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You are Wesley Keki, bullying victim and destroyee of anime pussy.

PREVIOUSLY:
-Olivia Bosphorus and Winter Denali both arrived in town.
-It turned out that Olivia and Amelia are an item.
-Tyrus threatened to hand Gideon over to the Instrumentalist loonies who are after him, but you negotiated a middle path: letting Gideon walk free, but keeping a close eye on him. Gideon will be your ticket to inside information on the cult should you need it.
-Cerise came from Washington as part of her campaign for the US Senate. She arrived with her wife, Anna, and their son, Riley.
-You met Winter in person. She made merciless fun of you when she found out you were Summer's girlfriend.
-You fessed up to Summer about having slept with Lily. Summer wasn't too upset, but implied that she would even the score by sleeping with your mothers.
-You lunched with Talia. She has a way of messing with your head without raising her voice a single decibel.
-Winter tried to bully you a second time, but Amber leapt in to protect you. What really stopped Winter, though, was an off-the-cuff comment from Summer that cut Winter's ego to the bone.
-Amber insisted on going dress shopping with you in preparation for the upcoming homecoming date you have with Will Levy. To protect yourself from her clutches, you opted to take Amelia along too.
-...Big mistake. Amelia revealed a huge surprise in a dressing room at the store, which led to a sticky situation for you and Amber both.
-Riley hung out at your house with you. You and your sisters had a wholesome midnight ice cream party with him. Cerise wasn't impressed.
-Winter confronted you about your relationship with Summer, but you declined to play her games.
-Talia asked you to accompany her to Bosphorus Rare Books. You accepted. Not wanting to anger Summer again, you let her tag along, too.
-While Talia overloaded Summer with stacks of books, you spoke with Olivia a little more about the Instrumentalists. Olivia told you that they're a cult in the mold of Scientology, with wide reach and politically powerful leadership. She also believes that whatever prophecy Gideon wants to decode is meaningless.
-Winter unexpectedly showed up to the store. She wanted a job. You helped her score one, to her chagrin.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/CeriseSoliloquy
Fuck Quest master index (including seasons 1-4 of the original quest): https://www.op-studios.net/fq
Fuck Quest lewd index: https://www.op-studios.net/fq-lewds

Wesley's Bizarre Adventure lewds (content not allowed on /qst/ will go here): https://www.op-studios.net/fq-wba-lewds

Episode 1 ("Wesley's Bizarre Adventure"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/4723649
Episode 2 ("How Heavy are the Softballs You Pitch?"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/4753308
Episode 3 ("Read or Die"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/4797605
Episode 4 ("Winter Wars"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/4827485

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AND NOW, A WESLEY'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE INTERLEWD:
"Tantric Ona Milky Homes"
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IT'S TIME
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Hell yeah time for comfy
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FIRST FOR AAAAAAAA
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This is the 69th episode of the FQniverse overall (counting the post-OVA omake content as its own "episode") -- so tonight I intend to be extra lewd. Let's enjoy.
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>>4842460
Let's fucking GOOOO
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>>4842460
Nice.
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Olivia is, at last, close to finished with ringing up Talia's purchases. She takes each book, reads the cover page, and looks up the price in her database to add it to the running total. No pricetags -- stickers are an affront to the book's integrity, you guess. Unfortunately, Olivia is the kind who has to read aloud to transcribe:

"Yeoman's Account of King Edward VI's Court... Phoenician Influence on Greek Society... Personal notes of Albert Speer... Collected poems and writings of Charles J. Guiteau..."

Summer shuffles her weight from the flats of her feet to the sides of her feet, while she noshes on bubblegum and leans against the checkout counter. She, like you, is growing antsy. Talia stands there placidly waiting for Olivia to work her way through the entire pile.

"Royal Society Discourse on the Possibility of Extra-Terrestrial Life: The Moon, Mars, and Venus Duly Considered... Vampirism in Mesoamerican Legend... Grimms' Fairy Tales--" Olivia runs her fingertips along the finely textured leather binding, and glances up. "This is a beautiful edition, Talia, you won't be disappointed with it!"

"I know."

Olivia sets the book aside with the others. "...Dreams of the Rarebit Fiend... a-- first edition, first issue of Huckleberry Finn-- you do know what I'm charging for this, yes?" Talia nods. Olivia shakes her head in surprise, and continues: "a second edition copy of The Waste Land... and, last but not least, let's see... oh. A beautiful 19th century translation of Archimedes' Sand Reckoner -- this one has the Greek, Latin, and English all in one. An excellent selection."
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>>4842460
Yes please
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Talia lets one strap of her purse roll off her thin shoulder, unzips the main compartment, and fishes through it for the slender, feminine wallet she has stowed there. Meanwhile Olivia finishes her bookkeeping, tallies up the total, and says: "That will be... ahem. Well, I hope you don't have sticker shock... that will be $12,422. And 23 cents."

Talia holds a credit card aloft across the checkout counter for Olivia to take. It dangles loosely from between her thumb and fingers.

"Right," Olivia chirps. She tries to run the card through her scanner, but it comes up declined. "Try again," Talia tells her, so she does. It comes up declined again. You give Summer an anxious look.

Talia is unfussed. She undoes the brass clasps of her wallet again and produces a different card: "Try this one." It comes up declined as well. So she finds another to try. And another. A few minutes later, there's a stack of declined credit and debit cards on the counter, like a scale replica of the stacks of books that Talia had wanted to buy. Talia is still wholly unconcerned -- she's taking this turn of events much better than Olivia, who looks like she's ready to sob as she watches this windfall going up in smoke with every rejected swipe.

"I guess I can't buy these books after all," Talia says when at last she runs out of cards, gathering them all up again.

"Maybe... we can take a few of them off the bill?" Olivia tries, sounding not a little desperate. "Or charge the purchase to a few different cards in smaller increments? Or -- I could offer you a payment plan -- I promise you that your poor credit and crippling debt won't be an issue! -- or--"

"I didn't need the books anyway," Talia says, and you can tell -- although it takes the discernment you've developed from dealing with her inexpressive voice for so long -- that she sounds somewhat crestfallen.

[ ] You're rich, right? Offer to buy the books for her. She'll be in your debt. (sub-choice: [ ] buy them yourself / [ ] split the tab with Summer / [ ] suggest Summer buy them for her)
[ ] Let it go. Offering to buy the books for her might embarrass her. Or it might be what she planned all along by bringing you. Either way, you don't want any part of it.
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>>4842483
>[X] You're rich, right? Offer to buy the books for her. She'll be in your debt.
This is the world's stupidest idea but I want to cozy up with Talia and Olivia ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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>>4842460
Nice.
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>>4842483
[x] Let it go. Offering to buy the books for her might embarrass her. Or it might be what she planned all along by bringing you. Either way, you don't want any part of it.
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>>4842483
aaaaaa Talia whyyyy

This is genuinely a tough choice, not sure what to do here at all
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>>4842475
>Collected poems and writings of Charles J. Guiteau

I swear to god, if that book costs seven dollars...
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>>4842483
Fuck it.
>[x] You're rich, right? Offer to buy the books for her. She'll be in your debt.
>[x] buy them yourself

I'm not sure how much of the Darkbloom estate trickles down to Wes, but I think casually dropping 12k to impress 3 girls is a totally wise investment.
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>>4842475
>these book selections
It's an interlewd where I'm expecting comfy, but also a hint of worry!

>>4842483
>Maybe... we can take a few of them off the bill?
Convince Talia with this one first, at least. We can still come back later for the other books once Talia's got more dosh.

>[ ] You're rich, right? Offer to buy the books for her. She'll be in your debt.
>[ ] buy them yourself
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>>4842506
>>4842475
>a-- first edition, first issue of Huckleberry Finn-- you do know what I'm charging for this, yes?
Realistically this should probably go for way more than 12 grand anyway, I wouldn't be surprised if just taking this one item off the list drops the price by like 80%. Although buying it could actually be an investment...
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>>4842512
A copy in less than pristine condition would probably fetch about $1.5k. I'm writing with the assumption that Olivia is selling a copy that's a little battered. In well kept condition it's worth tens of thousands, potentially.
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>>4842483
>[x] You're rich, right? Offer to buy the books for her. She'll be in your debt.
>>[x] buy them yourself
Maybe ask her to drop a couple, too..
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>>4842533
Surely Olivia has some kind of book-restoring magic, right? I mean, any used book store owner should know that sort of thing. It's an important tool of the trade!
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>>4842483
>[X] You're rich, right? Offer to buy the books for her. She'll be in your debt.
>[X] split the tab with Summer
Gotta have a memento for our first date! But maybe not a stack of them?

>>4842491
I think the collection of maxed credit cards is significantly more embarrassing honestly.
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>[x] You're rich, right? Offer to buy the books for her.

"I'll buy them," you say.

"Uh... huh," Olivia says. "Well, then. That's great news! For me!" She claps excitedly for herself.

Summer grabs you by the wrist and spins you through a 180, to huddle and confer with you in whispered semi-private: "what the hell are you doing?"

"Buying Talia some books..."

Summer purrs in anger. "Obviously. Read between the lines, idiot. WHY are you doing this?"

"Because then she'll owe me."

"Seems like Talia isn't the kind of person who cares about what she owes. FYI."

"Then you'll just have to help me with debt collection," you tell her. Summer's face goes slack when she realizes how you intend to accept repayment. "Wes, you dirty little slut," she says, smiling broad and goofy.

As Summer relinquishes her grasp, the two of you find Talia standing on your other side -- she was listening in, undetected, the whole time. Summer giggles awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head. But you don't bother playing casual. Talia is unworried, so you're unworried right back. She tilts her head at you. You tilt your head back at her.

"I'll take a couple of the more expensive books off my tab," Talia tells you. "I wouldn't want to drown in... compound interest."

"You know, it's a real pain in the keister to delete items off a checkout order," Olivia tells her as she reapproaches the counter. "This software is so buggy."

But if Olivia thought that Talia would be swayed by such mild social pressure, she clearly doesn't know Talia at all. Talia waits in blank wordlessness for Olivia to undo the purchase of the five most expensive books on the stack. So long, Huck Finn, and so long also to the Illiad, and an anatomy textbook from the 18th century, and a couple of others. Olivia is like a little kid told the Disneyland trip is canceled as she sets the unwanted books aside.

"That will be... $9,696..." Olivia tells you.

"I'll pay you tomorrow."

"--I'm sorry?"

"My Dad's a billionaire. You know I'm good for it."

Olivia makes a murmuring little moan that might be best transcribed as "mmmnnnmnnnmmnn..." -- at the same moment as her tummy rumbles. But she's in no position to say no. It's either take payment tomorrow or take no payment at all. Wesley Keki, you're a master negotiator. A real alpha bitch.

"I look forward to making my first payment," Talia tells you, slinking up from behind, and taking a few books in hand from the massive haul. You shiver a little. Isn't the debtor supposed to be the one who's more anxious?
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>>4842588
oof, god, etc.
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>>4842588
>"That will be... $9,696..." Olivia tells you.
OP's in a real cheeky mood tonight huh
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>>4842588
Oh Olivia. I feel bad for her, but at least she's guaranteed one returning customer in this transaction.
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Talia makes only one token trip to her car with one token stack of books, before she pawns off gofer duty on the two of you. Meanwhile, Talia herself enters into a protracted discussion with Olivia about Québecois separatism. Olivia, through her travels, apparently knows a few separatists. Talia wants the skinny on whether the so-called AFR is more than just urban legend; whatever Olivia whispers in her ear makes Talia put a hand to her collarbone and arch her eyebrows.

Stuffing Talia's trunk makes the back end of the little car literally sag under the weight. As you and Summer are just finishing up, returning to the inside of BRB for the last time -- Talia takes a pair of huge, round-rimmed sunglasses out of her purse and dons them.

"Uh, Sn-- Talia, honey?" Summer says. "It's night. You know?"

Talia ignores her. Next she pulls a small white tube from her purse -- which turns out to be a telescoping cane. She extends it fully, and begins to tap it across the ground.

"What the f--" you begin. The chime above the entrance interrupts you. Amelia walks in.

"Wes," Amelia says, smiling warmly. "Summer. Such a pleasant surprise... and-- oof--"

Talia, swinging the cane back and forth across the ground, waps Amelia in the calf, and bumps into her from the front. Not hard, but enough to startle her.

"Who's there?" Talia says. She reaches up gropes Amelia's face. Behind Talia's squeezing hand, Amelia's facial muscles twitch with a mix of confusion and frustration.

"I didn't know that poor woman was blind..." Olivia says. "It does make her interest in books rather odd. She only bought two titles in braille..."

"This is Talia," Amelia says, air of politely veiled anger. "One of the girls' teachers at school. Summer's told me a lot about her. Funnily enough, she never mentioned anything about blindness."

Talia's hand across Amelia's face freezes. A split second later Amelia grabs it by the wrist.

"Like what you see?" Amelia asks, and directs Talia's hand down to her breasts. Then she leans in, which forces Talia to squeeze her there. She whispers in Talia's ear: "Don't believe everything you see." She guides Talia's hand even lower, and takes another step towards her, so the two women are chest-to-chest. With their closeness concealing it, you can't glimpse where Talia's hand has gone. But you have a pretty good guess, as Amelia holds it firmly between them and Talia lightly writhes. Talia jabs the telescoping cane against Amelia's butt to shrink it back to its purse-ready size and rips off her sunglasses. Amelia smiles cruelly back at her. Talia's face betrays muted surprise. When at last Amelia lets her go, Talia struggles with her purse-strings and zipper, more flustered than you've ever seen.
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>>4842639
What the fuck Snuggy Bear
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>>4842639
lol what the fuck talia
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>>4842639
... huh?
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>>4842639
This is both confusing and arousing
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"Is it time for sex already?" Olivia says. She glances at a wall clock behind her. "Guess so." She puts on her braindead smile: "You girls are going to have to excuse us. Bosphorus Rare Books is closing for the next 45 to 90 minutes."

"I was mostly coming to check on whether you had gotten any business today," Amelia says, sitting with her weight partially supported by the checkout counter: one stockinged foot off the ground, free of the flat it was clad in, her raised thigh being squished by the hardwood. She strokes the side of Amelia's face, whose grin goes from ditzy to dreamy.

"I have a new favorite customer!" Olivia says. She points at Talia.

"I see," Amelia says, clearly disapproving of this clientele. "Be careful her checks don't bounce."

"They won't. Her purchases are being paid in full by Wesley here. I guess you're not the only girl she wants sex from!"

Summer snrks. You sputter.

"Oh, Wes," Amelia says chidingly. "Don't debase yourself. You have better options." She glances down again at Olivia: "How much did she spend?"

"Well, right now? Um. Zero, technically -- now hold on, Melly, she's going to pay me back tomorrow! So it's fine! Probably!"

"If you're going to take large purchases on credit, you should at least secure some collateral," Amelia tells her. "This is business 101."

She slips her foot back into her shoe, pushes herself off the counter, and strides over to you, smiling -- then squats, and reaches up under your skirt, and tugs your underwear down to your ankles. "Step out of those, please," she says, as cheery as always. Shocked, heart thudding, you do as she says. She stands again with the pilfered underwear and stows them in her purse. You feel a draft.

Summer is laughing. Talia is smirking. You feel like you're being slowly baked to death in a microwave. Your scalp itches.

"You'll get these back when you pay your bill," Amelia tells you, parting your bangs from your blushing face. "Almost as a good as you left them, too."

"That's very poor collateral for a purchase of almost $10,000," Olivia says, leaning to the side to peer around Amelia. "Are you sure about this?"

Amelia rolls her eyes.

[ ] Spend some time with Amelia and Olivia at the store.
[ ] Help Talia drop her load off at her apartment -- and collect the first debt repayment.
[ ] You have a dinner date, don't you? Take Summer home to wine and dine the moms. (sub-choice: [ ] Invite Amelia too. / [ ] Three's a crowd. You don't want to leave a bad impression on your mommies, anyway.)
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>>4842673
Oh man oh man oh man oh man
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>>4842673
>[ ] You have a dinner date, don't you? Take Summer home to wine and dine the moms.
>[ ] Invite Amelia too
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>>4842673
>[ ] Help Talia drop her load off at her apartment -- and collect the first debt repayment.
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>>4842673
AAAAAAAA

These are all too good. Well, Amelia and Olivia might need their alone time, so it's down to two for me.

>[ ] Help Talia drop her load off at her apartment -- and collect the first debt repayment.
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>>4842673
[X] Help Talia drop her load off at her apartment -- and collect the first debt repayment.

We'll be quick enough to make it home for dinner. Hopefully
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>>4842673
>[x] Help Talia drop her load off at her apartment -- and collect the first debt repayment.
I've been waiting for this..!
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>>4842673
oh my GOD

>[x] Spend some time with Amelia and Olivia at the store
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It was hard to choose between all these outstanding options, but I gotta say go big or go home (by going home)
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>>4842673
>[x] You have a dinner date, don't you? Take Summer home to wine and dine the moms.

More Summer!
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>>4842673
GOD
>[ ] You have a dinner date, don't you? Take Summer home to wine and dine the moms.
>[ ] Invite Amelia too
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>>4842673
B-but, I want all of these...
>[X] You have a dinner date, don't you? Take Summer home to wine and dine the moms.
>[X] Amelia is here too

We'll have to rendezvous with Olivia (and probably Amelia) tomorrow anyway, so that can wait
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>>4842673
>[X] Help Talia drop her load off at her apartment -- and collect the first debt repayment.
Let's snug the Snuggy Bear.
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>>4842639
Okay, well, now I definitely have some questions.

>>4842673
>[X] You have a dinner date, don't you? Take Summer home to wine and dine the moms.
Debt collection will have to wait. (Hopefully not long).
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Oh, I forgot to mention something critical about this vote. It's a Top 2 instead of Top 1 selection. Please understand. And please wait warmly.
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>>4842753
BASED
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I can't believe Amelia is the true final boss of FQ as she steals the harem away from Alabaster.
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>>4842757
All Alabaster has to do is fuck Amelia to restore the hierarchy though. Circle of life, baybee
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>>4842753
muh based OP studios
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>>4842753
BROTHER
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>>4842753
Oh OP, you tease!
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>>4842753
Unbelievably BASED
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>>4842639
>Talia is blind
>Talia has a cane

wait since when was Talia blind she can drive fine...
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>>4842786
Go back to work, Olivia
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>>4842786
Pretty sure she isn't actually blind, and this is just one of the weird things she does for no real reason
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>>4842753
Strapping in. Thanks, OP.
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>>4842753
Seems I woke up at a perfect time.
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What's everyone up to during this warm wait? Just got off work and gonna be grinding some Bozja, maybe tool around with some Binding of Isaac.
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>>4842852
Programming and maybe World of Horror, depending on how toasty it gets in here
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>>4842852
Finishing up a surprise
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>>4842852
Nostalgia gaming with Monster Hunter: FU. Was playing with keyboard, but needed to get a controller for bow gameplay and for the peskier monsters.

Also a suggestion for the chart: Main weapon in Monster Hunter. I'm guessing Amber's gonna be that one Barrel Bomb player.
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>>4842852
hololive, of course
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>>4842866
>FU
Why not Rise?
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>>4842872
Don't have a Switch, don't wanna get it. Maybe if Rise gets a Steam release eventually.
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>>4842852
Making breakfast and coffee~
>>4842870
I was wondering how long it would take before I saw that here too hah.
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>>4842852
>bozja
Crystal?
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>>4842873
Well drat, and here I was hoping we could swap friend codes.

>>4842877
Yeah, Mateus. Wanna party up?
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>>4842852
FFXI grinding. A real mans MMO.

>>4842673
And for good measure even if its way to late.
>Help Talia
>Dinner Date W/Summer Three's a crowd
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>>4842878
hell yeah brother
how do you wanna link up? Party finder?
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>>4842880
Enjoy your drespectable game, Anonymous-dono, even if I don't personally enjoy it.

>>4842882
Sure, I'll toss up a PF with a completely obvious message. Password is 422.
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Happy 69th episode, /fq/!!!

I know we're all very curious about how Riley got conceived, so I've delved deep into the whiteboard's post-it notes and have found the deleted scene that explains everything. Here's the truth OP's been keeping from us!
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Happy 69th episode, /fq/!!!

I know we're all very curious about how Riley got conceived, so I've delved deep into the whiteboard's post-it notes and have found the deleted scene that explains everything. Here's the truth OP's been keeping from us!
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>>4842978
You're great, Anonymous-dono!
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>>4842984
>>4842983
My opinion did not change!
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>>4842983
Fuck my wife! ...please! I just wanna grill for God's sake!
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>>4842983
Love it, great expressions~
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"Thanks for helping me out today," Talia says as she pulls into her apartment's parking lot. "Ulterior motives notwithstanding. It was extremely generous."

"What's up with all those declined credit cards?" You ask her. You're a little worried, honestly.

Talia throws the gearshift into park and gives you a deflated look. "Life is expensive, sometimes, on a teacher's salary."

"Yeah, and it's expensive sometimes when you drop 12k on books like it's no big," Summer says from the backseat. She laces her hands behind her head and stretches -- which, as always, bares her armpits, and makes the car stink like a mix of lotion, deodorant, and a hint of feminine sweat.

"I'll manage my finances," Talia says. She cracks her neck -- one side and then the other. "You can manage the books." With that, she steps from her car.

Summer scrambles to reach the window and roll it down before Talia walks away completely. "Hey -- where are you going!"

"Upstairs. I live in #322." (Somehow, that number feels wrong. Why?) She presses the button on her key fob that unlatches the trunk. "You're more than welcome to come along."
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>>4843058
It's go time, lads
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>>4843058
oh god here we go
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Talia's apartment is a fire hazard. Not only is it choked with books, but also mounds of clothes -- some clean, some not -- and school supplies, and ungraded papers, and old electronics, and amps, and instruments, and too much other random shit to catalogue. There's a strange order to the disorder, however: nothing is mixed, but navigation is still nearly impossible. The lighting in here is dim but strangely colored, lavender and pink, casting the walls in a pastel pall. Figurines on her shelves and glitzy posters arrayed all about are proof that she's an anime fan. You could have guessed. You remember seeing her listed as the faculty adviser for PAP's anime club. A thankless job if you've ever heard of one.

"Where do you want this shit?" Summer huffs, knees knocking and legs threatening to give out as she steps past the threshold -- she shouldn't have tried to take so many books in one go. Your stack of five is just fine for you.

"Just set it down," Talia says, a directive Summer is only too happy to follow. Talia kicks back on her sofa. "I'll organize them."

"Will you?" Summer says.

Talia stares at her.

"Wow... Renren-sama," you say, spying a poster on the wall nearest you as you set the books you carried in on top of Summer's. "What do you think of the new season so far?"

"A little too shonen for me. Hard to get used to the new look. Renren herself is still the living worst."

"What? Don't tell me you like Tsukime."

"Of course not. I watch Renren-sama for Tomo." Talia tilts her head just slightly to one side, directing your view towards the far corner, where above an ironing board there hangs a perfect Tomo cosplay outfit: slutty maid uniform, purple wig, striped socks and platform shoes and all.

You furrow your brow. "But Tomo's a--"

"Uh, excuse me?" Summer cuts in. "Hate to interrupt Weebfest but are you seriously not going to help us lug these books upstairs for you? Are you that much of a bitch, Snug-- uh..." Summer shakes her head, puts her hands on her hips, and stomps. "Well?"

Talia lets her head fall back against the headrest of her couch and stares at the ceiling. "I'm paying you two with my body. That more than entitles me to your manual labor, doesn't it?"

Even Summer can be taken aback by a certain level of forwardness -- so to speak.

Looks like you have to be the one taking the lead again. You crawl onto the couch with Talia, straddling her lap. You take her face in both hands and force her to look at you. "That's right. You sold your body to me. I'll take my payment now..."

Behind you, you hear Summer draw a shuddering inhalation.

"Books first," Talia says.

Your sultry expression crumples. "What."

"Books first. Then you can fuck me."

Drearily, you and Summer return to hauling Talia's new old books up the two flights of stairs leading to her apartment. It leaves both of you sweaty and exhausted. Talia snacks on celery sticks and reviews essays the whole time, hardly paying you and your girlfriend any mind at all.
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>>4843058
Delicious Summerpits
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>>4843064
Tomo's a what?

TOMO'S A WHAT?
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>>4843064
ohhh boy

>"I'm paying you two with my body. That more than entitles me to your manual labor, doesn't it?"
big heh
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>>4843058
Agreeing with this >>4843066 anon

The anime club huh...
>You furrow your brow. "But Tomo's a--"
HMMMMM
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>>4843069
You know exactly what Tomo is, Anon
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>>4843072
Were I not already comfy (and warm) in bed I'd draw some Summer pit service for y'all fellow Summerchads
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>>4843079
god please yes do it soon
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https://www.op-studios.net/fq-lewd-wes8
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>>4843079
I want to get comfy and warm with Summer's pits
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>>4843083
Cheaters...
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>>4843083
let's fucking goooooo
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>>4843083
w-wew fucking lad that was spicy
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That's all for tonight. We'll return tonight with a cozy dinner at home and some more lewd scenario options.
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>>4843111
*Later tonight, rather. Let's say sometime around 10 PM EST?
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>>4843111
Endlessly based, OP.
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>>4842983
Oh, I didn't respond to this while I was writing, but I did see it! It's great. You're great.
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>>4843083
I'll look at this later but it seems those anons were right
>>4843111
>>4843113
Sounds good, diner is always a great time in FQ!
>>4843118
>That spoiler
I'm not jealous...
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The further this goes on, the less Wes's "harem" seems to be shaping into a traditional harem. Wes is just a slut!
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>>4843127
Wesley Does Palo Alto. I’m so ready for it.

I want to see more of Wes taking dick
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>>4843083
This would have come as a real big surprise if it wasn't for that anon who called it last thread.

As it stands, this was super cute

>>4843111
Good shit OP, lookin forward to it
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>>4843132
I was a little bummed when the clues got picked up before the reveal. I overextended myself with a "drop her load" pun at the last second. My intent was to have Amelia's mystery meat be really obvious in advance and divert reader focus so then it's like... wham! Double meat surprise!

Oh well. Can't pull a sneaky on /fq/.
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>>4843143
And what a great surprise it was.
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Guys, holy shit, I think I figured it out.

>Magical Witchy Pero Pero
>Monty Python
>A Christmas Story

I think Wesley might have a penis!
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Guys, holy shit, I think I figured it out.

>Magical Witchy Pero Pero
>Monty Python
>A Christmas Story

I think Wesley might have a penis!
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Damn I really need to catch up with this shit. Been following the twitter since super early on but i never finished reading the original FQ, last thing i think i remember reading was finally doing loving lewd stuff with the sister. seems like some good shit here so guess i better read everything from the start. Rose was my fav, hope nothing bad happened
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>>4843181
Boy oh BOY are you in for a ride, Anonymous-dono. See you on the other side.
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>>4843181
You probably never finished reading the original FQ because it never got finished. Season 2 onwards was the reboot that aired in 2018, and oh man is it a wild ride.
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>>4843143
Our sense for lewd are not to be underestimated!
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>>4843181
Not sure where you are on newer stuff, but if memory serves--
Well, you'll figure it out.
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>>4843181
If you like Rose, the reboot timeline of seasons 2-4 will be very rewarding. It turned out that I like Rose, too. And Rose two!
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>>4843196
cough biased cough cough
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>>4843196
>rose becomes alabasters wife
>whitney still wins in amount of mentions
how can one woman be so based?
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>>4843228
Spoilers, anon! But yes, Whitney is based across all timelines. It is known. I love writing Whitney scenes.
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>>4843178
ogey
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guys guys guys OP just leaked the Fuck Quest family tree
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>>4842475
>Sand Reckoner
>Charles J. Guiteau
This ain't good.

>>4842483
This REALLY ain't good.
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I might drop this season. I'm really not a fan of shemales and lesbian stuff. Maybe I should just skip lewds from now on.
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>>4843343
That's unfortunate, but FQ honestly does have merit beyond being smut. OP's unironically one of the funniest writers I know, and I'd love the series even if there was no lewding to be had.
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>>4843083
Ohhh man.

Also

Called it!
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>>4843343
Honestly? Even in previous seasons there were times I'd just not read the lewds or go back and read them later because I wasn't feeling it that night. The lewds are the cherry on top, but if you order a sundae, you're doing it for the ice cream, not the cherries.
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The theme of presidential assassins is slightly concerning. First Amber singing a song about the assassin of McKinley, now Talia is purchasing a book of the poems and writings of the assassin of Garfield. Hopefully Cerise doesn't die.
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>>4843143

Don't be bummed, be proud that you've cultivated our abilities to pick up on minutiae. There's no way I would have been able to sniff this out a season ago, but here we are now!
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>>4843366
>>4843451
Yeah, I know, I've been reading since season 1. It's kind of a shame but if OP prefers girls fucking girls when he's writing from a female perspective, that's fine.

>>4843542
It's the nature of having a fanbase that they're going to learn how to pick up on your subtleties and hints the more you drop them.
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Still holding out for Riley /ss/
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>>4843618
I swear to god, if OP cooks that up for us and people whine about a dick that's not Ally's I'm going to say very impolite things.
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>>4843637
I mean we've had that with Alex before right?
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>>4843660
Honestly? I feel like it would be even more insane this time, Ally's not even the protag
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>>4843637
>>4843660
>>4843677
We're already done two scenes with shemales, why would people complain *now* about dicks that aren't Ally's?
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>>4843698
Different strokes for different folks. For some a feminine benis is perfectly acceptable.
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>>4843875
>feminine benis
Did we read the same Amelia lewd?
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>>4843343
Sorry to hear it. I will say I'm warm to the idea of Wesley fucking a man as well, so it's possible that in future lewds there will be stuff that also tickles your fancy. I can't promise anything though. And if you don't like yuri or futanari/newhalf, then you'll have a rough time with the lewds. Especially in an episode that's primarily focused on lewd content.

I remember talking about this in an earlier season of FQ on /qst/, but I think the forced separation of plot and lewd has benefited the quest. Since I have to keep the important plot developments separate from the lewds to a large extent, readers can skip lewd content that they think won't tick their boxes and they won't be missing anything really important. Then again, what's Fuck Quest without the Fuck?
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>>4843343
>>4843366
>>4843451
>
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So Talia has a streaming set up in her room, huh? Think she uh... does things there?
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>>4844200
She has an onlyfans. Where she streams only fans. Oscillating fans, paper fans, ceiling fans, etc.
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>>4844038
>What's Fuck Quest without the Fuck?
A well written "Fun" time with some weird scene transitions, that jumps around a bit sometimes.
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>>4844038
Something I'd read and love but probably not stick in my mind as much honestly? Your skilled combination of the two is a big part of what makes Fuck Quest for me.
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>>4844038
>what's Fuck Quest without the Fuck?
Dramedy adventure with conspiracy elements?
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You and Sumer take a shower with Talia afterwards, during which you fool around a bit more.* By the time you're ready to go home, it's -- oh shit -- around 10:30 PM, and you know your moms are going to be absolutely pissed.

"I don't suppose we could bum a ride home," you say as Talia, hair still damp and stringy from the shower, kicks back on her couch in a really comfy looking two-piece pajama set, nightshirt and trousers, that lays baggily over her frame.

"No, I don't suppose you could," Talia says. She settles in, curling her legs and socked feet underneath her. She pauses as she notices something in the front pocket of her pajama top. Reaching for it, she produces a key. She holds it up in front of her face, considering it, confused as anyone. Then shrugging, she puts it back in her pocket, takes the stack of essays on her table, and begins again to grade them.

"That's fine," Summer tells her. "We'll just have to rape ya again the next time we see ya."

"I look forward to it," she says, not taking her eyes from the paper that her eyes are quickly and mechanically scanning.

"Maybe sometime soon you can show us those secluded places on campus you mentioned," you add.

"Mm hmm." She makes a mark in red ink on the paper, and moves to the next in the pile.

Not much of one for pillow talk, Talia. You and Summer glance at each other and shrug. You leave her apartment together.

*(scene to follow)
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>>4844535
Here we goooooo
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Out front, you tell Summer that it won't be too far to walk back to your place. But she has a different idea: "why walk when we can ride?" She says. "BRB is only a few blocks away, too. And Mel should be done with that weirdo she's dating, so maybe she could swing by and take us." Summer blinks, confused, then adds for clarity: "Mel, that is. Not the weirdo."

"Well..." you murmur. "It's just that I'd feel kind of weird asking her to take us to dinner but not inviting her in."

Summer grins. "Invite her in, then, Wes. Fuck. Do I need to teach you how to treat all your girlfriends?" She gets on her phone, and Amelia answers after just a moment. Summer immediately lays the sweetness on thick: "Mel, honey. Could you swing by Talia's place and pick us up? ... Yeah, she was a real butthole about it. Wouldn't take us home. ... Uh huh. That's what I said! Uh huh. Yeah, totally. ... Okay, yeah, sure. There'll be a free dinner in it for yoooou~ ... Hee hee. See ya."

"Did you just invite someone into my house without my permission?" You grouse.

Summer tugs on her lower eyelid and sticks her tongue out at you.
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When you climb into Amelia's car, another minor humiliation: it's Summer who calls shotgun, racing to the passenger side door and playfully flipping you off when you make a disgruntled noise at her.

Amelia is the kind who keeps her hands at 10 and 2 even when her car's in park. Her first concern is strictly about safety: "buckle up, you two." Then it's about sexual impropriety: "you stink. You really did have sex with Talia, then, didn't you."

"What are you, a bloodhound?" Summer says. "Yeesh."

Amelia, clucking in disapproval, pulls out of the parking lot. She doesn't realize how much she relies on her drive assist. She would reverse straight into the bumper of the car behind her if the assist didn't forcibly stop her car in time. Then when she shifts into drive, she floors it. The only reason she doesn't hit 70 MPH before making it to the end of the parking lot is because the assist throttles her accelerator. She has the pedal to the metal, literally, but the car chugs and jerks as, instead of speeding, it slows, from over 35 to 15 in the space of about 3 seconds. The motor makes a high-pitched whine as it fights against Amelia's driving.

You and Summer jostle all about, bracing yourselves on the sidewall and feeling sudden onset carsickness, but Amelia doesn't even notice. This is just normal to her. It's the same way out on the road: Amelia dodges multiple fender-benders and sideswipes only because her car intervenes on her behalf. She avoids blasting through red lights and stop signs only because her car stops itself at these junctures. You can't believe this woman fails to notice these glaring issues with her own driving, but she doesn't comment on them at all, and carries on talking to you like she isn't actively trying to kill you all in a fiery wreck.
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>>4844557
oh god oh fuck
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>>4844557
Amelia is the kind of person who powergames in Car Lesbians, I see
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"So it's like I thought," Amelia says, trying and failing to merge into a lane currently occupied by a Mercedes-Benz. The driver of the other car blares his horn. Amelia either doesn't notice or doesn't care. "Talia is trans, right?"

"Stunning deduction," you say, fighting back the urge to vomit all over Amelia's backseat. "What business of it is y-- ugh--" you grunt in surprise as Amelia clocks a hairpin turn and nearly rams you all into oncoming traffic.

"Perhaps if you don't want me to know about Talia, you two shouldn't get into my car smelling like her penis."

"Are you jealous?" Summer says.

"...Only a little," Amelia admits.

Summer giggles -- and then hiccups in fright as the car suddenly accelerates to prevent Amelia from braking in the middle of the road for no fucking reason. Composing herself, Summer says: "you shouldn't be jealous of Wes, at least. She got with you too, didn't she?"

Amelia blushes. "Well... yes..." She looks at Summer. "I would have asked you first, but it just sort of... happened. You don't mind, right?"

"Mind? Pff. The only thing I mind is that Wes still hasn't shown me the video."

Amelia takes her hands fully off the steering wheel -- which, on balance, is probably a good thing -- and says, with a suddenly more sensuous voice, "Summer... you're quite the naughty girl, you know that? I never even suspected. Maybe Wes is a bad influence."

"Oh, she definitely is," Summer agrees.

"I'm right here," you say.

"I'll have to punish her for corrupting you," Amelia tells Summer with a low "hmm" of laughter.

"Guys!" You say. "You can't blame this shit on me--"

"I'll help," Summer says. She pounds a fist in her pal. "I need to revenge my purity!"

"Avenge," you correct, but neither of them are listening.

"In any case -- if you want the video, I have it. Here..." Amelia fishes her phone from her purse and texts Summer the goods.

As Summer waits for the brief few moments it takes the video to finish sending, she says, "don't feel threatened by Talia. Wes and me like to fool around, sure. But I'm pretty sure we still love vagi--" Summer trails off as the video begins to play. You can't see the screen, but you do hear Amber's voice unmistakably from the phone speakers: "You seeing this shit, Summer? Mel's gonna knock your girlfriend up."

Summer watches in mute shock for the rest of the trip. But it's clear she approves. Her breathing gets heavy and she rubs her tanned thighs sensually together. When Amelia, grinning like a naughty cat, occasionally pets Summer's leg while she watches, Summer doesn't tell her to back off.
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"So it's like I thought," Amelia says, trying and failing to merge into a lane currently occupied by a Mercedes-Benz. The driver of the other car blares his horn. Amelia either doesn't notice or doesn't care. "Talia is trans, right?"

"Stunning deduction," you say, fighting back the urge to vomit all over Amelia's backseat. "What business of it is y-- ugh--" you grunt in surprise as Amelia clocks a hairpin turn and nearly rams you all into oncoming traffic.

"Perhaps if you don't want me to know about Talia, you two shouldn't get into my car smelling like her penis."

"Are you jealous?" Summer says.

"...Only a little," Amelia admits.

Summer giggles -- and then hiccups in fright as the car suddenly accelerates to prevent Amelia from braking in the middle of the road for no fucking reason. Composing herself, Summer says: "you shouldn't be jealous of Wes, at least. She got with you too, didn't she?"

Amelia blushes. "Well... yes..." She looks at Summer. "I would have asked you first, but it just sort of... happened. You don't mind, right?"

"Mind? Pff. The only thing I mind is that Wes still hasn't shown me the video."

Amelia takes her hands fully off the steering wheel -- which, on balance, is probably a good thing -- and says, with a suddenly more sensuous voice, "Summer... you're quite the naughty girl, you know that? I never even suspected. Maybe Wes is a bad influence."

"Oh, she definitely is," Summer agrees.

"I'm right here," you say.

"I'll have to punish her for corrupting you," Amelia tells Summer with a low "hmm" of laughter.

"Guys!" You say. "You can't blame this shit on me--"

"I'll help," Summer says. She pounds a fist in her palm. "I need to revenge my purity!"

"Avenge," you correct, but neither of them are listening.

"In any case -- if you want the video, I have it. Here..." Amelia fishes her phone from her purse and texts Summer the goods.

As Summer waits for the brief few moments it takes the video to finish sending, she says, "don't feel threatened by Talia. Wes and me like to fool around, sure. But I'm pretty sure we still love vagi--" Summer trails off as the video begins to play. You can't see the screen, but you do hear Amber's voice unmistakably from the phone speakers: "You seeing this shit, Summer? Mel's gonna knock your girlfriend up."

Summer watches in mute shock for the rest of the trip. But it's clear she approves. Her breathing gets heavy and she rubs her tanned thighs sensually together. When Amelia, grinning like a naughty cat, occasionally pets Summer's leg while she watches, Summer doesn't tell her to back off.
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K-Mom greets you at the front door. She's wearing a scowl.

"Took longer at the bookstore than we expected..." you explain -- a little white lie.

"Took pretty long at Talia Berenstoin's apartment, too," K-Mom says. You gulp. "The tracker put you there for about 2 hours."

"Tracker?" You sputter.

K-Mom holds up her cell phone. "A little trick your aunt showed me. Don't think we haven't been keeping a close eye on you since the incident."

Goddamn you, Aunt Cerise, you think. A phone tracking app definitely has her name written all over it.

K-Mom peers over your shoulder. "Who's this slut?"

"Kay, this is Mel," Summer says. "She's my manager at Shake 'em Up. You don't mind if she comes inside, right?"

K-Mom straightens her glasses, folds her arms, and blows a bang from her face. "I guess I'm feeding the whole neighborhood now, huh."

"It's no problem, Mrs. Keki," Amelia tells her. "I only gave the girls a ride when they asked. I don't expect you to feed me too. I should be going anyway--"

"Kay, where are your manners?" N-Mom says, sidling up. "This woman is one of Wes's friends. And it's not like we don't have the food to spare. You always make way too much..." She holds out a forearm to bump: "It's a pleasure, Amelia. You can step in for a few minutes and have a plate if you like. We're having tacos!"

"The pleasure is all mine," Amelia says, grinning, and returning the arm bump. "I love tacos."

K-Mom rolls her eyes.
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>>4844575
>Goddamn you, Aunt Cerise, you think. A phone tracking app definitely has her name written all over it.
Oh Wes, you have no idea
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>>4844575
Noelle and Kay's increasing exasperation at their daughter's harem antics has been one of the funniest running gags of this season so far.
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>>4844592
It's really just Kay, Noelle is busy trying to get in the harem herself
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>>4844557
God, this is a very real possibility with future drivers, isn't it?
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>>4844592
Kay just doesn't want to get involved because it would be NBR Incest, which we all know is a shit-tier fetish.
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>>4844607
When self driving gets to that point they will just completely remove the steering wheel, pedals and reinforce the windows; entirely for safety reasons of course.
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K-Mom's tacos are her specialty, as cliche as that sounds. She makes it all herself, nothing from a kit: deep fries the tortillas, grills up the meat -- pulled pork and brisket -- mixes in a self-selected blend of fresh spices from the farmer's market (she refuses to reveal the secret ingredients, even to Dad, who pesters her endlessly), makes the pico herself too, and grinds up the guacamole right there at the table with a mortar and pestle the way a restaurant would. She begrudgingly allows you and N-Mom to top the tacos with grated cheese and lettuce, but sour cream is verboten.

"We're so happy you could make it tonight," K-Mom tells Summer, grunting and really putting her shoulder into the guac grinding. "Noelle and I were thrilled when Wes finally came out of the closet."

N-Mom makes a face. "Well... sexuality is a complex thing. Ahem. Anyway. We really are glad that you and Wes get along so well. You're very cute, Summer -- uh, together. You two are cute together."

"Uh huh!" Summer chirps, serving herself a plate without asking. "You're cute, too, Noelley." N-Mom blinks rapidly as meanwhile Summer pulls some meat off the still-steaming skillet using tongs and layers it in a monstrous heap into a taco shell. The bottom cracks. She doesn't care.

As K-Mom finishes with the guacamole and sets the stone bowl at the center of the table, Amelia golf claps. "This is just like being at a real taqueria."

"A real taqueria wouldn't give it away for free," K-Mom says. She glances at Summer, who's busy putting a second and a third taco together, bending halfway over the table to reach the things she wants. "Sure, help yourself..."

The rest of you dig in too. K-Mom perches her chin on the backs of her palms and tells Summer: "So. I take it you're doing quite well in athletics."

"Yep!" Summer says, and pumps her fist. "Go Shoebills!"

"Go Shoebills," K-Mom replies with a mutedly enthusiastic fist pump of her own.

"Shoebills!" N-Mom shouts, a little too loudly, punching the air like she's shadowboxing. Summer and K-Mom both give her a strange look. She cringes and glances away.

"You'll have to pardon my wife," K-Mom says. "But we do like having you here. You're welcome anytime."

"Thanks so much, Mrs. Keki!" Summer says. She scans her eyes across the table. "Hey, do you have any sour cream?"

"Get out of my house," K-Mom says.

"I..."

K-Mom stares at her severely.

"Jesus, Kay," N-Mom says. "Yes, we have sour cream. In the fridge. Feel free to go get it."

"You're really going to let her disrespect this meal like-- hey--" K-Mom reaches out as if to grab her as Summer circles the dining table on the way to kitchen, but the girl far too quick. "Goddamn it." Leaning back so far in her chair that the front legs leave the ground, she calls into the kitchen: "You're going to ruin the food like that! Hey, just so you know, I'm not afraid to beat you!"

Amelia titters. N-Mom arches her eyebrows. "Oh, get your head out of the gutter," K-Mom tells her wife.
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>>4844621
Creaming Summer's taco..............
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"What a cute dog," Amelia says. She scruffs Guy behind the ears, bending in her seat to reach her.

"Yappy piece of shit," K-Mom mutters.

Amelia gives her an uncertain look.

"She's just tsundere," you explain.

Amelia gives you an even more uncertain look.

"Wes, what have I told you about doing that?" N-Mom says. "Does she look like she knows the first thing about anime? Don't make me get Aunt Cerise over here again for a circle of shame." (A jolt of fear phases through your very soul.)

"I like anime," Amelia insists. "Is Tsundere a character or something?"

N-Mom narrows her eyes and sighs at her. Some things are worse than letting your power level slip. "Tsundere is -- never mind... I don't suppose you're keeping up with the current season, are you?"

Amelia shakes her head no. "You and Wes will have to pass me some recommendations!"

"Whatever you do, don't watch Renren-sama," N-Mom tells her, heading you off at the pass. "It's garbage. But what shows do you like?"

"Oh, it's been years, but..." Amelia puts a finger to her chin. "I liked Madoka, Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, JoJo," (N-Mom's face lights up with every successive title), "Um, Part-Time Orc Hunter, Toyo in America, Umi Da Tongoku..." (N-Mom's frown grows deeper with every successive title), "Oh! And Haurhi."

"You should catch up on Haruhi," you tell her. "Third season's starting next summer."

"Hm?" Summer says, glancing at you from over a massive bite of taco.

"Not you," you tell her. She goes back to focusing on the food.

"Did you ever see Yuru Camp?" N-Mom asks.

"No. Is it any good?"

"Oh, it's great. But I'm surprised you haven't seen it already."

"Why?"

N-Mom thinks about that for a few moments. "I don't know," she finally admits.

Amelia tears up a piece of brisket and slyly lets her hands drift down to the floor. Guy eats from Amelia's palm and then licks it clean. Amelia, forefinger to her lips, winks at Guy as if to say -- it'll be our little secret. Guy definitely knew who to cozy up to tonight. By K-Mom's decree, none of you feed Guy table scraps at dinner. It makes her gassy.
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"What a cute dog," Amelia says. She scruffs Guy behind the ears, bending in her seat to reach her.

"Yappy piece of shit," K-Mom mutters.

Amelia gives her an uncertain look.

"She's just tsundere," you explain.

Amelia gives you an even more uncertain look.

"Wes, what have I told you about doing that?" N-Mom says. "Does she look like she knows the first thing about anime? Don't make me get Aunt Cerise over here again for a circle of shame." (A jolt of fear phases through your very soul.)

"I like anime," Amelia insists. "Is Tsundere a character or something?"

N-Mom narrows her eyes and sighs at her. Some things are worse than letting your power level slip. "Tsundere is -- never mind... I don't suppose you're keeping up with the current season, are you?"

Amelia shakes her head no. "You and Wes will have to pass me some recommendations!"

"Whatever you do, don't watch Renren-sama," N-Mom tells her, heading you off at the pass. "It's garbage. But what shows do you like?"

"Oh, it's been years, but..." Amelia puts a finger to her chin. "I liked Madoka, Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, JoJo," (N-Mom's face lights up with every successive title), "Um, Part-Time Orc Hunter, Toyo in America, Umi Da Tengoku..." (N-Mom's frown grows deeper with every successive title), "Oh! And Haurhi."

"You should catch up on Haruhi," you tell her. "Third season's starting next summer."

"Hm?" Summer says, glancing at you from over a massive bite of taco.

"Not you," you tell her. She goes back to focusing on the food.

"Did you ever see Yuru Camp?" N-Mom asks.

"No. Is it any good?"

"Oh, it's great. But I'm surprised you haven't seen it already."

"Why?"

N-Mom thinks about that for a few moments. "I don't know," she finally admits.

Amelia tears up a piece of brisket and slyly lets her hands drift down to the floor. Guy eats from Amelia's palm and then licks it clean. Amelia, forefinger to her lips, winks at Guy as if to say -- it'll be our little secret. Guy definitely knew who to cozy up to tonight. By K-Mom's decree, none of you feed Guy table scraps at dinner. It makes her gassy.
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>>4844621
>"Shoebills!" N-Mom shouts, a little too loudly, punching the air like she's shadowboxing. Summer and K-Mom both give her a strange look. She cringes and glances away.
I love this dork

>>4844679
>"Oh, it's great. But I'm surprised you haven't seen it already."
>"Why?"
>N-Mom thinks about that for a few moments. "I don't know," she finally admits.
h e h
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>>4844679
>"You should catch up on Haruhi," you tell her. "Third season's starting next summer."
This is funny on like four different levels.
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>>4844679
>third season's starting next Summer
haha, as if.
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>>4844679
>N-Mom's face lights up with every successive title
i thought Noelle was supposed to have decent taste?
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>>4844688
I'll fight you, m8.
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>>4844689
bring it on dweeb
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>>4844693
After I get home from work.
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>>4844038
Don't worry about it OP. You can't please everyone. It'd be nice to have some guys but it's better to please the majority than worry about me lad.
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>>4844693
After I get home from work.
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As the small talk winds its way through the difficulties of work in a diner, the Shoebills' upcoming games against rival schools, what it's like being a "super FBI agent" (as Summer puts it), and whether K-Mom will divulge her secret recipe to the girl who's dating her daughter (no, she won't) -- Amelia surreptitiously slips a foot out of her shoe and extends her leg until she's resting her sole on the seat of your chair. It was a mistake sitting directly across from her, clearly.

"Really?" Amelia is saying, swatting at the air, laughing. "You must meet a lot of diplomats and dignitaries."

"Too many," K-Mom says. "You get to thinking the world is nothing but diplomats and dignitaries. But you don't get the real scoop from folks like that. The whistleblowers are the consulate workers, disillusioned intelligence agents, you know. By the time you're a diplomat, you're too invested in the system to buck it..."

Amelia is wearing stockings, and her gently wiggling toes, through the fabric, are rough against your skin. Especially your skin there, past your skirt. That collateral she took from you at BRB is coming back to haunt you. Amelia winks at you across the table as K-Mom prattles on. "Tell me more," she prompts your mother.

You pinch your thighs together, but that just traps her foot there. You stare madly at your plate.

"Well, you get to go to places that you've never even heard of, which is a perk. I mean, try finding Palau on a map. Bet you can't." K-Mom is always so proud when she gets going about her line of work. She doesn't notice you writhing in your seat beside her.

On your other side, Summer belches. "Scuse me," she giggles. She does that armpit-flashing back stretch she's spent so long perfecting. N-Mom doesn't even pretend not to be staring. "Say, I never did get that tour of the house Wes promised me. And I got pretty overheated moving books for Talia. Would you guys mind showing me to the nearest shower?" She slides her chair back, standing.

(Smooth, Summer. Real fucking smooth.)

With both hands, you try to grab Amelia's ankle and push her foot away, but Amelia is stronger.

N-Mom gives K-Mom a half-petrified, anxious look.

K-Mom rolls her eyes. "Just remember what you owe me," she says.

N-Mom jumps to her feet. "Shower?" She puts a hand on Summer's back and leads her away. "Uh, I'll t-take you. No problem... no, no problemo... uh."

Summer laughs. "How about you, babe? Wanna join in?" She asks. Not you, but K-Mom. It's a nakedly brazen proposition that pretty much shatters the pretext that this is strictly a house tour.

You go rigid as Amelia's big toe does something new. K-Mom gives you a suspicious glance. "Maybe in a bit," she tells Summer. "I need to see Mel out."

"Well, okay, Kay-Kay," Summer says. Her smile collapses. "Wait. No."

"C'mon," N-Mom says, lightly tugging on her wrist, impatient.

Summer kisses you. "Back soon..."

[ ] Spy on N-Mom and Summer
[ ] Stay out here with K-Mom and Amelia.
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>>4844720
>[ ] Spy on N-Mom and Summer
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>>4844720
How fucking DARE you make me choose between these options
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>>4844720
This is also a top-two choice, right?
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>>4844720
>[ ] Stay out here with K-Mom and Amelia.

But I really want a tie.
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>>4844720

Oh god, oh man
Oh god, oh man

>[ ] Spy on N-Mom and Summer
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>>4844720
gonna tentatively vote for
>[x] Stay out here with K-Mom and Amelia.
in the hopes of making a tie happen.
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>>4844720
Jesus CHRIST I hope we tie this up somehow.

>[x] Stay out here with K-mom and Amelia
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>>4844736
>[X] Go spy on Noelley-elly and Summer
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>>4844739
Sorry, *Noelley-elly and Plumpy Plum
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>>4844720
>[ ] Stay out here with K-Mom and Amelia.
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>>4844739
>>4844743
I vote for Noelley-belly.
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>>4844720
>[ ] Stay out here with K-Mom and Amelia.
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>>4844733
>>4844745
I rescind my vote! No vote!
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>>4844720
>[X] Spy on N-Mom and Summer
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This has been the most rigged election in the history of elections, maybe ever. Many smart people are telling me this.

Please wait warmly.
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>>4844763
I love democracy
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>>4844763
The procedural filifuckster is the #1 contributor to the death of /qst/ democracy.

Fuckibuster?
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This voting was like a senate scene from HBO's Rome
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>>4844768
I love the Republic!
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>>4844763
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>>4844679
>Part-Time Orc Hunter
Near as I can tell, this is NOT a real Anime. And it's a terrible shame, because I'd watch that.
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Getting mighty toasty in here.
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>>4844881
I'm almost done! I must warn you though, that this is quite possibly one of the most dangerous lewds in FQ history. Let's say if the normal lewd is a nuclear test in bikini atoll, this is more like Chernobyl.
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>>4844902
[sweating profusely]
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>>4844902
Excited for Episode 422 when we get the Tsar Bomba of lewds
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>>4844902
oh god oh fuck oh shit
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>>4844902
What does your lewdometer read?
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>>4844902
>[X] FEAR
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>>4844924
3.6 handholds. But that's as high as it goes.
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>>4844928
3.6 hand holds. not bad not terrible.
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>>4844720
>On your other side, Summer belches. "Scuse me," she giggles. She does that armpit-flashing back stretch she's spent so long perfecting. N-Mom doesn't even pretend not to be staring. "Say, I never did get that tour of the house Wes promised me. And I got pretty overheated moving books for Talia. Would you guys mind showing me to the nearest shower?" She slides her chair back, standing.
"What's up with this woman!
Her armpits are on full display!"
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>>4844902
Dangerous can have so many meanings...
As I'm excited to find out.
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https://www.op-studios.net/fq-lewd-wes9
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>>4844986
>Talia lewd
Might wanna check that again, OP
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>>4844986
OP ya dun goofed it
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>>4844987
>>4844988
My shitty webhost goofed it. Anyway, it's fixed now.
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>>4844986
>[ ] Spy on N-Mom and Summer
>[ ] Stay out here with K-Mom and Amelia.
>[x] RIGGED VOTE

lmao
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One more scenario to vote on, which I'll write and tomorrow to cap the interlewd off.

[ ] Summer decided to bring the cheer team to cheer for the PAP Cross-Players E-sports match against North High. But you think she has ulterior motives involving Lily.
[ ] You and Amber spend a lazy Saturday at home, getting Summer better acquainted with Amelia.
[ ] Amber divulges some of her more unsavory fantasies to you.
[ ] You can't let Summer just flagrantly screw your mom without responding! Time to make a visit to casa Denali.
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>>4844995
>[x] You and Amber spend a lazy Saturday at home, getting Summer better acquainted with Amelia.
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>>4844995
>>4844996

Oh, I'll add a sub-vote for this scenario where you can choose to have Summer involved or keep it as an intimate threeway with Wes, Amber, and Mel. I don't want Summer to get a S1 Whitney rep, so the choice is yours.
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>>4844995
>[X] You and Amber spend a lazy Saturday at home, getting Summer better acquainted with Amelia.
+Summer
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>>4844986
God fucking DAMN, was that worth the wait

>>4844995
>[x] You can't let Summer just flagrantly screw your mom without responding! Time to make a visit to casa Denali.
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>>4844995
>>4844996
OP, if you didn't want Whitney 2, then you shouldn't have written Whitney 2!

Post-nut hit, gonna change my vote anyway

>[x] Amber divulges some of her more unsavory fantasies to you.
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>>4844986
hell yeah, motherfucker
>>4844995
>[X] Summer decided to bring the cheer team to cheer for the PAP Cross-Players E-sports match against North High. But you think she has ulterior motives involving Lily.
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>>4844995
>[X] You and Amber spend a lazy Saturday at home, getting Summer better acquainted with Amelia.
>[X] Amber divulges some of her more unsavory fantasies to you.
I'm more than OK with both but can't chose... The mystery fantasy box could be anything!
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>>4845018
Even another box!
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>>4844995
>[ ] You can't let Summer just flagrantly screw your mom without responding! Time to make a visit to casa Denali.
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>>4844986
Proof democracy works. I regret nothing.

>>4844995
>[ ] Summer decided to bring the cheer team to cheer for the PAP Cross-Players E-sports match against North High. But you think she has ulterior motives involving Lily.

Moar tasty brown girls please.
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>>4844995
>[ ] Amber divulges some of her more unsavory fantasies to you.
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>>4844986
This depravity is something I'll save for later but good fucking job OP, whew.
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>>4844995
>[ ] Amber divulges some of her more unsavory fantasies to you.
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>>4844995
>[X] You can't let Summer just flagrantly screw your mom without responding! Time to make a visit to casa Denali

letsfuckingoooooo
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>[X] You can't let Summer just flagrantly screw your mom without responding! Time to make a visit to casa Denali
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>>4844995
>[ ] You and Amber spend a lazy Saturday at home, getting Summer better acquainted with Amelia.
Summer still has to give it a try after all
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>>4844995
>[x] Amber divulges some of her more unsavory fantasies to you
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>>4844995
>[X] Summer decided to bring the cheer team to cheer for the PAP Cross-Players E-sports match against North High. But you think she has ulterior motives involving Lily.
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>>4844995
>Amber divulges some of her more unsavory fantasies to you.
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>>4844995
>[ ] Summer decided to bring the cheer team to cheer for the PAP Cross-Players E-sports match against North High. But you think she has ulterior motives involving Lily
Let's get this bread.
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>>4844995
>[x] Summer decided to bring the cheer team to cheer for the PAP Cross-Players E-sports match against North High. But you think she has ulterior motives involving Lily.
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>>4844995
>[x] You can't let Summer just flagrantly screw your mom without responding! Time to make a visit to casa Denali.
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>[x] Amber divulges some of her more unsavory fantasies to you

Looks like this one wins! I'll be typing it up, so please wait warmly.
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>>4846536
So close yet so far away from the 3 way tie
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>>4846536
nicenicenice
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So lads, guess on what constituted "unsavory" to a couple of degens like /ourgirls/?
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>>4846792
cuddling
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https://www.op-studios.net/fq-lewd-wes10
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>>4846848
Let's gooo
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>>4846848
oh yeah oh yeah
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You stand in the downstairs bathroom with your ear pressed against the door, waiting to hear footsteps down the hall. Your plan, hatched with Amber's ample help, is to step out just as either N-Mom or K-Mom are passing by. But both your mothers must be preoccupied, because the minutes drag on without any sound approaching from either direction. The steam in the bathroom dissipates, and you, still dripping from the shower, are getting shivery. After about half an hour, you finally decide to warm up with a second shower. You're just turning the faucet on when at last you hear someone coming. So you shut the faucet off and nearly trip over the ridge of the bathtub as you clamber out, stumbling and thudding. You race into the hall.

In all your hurry, you don't notice how close N-Mom is. You nearly bump into each other. N-Mom startles, skids to a halt, and says: "Hey! Where's the fire?"

All of your rehearsed seductions dissolve into a staticky mess within your mind. You fake a laugh and stammer, "u-um, I-- was trying to -- ...." you trail off. Silence envelops the hall as you just stand there awkwardly in front of your mother, half-wrapped in a towel, teeth chattering.

"Are you okay?" N-Mom asks. "Your breathing is a little..."

"I should go get dressed!" you say, all at once. Then, with less finesse than a charging rhinoceros, you purposely drop your towel to the ground, baring your body. You're flushed red all over with embarrassment already.

"--Wes?"

"Oop-- oops," you mutter. "I... dropped -- uh... I dropped it..." You turn a full 180 degrees, even though you don't need to, and bend sharply at the waist to pick the towel up. "B-b-better grab that." You wag your butt from side to side in a way you imagine is enticing, and don't straighten your posture even though your towel is clearly in your grasp again.

N-Mom rolls her eyes. "Aren't you getting laid enough?" She says, stepping past. "Call your girlfriend if you need some," she adds, disappearing down the hall. "Weirdo."

"H-huh?" you feign, but N-Mom is already heading upstairs. You watch the empty hallway for a minute or two. Then you ball the towel up and hold it to your face to muffle your scream.

That night in bed the memory of this encounter keeps you company for hours. Your own embarrassment makes you hot. Your mind is filled with unchaste images: N-Mom pushing you onto your back on the mattress -- "You really aren't getting laid enough... let me take care of that." And so forth.

You struck out today, but maybe not the next time.

END OF INTERLEWD 1.
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>>4846848
I can't believe Alabaster's only gotten gayer in his old age.

>>4846866
God dammit Wes.

Good stuff, OP!
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>>4846848
In retrospect, this fantasy of Amber's should have been obvious.

>>4846866
Oh my GOD Wes. This is the kind of shit that haunts you until the day you die.

Good fuckin stuff, OP. My dumb ass didn't even notice that this was an Interlewd until just now.
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>>4846873
>didn't realize it was an interlewd
Neither did I, hilariously, although it certainly explains the lack of plot
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Just a heads up: I'll be taking next week off. However, there will be some FQ-related stuff on my docket this week including finally getting the S1 lewds on the website, updating it with the new content, and a couple bonus scenes.

FQ will resume with the next episode June 12th.
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>>4846876
Duly noted! Enjoy the break
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>>4846876
Thanks for the hard work, OP-sama! Enjoy your break!
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>>4846866
Dangerous levels of cringe
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>>4846876
Thanks OP--looking forward to it!
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>>4846876
>updating it with the new content

Oh man, if we see some new faces in the chart, I'm going to get very excited
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>>4846542
Pure tragedy. I wanted to see Wes be the creamy center of a Summer/Lily oreo.

>>4846866
>>4846975
Dangerous? This is a cosmic horror of cringe. It should be classed as an SCP capable of driving mad all who behold it.
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>>4846848
I missed Amber's sexual obsession with Alabaster, god damn.
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With this interlewd, WBA surpasses 100k words.
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Sparsely populated episode by design - one of the lowest number of character appearances in series history. (The lowest is the first interlewd ever about Cerise and Alabaster's family movie night, which only had four characters appear.)

CURRENT PROMINENCE BY MENTION:
Summer: 781
Amber: 525
Amelia: 417
Talia: 334
Kay: 312
Noelle: 289
Lily: 220
Olivia: 138
Winter: 86
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>>4848937
>>4848946
Yummy stats.

Begs the question: now that WBA is its own official series with both "Full Length" episodes and interlewds, does that mean it'll get an OVA and an Omake afterwards as well? And then its own spinoff series to top it off?
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>>4849193
6 seasons and a movie baybee.
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>>4850929
I'll hold you to it
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>>4846876
hey op, while youre updating the site, could you fix the image of WBA on the lewds page having a bad link? (the headline works fine)
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>no WBA this week
What do, lads?
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Fixed! If y'all notice any other issues with the site, please let me know right away and I'll get them taken care of.
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>>4854274
Oh yeah, I noticed that there weren't enough Amelia x Talia lewds on the site OP, any fix for that soon?
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I am happy to announce that all season 1 lewds are uploaded to the website as separate pages now. The download links have also been updated.

https://www.op-studios.net/fq-s1lewds

https://www.op-studios.net/fq-downloads
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>>4856572
Eternally based as always, OP-sama. Thank you for your hard work!
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>>4856572
Nice and good and nice
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OP just added Winter's info to THE CHART
We're in for foot licking
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>>4857891
>Favourite US president
>Chuck Grassley
>Current president pro tempore of the US Senate
>Age 87

Holy shit OP, what the hell happens in the next few years in this timeline?
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>Favourite ancient meme
>Grimes attempting to assassinate the president
Uhhh

>Favourite conspiracy theory
>Mitch McConnell knew about the bombs under congress
UHHH
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>>4857943
>>4857957
What's the matter, Anonymous-dono? Isn't the future looking bright?
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>>4857943
>>4857957
>Favorite type of execution
>poena cuelli

Huh I wonder what that is

> Poena cullei (from Latin 'penalty of the sack')[1] under Roman law was a type of death penalty imposed on a subject who had been found guilty of parricide.

>parricide: the killing of a parent or other near relative.

Uhhhh
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>>4857957
River states are always on the edge of relevancy with OP Studios.
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>>4857957
>>4860085
https://twitter.com/CeriseSoliloquy
>Please tune in to episode 5 of Wesley's Bizarre Adventure, "Ass Class"
>"Ass Class"

U H H H
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I am digging this quest but is there anywhere I could find the beginning of fuck quest threads WITH images? All I could find was season 1 in op page with no images saved in the archive
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>>4864622

Here you go, anon. Another kind person has archived all the old threads as .html files. I, being a lazy piece of shit, have yet to upload them to my site, but you can find the files on DropBox.

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/oot9uspsv4oy2ke/AACK_3nudDw5iioLuITbZwAWa?dl=0

Reminder that season 1 is unfinished and takes place in a different timeline. It's a different and much more madcap quest than the subsequent seasons. You can skip it if you like, although it has its own charm.
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>>4864625
Thanks!
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>>4864625
That's super cool, was asked by a friend to introduce them to FQ so this will work nice for that~
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>>4865151
>was asked by a friend to introduce him to FQ

How do conversations like that even play out?
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>>4865459
We're good friends and talk about lots of things, including way lewder stuff than FQ. Just another recommend really haha.
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>>4865459
Like the nail house roommate situation between Kay and Noelle
>>4865523
>haha... unless...
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>>4866566
>>haha... unless...
Oh you don't know the half of it.
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Tonight's the night!
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>>4867318