trophys :)
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F and -B, since it might not be the best to be known as the rapist cat in camp.
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can you please stop posting so fast itt you are ruining my chances of getting the good digits today
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c, aria needs a good lick
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A+B+F won.
>>2221684 Join us.
>>2221636 I started to circle around Ruth. She stayed motionless; butt to the ground, arms supporting her from behind, knees bent; not a good position to start running from. I made it to Ruth’s back and sniffed at her neck, enjoying it that it tickled at her.
In an impulsive mood, I scratched at her back without warning. Ruth’s shirt split open in half, while her push-up bra fell off. Since there was no reaction, I tore the shoulders as well, making the shit now completely useless; the scraps of it fluttered a bit before dropping. She was still wearing sneakers, but Ruth was now naked and she still refused to move.
I went back to her front to admire my handiwork. It was more than a little bothering that despite my breasts having a very acceptable size for my stature, I had met so many girls who easily outdid me. Seeing me stare at her so intensely, Ruth tried to give a ‘step’ backward, separating her legs from one another and ending in a crooked posture. It gave me a full view of her pussy.
Ruth’s pussy was less pink and had more of a red tone to it; some of its interior naturally displayed itself when Ruth had her limbs apart.
“That’s… that’s what you want, huh? I’ve heard stuff about you,” Ruth spoke with a dry throat. I gave a step forward, which in the context-dependent cat-language meant a plain ‘yes’. “It’s…” Ruth swallowed, “it’s okay… c-come. Y-you don’t attack naked girls, do you?”
Ruth dared to lift an arm and try to reach for my head. At first I faked rejection and distrust, flexing and watching at the hand suspiciously. Then, I bent forward and sniffed at it. The hand was warm, still having some heat from the phone Ruth had been manipulating. It smelled like dirt and I could tell that at some point some beer had been spilled in one of her fingers, it stank.
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>>2221755 I signaled and allowed for Ruth to place her hand on my head, she tentatively moved it in a circular motion very slowly. “You have very soft hair, werecat,” she said. I didn’t appreciate being called that, but even I could see that the way I was acting, by this point it was kind of my fault. I had no need to torment this girl; and the only reason I did because I thought it would be in good fun. Now, without moving my sight from that thing between Ruth’s legs, I had this malicious intention of doing something very abusive and uncalled for just because I was sure I could get away with it.
Ruth grew more confident as she made bodily contact with me; I was wary of never letting her get too comfortable, flinching whenever she tried to stand up or move anything else than the hand she was using for petting my head. “You… you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” she pleaded. “You’re going to… going to let me go, aren’t you? Please? You don’t attack naked girls, remember?” Ruth bargained.
“If… if you want it so badly, t-then go for it, you know?” Ruth commented, well aware of where my eyes had been focused on all this time. She dared to press my head downwards a little bit, a more tacit admission of the permissions she was bestowing upon me. I acquiesced.
Inhaling the air near Ruth’s groin, I made her shudder. She was quite dry. I timidly dared to give it a quick lick. “Eeek,” Ruth weakly blurted, making a great effort to not use a volume that could startle a wild creature.
I lifted my sight, probing at Ruth’s eyes, asking for confirmation. I didn’t feel like forcing something so intimate into anyone, at least not anymore; I decided that if she wasn’t willing I would just go away. “Don’t you tease me, y-you… if you’re going to do it, then go ahead and do it already,” she urged.
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>>2221756 It was hard to tell if she just accepted it would happen and just wanted to get it over with, or she actually just was angry I had such a slow start. Still, I flexed like if I was going to drink from a puddle, and started methodically licking at Ruth; from bottom to top, nothing fancy.
Ruth didn’t need to say anything else. She made plenty of sounds, but what told me what I needed to know was how she spread her legs further apart to give me ease of access, and the surprising quickness with which her little thing got lubricated from the friction of my tongue against it.
“Y-you know, werecat…?” Ruth had lost all fear, but still had a hard time speaking as I sped up. “Before coming to this camp… before this, I had only kissed another girl once… it was for a dare. T-then…! Ahh…! Y-yes, t-there! Ah… then, then your friend Jill somehow convinced me to f-fuck, like… Ah! I thought, w-why not? The girl is… kinda famous, isn’t s-she? And she’s so hot, damn her. Sh-shit! Good kitty! G-good kitty!” she threw her head back. “A…anyway, Jill’s got me th-thinking; m-maybe it was just a one-time thing, maybe I am n-not actually… you know. B-but! AH! Keep going! K-keep going! Ah! AHHH! AHHHHH!!!”
Ruth had been forceful; it made me question who was in control of the situation. She had grabbed my hair rather roughly, and pressed my face to her womanhood without an ounce of worry. On her climax, Ruth lost some control of her legs, which started to enclose around me. I was considerate enough to insert my tongue inside Ruth to lick a little at her vaginal walls so she could have a pleasant orgasm; but once that was over with, I jumped away from Ruth and took my revenge, to teach her that treating someone giving you oral sex like that was just not acceptable.
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>>2221757 “Wait! Werecat! Where are you taking those?” I ran away. “Wait!” I had her shorts and underpants tightly gripped on my mouth. With Ruth’s wide hips, we obviously weren’t the same size, but all my friends were running very low on clothing and someone could surely use them.
Ruth had already been publically humiliated once, I was sure a little more nudity would be no problem for her.
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Ruth’s yells of passion had alerted a few people, and I had heard them all. Human voices were very easy to hear in an empty forest. I found Dan almost immediately afterwards; I made sure to grab the scent just in case before rushing back to inform Medea that her victim had been found.
“We heard yelling, is everything okay?” Jill fretted.
“It’s uh… a long story,” I didn’t want to lie, my tail would surely betray me, but was also not very keen on telling them how I had abused my position as the werecat to invade the intimacy of a girl – not a very innocent one, but still… –. “Follow me, I found Dan.”
I wasn’t the only one who understood we were on borrowed time. My little incursion had taken long enough, and we had to hurry before people started returning to the fire. No one had, yet; but Medea most likely had but one chance and it would be foolish to waste it.
Dan was right where I left him, clumsily trying to make a noose at a rope – string – to which was obviously a scaled up rabbit trap. I didn’t know if they were actually trying to fail or Dan and his friends all honestly expected I would fall for something like that.
“Well, Medea; you’re up!” I told her, and climbed above to get a better view. I was pantsless, as usual.
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>>2221758 Lisa and Erika had both stayed behind with Daisy. Carmen and Jill accompanied us. It was quite dark and they couldn’t use lights for the risk of being found out; so they could hardly see anything that wasn’t being illuminated by Dan’s phone.
Medea hurried to strip completely nude, giving her clothes to Jill for safekeeping.
a) Failure! Medea is finally found out.
b) Plain old success. Business as usual.
c) Collateral damage. Dan’s group is with a girl – all groups need a girl to stay safe against werecat – she faints and they leave her behind.
d) Critical success; instead of heading back, Dan’s group leaves the forest and they’re thought dead for the moment.
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>>2221760 C or D, I can see both options leading to fun things.
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>>2221757 wait, ruth fucked with jill? i havent read that. please for everything thats holy link me the post number where ruth fucked jill, i need this in my life.
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>>2221774 Pretty sure it was offscreen, from before we met Jill, sorry.
That said, you might be able to prevail on Camp of Dares to keep Ruth around and set something similar up in the future.
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>>2221774 From Ruth's character entry:
5’3’’, light brown hair, brown eyes. Naturally reddened lips, huge eyelashes. C cups, wide hips. Pubes slightly darker than her head hair. Trimmed pubes, pussy’s a little red, a bit of an outie. Cabin 7.
Saw Elmira and Aria walking to the cafeteria Day 5. Had a sexual encounter with Jill Crosier, still doesn’t considers herself a lesbian although would easily agree to repeat the encounter. Cannot hold her alcohol, lightweight. Very good volleyball player. Her favorite part on both males and females is the ass. Got tortured by Erika on afternoon day 6. Got her pubes pulled out by Carmen, so she trimmed them.
I have no trouble making Ruth reminisce about her encounter with Jill; maybe just a few paragraphs in which we can PoV to her.
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>>2221760 C, what could possibly go wrong, but D would also be fun... why are decisions always so hard... xD
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>>2221774 Just for you, anon.
>>2221760 Well, crap.
The damn werecat had stolen my clothes. It’s weird how now I’m worried about that; at least the damn thing didn’t kill me; so I guess there’s that.
I didn’t know if to believe what Jill said in her announcement, I just thought she was high or something when she just went and announced naked that she had fucked the werecat. Never in a million years would’ve I imagined it was actually a warning about how to survive against an attack of the monster.
The werecat was not half-bad. I’m not into girls; I’m really not; but she was kind of cute, and that was some tongue technique she had. Kind of reminded me of Jill.
It was almost a week ago; I am NOT the best at holding my beer. Andrea had snuck some beers into camp. She didn’t have a freezer, but she had two whole six packs and didn’t want them to go to waste. Shit, had we known what we now know now back then. We were terrified of being found out, Andrea freaked out every time she heard anyone by the door, thinking she would get in trouble.
I poured the beer in a two Gatorade bottles, Lise gave me the idea. I took a little walk around camp, just to know what was that; I went to the tennis courts hoping they had masts high enough to maybe play some volleyball.
My first mistake was going all alone; I mean, I wasn’t good friends with any of the other girls back then. I found a nice spot with some shade; took a seat and watched the girls play some tennis.
That’s how I met Jill. At first I was jealous; the damn girl had some legs that wouldn’t quit, her ass wasn’t as big as mine but damn, was it toned whenever it showed under her skirt when she jumped and flashed those pink panties. And to top it off she had the face of an angel, it pissed me right the fuck off.
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>>2221930 I kept my thoughts to myself, I’m not the kind to start shouting and start shit just because, at lest not when Maude isn’t around. I just kept quiet, just taking little sips of my little bottle of beer. I really didn’t notice, I swear I didn’t. At one point I was fine, the next one the colors were kind of intense and I was whooing and cheering at whoever played against Jill, wanting her to lose; I knew I was being kind of a bitch.
Well, after that it got even worse. I was half into the second bottle of beer and fuck; I just wasn’t myself anymore. I’m not all that clear on the details, but I do remember just thinking some really dumb stuff. If I say I was being a mean drunk that would be being kind. I was a fucking menace. I threw shit and Jill, and I told her, “You think you’re so hot, don’t you? You’re nothing but an ugly skeleton!”
I pissed myself. Fuck me, but I did. Between Jill and Juniper, even dripping with piss they dragged me to the showers. Having people telling me what happened then was just damn embarrassing, I am so glad I just half remember it.
I don’t know whose idea it was, but they got me still clothed into a booth, and a cold shower woke me right the fuck up. I wasn’t sobered up, but I was back in control, or something like that.
So I do remember how fucking humiliating it was that Jill had to pull down my pants and underwear and wash my… stuff by hand. I cried like a baby; told her how sorry I was, and how pretty she was, and how jealous I felt, and how dumb I felt for ruining her day. Jill was understanding; I’m never going to forget that.
She covered me in a towel and escorted me back to my place. I didn’t notice when Juniper left, probably before Jill had to wash my snatch.
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>>2221931 I’m not heavy, I’ve never been; but even then Jill was a strong girl. She basically carried me all the way and kind of deposited me in bed as she could. It was Lise’s bed; I got it all wet, she got so mad! Small girls are so funny when they get all mad. Like, what are you going to do?
What followed is totally on me. I kissed her. Fuck me, I am such a moron but I kissed Jill. I still don’t know what the hell I was thinking.
Yeah, Jill was caught off-guard, but not too off-guard. I apologized as I could; blabbering nonesense’s what I did. All the while stripping my wet clothes, stumbling all drunk and all naked, and fuck me, but still trying to hit on her.
I don’t know why or how, but she did fall for my charms. She didn’t undress, just lifted her shirt and skirt and we got busy. It was some intense make-out session; we splattered spit all over the place, trying to eat each other’s face. And when Jill finally touched me… the girl had some magic fingers; strong, too.
I didn’t know what to do; I hadn’t had sex with a girl in… ever. Of course I know how to handle myself but, is that what you’re supposed to do? I gave it a try, nearly passed out drunk; just grabbing what I could. Jill did all the work; she twisted her fingers in my snatch, she pinched my tits making me scream like a piggy, and when she went down on me… shit. If she ever approaches me and tells me we should go for round two, I swear I say yes.
That was some tongue technique she had, that Jill. Kinda makes me wonder, did that Aria girl, the werecat, learn those tricks from Jill?
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//This is just an intermission. We return to the main story with next part. C and D received literally all the votes; so I'm doing both situations together.
It's Friday, got some time off. Story should be ready within three hours, if that.
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>>2221932 As of late I had come to appreciate how useful it was to be able to observe from above, there was something so comfy about being hidden but still being able to spectate uninterrupted. I loved it.
Medea had made some preparations; and I was ready to be amazed by her. I was a little giddy, Carmen was, as well. I was sure Jill would also be expectant, but I couldn’t tell for sure since I couldn’t see her. She had gotten into position elsewhere.
“I’m telling you it’s not going to work, the sticks are too thin! Anyone could escape that trap!” an Asian girl with short, black hair kept nagging at the quartet of dum-dums, who kept working on a bundle of sticks and a rope like it would be enough to catch something human-sized.
“It’s because it’s not done yet, just you wait!” Dan’s tallest friend replied; the girl rolled her eyes skeptically.
“Who gives a fuck? We’ve dealt with the werecat before. They’ve overhyping her, I’m telling you. She’s just some tiny, skinny fifteen year old. There’s much fucking worse out there,” the shortest friend croaked. Everyone but the girl nodded in agreement.
“Again with the dumb ghost?” the Asian girl derided. “Grow up. No one believes your dumb story.”
“Eugene does,” corrected Dan.
“Eugene believes in vampires,” argued the girl. Oh, to be so naïve and carefree… “He doesn’t count.”
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>>2221957 “We don’t care if people don’t believe us. We know we’re on our own,” Dan said glumly. “Ted, gonna need some light over here; I can’t see what I’m doing.”
“You got it, Dan,” so the shortest friend was ‘Ted’.
Ted didn’t have time to shine his light at Dan’s hands. Even my hair stood on end when a high-pitched, wailing cry echoed through the surroundings. It was hardly recognizable as Medea’s cute voice.
The sobbing started. “We have to get out of here!” urged Dan in a whisper, throwing his incomplete trap away like it didn’t matter anymore. They turned north since the cries came from the south; but Jill had that covered. She shook the branches of a tree as hard as she could; making it sound like a huge beast was lurking from above.
“She’s there!” cried Ted. A sob came now from the west, it was closer than before; a miser, howling cry of sorrow that chilled the four boys and the girl to the bone.
“It’s… it’s just someone pulling a prank on us!” correctly guessed the Asian girl, but she didn’t seem to believe her own words.
They once again turned to the opposite direction of Medea’s wail. That was my cue. I started scratching at the trunk of the tree I was crouching on as hard as I could, making a creepy sound of a crawling monstrosity, or at least I hoped so.
“What the fuck is that?” Ted fretted with a broken voice. Jill shook again the branches of her side. Medea laughed sonorously and humorlessly.
“It’s her! I know it’s her!” Dan shouted. I spilled a small bag of pebbles, making the sound of raining steps. “She’s there!” Dan guessed. “Go back! Back!”
The group followed his orders and once again turned around, although confused enough to not know in which direction to run next, but everyone very willing to sprint out the second they figured that out.
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>>2221958 Jill came out screaming from her position, waving her hands wildly into the air. She had so much dirt and fake blood – Medea didn’t use ketchup, she mixed her own red liquid and even the scent was similar – that her face was indistinguishable. “HELP ME! HELP ME!” Jill shrieked.
Our victims had winced at Jill’s appearance, screamed in response to her screams, and when a small, lithe figure bolted out behind Jill moving so fast that it didn’t seem possible and pounced on the redhead’s back; they didn’t know what to do.
Stinking to high heaven of fear, paralyzed in their places, and watching in something akin to a trance as small, naked Medea grabbed Jill, who was immobile face down to the ground, by one leg and dragged her into a nearby bush in bur of incredibly quick movement; Dan was the only one who could speak, even if barely.
“Oh my God!” he squeaked. Jill let out a second scream, more piercing and loud than the last, and then made a very convincing gurgling noise.
Medea jumped out of the bush, in movements so feral that they would have suited me. Her face was covered by her long hair, her hands were splattered in her red liquid, and for a split second even I believed that something terrible had happened to Jill.
Medea slowly stood up, and pointed a tiny finger at the terrified group. One of her eyes, shining an unnatural red, showed beneath her hair.
“RUN! RUN! RUN!” Dan’s tallest friend broke out of Medea’s spell and rudely slapped all of his friends on their backs and head, urging them to run away for their lives.
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>>2221960 They all listened, turning tail and sprinting, tripping every now and then, but un-pursued. Only the girl remained. Her jaw was locked open and she remained motionless as a statue. Medea gave a step on her direction and the girl screamed to then collapse on her back.
*
“Now what?” Carmen asked.
Medea had dressed herself back; Jill had cleaned what she could of Medea’s makeup and fake blood, but was still quite a mess. We all looked at the Asian girl, who had fainted eagle-spread; her eyes were open but no one doubted she couldn’t see a thing.
Jill and I shrugged, and then looked at Medea.
a) Strip her and leave her there.
b) Just leave her there, she’ll wake up and tell her tale.
c) Wake her up and let her in into the prank. She could be useful.
d) Make her wake up to the werecat licking her face. Make her believe Aria saved her from the ghost.
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>>2221962 D. I'm not as interested in spreading the rumor of Dan's ghost, Dan and co not being taken seriously makes it more potent, I think, but I *am* interested to see what people will make of Aria 'stopping the ghost'.
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>>2221962 A and then draw some pretend-to-be-special-but-not-actually-special marks on her
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>>2221962 Can't decide between D and A with some "magic" signs/marks like
>>2221969 said.
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>>2221960 holy shit, this is epic :D
>>2221962 C or Da) would just be a dick-move and even b) would be pretty irresponsible.
still cant decide between c) and d)
c) could lead to another player next night.
d) could play out hilarious and complicates everything around Aria (again) xD
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>>2221962 The angle in my head is telling me to choice C. The poor girl is probably mad that the boys ditch her. She might hold a grudge against Dan and his gang She can be useful for any upcoming dares and spread rumors.
The Devil in me is saying to vote A. and in addition tie the girl, give her a mysterious mark on her and her surroundings to look like a ritual took place or something. Then girl can shout for help and scare more people when they find her in her predicament (It would be funny if Eugene see the mysterious mark and "ritual site").
I am voting A
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>>2221981 No reason we can't do both, I suppose.
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D won, but took some elements from A since so many people wanted it, and took the suggestion from
>>2221969 >>2221962 Medea had been clever and thought of plenty of scenarios. Carmen’s role hadn’t been used, but she had been there to lure Dan’s friends to the needed position if it had been needed nonetheless. Jill had her back turned at Medea the whole time, so she missed most of Medea’s feats and had only been left to wonder how it was that she had been dragged so easily.
The other girl besides me who had seen the full array of Medea’s scary state as a supernatural being was the girl who lied unconscious on the floor. Jill knew her name was Yuri.
Dan and company had not headed back to the fire, from their screams and strident running, I could easily tell they had had enough and were now heading back to the cabin area; if they dared to go back to their supposedly haunted cabin; that I didn’t know.
“I will leave it up to you, Aria,” Medea once again delegated the responsibility of the choice to me.
“Why me?” I retorted. It wasn’t my dare, I wasn’t the one who had given the dare, and I didn’t know the girl.
“You have been unfairly targeted tonight,” she explained. “While I believe there were not any ill intentions that pushed any of this, the result is all the same. Your identity as the werecat has been tarnished tonight; and forgive my presumption, but you do not seem to enjoy it. I present to you the alternative to save this girl as your alter-ego.”
“Oh, I like that,” Jill interrupted. “You can save Yuri as the werecat, she can spread the word you’re not all that bad. Would you like that, Aria?”
It was not that bad of an idea. Of course if we could just bury the whole werecat thing and let people know I was just a regular cat-girl would be better; but beggars can’t be choosers.
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>>2222046 “And what do you suggest I do?” I queried. As the werecat I was not supposed to speak human, and people for whatever reason couldn’t understand the extremely obvious cat-language.
“Well, first her clothes have to go,” Carmen suggested.
“Yeah, otherwise people will call me a liar,” Jill agreed and shamelessly lifted Yuri’s skirt. Even if I thought it was wrong, I leaned to the right to take a look. Light blue panties. “The werecat is not only harmless to naked girls, she defends them. You’d like girls to strip for you, anyway; wouldn’t you?” Jill teased, but she somehow sounded half-serious, and even if it hurt to admit it, she was also right. I was not against the idea of other girls showing their pussies to me.
“We also need a sequel from the fight,” Medea resumed her thoughts. “As the ‘ghost-girl’ as I have been apparently christened-”
“Eugene’s given you another name,” Carmen cut Medea off. “I heard him say he knows who you were when you were alive and stuff. I mean, the ghost girl. Your character as the ghost girl. You know what I mean.”
I did recall our crazy resident paranormal expert Nightshade talking some nonsense about ghosts or the like when he took Medea’s clothes back when she accompanied me to retrieve my phone from the northern forest.
“Be that as it may,” Medea raised the volume of her voice, and then made a pause to make sure no one else had anything else to say and interrupt her again. Since that was not the case, she went on, “I advocate a mark to be left in this young woman’s body to communicate she did not escape me unscathed.”
“What? Are you going to cut her or something?”, “That’s not okay, Medea,” Jill and Carmen both raised objections at the same time.
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>>2222047 “Nothing that drastic,” assured Medea. “Now, Jill, if you may?”
Jill had no qualms about stripping poor Yuri completely naked. She was even left barefoot.
She had modest sized breasts with small, brown areolas. Her skin was very pale, although in contrast to Medea’s ghost-white skin it didn’t seem very out of place. Her figure wasn’t very feminine, she was thin but lacked the curves at the hips, giving her a little bit of an androgynous appearance, but not nearly to the degree I had witnessed on Elmira. She had a populated black bush growing on her crotch; but it didn’t cover anything above her pubis, so even if it was untrimmed it didn’t look too unkept.
“She’s… she’s unconscious, is this right?” protested Carmen in the girl’s behalf. For the record, I also believed it was wrong, but I wanted to see.
“She won’t feel or remember a thing, it’s alright,” rationalized Jill and proceeded despite Carmen’s warnings.
Jill had decided that she wanted to see the inside of Yuri’s vagina and no one had a particularly good reason to stop her. Yuri’s slit was very small when compared to most; but since Medea and I both had the tightest lower openings I had seen in camp yet; just like Yuri’s skin color; it didn’t seem all that irregular when comparisons were made.
Jill inserted two fingers; Yuri did react, but didn’t wake up. Jill spread both fingers and opened to let us see the pink and soft insides. For whatever reason, Yuri was wet. “This sometimes tends to happen in stressful situations,” Medea claimed, she was also prostrated over, also curious about how Yuri’s cutest place looked. “She is a virgin,” pointed out Medea.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph… you’re not going to start and masturbate her, too, are you?” Carmen scowled at Jill.
“Of course not, Aria is,” Jill responded.
“Excuse me?” I said.
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>>2222048 “Well, you’re the werecat. You’re supposed to… be very nice to girls. Very, very nice. Too nice; I’d say,” Jill insinuated. I blushed, not only because of what she wanted me to do, but because it reminded me of what I already had done.
Jill wasn’t the only one who was very invasive towards Yuri. Medea had quickly mixed something out of dirt, the lead of a pencil, some of her own spit and… a hair of my tail. I was the only one who saw her crush it all into her palms to dust. With her finger covered in a tick, black mixture, she proceeded to draw a few intricate designs around Yuri’s breasts.
“Is that ink?” asked Jill.
Medea nodded. “It is a little mark, a reminded that she was attacked by the ghost.” Medea drew a few archaic-looking symbols under Yuri’s nipples and then a very complicated amalgamation that sort of looked like a ram on Yuri’s pubis, wherever it wasn’t covered by hair.
“You are the artsy type, aren’t you?” congratulated Jill. Carmen looked at the symbols very disapprovingly. “Well, Aria; all yours.”
Medea, Carmen and Jill left, taking Yuri’s clothes… as well as mine. I didn’t mind too much; of course the werecat wouldn’t be properly dressed and Ruth had already seen me all bare and probably had told at least SOME of the story of our little encounter.
I stayed by Yuri’s side, and when I heard her breath change and knew for a fact she was about to wake up, I went in all four and started licking at her face.
“Uhhh… uh…” she groaned. “W-what? What is…? Pfft! Pfft!” she spat, taking notice of me for the first time. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded an explanation, trying to get away from me and cleaning her face with her forearms.
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>>2222049 “Mrreow!” I happily chirruped.
“T-the werecat?”
a) Yuri and “the werecat” become fast friends.
b) Aria takes her toll, and Yuri allows it to happen, even if she doesn’t like it.
c) Yuri insists in sexually pleasing Aria, remembering the stories she had listened and more willing to believe in the supernatural now.
d) Yuri flees from the werecat and Aria decides it’s for the best to let her go.
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>>2222051 A, let's be nice.
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>>2222051 C. We Aria the friendly werecat now.
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>>2222051 A then C to further cement their friendship.
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>>2222051 A + C.
>>2222119 Our friendly neighborhood werecat?
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Simple A win, it was almost A+C.
>>2222219 I'm open to anything the public calls for, but in my ignorance 4chan might be the only place for the story. Many of the characters have already been stated to not be of age.
>>2222051 I fully expected Yuri to be afraid or at least surprised; I had stayed behind for one reason, and one reason only; to have someone tell people that I wasn’t so bad.
I gently bumped my head into Yuri’s arm, forcing myself to purr. I was going to be the tamest, most cordial, friendliest cat one could imagine. My future reputation was riding on it.
“Wh-why am I naked?” she blurted out, looking at her body for the first time. “W-what? What is this?” and she noticed the tribal tattoos Medea had drawn on her. “What was I…? T-the ghost!” Yuri sprang to her feet. “I saw the ghost? Was that a dream? What… what is going on?”
As someone who is familiar with fainting and swooning, I could have confidently advised that standing up in a hurry first thing after waking up was not a great idea. Yuri struggled to stay upright, leaned to the left, managed to compensate but fell to the right. I did what I could to soften her landing.
“T-thanks,” Yuri had her eyes closed and a hand to her forehead; I could tell she felt dizzy and might even have a headache. “Wait! No! You’re… you’re the werecat!” I gave a concerned meow in response.
Yuri had another burst of movement trying to crawl away from me, only to stop a second later and feel even worse than before. I was patient, slowly made my way to her and licked at her shoulder repeatedly. I was trying to be good.
“You undressed me, didn’t you? Shredded my clothes or something,” Yuri accused me, her head still down and unwilling to open her eyes, but making no further efforts to gain distance. At the very least she had decided that I wouldn’t attack.
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>>2222226 I snuck between the sitting Yuri’s left arm and her side, prompting her to hug me. She didn’t but at least didn’t push me away. I chirruped again and kept bumping my head against her, trying to communicate that I was in a very friendly disposition, ridiculously so; if she were to look at my tail she should also be able to tell; signs of friendship all over.
“You’re not exactly what I expected,” she admitted. “N-no! No licking!” Alright, no licking. But maybe… “No! Stop it! No more licking!” Fine. Fine. But what if…? “Pfft! Seriously, no licking please!” That wasn’t licking, that was grooming! She fearlessly put a hand covering my mouth, just fractions of an inch away from my sharp fangs and pushed me away. “Ugh, I need to lie down…” she did need to, and she did lie down. “I’m going to catch a cold because of you,” she mumbled, going into fetal position and hugging her knees.
My cue to shine! I lay right next to her, making bodily contact showing her what I was capable of. I knew she couldn’t resist, nobody had until now.
Yuri didn’t comment on it, there were no words. She noticed easily. She tested the waters, shyly getting closer, little by little. I allowed and even encouraged her approach until she finally dared to hug me so she could share my warmth.
It usually took me a few minutes to recover from waking up after I blacked out, and I assumed the same thing was true for Yuri. I don’t know if it was my purring, my heartbeat or what sort of thing lullabied her, but she fell asleep past those few minutes.
I just couldn’t have that! People were waiting for me to resume The Game. I licked the tip of Yuri’s nose to wake her up.
“Mmm-mmmh!” she went, stretching her legs and back. “Oh, come on, werecat. I was dreaming something nice,” she yawned, and sat up. “But you’re right. I shouldn’t sleep here.”
“Meow!”
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>>2222227 “I forgot!” she one again sprang to her feet. “The ghost! Oh, my God! The ghost, it killed a girl, it was real! I remember now! We-we-we we have to get out of here!” she stuttered, terrified.
Yuri tried dragging me and pushing me, while I pondered on how to make her understand she was safe. I thought it was very nice of her to not just leave me behind. I ran in place in circles and played with my own tail, biting at the tip. It meant, among many other things: “This location is perfectly safe,” but as expected, Yuri just didn’t understand.
With my hand held as a paw, I pressed her crotch and under her breasts, make her notice once again the drawings. I coiled my tail around her leg and tried to take her where a bunch of Medea’s fake blood was splattered; maybe making her think there was a fight. She didn’t budge, but I didn’t, either. When I thought we were at an impasse and I was out of ideas, Yuri changed my mind.
“I guess the ghost is gone now? I mean, she would have come already, wouldn’t she?” it sounded more like wishful thinking than an actual thought process. I meowed in affirmation, but I wasn’t sure my message made it through. “Maybe she’s just… haunting Dan? Maybe that is it and we’re safe?” Well, kinda; yes, I guess.
“No! It’s because I defended you!” I tried to tell her again in cat-speak. I had lifted my butt wiggled it a bit with the tail side to side, clawed at the air, then another wiggle. “There was a fight, I won!” I tried to convey; but of course it was useless. The contextual word for ‘I won’ was signaling this was my turf now, which mean she had to smell a signal I was emitting, and there was no hope of that.
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>>2222230 “Do you really want to play at a time like this?” Yuri misinterpreted me. “We have to head back. The ghost could still be around. Ugh… why did you go and destroy my clothes? Or was it even you? Shit… I still have to go back. You should come, too. Just what is going on in this place? If you could just speak… where the hell did you leave my iPhone?”
I needed to come up with a way to communicate with humans if I was going to keep playing the werecat.
a) Aria has proven to be friendly enough. Resume The Game and leave Yuri there.
b) Aria leads Yuri to the camp as a kindness. Yuri finds the coven by herself and becomes a witness for next round. Aria has to keep appearances.
c) Aria leads Yuri to the camp as a kindness. Yuri conveys her experiences while dealing with the fact she’s naked.
d) Another threat appears and Aria successfully defends Yuri this time, making her think Aria also helped her the first time.
e) Yuri still believes it is for the best if she sexually pleases the werecat.
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>>2222231 D + C. I am sad that Aria's plan hasn't worked out, so let's help get it right and then spread the word.
>>2222219 If we moved the story to reddit, I feel, readership and participation would plummet. The only way people would find the sub would be word of mouth, only a portion of the casual readers would take the extra step to go to a different site and even fewer would make an account just to vote.
Contrast that with here, where new readers can see the cyoa thread at any time and check it out, there are nice pictures to look at along the way for added appeal, and you can go and vote with no extra steps whatsoever. It's overall a lot more simple and inviting than a personal subreddit would be.
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>>2222231 D
>>2222219 Let's keep this here thanks
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>>2222231 D + B
>>2222219 we would probably loose most casual readers who found this tread by browsing 4chan.
reddit is just not the place for this, too much rules. also im pretty sure most of us hate to register at reddit to be able to take part, wich is a cornerstone of 4chan.
>>2222147 sure, but right now she's not up to the responsibility wich came with her powers ;)
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>>2222219 /qst/ is also an imageboard on 4chan and same thing are done on there except /qst/ is a blue board so we are doing it here.
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>>2222219 >this thread kills an image thread for every iteration Except we've been using the same "slot" for the last few months
>>2222231 C
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>>2222231 It was a little funny and a little sad seeing Yuri search in the darkness for improvised clothing. So far, the best she had come up with was a flat piece of bark that almost covered the surface of a human hand. Since I didn’t dare leaving her alone watching how even walking barefoot was hard on her, I followed closely behind.
Yuri kept rummaging, from what she was musing she was looking for either leaves with long stems to tie together, scraps of her clothes, or her phone. I allowed her to keep searching until I smelled something wrong.
“Something… anything,” Yuri begged reality, “a shoestring, an old sock, I’d settle for an old bag of potato chips. Don’t people litter around here? What the… EEEKK!”
Yuri yelped in response to my sudden lunge at her, instead to what she should have been afraid of. I almost yelled out with my actual voice to warn her. I slapped at the air with all the intention to kill, but I knew I had failed at the moment of the impact, even if I had drawn blood.
Making use to the fact that Yuri had leaped backwards, I positioned myself between her and the snake that almost bit her. I hissed and lifted my tail; the snake was stunned but momentarily by my swipe; and faced at me with its horrible reptilian face; knowing full well that there was too much size disparity between the two of us and that it was at a disadvantage, but knowing that if it gave its back to me in retreat I was liable to pounce and kill it.
“Is that a snake?” Yuri finally realized; making use of the few rays of moonlight that filtered across the leaves of the lush and thick forest. It was brown and scaly, not even as big as my tail; and even if I wasn’t sure if it was poisonous or not, something deep inside me told me it would be best to retreat and leave the thing alone if possible.
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>>2222308 The snake lunged forward menacingly; a mere faint, a warning; no kill intent behind it. I closed my eyes and clawed at it with my right hand repeatedly in reflex, hissing as loudly as I could. I was scared.
Fear unexpectedly became fury in an instant; and in an action that I didn’t quite consciously decided to perform, I counter attacked, jumping with a paw forward and pressing the thin snake just below its dangerous head. It started to coil around my arm and I quickly bit at it, rending and tearing. Fear came back and in quick succession I released the snake and jumped back like my life depended on it, yowling my heart out.
My ears were down, my tail was all spongy, my hair was on end; and I was terrified; but the damage had been done. Yuri and I witnessed the last moments of the snake as it wiggled uselessly, until it turned around and expired, blood gushing from several wounds I had inflicted and red flesh showing at the middle of its body where I almost had sliced it in half with a bite.
I yowled again, the snake was dead but I was still uneasy. The fight had barely lasted a few seconds and I was still on edge, breathing heavily.
“T-thank you,” Yuri approached me and placed a hand on my back. “Ah!” at the mere contact of her I sprang, but I realized my mistake soon afterwards; and I meowed in a friendly gesture. “Thank you,” Yuri repeated. “I think you saved my life.”
“Mrreow!” I chirruped in acknowledgement. To be truthful I was a little proud.
“Did you… is this the first time you even save me?” she asked. By now she had learned not to expect an actual answer, but if at any time she had signaled a wish what was going on in my mind, it was then. “This might sound crazy, but… werecat, no… Aria. Aria, did you save me from the ghost? Is that why it left me be?”
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>>2222309 Yuri asked in a tone so solemn, so moving and so thankful that for a second I thought of the possibility of telling her the whole truth. “Meow!” I called, and Yuri for the first time smiled at me, guessing my affirmative answer. I might have been stretching the truth a little since she wasn’t in any actual from any ghost from the start, but after fighting a snake I thought I deserved a little credit.
“Well done! Thank you!” Yuri’s tone was a little condescending, like she was talking to an actual animal, she knelt to hug me, and I started purring in response, trying to nuzzle on her neck. “We were all wrong about you! I don’t know why you attacked that other blonde girl; but I know for sure you had a reason! She must have attacked first or startled you!”
Yuri allowed me to lick at her chin without rejecting me, she kissed my forehead, and with her now trusting me, it was easy to signal her to follow me. It would be for the best if we made it to the bonfire before more dangerous stuff appeared our way.
a) Yuri has to make a naked, but important announcement about the werecat.
b) Yuri witnesses the next round of The Game, but Aria has to keep appearances.
c) Yuri witnesses the next round of The Game, and Aria decides to tell the truth.
d) Before heading back Yuri decides she might want to please the werecat after all.
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>>2222310 The next dare:
1) Erika loses. Medea dares her to do a strip-tease for the camp. You can vote if she can stop at her panties or if she has to go all the way. Default is keep panties.
2) Lisa loses. Medea has a bit of a hunch, and dares Lisa to make out with her.
3) Aria loses. She can’t wear back her clothes and has to be the werecat for the night, losing speech again.
4) Daisy loses. Daisy has to please her master, and then be pleased by her. The girl really needs to loosen up.
5) Jill loses. She is tasked with causing a scene and making the camp fully believe that Dan is dead; as a bonus she also loses the panties.
6) Carmen loses. She challenges boys at the fire to a game of strip-dice. Remember Carmen isn’t wearing underwear.
If you vote something like 6-Erika; Erika will lose but will perform dare 6. A few dares are person-specific. The ones that are not are free to be given to anyone if you wish it that way. Never forget you can suggest your own dares.
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>>2222311 A, if we want public opinion of the werecat to change Yuri can't keep this experience to herself.
1, 3, or 6. We'll want Aria in full werecat form by the time people spot The Game, but having Erika or Carmen entertain the camp is a solid option too.
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>>2222312 Ah, forgot to include, all the way for Erika. No point doing things by halves.
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>>2222310 Definitely A.
Maybe also D after all that naked hugging-nuzzling-purring?
>>2222311 5 but Jill also "becomes" a "werecat" with the ears and tail after being attacked by the ghost girl (Yuri, Dan and his gang saw the attack, right?). Somebody (Nightshade and/or his buddies?) has to "lift" the "curse" before it "spreads too far" like it did with Aria.
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>>2222327 Jill's face was too hard to make out. I made it so she wasn't recognized.
>Jill came out screaming from her position, waving her hands wildly into the air. She had so much dirt and fake blood – Medea didn’t use ketchup, she mixed her own red liquid and even the scent was similar – that her face was indistinguishable. “HELP ME! HELP ME!” Jill shrieked. And it was dark, her identity should be fine either way. She even stripped her panties so she wouldn't be recognized by those.
The option to have Dan retreat to the cabins won; so chances are we will not deal again with him for a while.
However, any scenario you want to play out is still acceptable. If you want to make it so the curse of the werecat is the talk of the town, then so be it.
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>>2222310 A, Aria needs some better reputation at last ;)
(+C, Yuri seems fine, let her in maybe not right away but a bit later in the current game)
>>2222311 1 (ofc loose the panties ;) or 5 (like in
>>2222327 , sounds like fun)
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>>2222329 >that her face was indistinguishable Oops, forgot about that part. I retract my 5 in that case. I thought the damage was already done (it'd be too suspicious if Jill was somehow left unharmed after being dragged away by a fucking ghost in front of a bunch of people). Oh, and making shit up about Dan being dead (he will get out of his cabin tomorrow, right?) is a bit counterproductive to the Friendly Neighborhood Werecat story. The boys ran away, Yuri passed out, Aria saved her, that's it. "Dead" guys showing up tomorrow is going to invalidate the whole story as long as Jill doesn't pull some kind of "unreliable narrator" stunt.
Not so sure about my A either since nobody present at the party right now can confirm Yuri's story. I mean, yeah, there are some creepy marks on her body but it I'm not sure if that's going to be enough - it's a pretty crazy story after all. Besides, we don't really want people poking their noses into the whole ghost girl business. Nothing links "the ghost" to Medea for now but we can't keep it like that forever if we drag too much attention to it. All this werecat fuckery is enough of a masquerade violation as it is.
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>>2222347 I dont think telling lies about Dan being dead changes anything about what Yuri says about Aria. Dan left before Aria came to "save the day", so the only thing he can (truthfully) say os that he got scared by a ghost and he though he saw someone die.
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>>2222311 I couldn’t blame her for it, not since it was my group who had the brilliant idea to take her shoes and phone away so she couldn’t even light in front of her or tread safely, but I still felt very displeased at Yuri’s speed while she followed me. Not only was she slow, but very clumsy for how earnestly careful she was making the effort to be.
It was understandable that after our meeting with a venomous animal – if it was indeed venomous, I still didn’t know –, Yuri would be wary of where she stepped, but I still wished she didn’t have to inspect every single spot before she put her feet on that was covered in leaves or anything that could hide another dangerous animal; which was more often than not the case.
Yuri had trusted me enough to follow me to wherever I was taking her without actually knowing my destination. Once she heard the racket signaling that many people were back from putting traps for me, she got extremely happy.
“You led me back to safety?” she more stated that asked. “I really owe you a lot,” she gushed, and finally sped up, looking more confident in her step despite her nudity.
I had been aware of the presence of humans much sooner than she was, and had had time to make the estimate that most, if not all, were already gathered from their little split; and decided at which point I should start to make my retreat so I wasn’t actually seen. Werecat infamy or not, I was still in my birthday suit.
“You’re leaving?” Yuri noticed. “I guess you don’t like mobs, huh?” she supposed. “If you wanted to come, all I can do is promise that I’d do my best to make sure you’re treated fairly, but I guess it’s actually better if you stay behind… at least for now. Will you be fine on your own?”
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>>2222389 “Meow.”
“What am I saying? Of course you’d be. Thanks a lot… Aria. You really helped me out of a though spot back there… even if you took and lost my phone… and my clothes; I mean, if that was even you. With these freaking scribbles I’m not even sure it was you who stripped me.”
“Meow.”
“Goodbye then! Take care. Will you remember me when you return to being a human in the morning? I’ve never talked to you even though I’ve seen you around.”
I at the very least let her know I understood her goodbye by licking her hand. She lifted said hand and gave my hair a little friendly scratch and a thug. I left in peace, showing my rear to her and hopefully nobody else. I had to circle around back around, not daring to pass from above when I was nude, hoping I hadn’t taken too much time away from The Game.
While making my route back to the coven, my ears were still wide open and very easily able to perceive what Yuri was doing and what was ahead of her, and I didn’t envy her on the slightest. In one hand, she was as naked as I was, but on the other, she was well aware of the dangers of the forest – real and imaginary – and the weight of her own safety just out of practicality outdid her understandable desire to not have to flash her private parts.
Yuri braved it. With nothing but a piece of bark that she had stubbornly carried around to cover her crotch and, I guessed, a hand doing its best to take care of her breasts, she ran forward and allowed dozens of people to see her like that.
Yuri didn’t make the impact I expected her to make, the response to her appearance was not nearly as noisy as I expected it to be.
“What, you took a page out of Jill’s book? Nice.”
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>>2222390 “Ha! You’re drunk, or REALLY need the attention.”
“Ugh, this is Jill’s fault. Last time with the making out and now look what she’s caused. She’s such an attention whore.”
“Woo! Nice ass. Cold you turn it this way?”
“I heard some screams from where you came from. Is everything alright?”
The party had barely resumed in truth, even if people sounded more slurred and intoxicated than last time I heard them. Out of curiosity, I stopped circling and instead climbed up to see if a ridiculous idea that popped into my mind all of sudden could possibly be correct. It wasn’t, but I wasn’t completely wrong either.
Yes, people in general were wearing less clothing, and were stumbling and laughing a lot more; but Yuri was still the only one who was completely naked. The closest contestant was a girl not wearing a shirt, but with her bra still on.
“You were all wrong about the werecat!” Yuri dared to yell out; her face was noticeably red, but as she uttered those word, the color on her face could have been even concerning; she was quite a blusher.
Yuri didn’t get as much attention as she had hoped, so she went for the speaker, and moved a few dials which made a horrendous sound that almost made me run away in fear because it caused an ungodly humming and buzzing; I wasn’t the only one who noticed it, and plenty shared my distaste; they didn’t have my ears but were much closer to the source.
“The werecat is not evil! The werecat saved my life!” Yuri announced, finally making a substantial amount of people turn their heads to her, and not only because of her nudity. It couldn’t have been easy for Yuri, mostly because she needed one hand for the microphone which meant leaving her chest unshielded and exposed. “We have to remove the traps or she could get hurt! The werecat is not dangerous!”
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>>2222391 Yuri sparked a discussion and cacophony of several voices trying to be heard above the others that hadn’t happened since Lisa’s dare.
“What do you mean she’s not evil? What about all the attacks?”
“Didn’t she kill a girl last year?”
“Nice tits, babe.”
“Just look at her. She’s doing it for attention, ignore her.”
I dropped from above, startling many. Not on the bonfire, of course. “Took you long enough,” greeted me Carmen.
“It’s fine, we’ve had our own little fun,” Erika giggled, also sounding more slurred than before.
“Sorry, sorry!” I apologized, and feeling so well that I could once again talk like people. I took my place.
Medea didn’t wait, not a second. Once my still bare butt touched the ground, she spun the bottle. It pointed to me.
“Do you have any last words for the night, Aria?” asked me Medea. She didn’t sound mad, at least. “I dare you to take your role as the werecat; you should be familiar with what is expected of you.”
Oh, great.
a) Yuri is allowed to tell the story. She mostly talks about the snake. Aria’s reputation rises.
b) The topic of the conversation changes and Yuri is asked about the symbols. She talks about the ghost and Dan’s mysterious disappearance.
c) Yuri being naked takes precedence above anything she has to say.
d) Nightshade takes the stand and makes crazy claims.
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>>2222392 A with a touch of B. The main focus should be Aria, but people are going to be curious about the symbols so they can't be completely ignored.
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A with a touch of B also.
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Am I going too fast? You tell me if I a going too fast.
The speed is perfectly fine for tomorrow; but you tell me if the story is too hard to follow on weekdays.
>>2222392 “We can’t steal Yuri’s stuff. We have to give it back at some point, especially her phone,” were my last words. To signal that I was ready to take my dare, I sat cat-style and started grooming my hair; I had been wanting to do it and now I had no reason not to.
“All of her stuff is safe and sound, don’t worry about it. Yours, too,” Carmen assured.
Medea stepped in and told me straight up what my dare consisted on, so there were no misunderstandings. Until the next sun dawn; I was to be the werecat: this mean acting and behaving like a cat; which would include seeing no use in clothing; although others dress me at their leisure. Aside from cat behaviors, I was to fulfill the legend of the werecat and everything it meant. Medea didn’t need to say so, but that of course meant my allegiance towards nude women, my… willingness to engage in sexual activities with other girls, and my tendency to strip them. Basically, everything I had done to Ruth.
“What the hell did you do to Yuri to have her talk about you so… highly,” Jill asked me, standing up so she could take a better look at Yuri giving her speech. “Be honest with me, Aria; did you do your tail trick on her? You know the one.”
“M-meow!” No, of course not!
“Sounds like a yes to me,” teased Erika. “Lucky girl.”
“Meow!” No!
Yuri was doing great for being – as far as I knew – her first time nude in front of an audience giving a speech. She didn’t stutter that much, her ideas were very clear, and she didn’t constantly look for places to hide in. Who knew? Maybe she could even join The Game sometime.
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>>2222425 “The werecat is a being of darkness! If you claim anything different, present your argument, I dare you!” taunted Eugene at the naked girl with the microphone.
“Did she really save your life?”
“Yes she did!” Yuri had a hard job, which was juggling all the perverted comments done about her, separate them from the questions, and decide which questions to actually answer back. “Twice, she saved my life twice!” she claimed.
Yuri told the events in the wrong order; she started telling them about my fight with the snake. Yuri admitted she had been unconscious during the first time I had saved her, and thus, as asked by Nightshade and few others, wanted to present what she considered to be her best argument.
Yuri embellished the story somewhat, but didn’t lie. She told I saved her from being bitten by the horrible animal in the nick of time, and protected her by getting between her and her aggressor. Yuri maintained that my struggle against the beast was heroic, that I had fought tooth and nail and risked my own life to defend hers; she also called what I fought ‘a huge snake’; which was quite an exaggeration; I wouldn’t have even thought of messing with a huge snake, I would have run for the hills without looking back.
The crowd was disorganized at first, but they progressively quieted down and allowed her to tell her side of the story. As she did, my own friends looked at me with something that approached admiration.
“Is it true, Aria? Did you really fight a snake?” Erika asked me, worried despite her buzz.
I nodded. Was I allowed to do that as a cat? Nobody said anything so I guessed it was.
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>>2222426 “She’s not a hero, she’s just… horny. It’s as Jill said!” I recognized that voice. It was Ruth; she wasn’t naked anymore; she was using a shirt and two socks as a makeshift skirt; the cleavage it showed from the side denoted she hadn’t procured any underwear. She had gotten a bikini top in addition to that, “The only reason you got helped is because you were naked!” she insisted.
Ruth didn’t enter into much detail, and despite having everything important on her body covered, she looked far more uncomfortable retelling her experiences when I found her all by herself. Ruth did admit I had orally pleased her, and that part of the story got plenty of giggles and whistles.
“Is it true, Aria? Did you really fuck that girl when we weren’t looking?” Erika asked me.
I didn’t confirm or denied it, and just signaled that I wanted to roll the bottle to tell my damn dare already.
“It is a demon of lust, in that respect the whore was right,” Eugene boomed. “However, she is no hero! Behold! She has drawn the symbol of doom in the skin of her next victim!” he shouted, pointing at Yuri. “It is a sign that marks you as already dead! The damned beast will come back for you!”
“Does it… does it really mean that?” Yuri inquired with terror spelled all over her face; but it wasn’t fear towards me.
“It does, there is no mistake. You will die in six days unless we exterminate whatever caused it!”
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>>2222427 I rolled the bottle.
a) It lands on Medea. Aria dares her to take Lisa somewhere private and teach her how girls love each other.
b) It lands on Daisy. She’s to become the werecat spawn; with the fake ears and tail. She may keep her bikini.
c) Carmen loses. She asks five guys to guess what color her underwear is. If they guess correctly, they get to see. Yes, it is a trick question.
d) Erika loses. Now that she’s tipsy she’s dared to repeat what she did last bonfire, grab someone and make out with her. It has to be a her; Kirby is right there.
e) Jill loses. It’s up to her to somehow convince a girl to feed the fire with all of her clothes. Jill is already nude.
f) Lisa loses. She’s buzzed enough to agree to a strip dance to bring people’s spirit’s up.
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>>2222429 C, F with Erika, or E. C and F both sound fun, and we can give one of the girls who hasn't had a dare tonight their turn, and E just sounds really fun (hope to see that one show up again if it doesn't win this round).
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>>2222429 If e then Jill can't pick someone who's basically or already nude like Aria Daisy Ruth
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>>2222425 The speed was great desu
>>2222429 I want this Medea/Lisa scene to happen eventually, but it probably won't be now
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>>2222429 E. The fire is hungry. It needs offerings from a maiden.
option B sounds good for later.
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>>2222429 I admit I was a little hasty with the bottle. People were in their places, but everyone’s attention was on Yuri, still. Carmen, Lisa and Erika didn’t even realize I had rolled the thing; which was fine because it was Jill who lost.
“It wasn’t the werecat! It was something else!” Yuri shouted; talking about the marks on her body brought attention to by Eugene. “The werecat saved me twice and now… now that I don’t see the people I went out with among you… I have terrible, terrible news!”
I doubted Yuri was much acquainted of Dan from the interactions between them that I had observed, but she still pouted a little and held back some tears when it was time to speak about what she thought happened.
Yuri was much more factual about Medea’s attack that she was about my little scuffle with the snake; and that just made it all the eerie. It was one thing to witness Medea’s plan unfolding from behind the curtain and another, very different one to hear the experiences of a victim of it. Yuri’s narration chilled me to the bone, especially when she talked about the unknown naked girl coming out of the woods screaming for help.
“Goddamn, that sounds hardcore. Did you guys record it? I wanna see!” Erika enthused.
“Sorry, we were all busy at your positions. I didn’t even get to see all that well,” Carmen informed. “This time it was more elaborate than before.”
“Shit. Well, it sounds like it was awesome,” Erika declared, visibly disappointed. “Come on, Aria; really?”
I had jumped to Erika and hid behind her when Yuri got to the part of Medea’s appearance and the public gasped and some girls had shrieked.
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>>2222579 “You’re lying, this is a lie! Dan The Man… he wouldn’t fall to a simple ghost!” a man from the audience spoke.
“Of-of course it’s a lie,” a terrified girl echoed.
“It is true! That is what happened!” restated Yuri. “And I would have been next if not for the werecat! I… I fell unconscious right after. That… that thing, that… it pointed at us! It lifted one bony, horrible finger, with red, blood-red, bloodshot eyes… and I… I just. It was horrible!” she retold as she could between pants and tears; giving feeling to the story that made it even scarier.
She didn’t fault herself for passing out, instead blaming the ghost girl, but many would have done the same in Yuri’s position. She then theorized that was when her clothes were lost and the symbols that she now knew were bad news – Medea grudgingly admitted that Eugene had gotten it more or less right – were fabricated, and she then proceeded to talk about me waking her up, but then surmised about me having chased the ghost away, only reason she was still alive.
Yuri got asked very uncomfortable questions. My reputation couldn’t be so easily raised. Things like “Did you fuck the werecat?”, “Did she lick your cunt?” and “Was the werecat friendly to you only because you fingered her?” and similarly phrased queries forced Yuri to address them and inform that nothing sexual had happened between us. Of all the things to doubt on her story, most people seemed skeptical about that detail; which I found more than a little offensive.
I asked Medea for my phone as I could, and after checking that dad still hadn’t send the stuff I had requested him hours ago – and after I had highlighted the importance –, I started typing Jill’s dare; which I should have started to do long ago.
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>>2222580 I still got plenty of time to finish all I needed to write while the coven entertained themselves by watching Eugene and others making their own theories about what had happened, poking holes at Yuri’s stories, and some people saying that Dan wasn’t answering his phone, nobody had seen him and that something mysterious was going on.
Andrea stepped with Yuri and tried deleting the markings on the Asian girl’s body with a thumb and some spit, and only succeeding in tickling the girl. The crowd claimed that it was necessary for Yuri to remove the piece of bark covering her most intimate place, the only thing that she hadn’t shown, to see the entirety of the runes. Even the girls agreed that was a necessary step, but Yuri was adamant to at least cover that much.
“There is nothing written or drawn on my… there’s nothing there to look at, you morons!” she scowled at them.
“Nothing to look at, she says.”
“I beg to disagree!”
“Do you wish to die from the curse? Show them to us!” Eugene shrieked.
It was a shame that it happened, but not much I could do about it. Andrea held one of Yuri’s hands; Natty held the other – I was surprised she did, she had seemed nice until then –, and Yuri’s little pussy got exposed to the crowd. She yelped and tried to close her legs to hide as much of it as she could, aided by her black, straight pubic hair; but at least was let go after just a few seconds.
“I told you there was nothing written there!” she cried, picking up her piece of bark, furious.
“Meow,” I meowed at Jill, and poked her butt with my knuckles. She noticed me and read the text message I was composing.
“Girls, Aria’s done writing her dare. But, didn’t we decide she could talk to tell the dares?” Jill announced, grabbing the attention of the circle.
“Wait, she rolled already? I didn’t see,” said Carmen.
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>>2222581 “Nah; not tonight. Sorry, Aria; you’re the werecat,” decided Erika, although that was more something Medea should choose.
“Anyways... Aria wants me to go back to the party, no clothes included this time. I have to convince a girl to bare it all, and to throw her clothes on the fire. Tall order.”
“Can you manage?” Lisa inquired, impressed that Jill sounded so confident.
“Actually, your dare is missing something; Aria,” Jill protested. “Just any girl? People I train are there, that would be cheating, wouldn’t it? Take a pick. Who do you want me to convince to get wild?”
a) Natty. Easy mode for Jill.
b) Ruth. She’s supposed to already be naked.
c) Andrea. She had it coming for grabbing Yuri.
d) Lillie. She owes a stripping anyway.
e) Ana.
f) Other (check character lists if you want. Elmira and Leslie didn’t come to the party; but we have some free spots. Name a girl and Jill will do her best).
g) Special option, critical success. Jill goes beyond what her dare asks of her.
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>>2222582 G
Need her to convince a whole group
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>>2222582 G does sound interesting, I admit. Let's go with that, see what happens.
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>>2222582 this is entrapment!
how can we not choose G XD
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>>2222642 I know. It was an afterthought; it was only A through E at first. F came from the realization that it needed to be clarified that the sky was the limit; and thinking about that came G.
Should have started to write G right then instead of now.
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>>2222582 I pushed my own phone away, placed a bent arm with an extended palm between Jill and me, and shook it slowly side to side.
“She means anyone will do,” interpreted Medea.
“I know what she means but… really, anyone?” Jill sounded disappointed. I thought going out naked was hard enough for her, I guessed I was wrong. “Fine, I’ll see what I can manage.”
Jill stood up and walked to complete her objective.
The backs of the mob were turned against us, all facing towards Yuri, still enticing the sight by the recent forced exhibition of her genitals. Nobody saw Jill coming and mixing in. Since that’s what the werecat would do, I jumped to the nearest tree and sat on my favorite eavesdropping spot; close enough to see and hear everything, hidden enough from sight that just looking above shouldn’t reveal me. I had to be exceedingly careful since now pants weren’t the only thing I wasn’t wearing.
Without even drawing any attention despite the fact she was completely nude, Jill walked to Ana, tapped her shoulder and whispered to her something that in the middle of all the noise even I wasn’t able to hear.
Whatever Jill had said, Ana made her best to try to get to Yuri, rudely elbowing everyone on her way. Ana asked for the microphone insistently, but she hadn’t been the first one to ask for it and Yuri denied it. Ana was, however, the first to take it by force.
“Who of you guys was during the last event on the tennis courts? The mud-wrestling?” she asked, changing the topic of conversation quite drastically.
And while it may not have been a talk about a possible murderous ghost at large, Ana’s subject was not badly received. Some people acknowledged their presence on the tennis tournament thing by raising their voices, other by raising their hands.
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>>2222656 “Then you must all remember that I was promised something for my victory,” Ana carried on. “Do you remember what it was, and do you remember who owes it to me?”
It was all that needed to be said. Yuri tried to recover the microphone, but saw it was useless, or at least useless while only using one hand; she gave it up and did her best to find a corner to sit on to cover her shame. People looked around and the search for Lillie was very brief. Some people also for the first time noticed that Jill, a gorgeous naked girl, was among their midst, and she didn’t bother to cover anything. Both received plenty of attention.
“I am waiting, Lillie! We’re all waiting!” prompted Ana, quite angry for some reason. “Are you going to do it or what?”
As if Lillie had something contagious all of sudden, a small circle opened around her. She shouted her response. “That… that match was bullshit and you know it! That wasn’t really three seconds. I’ve… I’ve watched replays and…!”
The rest of it was drowned and then silenced by jeering and booing. It was short lived, since Jill was quick to start something up. “Take off your clothes!” she repeated until it picked up.
“Take off your clothes! Take off your clothes! Take off your clothes!” the multitude echoed.
Dugald took the microphone from Ana and gave it to Lillie, who asked for it. “I can’t strip! Not here!” her statement was followed by an ever bigger and louder round of disapproval. “I can’t do it! You would steal all my clothes, remember what happened last time? You even… stole my wallet!”
But the crowd was having none of it. Plenty of viable solutions were immediately shouted. Dugald personally offered to take care of the wallet and phone.
“But then what about the clothes?” Lillie kept insisting, making it plenty transparent that all she wanted to do was find a reason to not have to humiliate herself.
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>>2222657 “Throw them into the fire! Burn them! Burn them all!” shouted Jill as loudly as she could. “You don’t need clothes!”
Coming from anyone else but a naked girl the sentence would have sounded very hypocritical, but the passion and determination of Jill’s voice, who kept repeating the same line, ignited something in the crowd.
“Burn them! Burn the clothes! Burn them!”
Once the crowd was chanting that on their own without needing of Jill’s initiative, she quickly made her way to Natty and whispered some more stuff to her. Natty looked very unwilling at first, but I could hear Jill put her foot down. Natty sighed, and started taking off her skirt, at least trying to not get noticed.
Very discretely and while crouched, making use of the diversion the shouting Lillie was causing still refusing to pay up what she had promised, Natty threw her discarded clothes one by one to the fire; even her underwear. Jill had already left her alone, and thus Natty opted to crawl in all fours away to hide herself.
Jill’s next objective was Melanie, she was as easily persuaded as Natty, although not as fast to comply. Lillie had already agreed to strip down, trying to talk the crowd into at least keeping her clothes for later use; but Jill had sparked into them a need they didn’t know they had; they wanted to see Lillie’s clothes burn, and if I had a guess on it, it was mostly because of her unlikeable and contrarian attitude.
Jill’s dare was already completed with Natty, and Lillie was just going the extra mile; but she didn’t show any signs of stopping. She was now talking to Andrea, who was nodding at every word. When would she stop?
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>>2222658 a) Good enough. Let’s have Lillie strip as the main attraction while Melanie struggle to not get noticed.
b) Jill also convinces Ruth and Ana.
c) Jill also convinces three other girls.
d) In addition, Jill easily convinces Erika and Lisa to join in.
e) All of the above.
f) Fuck it, all girls will burn their clothes.
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>>2222659 F, let's do it! This'll be spectacular.
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>>2222659 F.
(this is why you don't want anyone with ultra high Charisma against you xD)
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>>2222659 I think I'll press f to pay respects to those clothes
(yes this is a vote for f)
Damp of cares
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>>2222659 “If you don’t strip right now we’ll strip you and throw your shit to the fire with wallet and phone and all!” threatened Ana. Her proposition wasn’t as widely supported as I would have expected, but Lillie heard it and it obviously affected her.
Meanwhile, Andrea was already in her underwear, Melanie was trying to sneak and find a good position from where to approach the fire, and Jill kept her naked rampage, talking to Eugene and Yuri at the same time.
Someone unplugged the microphone and instead played some music. Lillie still hadn’t said yes; but she was cheered like she was going to start doing a dance either way. “N-no! I’m not doing it!” she kept her ground, but a boy kept from behind and with no warning pulled her shirt up, showing us her huge tits.
“Whoo! Yeah!”
“Again, do it again!”
“Take it off! Take it off!”
“Burn the clothes! Burn the clothes!”
“You bastard!” Lillie hurried to fix her shirt and turned to slap the perpetrator, but all it took was the first one to encourage the rest. The second she gave her back, someone else came from the back and pantsed her. Lillie’s panties were navy blue with a floral pattern; very ugly in my opinion; the pantsing also revealed half of her ass.
Lillie turned again in astonishment and the first guy repeated his prank. Lillie shrieked out in indignation, and then the crowd jumped her, ready to take their tribute if she wasn’t offering it willingly.
Melanie recognized the chance and stripped as fast as she could, throwing her shirt and skirt into the fire with haste. She hesitated taking off her red brassiere; and once again before taking off her matching panties. Unlike Natty, Melanie didn’t keep her footwear; she threw her sandals into the fire, obeying Jill to the extreme.
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>>2222789 Hardly any males were orbiting Lillie; most of the people who jumped her and were tearing at her clothes – a favor Lillie returned as she could – were other women. Dixie and that short girl named Jane who I had scratched across the chest were trying to help their friend; and getting their just desserts for it. It as an all-out strip fight the trio had no chance of winning. The striptease music was again removed and while the microphone was still near Lillie’s; Eugene’s phone served as an amplifier of his voice nonetheless. Despite his craziness, he was not a technophobe.
“We have to stop the death toll! The werecat will protect us for the night if we strike a deal with it! I have learned how!” Eugene claimed. People who weren’t busy stripping Lillie and her friends bothered to turn their heads to listen to more ramblings of the madman. “The werecat considers the female form to be perfect and worthy of protection! If the women here wish to be protected, remove your earthly belongings! Cleanse them with fire! You will be saved!”
And for the first time, Eugene’s speech didn’t end with someone trying to shut him up. All the boys cheered in approval of his words, probably not convinced by Eugene’s reasoning, but very willing to fight for the same goals regardless.
Lillie was already quite nude, and all she had had been tossed to the bonfire. She was now a rabid animal stripping and tearing whatever she could get her hands on to at least defend Jane, who still had her shirt – and nothing else – remaining.
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>>2222794 Andrea was surrounded by a little cult, encouraging her to keep going. She slowly but surely removed her clothing; and required plenty of compliments and pleas every time she removed something – she kept her stockings for that purpose –. Andrea was widely smiling, not embarrassed in the slightest, knowingly doing the only thing that would net her any attention between a naked claimant that was defended by the werecat, and a girl who had refused to strip when she had promised to.
Eugene repeated his claim, word for word. Three separate girls shrugged and complied. Two of them did so because they were simply drunk – I could smell it on their breath – while the third was actually terrified. She had been shaking sitting on a bench ever since Yuri had told her ghost story. She looked… young. Very young.
The fire, fed by so many cotton and synthetic articles, grew and burned more brightly than before. At some point, Erika and Lisa joined in and started taking it all off. It wasn’t a dare or anything; they apparently were just doing it for fun.
Following the first girls who listened to Eugene, Lisa, Erika, Melanie, Andrea, Lillie, Dixie, Jane; and adding the fact that Jill threw her hands in the air and started running in circles, happy in all her naked glory, ordering and encouraging others to follow suit; many more observed the trend. The next ones to bare it all were the ones who had already been exposed because of their scuffle against Lillie and had torn clothing just kept by threads.
It was a chain reaction like no other I had seen. Jill had done it; in not ten minutes she had convinced well over twenty girls, almost thirty by my count, to start a nude party.
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>>2222798 It didn’t stop there, it was just not possible to have all girls go wild at the same time and just expect things to return to normal. The cooler was raided, the music was back on, frenetic dancing started, boys didn’t know where to point their phones to, the little speaker was pushed to its limits and several phones of the now nude girls had been dedicated to emit flashing lights to give the bonfire party more of nightclub aura.
The sight alone was intoxicating. I looked down and then back to the coven, making sure over and over that I wasn’t in the view of anyone. It was just too much visual stimulation, I couldn’t hold it in. I started touching myself.
And of course, a small, naked committee, led by Ana; had gotten ahold of Lillie and her friends, and were now deciding how to punish them. Obviously, nudity alone wasn’t enough anymore.
a) The horse torture.
b) Anally penetrated by brooms.
c) Forced to have a lesbian threesome.
d) Spanking.
e) Tied up and told every time they were seen wearing clothes, they would be forcefully stripped.
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>>2222801 C+E. More girls spending all of camp naked is always good, and they can be given that verdict in the midst of intense humiliation.
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>>2222801 E should be fine
>>2222827 (>>2222222 )damn, just add some ketchup and you got lisa :D
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>>2222801 A with a touch of C and/or D.
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>>2222801 E. More nude girls the better.
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>>2222801 E. More naked girls the better
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Pure E won, but a little D was thrown in there.
>>2222801 They had already tied them down. There were plenty of free strips of clothes to make as long a rope as they could possibly need. I did feel a little for Jane, who was only defending her friend, and Dixie, who had tried to convince Lillie all along to give it up and just strip to avoid precisely what was happening to them.
Jill looked up, right to where I was. I instinctively paralyzed, being found out for the second time with my hands where they shouldn’t be. Jill just said as a high enough volume, aware that if she tried hard enough I could hear her over all the ruckus. “What do you say, did I complete my dare?”
I nodded mechanically, my neck felt stiff. Jill didn’t seem to mind what I was doing, and her attention immediately shifted to the party, she was offered a bottle of something and she grabbed it and gave it a huge sip, then passed it along. Still, there was something about being found out masturbating that just compelled me to stop altogether. I retreated a little further, just to be a little safer.
In a way that reminded me to how Elmira was left with her ass exposed at the tennis court after her intensive training in the hands of Kathy – who I hadn’t seen since morning; where the hell was she? – Lillie and her friend were secured to a bench with their buttocks pointing upwards, by mere coincidence right to where I was hiding.
Their legs were tied together, so their asses weren’t spread wide open, so there was that bright side for them; one could still easily see their slits; but again, they were at least closed. An announcement had already been made that because Lillie had gone back on her word and her friend still knowingly helped her, everyone had the moral obligation to stripped them completely nude whenever they found them.
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>>2222898 A group of girls started dancing in a circle around the punished girls. A remix of Sunrise was playing; its rhythm was easy to follow with anything they could come up with. The whole point of their dance was to surround them and to all give a step to the left at the same time, so the circle could move. Every time they met an ass in front of them, they would spank it. Some spanked hard, some gave it a love tap; some slapped the right cheek, some the left.
Sometimes, they inserted a finger in any of the wholes available, just because they could; some particularly cruel participants spanked the pussy itself; I winced in pain every time it happened.
Jane started crying almost immediately. Dixie held her own for a while, but her tears started pouring as her bottom grew redder and redder, she lost it when Tammy, who was one of the dancers, outright punched her left butt-cheek. It was not a very good punch, not that I was an expert fighter – when it didn’t involve my natural weapons –, but in my opinion Tammy wouldn’t make it far as a martial artist.
Lillie, however, stubborn as always, didn’t shed a tear. She screamed her lungs out, cursing some very awful things at her tormenters; but there was no crying involved; just pure rage.
Lisa and Erika were having the time of their lives. I was a little jealous of how carefree they could get; and I knew it was in large measure owed to all the alcohol they had ingested. I would be even willing to try if the damned thing didn’t smell so awfully rotten. Both girls danced with their boyfriends – Kirby, as Erika had warned, went topless – and at one point Lisa joined the circle around Lillie to deliver a few spanks.
“Eeeeeeww!!” someone went when, without any warning, Denise broke into the circle and started licking at the tied girls genitals one right after the other. One lick to Lillie, one to Dixie, back to Lillie, then one more to Jane… she didn’t stop until Ana threw her away.
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>>2222899 “It’s supposed to be a punishment, not a prize,” Ana sarcastically remarked; it was obvious that Lillie and her cohorts did not approve of being orally stimulated.
Feeling too self-conscious to keep playing with myself, I climbed down and went to the circle. Carmen was observing, her back against a tree. She gave a few sips to a red plastic cup with something that was alcoholic in it, but didn’t smell like beer at all.
Daisy was sitting, doing nothing but observing Medea’s decanter and the reflections the blazing bonfire, fed by the clothes of dozens of girls, shined on it. I approached Medea, and grabbed my phone. I felt like talking.
“Do not fret, this is quite alright,” she assured me, guessing what I wanted to say before I finished typing it. “The Game is merely a catalyst, what we really need are emotions; and this night has been very successful,” she revealed to me in a low voice. “It is not a problem if the others wish to enjoy themselves. Rather, I would encourage it.”
If that was the case, it was alright. I was a little worried that the night hadn’t gone as Medea had planned because of the constant interruptions between one dare and the other, but if she was happy with what was going on, then so was I.
a) Everyone strips and joins the party, even the werecat.
b) Jill dares Medea to grab the microphone and give another show; this time with some stripping. She has to burn her dress afterwards.
c) Jill dares Carmen to make Lillie climax in one way or the other.
d) Jill dares Daisy to take eight vodka shots. She can rest a minute between shots.
e) Jill dares Erika to have sex in public. It’s up to her who her partner is (you can pick one if you want).
f) Jill dares Lisa to, out of her own volition, get tied next to Lillie, at least for a few minutes.
g) Jill dares Aria to keep doing what she was caught doing; she is to enjoy herself as much as possible.
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>>2222900 B would be perfect right now (even if it makes for Medea's third dare tonight before some of the others have even gotten their first)
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>>2222900 B or D -> A
>>2222901 >even if it makes for Medea's third dare tonight before some of the others have even gotten their first thats the thing about randomness: if it was even balanced, it ain't random but just a pattern ;)
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>>2222900 B or C or G, or D but Aria and in lesser volume
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>>2222900 G. With Aria either showing off to the group and hitting someone with her pussy juice when she cums or doing it in a tree, finishing by rubbing against a branch, and it dripping down onto one of the coven.
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>>2222900 G
Can Aria do the tail thing on herself?
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>>2222945 Not without breaking her hymen.
It's by design; it's a stupidly pleasant sensation; if she could do it whenever, she would.
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>>2222900 D. Daisy needs to loosen up so she can perform a good dare without too much complaining.
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D wins. My connection is too slow to Browse Iwara for a similar body-type to Medea. A suggestion formerly provided was used instead.
Very productive weekend. Sadly, I will be busy until Wednesday. We will be slow until then.
>>2222900 “The Game is nice and all, but why don’t you come and join the rest of us?” asked us Jill, coming back from her fun just to ask us that. I was still embarrassed about what she saw me doing and could barely face her.
“We can’t leave Aria alone, can we? And she’s stuck being the werecat,” answered Carmen; she sounded sincere. “Also, Daisy is here and she’s not moving, not even when everyone already took off their clothes. And last thing… I’m not burning my stuff, or taking it off.”
Even if I wasn’t labeled as the werecat, even if I was still a full human; the sort of things the mob were doing didn’t appeal to me other than the undeniable eye-candy offered all over the place. Loud noises, bad music, drunk people, perverted boys, who needed that? I was much happier sitting near Medea, taking a catnap.
“Oh, yeah. Well, you can’t miss on the whole thing,” lamented Jill for our sakes. “At least… let’s play another round, I guess.”
Shortly, she was back with Lisa and Erika. Erika was visibly affected by the drinks she had taken, but her dogs were still barking, so to speak. Lisa, on the other hand, was a giggling mess and she was barely standing. When she took her seat she merely collapsed her bottom against the dead leaves with a thump, and finding the situation so funny that she laughed herself to a cough.
Jill quickly took her turn, noticing that she wasn’t the only one who wanted to go back to enjoy the nudity and insanity taking place just two dozen feet apart or so. The loser was Medea.
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>>2222991 “Dare her… dare her to go to the party! Let’s go! Let’s go have some fun,” suggested Erika, and then howled for no reason at all. I would much rather she didn’t, it felt like it could draw attention from people and we could be found out.
“Nah, just going to the party is too boring,” Jill declined. “Medea, are you up for another dance? With some stripping this time? How about it?”
“If it is the dare, I shall accept,” she deadpanned.
“Also, burn your clothes. Or you’re not going to fit in,” added Jill.
“Understood.”
And thus, Medea left when I kind of wanted her around. Neither Daisy nor Carmen looked like they would allow me to snuggle close to them. With nothing else to do, I climbed back to my usual spot; at least I wanted to see the dare.
Medea was not as well received at first; she stuck like a sore thumb being the only female wearing anything at all. Anyone receiving the death stares she did would have succumbed to peer pressure and at least taken off some clothing, but not Medea. She had been tasked with stripping after a song, and not before.
Not being able to use phones anymore without a surface for them to rest into – I wasn’t supposed to use my opposable thumbs – I couldn’t have grabbed a phone to get some signal and Medea wasn’t able to download another reference on how to dance like last time.
“Isn’t she the one who dance last time?”
“Why is she still dressed? Can’t she read the mood?”
“Hey, take off your clothes or get out!”
Because the speaker was in use for a musical playlist already, Medea had also some difficulties making her way to it. Had Jill not been there to act in her behalf, ordering people to let them through and convincing Dugald to shut down the music and to give up the mic; Medea could have easily failed her challenge.
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>>2222993 “Hey! What’s the big idea! Put the music back on!”
“Yeah, what’s going on?”
Banter and scoffs or unhappy, drunk teenagers followed. With so many naked girls around, people hardly wanted another distraction to take the spotlight; they were quite content as they were with alcohol and nudity, and Medea had come to upset the balance.
“Oh, shut your traps; you!” Jill reprimanded all of them, taking the mic off Medea, guessing that without some additional help the thing could be dead before it even started. “My friend here is going to do a little dance for you. She did it before and you loved it. Do you forget so soon? You asked for an Encore.”
“Because back then there was nothing better to do!”
“Come on, put the music back on! She can dance all she wants to that!”
“She’s not even naked!”
“She will soon be,” appeased them Jill. “She’s going to do a little strip dance. Happy now?”
“Pfft, who wants to see some middle schooler strip?”
That last comment actually hurt Medea. I could tell. I was also not a big fan of being guessed much younger than I actually was, but at the same time it felt a little flattering. For Medea, it wasn’t the case. She had a huge complex about her body being undeveloped.
“No more out of you for tonight, Buck!” Jill silenced the offender. “She’s doing it because I asked her to. Now shut up and enjoy.”
Jill nodded at Medea, signaling to start, and gave her the microphone. After such a cold reception, most would have been intimidated; but Medea’s mental fortitude was something else. She soon shrugged off the derisive comments she received and when her music played she performed her heart out.
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>>2222994 For as much as people complained, there was no denying Medea was quite a natural at dancing. Even if it was the same song and same movements as before, only made different because she used a few intermissions on the song to throw what she was wearing straight to the fire; it was a good show.
The naysayers and the skeptical who just wanted to return to what they were doing before the interruption at the very least remained quiet; and those who actually liked the dancing with the musical number let their opinion be known with their encouragement. Medea looked unaffected either way, and just focused on what she had to do.
As always, she was adorable; her voice fit the song nicely; and while it was a little out of place that she was stripping to such a custesy music, she somehow made it work. Maybe because she didn’t want to be linked to the ghost, but Medea gave the audience the rare treat of brushing her hair back and show both her huge eyes at the same time; even I didn’t get to see that too often.
Medea’s clear and incredibly pale skin came into view to plenty of cheering and celebration. Yes; maybe Medea’s breasts were tiny, and she was easily on the skinny side of the spectrum, but she had curves and a cute, feminine figure.
She exposed to all those clear, pink nipples of hers; that I had once bitten and watched them turn a cherry-colored red back when I had them for myself. She freely showed that little, cute behind and her ridiculously perfectly shaped vulva; so ideal it looked like a doll’s… if dolls had those.
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>>2222995 Medea’s bare body was undeniably beautiful and it showed that voluptuousness wasn’t everything. There was a place in the world for discreet, petite body types like Medea’s… or mine.
a) Everyone who remains strips and joins the party, even the werecat.
b) Medea dares Lisa to find a secluded place and to please one another. There’s this thing Medea wants to make sure about.
c) Carmen is dared to join the party and burns her clothes. However, she gets to wear one thing; and one thing only; which is the butt plug.
d) Daisy is dared to join the party. She has to dance and drink like everybody else, but always with a hand on her crotch; and not covering it, but playing with it.
e) Medea dares Erika to have sex in public.
f) Medea dares Aria to use a mask and find creative ways to hide her features; pretend to be normal and join the party that way.
g) Medea dares Jill to go around showing everyone her spread vagina.
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>>2222996 B or D. D because Daisy needs both a dare of her own and to loosen up a little. B because it sounds important (and, well, Medea and drunk Lisa sounds pretty fun too).
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>>2222996 B About fucking time, we can make D later
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>>2222996 B. Let's test that blood bond.
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>>2222996 D - kinda feel a bit sorry for Daisy
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>>2222996 D. Let Daisy loosen up
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>>2222991 But isn't what you wrote B?
>>2222996 A/B/D
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>>2223105 Yes, my mistake. B and D tied; but according to the rules B gathered its votes first and takes precedence. It's a type on telling which won. B still wins.
D wins this round. Will get to writing it as soon as I can.
Gnattering Yawn
>>2223106 >D wins this round. Will get to writing it as soon as I can. I thought B was winning this round, by those rules? Tied 6/6 with B votes coming first.
Eh, after sleeping on it I decided I liked B more, so I'll just switch fully to that.
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>>2223108 Yeah, mistook B and D again. I might be dyslexic. As you wish, though.
SorrySleeping
>>2223113 I am assuming you are typing it up right now, but I saw going to vote for B just to confirm the win.
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>>2223123 Not even close. This is the only part you get today, too. Tomorrow it will be even harder to release one. We should be more or less okay after Wednesday.
>>2222996 It was a shame that Medea’s cute dress was burning; it looked hand-made and elegant, and it ended up being nothing more than fuel for the fire.
Dugald was quick to put back the nightclub music playlist the second Medea finished. Medea received a moderate round of applause, and a few compliments about the aesthetics of her naked body. The last time Medea’s dance finished the public was far more enthusiastic, not even baring it all could beat doing something original for the first time.
Medea was offered a drink when joining the crowd, that she accepted but didn’t actually consume it; and when the attention on her had dwindled, she made her way back to the circle. I joined her; I didn’t mind being part of the quartet of outcasts. Medea was more receptive to my approaches to snuggle besides her now that she was nude and we could make skin to skin contact.
It was again a little while before Jill appeared, once again dragging Erika and Lisa with her.
“You came straight back! How introverted can you be! All four of you,” Jill expressed and sighed; Meaning Medea, Carmen, Daisy and me. “Looks like the only way to get you out of your shell is going to dare each and every single one of you; and I am going to if I have to,” it sounded like a threat.
“It’s… it’s okay if Aria wants to stay behind,” Erika slurred. “Some people are not the party kind… and that’s… that’s okay. And the werecat and shit. Know what I mean?”
Yes, Erika had not been crystal clear, but in the context of the situation her meaning was not lost. I wasn’t strictly trapped, but I would much rather remain where I was than deal with people.
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>>2223301 Jill took her roll, and for the very first time, the long overdue loss of Daisy came through. Jill didn’t even let Carmen vent her anger than the new girl had eluded the bottle pointing at her for so many rounds before proposing a dare we were already expecting.
The dare was simple: join the party. Daisy didn’t even need to undress and got to keep her bikini bottom on. There was a catch, of course. Joining a nude party while nude was hardly something worthy of being called a dare.
“That is disgusting. I am not doing that,” Daisy sibilated without a second thought. We were already familiar with girls rejecting their first dare, and knew what to do.
Everyone that could speak – meaning everyone but me – pitched ideas of what penalty games we could force upon Daisy if she rejected; each girl trying to undo the statement or the other. Daisy paled at the mere mention of the extremeness of our little brainstorming.
Afterwards came the tears, the accusations, the pleading, the bargaining; until Daisy finally accepted her fate. It wasn’t even that terrible of a dare and she could do it undetected if she tried.
Daisy snuck her left hand inside her crotch, begrudgingly.
“Now move it. And do it right,” instructed Jill. “If I have to repeat it but once…” Jill’s voice went higher as she ended her sentence and she left it incomplete on purpose.
“I know, I know…” Daisy signaled, starting to groan as she moved her hand. I could barely hear the lewd sound of one of her fingers entering and exiting, even with the music. She did it at a very slow pace, once every five seconds or so, but it was enough.
“Good girl. Now keep that up,” sternly ordered Jill. “I’m going to have my eyes on you.”
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>>2223302 “I get to roll now, don’t I?” Daisy clipped with resentment. “It is my… my turn.”
Since I was nothing but a cat, I was not supposed to feel any shame to walk to Daisy, smell at her crotch, and guess that she was getting wet after her finger merely penetrating her less than ten times. She did not care for it.
“Not yet. To give a dare you have to complete yours,” Jill denied her. “Let’s say… fifteen minutes. No, four songs. Four songs after this one. Join the party; four songs and you’re done. You come back here, lick your finger and you get your turn.”
Daisy enjoyed the remaining minute she had of relative peace, but still having to move her fingers; making her hole progressively more lubricated.
“Song’s about to be over. If the other one starts before you’re in the party, you have to wait another one,” warned Jill. “Move it, girl.”
Daisy surprised herself in her first step. She almost tripped. It was just an unavoidable fact of life that masturbation weakened the legs; and she had been at it – even if slowly – for a full minute. Jill giggled at her attempts at walking, grabbed Daisy by the hips, and led her to the party. “I’m not trying to be mean to you. This is only for fun; you have to loosen up!” Jill cheerfully exulted, trying to be friendly. “Let’s dance!”
a) Daisy completes her dare without an issue. She gets more confident and even if reluctantly, enjoys The Game a little more (exclusive. Everything has a price).
b) Daisy is picked on because she’s wearing something. They remove it from her, but she can’t stop going in and out!
c) Daisy orgasms at a very inopportune moment.
d) Daisy’s actions are mistakenly interpreted by a certain nymphomaniac.
e) Erika and Lisa dance with Daisy; touching her and making out with her. Daisy hates every second of it, but complies nonetheless.
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>>2223302 e.. then again that's D not B? And why is it Jill's turn?
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Gnattering Yawn
>>2223303 I am confused. B, the winning vote last cycle, was the Lisa dare, and Medea was the one rolling.
This update can be salvaged, I think, or at least most of it. If the next update is the intended Medea/Lisa dare, we can go from that into Lisa daring Daisy this way and proceed forwards.
Does that sound okay, everyone?
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>>2223307 God fucking damn it. I didn't even check back until you mentioned it.
No idea what's up with my brain. I'm taking a break. See you all Wednesday in a new thread. We should be in page 10 by then.
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C.....sounds like enf fun
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>>2223309 I an taking it as an 'if' plotline or whatever
sidreN
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>>2223309 No objections
>>2223303 Take the time you need, dont stress yourself. You dont have to keep a strict update-schedule just for our sake :)
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>>2223303 A. Let's just have Daisy loosen up in this dare. For the sake of future interactions with Daisy.
Lorefag
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>>2223303 C or D
>>2223309 I think this is the best way forward. In the "definitive" version, just swap the position of the updates and change some names.
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Gnattering Yawn
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Not sure what's going to happen with the last update, so in the interests of having a pastebin of this thread ready before the new one starts, I prepared one for both major results.
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OP we love you
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I'm still here, shit went down. Parts will be coming out for as long as possible, but the story will go into another hiatus.
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>>2224252 Well fuck
Take care OP
Gnattering Yawn
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>>2224252 That sucks, but at least it sounds like you have a handle on it. Hope things get better for you soon.
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>>2224252 Sucks OP
Do what you need to do.
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We'll go back a part. You can treat the other as a "what if"; although it will be very likely recycled. Having a part half-written would honestly be very convenient about now.
>>2222996 It was a shame that Medea’s cute dress was burning; it looked hand-made and elegant, and it ended up being nothing more than fuel for the fire.
Dugald was quick to put back the nightclub music playlist the second Medea finished. Medea received a moderate round of applause, and a few compliments about the aesthetics of her naked body. The last time Medea’s dance finished the public was far more enthusiastic, not even baring it all could beat doing something original for the first time.
Medea was offered a drink when joining the crowd, that she accepted but didn’t actually consume; and when the attention on her had dwindled, she made her way back to the circle. I joined her; I didn’t mind being part of the quartet of outcasts. Medea was more receptive to my approaches to snuggle besides her now that she was nude and we could make skin to skin contact.
It was again a little while before Jill appeared, once again dragging Erika and Lisa with her.
“You came straight back! How introverted can you be! All four of you,” Jill expressed and sighed; Meaning Medea, Carmen, Daisy and me. “Looks like the only way to get you out of your shell is going to dare each and every single one of you; and I am going to if I have to,” it sounded like a threat.
“It’s… it’s okay if Aria wants to stay behind,” Erika slurred. “Some people are not the party kind… and that’s… that’s okay. And the werecat and shit. Know what I mean?”
Yes, Erika had not been crystal clear, but in the context of the situation her meaning was not lost. I wasn’t strictly trapped, but I would much rather remain where I was than deal with people.
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>>2224273 Medea took her turn. Jill spoke to the bottle while it rolled as if it was a person, kindly asking it to point at her so she could complete her newly acquired objective.
The bottle didn’t listen to Jill, though – I wouldn’t be too surprised if it could, magic was involved as far as I understood it, after all –, instead, it pointed right at Lisa, who was barely paying any attention.
“You’re with me, aren’t you?” Jill prompted at Lisa, poking at her shoulder. “When you give your dare, be sure to take one of these pretty, little recluses out of their shell.”
Lisa’s cognitive functions had deteriorated to the point she had about two seconds of lag before understanding and being able to understand something. She first realized the bottle was pointing at her, then that Jill was talking to her, she then squinted at Jill, understood her meaning, and then nodded enthusiastically with a smile. A slow process.
“You’re drunk!” Erika giggled and pointed at Lisa, as if noticing for the very first time the effects of alcohol in the beautiful blonde, “You’re so drunk!”
“S-shut up!” Lisa slurred defensively, “I’m… I’m not… yeah, I’m drunk,” she changed her mind mid-sentence and admitted to her faults.
“I dare you to accept me as your master for fifteen short minutes. You will do as I say,” Medea interrupted the deep exchange of ideas between the two intoxicated girls. “You will raise no questions and no objections.”
“That’s okay,” Lisa quickly shrugged.
“So you’re going to have her do more than one dare so long as it lasts less than fifteen minutes, huh? You’re a sly one, Medea. Smart move,” jokingly praised Jill.
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>>2224274 “I will have no witnesses,” announced Medea with a somewhat rude dismissal of what Jill had just said. She was pressing something in the screen of her phone, and showed us it was a timer. Fifteen minutes began counting down. “Lisa, would you please follow me? I would thank everyone to refrain from interrupting.”
“You’re going to fuck, aren’t you?” questioned Erika. It was not an accusation, it didn’t sound derisive, but rather casual.
“Some of my requests will be sexual in nature, yes,” acknowledged Medea, standing up and grabbing her bag. “You do not have a problem with it, do you, Lisa?” Lisa shook her head. “Anyone else?” there was no answer.
“But no witnesses, though? There’s always a witness. Mostly Aria,” followed up Erika.
“I cannot stop her, or any of you for that matter, to follow and watch us; although I would prefer to do be left in private,” Medea smiled approvingly, as it really wasn’t an issue. “In the case of Aria; I would trust her to be discreet and silent if she does wish to peek.”
I rasped a negative meow, hoping that I hadn’t been given the impression that I liked to watch my friends from cover like some creep. I do liked it, just didn’t like the idea of people knowing.
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>>2224275 “I caught little Aria watching at all the naked girls at the party; and Jilling off as some would say,” Jill unnecessarily revealed, concealing a mocking smile beneath her hands. “Poor thing didn’t get to finish.”
Erika giggled, so did Carmen even if she tried not to. Daisy bashfully looked away from me after gasping. I wanted to grunt in annoyance, but only did a feline equivalent. Jill loved to embarrass me in front of people; I kind of hoped she wouldn’t reveal what she saw, but in retrospective it was too much to ask.
“Oh. I was not aware you were already aroused,” said Medea in an apologetic tone, again trivially deadpanning something that was supposed to be a delicate topic. “In that case you have my explicit permission to watch us and stimulate yourself if you wish,” she offered. The girls did this annoying, high-pitched scream that was between laughter and surprise. “We are wasting time. I asked for merely fifteen minutes. Lisa, let us go. Aria; you may follow if you want.”
a) Aria follows. She restrains herself out of pride; suffering all the way through. She’s just the witness.
b) Aria follows. Medea reluctantly allows for a threesome to happen.
c) Aria follows. Since she already has permission, she masturbates to the sight.
d) Aria doesn’t follow (PoV Lisa).
Lisa will be:
1) Drunk, Medea hopes this will make her be more honest with herself.
2) Completely sober. Medea’s little bag of wonders can make a potion to cure alcohol-induced stupor.
3) Tipsy. A little more courageous than usual.
4) Affected by a random side effect, as there’s always the risk. You can specify. Bear in mind that it would make Medea have a hard time finding out what she wants to know.
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>>2224276 C or D, I don't want Aria to get in the way, but if she is watching then she should be able to enjoy herself.
3. Drunk enough to get past her inhibitions but sober enough that she can still take the situation seriously and remember it tomorrow.
sidreN
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>>2224276 C or D
1 could be fun
>>2224252 Just take care of yourself, whatever it takes ;)
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>>2224252 better backup what you have to a cloud storage first
And this thread seems like it would die soon enough if you aren't making a new thread, wouldn't it?
And if you are in some short term financial need then maybe you can consider setting up something like a patreon account?
>>2224276 D3
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D3, sometimes change of perspective is good
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I'll make a new thread tomorrow. It will most likely be the slowest thread this story has seen, but it will be a necessity.
>>2224302 I want the story to be free. I should be able to solve my money problems eventually.
The story is also objectively not good enough to warrant any monetary remuneration.
>>2224276 Aria was red as a goddamn tomato. It was pretty easy to understand why; she had always been the shy type; and even if we were among friends and there was no pressure and no real secrets with our sex-lives or anything, being caught fingering yourself was something. She was a blusher.
If she had wanted to follow Medea and me to whatever Medea would have me do, that was fine; but the poor thing was too embarrassed to actually say yes. She walked back in all-fours and just did that really weird and kind of creepy cat-sphinx-like sitting thing she sometimes did.
“If you change your mind, I have no doubt you will have no trouble finding us. You are still quite welcome,” Medea said to her.
“Y-yeah…” I agreed kind of mindlessly. The truth was that it was better if I was all alone with Medea.
I’m not a lesbian; I’ve never been. Sure, I’ve touched girls, but never sexually; not before coming to camp. There was that fucking thing with whatever happened that day, when I lost control of my body; that didn’t count. Medea, though…
I don’t know. There is just something about her. Sure, she’s cute as a button; a pretty little thing with huge eyes. She’s pretty; but it’s not that. If I was to be into girls, and I’m fucking not, I would be into more of… Jill’s kind; or that girl Natty. Big tits or nice bodies. I mean, if you are going to be a dyke, you should better go all the way.
I had already come to terms with it. I liked Medea, and not in a friendly way; or more like, not JUST in a friendly way. There was something about it, it was impossible to put into words; all I knew was that it wasn’t just her appearance.
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>>2224493 Medea grabbed my hand, I just let her drag me wherever. I was drunk, and I knew that she knew. Everyone knew. The point was, all the forest looked the same to me. I couldn’t tell right from left, anywhere we were going it was up to Medea to remember the way because I was out of it. Not that I didn’t trust her.
I kind of blacked out; I couldn’t tell for how long. All I knew is that last thing I remember was being all not that far from the party, and then I was kind of blank on the details and was now at a clearing; I couldn’t even hear the party anymore.
I sort of remembered talking about something with Medea. Maybe I was imagining things. She gave me a shot glass and told me to down it; or maybe she didn’t. I kind of remembered having gone to a bush to take a pee.
Things had been feeling clearer since coming out of the blackout. Shit wasn’t spinning as much, I wasn’t as dizzy, no need at all to puke; it was a nice change.
“How do you feel?” Medea talked to me. I knew I was much less drunk than before just from the way her voice sounded.
“Fine, Master,” I told her after thinking it for a while.
“There is no need for you to call me that. It was merely a dare. Medea will do fine,” she instructed me; it wasn’t really an order, so I was still under the impression that it was kind of up to me.
“Let me call you Master; you still have fifteen minutes to go.”
“No, I do not,” she plainly told me and showed me her phone. We were both as naked as the day we were born, but Medea had been carrying this green bag with her, so she had decided to bring her phone with her. No idea where mine was, but it would turn out. “My fifteen minutes actually ran out some time ago,” she told me.
“So, my dare was just going for a walk?” it felt kind of unfair. I was never one to back down; the shit all the other girls were doing was hard, so I, like, wanted to contribute or something.
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>>2224495 “Yes. Your dare is over. You are under no obligation to do anything you do not want,” Medea did this super cute thing when she turned away and blushed a little. She hardly ever blushed. “Lisa, would you agree to sexual intercourse with me?”
Fuck yes, I would. I still felt a little buzzed, but it wasn’t just because of that. There was just something about Medea, it kind of drove me crazy; and it was just about her. No other girl, no matter how hot, had any effect on me; not even boys.
“Do you… do you like me that way?” I asked her, sounding more hopeful that I meant, “Are you… like Aria? It’s totally okay if you are!” I was fast to add that last part, I knew that I might have come a little too strong with the dyke hating our first few nights together. I was way over that.
“It is rather impolite to answer a question with another question, my dear Lisa,” she kind of lectured me. I fucking hated when people did that, but I gave her a pass. “I require an answer. Would you?”
“Y-yeah… I guess. I mean… if-if you want,” that was way smoother in my mind before I said it out loud.
“That is not nearly as enthusiastic as I expected,” she sighed, and it kind of broke my heart seeing her disappointed. “I remind you, you are under no obligation and I will not force you to do you anything you do not-”
“Alright, yes!” I interrupted her. No way I was letting this go past me; so what if it was embarrassing? “Yes, I would love to! T-to have sex… with you. P-please?”
a) Medea is a little cruel. She keeps forcing Lisa to admit things, withholding carnal pleasures until she does.
b) Medea has learned everything she needed to know, and just focuses on pleasing Lisa.
c) Medea allows Lisa to dominate her, thinking she will find out more that way.
d) The pair has secretly been followed by a very silent kitty; which is found out the very same instant Lisa admits her feelings.
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>>2224498 C. I don't think we've seen this kind of dynamic played out beyond the teasing level, so I'm intrigued.
I'll also post an updated pastebin tomorrow morning, once more people have voted, so you can put it in the new thread.
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>>2224498 D but not being found out yet + C
>>2224493 There's no necessity to make content exclusive to subscriber on platforms like Patreon despite there are such tool. That don't really have to do with the objective quality of the story but I just selfishly want you to spend as much time as you like in writing the story within your limit and without affecting your life so that I can read more of what you wrote when I still can. If some money can help you get around until you start receiving some stable income then some form of simple lending/leasing would also possible, but that would be rather inappropriate over 4chan and tend to get really messy over internet even when everyone involved are well intent so that was my proposal. Sorry if the proposal disturbed/troubled you.
sidreN
>>2224498 C (+D, but would be funnier if only Medea notices and Lisa when comming back to circle just finds a awfully quiet tomato :3)
>>2224493 i know it feels sometimes weiard to get money for things youself just consider a hobby, wich you dont feel "worthy". But honestly, never had been hooked on a story for a long time l, so ofc i would at least donate a few bucks :)
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>>2224498 C. Let's see what Lisa can do for Medea.
Maybe it would be funny if Aria sees Lisa dominates Medea. Creating a misunderstanding that Medea secretly likes being submissive.
Gnattering Yawn
Alright, pastebins:
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>>2224498 C
>>2224688 I like this idea, and since they are past their 15 minutes, the others might have sent aria to check on medea and lisa (so aria can keep some of her dignity)
SorrySleeping
>>2224688 C + D like this sounds fun.
If you are only getting 20-30 bucks for your PC, I think there are a lot of us willing to give up a few bucks for you to keep your rig. It is going to cost a lot more to get something like that back.
If not patreon, you could always just set up PayPal.
SorrySleeping
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>>2224713 C+D wins
>>2224529 >>2224551 >>2224814 Not gonna get blinded by pride. I will set up an account and anyone who's willing may help with whatever they want.
It'd be a pain in the ass to have to sell my current computer just to eat. Any help is quite welcome.
Even with no help, the story will keep going as long as there's interest and I draw breath.
>>2224842 >>2224842 >>2224842 NEW THREAD!
