>>34815507
>> Fine, get your own breakfast
>Rookie daydreaming about a little shota brother
I see we're off to a good start

>>34815507
> Fine, get your own breakfast

>>34815507
> Fine, get your own breakfast
> With blackjack and hookers

>>34815507
>> Fine, get your own breakfast

>>34815600
Hey, don't talk about Rachel and Daisy like that, it's rude.

>>34815507
>Fine, get your own breakfast
Rookie has weird fantasies.

>>34815680
They like it anon!

>>34815507
>older brother.
> tiny little boy
Rookie pls

Explain yourself

Think the tankers got Rose drunk as a welcoming party?

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> Fine, get your own breakfast

You grumble, quietly shifting out of bed, and standing up. You stretch your arms out, yawning squeakily. Johannes sits down, the bed shaking a bit from his weight as he starts spooning up some soup and then blowing it cool. “Now, Maxy. It’s chicken.”

Commander Bucholz barely has her eyes open, her usually well-groomed hair frayed and messy. “Eh… Hannes-“ Johannes stuffs her mouth with the spoon, waking her up just a smidge.

Hmph. Now you really wish you had a brother.

> “R-Rookie! I brought the dress you requested!”
> “Hm… I like it! Would you mind wearing it for me?”
> “B-B-but, I’m a boy, sister!”
> “Ohohoho~! I hadn’t noticed! Put it on!”

Wait. No. STOP CALLING YOURSELF ROOKIE, DAMN IT LIEUTENANTS THEY GOT YOU DOING IT NOW

“I will go secure my own breakfast,” you say as you adjust your tie and your blouse to acceptable levels. “Good morning to you, Johannes, and Commander.”

“Good, good,” says Johannes. “Wear something nice today, General Blackstone is visiting.” Soup flies out of the Commander’s nose. She immediately buckles in surprise, then begins coughing. “Maxy! What the hell!?”

“General Blackstone is visiting!?” she yells. “Wh- Why did you not inform me!?”

Johannes stares at her, unamused. “I did. Three days ago. I also informed the day after, and the day after, along with leaving a few notes in your planning book as well.”

“… WHY DID YOU NOT INFORM ME MORE!?” she screams. She tugs on her hair, her bloodshot eyes searching the room. “Agh! This is terrible! I have to-“

Johannes shuts her up with another spoonful of soup. “Quiet you.”

The Commander swallows. “B-Bu-“

“No buts,” says Johannes. “Eat your breakfast.” He looks over at you. “Go get breakfast, and make yourself presentable, yes?”

You nod, “Good day.” With that, you leave the room.

> Go get yourself breakfast
> Go take a shower
> Write in

>>34815928
>> Go take a shower
Rookie pls
No bully imaginary family

>>34815928
>Go get yourself breakfast
Rookie has the best fantasies.

>>34815928
> Go take a shower
> Further explore your twisted imagination

>>34815928
>> Go get yourself breakfast
>> Write in
>Ask Rosemary to return our dress blacks.

>>34815928
> Go take a shower
Get clean.

>>34815928
>Commander Bucholz barely has her eyes open, her usually well-groomed hair frayed and messy. “Eh… Hannes-“ Johannes stuffs her mouth with the spoon, waking her up just a smidge.
Bucholz a cute

>>34815984
She just wants to bully someone for a change.

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> Go take a shower

…

…

You shiver heavily under the shower. Damn it. The other witches must have taken all the hot water! Taking a shower on an airbase in the Winter is not fun, not fun at all! The shower room itself is empty, most of the mechanics and staff having already taken their time in it.

Ah, there, now it’s getting a bit warmer. Eh… you take your hair and start lathering it with some of the shampoo. You hum to yourself, shutting your eyes as you rub your locks down.

Then you feel a pair of hands on your back. Ooohhhhh… yes. You smile, blushing a bit. Now that feels good-

Wait. You turn around to see Daphne, stark naked, hair wet, and smiling. “Oh, hello, Darling! Just came to take a shower and found myself bumping into you, eh?”

You smile. “Thank you, Daphne. Continue washing my back?” She nods, then continues pressing her hands upon your back. Aaaahhhn… that feels heavenly. “Ooooh… Daphne, have you considered becoming a masseuse?”

“I have,” says Daphne. “Maybe after the war. Though I must admit, I’m more of a barber kind of person.”

You nod. “Ah, I can understand that.” Hm, this part of your back feels done.

> “Higher, please.”
> “You know, General Blackstone is visiting today.”
> “Little lower, please.”
> Write in

>>34816367
> “Little lower, please.”

>>34816367
>> “Higher, please.”
>> “You know, General Blackstone is visiting today.”
This thread is just getting started and it's already getting dangerously lewd

>>34816367
> “Higher, please.”
Yeee

>>34816367
>> “Little lower, please.”

>>34816367
>“Little lower, please.”
Daphne must appreciate our other assets.

>>34816367
> “Little lower, please.”
Well if you insist...

>>34816426
>getting dangerously lewd

It's Friday that's why.

>>34816589
I'm just waiting for Bucholz to walk in and seeing Rookie's butt cheating on her.

> “Little lower, please.”

You smirk a little. “A little lower please if you would, Daphne.” Daphne slinks her hands lower, around your waist. “Lower.” She slowly brings them down right around your hips, as if hesitating. “… lower~…”

She grips your cheeks gently. Ah, there we go. “Um, Darling, did you-“

“Yes, please wash them.” She might as well. Daphne begins washing and lathering your rear in soap and water. “Oh, Daphne, did you hear that General Blackstone is visiting today?”

“Ah, yes I did.” Daphne taps her chin. “You know, I believe he is only coming for a general inspection of the Commanders, but I suppose it would not hurt to dress one’s self up for his arrival I suppose.”

“Indeed!” Daphne appears finished with your rear, and thus defaults to helping washing your hair. “Figure you will dress up, Daphne?”

“Of course, of course, eh.” Daphne snaps her fingers. “Ah yes, Darling, I was supposed to tell you something.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“Your friend Rosemary came by our barracks, borrowed your lucky trousers.”

… WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION!? WHAT? HOW DID SHE EVEN-

> Rush out of the shower, THOSE TROUSERS ARE YOURS
> “Oh, deplorable.”
> Get dressed THEN RUSH OUT OF THE SHOWER
> Write in

>>34816814
> Write in
"Be a dear and fetch Burnie for me will you"

>>34816814
> Rush out of the shower, THOSE TROUSERS ARE YOURS

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>>34816814
>> “Oh, deplorable.”
We can stay a little longer
This is become extremely lewd extremely quickly

>>34816814
>> “Oh, deplorable.”

and>>34816864

>>34816814
>> Rush out of the shower, THOSE TROUSERS ARE YOURS
Rosemary we trusted you!

>>34816814
>Rush out of the shower, THOSE TROUSERS ARE YOURS
Who gave her permission?

>>34816864
>>34816814

I vote for this as well.

>>34816814
>> Rush out of the shower, THOSE TROUSERS ARE YOURS
time for jeep jocky to get a eyefull

>>34816814
>Get dressed THEN RUSH OUT OF THE SHOWER

>>34816864
Trusting pyromaniacs with clothing is always the best idea. Supporting.

>>34816960
But those are our best trousers, we can't lose those

>>34816864
>>34816814
Can't resist chesty flame girl...

> Write in

Well. Hm. “Um, Daphne, I can finish here. Would you be a dear and ask Burnie for me, would you?”

Daphne tilts her head. “Why?”

“Oh… I’ll elaborate later,” you say. “Now go on, go on.” With that, Daphne heads out of the shower. You were half tempted to rush out into the biting cold in nothing but a towel to get Rosemary. But thank goodness your conscience stopped you.

Hehehehe, Rosemary, prepare to learn the consequences of disrespecting others property!

…

…

You cry. “H-How!?” Tears flow as you hold the charred remains of your trousers in the palm of your hand.

You sit on your bed in the barracks. Vera sleeps in her own bed, not even awoken to your sobbing as Rosemary and Burnie stand in front of you. Daphne comforts you, holding you in her arms.

Burnie scratches the back of her head, grinning wryly. “Well, I oughta say, Rosemary wouldn’t give ‘em up and well…” She gestures lazily. “Things happened.”

Rosemary nods. “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d actually turn the Flamethrower on me.”

“I turn the flamethrower on erryone!” says Burnie. “The fire rises as they say, hehehe…”

> “You two owe me a new pair of trousers!”
> Whatever, go get yourself ready for General Blackstone’s visit
> “I’m telling Commander Bucholz!”
> Write in

>>34817184
>> “You two owe me a new pair of trousers!”
I demand a shopping trip

>Muh black lace side-tie
I worked hard for those

>>34817184
>“You two owe me a new pair of trousers!”
"Skimpier ones!"

>>34817184
>> “You two owe me a new pair of trousers!”

HAHA TIME FOR TROUSERHOSE

>>34817252
>TROUSERHOSE
An acceptable replacement

>>34817184
>“You two owe me a new pair of trousers!”
I salute you, lucky dress blacks.

>>34817238
>"Skimpier ones!"
I think you mean "More mature ones!"

>>34817184
>> “I’m telling Commander Bucholz!”

>>34817318
>I think you mean "More mature ones!"
That I did indeed.

>>34817184
> “I’m telling Commander Bucholz!”
Yesss

>>34817345
>>34817352
Once a snitch...

> “You two owe me a new pair of trousers!”

You push the two of them out of the barracks. “Oh, you two owe me a new pair of trousers, you little peasants!”

Rosemary frowns. “I’m sorry, Rooks.”

“Next time, if you want something ask!” you say. You slam the door in their face then stomp over to the footlocker. The nerve! Oh well, you can’t stay mad at Rosemary long. And you certainly won’t stay mad at Burnie for fear of that flamethrower throwing flames on you and the rest of your trouser collection.

Daphne tilts her head, concerned. “What now?”

“Well…” You sigh as you open up your footlocker. At least the socks have remained relatively untouched. “It is the winter, so I need a certain element of style. That means…” You pull up a pair of white thigh-highs, or a trouserhose. Hm.

> Thigh-highs
> Trouserhose
> Miniskirt
> Go bare
> Write in

>>34817529
>Thigh-highs

>>34817529
>> Trouserhose
Yes please

>>34817529
>> Go bare

>>34817529
> Go bare
I'm sorry.

>>34817529
>Go bare
It's commando time.

>>34817529
> Trouserhose
Unf

>>34817529
>> Trouserhose

>>34817529
> Trouserhose

>>34817529
> Thigh-highs

>>34817529

> Thigh-highs

I wonder if we could get somma dat zettai ryouki, I think you call it?

>>34817529
> Thigh-highs
WITH Mini skirt.

>>34817810
>I wonder if we could get somma dat zettai ryouki, I think you call it?

That implies a skirt comes with them, I thought it was we go bottomless with thigh highs.

>>34817529
>Thigh-highs

>>34817529
> No clothing at all.

> Thigh-highs

Hm. You kind of feel for the trouserhose, but at the same time, the thigh-highs call to you. Oh well. You slip your legs delicately into the long white socks, then find a replacement set of trousers for yourself until you can find yourself a new pair.

Daphne says, “You look lovely, darling!”

“Hmph!” You turn your nose up, smiling. “As expected.” Wait. “Where are the rest of the Witches? Are they not aware of General Blackstone’s arrival?”

She nods. “Oh, they are. They just don’t care.”

…

Hm. Maybe you should correct that.

> Rachel and Daisy ought to be in the Striker Hangar
> Carla and Karen should be working in the Kitchen
> Wake Vera and get her dressed
> Eh, whatever, they can look dirty for all you care
> Write in

>>34817994
> Wake Vera and get her dressed

>>34817994
>Wake Vera and get her dressed
How hard can it be?

>>34817994
>> Wake Vera and get her dressed
We can always dress her up ourselves if she won't wake up

>>34817994
>Hm. You kind of feel for the trouserhose, but at the same time, the thigh-highs call to you. Oh well. You slip your legs delicately into the long white socks, then find a replacement set of trousers for yourself until you can find yourself a new pair.

inb4 random gust of wind during inspection

>> Eh, whatever, they can look dirty for all you care

>>34817994
>> Wake Vera and get her dressed
Vera a cutie.

>>34817994
> Forget Waking Vera and get her dressed

I bet she wouldn't even notice.

>>34817994
>Wake Vera and get her dressed

> Wake Vera and get her dressed

You poke Vera on the cheek as she sleeps. “Hey, Vera.” You and Daphne stand over her. “Hey, Vera, wake up! We have to get ready for General Blackstone’s visit!”

“Gggh… zacroy svoy peesavati rot, suka…” She buries her head under her pillow, trying to go back to sleep. You two blink, not understanding what that means. “That means go away.”

“Come on, darling,” says Daphne. She throws the blanket off of her. Vera sleeps in nothing more than a pair of white trousers and… well that’s it really. Vera shivers, curling upwards in order to get warm.

You grab her uniform from her footlocker and place it down next to her.

“I said go away, I am sleeping you pizda. Go away!” She tries to scoot away, her face still bured under that pillow.

> “Fine, get dressed yourself.”
> Pull the little hick out of bed and dress her
> Write in

>>34818459
>> Pull the little hick out of bed and dress her
Fine Stay asleep, but you're still getting dressed

>>34818459
>> “Fine, get dressed yourself.”

>>34818459
>Pull the little hick out of bed and dress her

>>34818459
>> Pull the little hick out of bed and dress her
If she wants Rook to feel her up, then that's fine.

>>34818459
> Pull the little hick out of bed and dress her
Is this the part where we pull some Weekend at Bernie's shit with a tiny unconscious Russian?

>>34818459
> Pull the little hick out of bed and dress her
Geez

>>34818459
> “Fine, get dressed yourself.”
Hmph!

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>>34818459

The GENERAL is coming, you stupid Prussian bitch.

Oh sorry, its Orussia, not Prussia, right?

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>black side-ties are now ash

I'll *sniff* pour one tonight in their honor.

>SWGQ
>ooooor
>sleep before international-flight-jetlag-interview combo
SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK

>>34818732
Nice outfit.

>>34818818
Reference: http://www.aopa.org/News-and-Video/All-News/2014/September/08/Texas-turnaround

>Nicolas Ivanoff of France won the sixth stage of the Red Bull Air Race World Championship at the Texas Motor Speedway

> Pull the little hick out of bed and dress her

You and Daphne grab her arms and pull her out. “Aaaaaahhhh… blyat!” Vera yells as you drag her onto the ground. She lays limp, keeping her eyes shut. “You cannot make me!”

You answer her by throwing her shirt on. Daphne carefully forces her arms into the sleeves, and then you work on getting her trouserhose on as well. Daphne meanwhile gets her jacket on as well as her hat. She takes a quick whiff of Vera’s hair, only to find it at least not as good as yours.

“This sucks… why do I have to get dressed?” says Vera.

“Because you represent the 509th Joint Fighter Wing! Do you know what it would be like to get a real place to sleep? You know the 501st and their huge mansion on their own private island! And then there’s the 504th in Romagna, and the 506th in the North!” You sigh. You’d love your own mansion. Complete with Maids!

> “Ooooh, Vera! Ohohoho~, I love your little maid uniform, you are so delectable!”
> “Yob tva’yoo mat’.”
> “Ooooh, Vera! There are some feet here that need massaging!”

Now THAT is a fantasy.

Vera sighs, sitting in her uniform, her peaked cap for her dress uniform lazily beginning to slip off of her head. Daphne quickly corrects that. “Anyway, what now…” you say.

> Go find Rachel and Daisy
> Go find Carla and Karen
> Write in

>>34818943
Huh.

>>34818979
>> Go find Carla and Karen
Jeez, Rook, you have a lot of fantasies of your imaginary brother and Vera as your maid servants. You're super lewd.

>>34818979
>> Go find Carla and Karen
Rookie is being super lewd today

>>34818979
>go find Jeep Jockey

"You're driving the General in? If you're not, arrange for this to happen; knock out the General's driver if you have to, just - listen - BUY US TIME, GODDAMMIT!"

We're going to need every second.

>>34818979
>> Go find Rachel and Daisy

>>34819023
>Rookie is being super lewd today

Must be the hangover. Also we should eat so our blood sugar doesn't crash during inspection.

>>34818979
> Go find Carla and Karen

>>34818979
>Go find Carla and Karen
Get the easier stuff out of the way faster. Also, I love Rookie's imagination, and want to live there.

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>>34819096
Wait. What if this is a sign of corruption from Best Girl? ... I'd be down for it.

>>34819155
Worth it.

>>34819155
>Nemesis/Neuroi Nora/Neuroi Girl/X-11 has shapeshifting capabilities. They're not perfect, skin cannot be replicated, but shape can be.
>Imagine it, Burnie's breasts, Bucholz's legs, Rookie's ass, etc.

Best Girl can mimic many of the best parts of other best girls. I find this concept intriguing. Imagine the lewd potential.

>>34818979
>fantasized about shota brother
>forcing shota to crossdress
>made Daphne grope her ass
>dressing up a sleeping Vera
>imagining Vera as a meido
Rookie is going to rape someone today if she keeps this up

> Go find Carla and Karen

…

…

“What? Get dressed?” Carla and Karen address you from across the counter in the Mess Hall. Airmen, soldiers, and mechanics of all types have their lunch, shoot the breeze, and lounge around, creating a huge cacophony of talk that bangs around in your ears. Carla tips her peaked cap up, quirking her brow. “Eh… I dunno. We are kind of busy here, yeah?”

Karen nods, adjusting her glasses. “That is right. We have been helping to serve food for the pilots. It is the lunch hour now, Rookienee-san.”

“Besides,” says Carla as she throws off her apron. “I’m already in a clean uniform!”

Her Venezian army uniform is a complete mess. It’s a wonder that leather jacket of hers still holds together.

Daphne says, “But Carla, don’t you want to make a good impression on General Blackstone?”

Carla shrugs. “Well, Karen can go get dressed. I have to stay here and…” You all turn your heads to Johannes walking in, with a pair of other Fallschirmjaeger soldiers behind them. They talk amicably. “Hello, Prince Charming!”

Karen blushes, grinning. “Ah, Johannesnii-sama is so huge!”

“Yeah, thanks for the obvious,” says Carla.

> “You know, Johannes likes girls with a clean uniform.”
> “Maybe I can take over your shift while you go get dressed?”
> “Fine, be that way.”
> Write in

>>34819417
Bucholz awakened Rook's inner pervert.

>>34819417
She started the day by imagining the Commander nude and pressed up against her. It is just a very lewd day in Rookie's head.

>>34819449
>> “You know, Johannes likes girls with a clean uniform.”

>>34819449
>> “You know, Johannes likes girls with a clean uniform.”

>>34819449
> “Maybe I can take over your shift while you go get dressed?”

>>34819449
>> “You know, Johannes likes girls with a clean uniform.”

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>>34819387
>>34819417

Well, Schteel, if you sought to make a proper Strike Witches quest that was faithful to the original anime... you have succeeded.

>>34819449
> “You know, Johannes likes girls with a clean uniform.”

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>>34819466
Rookie needs to grope Neuroi Girl sometime today.

>>34819449
> “You know, Johannes likes girls with a clean uniform.”
Come on you sluts

>>34819535
... Oh god... My new Waifu.

> “You know, Johannes likes girls with a clean uniform.”

Ohoho… You lean forward onto the counter. “You know, Carla. Word on the street is that Johannes likes a girl in uniform.” Carla and Karen look at you, expectantly. You simply check your nails lazily, play it smooth. “That is, a girl in a clean uniform.”

Carla rolls her eyes. “Oh, fine.” She throws down her apron and yells at the back, “Me and Karen are taking a break!”

Carla and Karen quickly climb over the counter. “Right…” She checks her watch. “Next wave of soldiers oughta come in about five minutes. Do you think you can cover for me?”

You quirk your brow. “What’s it take?”

“All you do is serve the food. That’s not hard, just repetitive,” says Carla. “Anyway, me and Karen have a giant Karlslander to seduce so if you’ll excuse us.” They quickly slide away, and immediately find themselves sitting on either side of Johannes.

“- and I was saying that-“ Johannes looks to his sides and immediately jumps. “AH! Carla, Karen! What the-“

Carla leans in, grinning with half-lidded eyes at him. “Hey, Johannes. You ever see me with my shirt off?” She pumps her breasts a bit. “Cuz it’s awesome.”

Johannes blinks. “Um. Nein, no.”

“Well…” Carla giggles a bit. “Hehehe, turns out me and Karen need some help changing into some fresh uniforms… how about it?”

Johannes looks over at one of his Fallschirmjaeger brothers. “Kerner. You do it.”

Kerner grins, standing up. “GLADLY!”

“NO!” screams Carla and Karen.

Well, that just about leaves you to do Kitchen duty.

… Unless.

> Have Daphne and Vera do it
> Eh, do it.
> Get the Jeep Jockey, he never does anything useful anyway
> Write in

>>34819971
>> Get the Jeep Jockey, he never does anything useful anyway
He also needs to take us shopping later too

>>34819971
> Eh, do it.
How hard could it be?

>>34819971
>Eh, do it.
but also
> Get the Jeep Jockey, he never does anything useful anyway

>>34819971
>> Eh, do it.
Don't trust Jeep Jockey. He'll mess it somehow.

>>34819971
>> Eh, do it.
>> Write in
>Pocket some Bleu de Gex.

>>34819971
>> Eh, do it.
Though we'll have to change again and take another bath. Working the line at the chow hall is hot business.

> Eh, do it.

As much as you want to get food for yourself and have the Jeep Jockey serve you, Carla did ask for you to take over. You might as well.

Thusly, you, Daphne, and Vera take up aprons, ladles, and pots, and get ready to serve. “Daphne, you ever serve food before?” You might as well ask considering you’ve never done it yourself. You always had food served to you after all!

Daphne shakes her head, “No, Darling. What about you Vera?”

Vera shrugs. “Once in soup kitchen back home, I volunteered at Army Kitchen.” She sighs. “So, not really.”

“Hmph.” You scratch your chin. “Well, how hard can it be?”

Major Stewart and company burst through the doors. “Rev up those fryers young ladies, ‘cuz we’re sure hungry for some piping hot meals!” They all agree, saying “Yes” and “Yeah” and what not as they pour in.

By the hundreds.

Oh boy.

…

…

You shakily pour the last of the soup in for the last airman. Daphne and Vera sit up against the wall next to each other, completely tuckered out. “There you go, sir,” you say. He smiles, nodding as he walks off to eat with his crew.

Ugh… where’s Carla? CARLA!

“Hey there, Rooks.” Oh no. The Jeep Jockey comes up to the counter, with an empty plate. Of all the people you had to serve, he got the most food on his plate. That was a nightmare. “Mind if I get seconds?”

> No. Go away.
> Fine.
> Have mercy.
> Write in

>>34820495
>> Fine.
Ask him when he has free time, we need to go shopping soon

>>34820495
>> No. Go away.
> "You dare take away rations from other starving soldiers? For shame, Jeep Jockey. For shame."

>>34820495

> Fine.

It pays to be in good with the help.

>>34820495
> Have mercy.

>>34820495
>Fine

>>34820495
>> Fine.
We need to butter him up for the shopping trip.

oh god I'm a college-age male and I'm excited about imaginary pantsu shopping

>>34820749
Just let it all in

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>>34820749
I know that feeling, anon.

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>>34820791
>Not posting superior M16 "Meat Chopper"

> Fine.

You roll your eyes. “Fine, fine…” You quickly pour him two bowls of soup and place two slices of bread and biscuits onto his platter. “There, are you happy?”

He smirks. “I dunno, maybe I’d fancy a slice of cake and some-“

“Do not push your luck, Jeep Jockey.”

He chuckles a bit, grinning with that stupid little gap in between his two front teeth. “Ah, well thanks.” You glare at him. “Ah, come on, Rooks. Guy’s gotta eat to get huge.”

“You’re barely bigger than I am. What makes you think you can get as big as Johannes just by eating?”

He shrugs. “Nobody said I was trying to get as big as him. I mean, I might get big as him, just sideways speaking.” You giggle a bit. Okay, that was pretty funny. “Ah! You laughed there!” He grins. “Tell you what though, I hear General Blackstone is going to arrive in a couple of hours to get the skinny from the Officers.”

You nod, untying your apron. “Yes, yes, I’ve heard.”

“I also heard Burnie roasted your favorite trousers.” You’re quiet at that. “Okay, you’re sore, I know. Tell ya what, I hear there’s a nice tailor or something about half an hour’s drive away. If you want something neat, I can drive y’all down there.”

> “No thanks.”
> “Sure, I’ll assemble the squadron.”
> “Alright, you and me then.”
> Write in

>>34820967
>> “Alright, you and me then.”
And Daphne too since she's right here

>>34820967
>> “Sure, I’ll assemble the squadron.”

YUS

>>34820967
> “Sure, I’ll assemble the squadron.”
Transform and roll out

>>34820967
>“Alright, you and me then.”
And Daphne and Vera too.

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>>34820935
>It's like an M16, but with 20mms

>>34820967
> “Alright, you and me then.”
And Daphne.

>>34820967
>> “Sure, I’ll assemble the squadron.”

>>34820967
> “Alright, you and me then.”

>>34820967

> “Sure, I’ll assemble the squadron.”

And it was at that moment, that Jeep Jockey realized the true terror he had unleashed upon his foreseeable free time.

>>34820967
>“Sure, I’ll assemble the squadron.”
Good chance to get them all dressed up.

>>34821412
Get them all nice dress blacks so they stop stealing Rook's.

How daring were undies in the 40s?

>>34821461
These aren't panties or undies, they're trousers it's different

>>34821485
Those, then. How daring were they?

> “Sure, I’ll assemble the squadron.”

You smile. “Well, thank you then, Jeep Jockey. I’ll bring the Wing along if that’s no trouble?”

“Nope!” He quickly slurps up one of the bowls of soup. “I’ll go get the Jeep warmed up.” He quickly slurps down another bowl, then takes the bread and biscuit with him as he runs out of the Mess Hall.

You quickly wake up Daphne and Vera. “Wake up you two.” Daphne blinks, rubbing her eyes, while Vera simply lies back, not having any fun at all. “We’re going trouser shopping!” Daphne’s eyes light up, and she immediately stands and squeals in happiness.

Vera sighs. “But I already have trousers.”

Daphne frowns at Vera. “You’ve used the same trousers for a month now.”

“Yeah, because they haven’t fallen apart yet,” says Vera. She quickly slaps the band for emphasis.

You sigh. “I’ll also get the rest of the Wing on this. Would you mind getting Rachel and Daisy?” They salute, then quickly walk out of the Mess Hall.

…

…

Commander Bucholz is not too happy. “I am not too happy. A last minute visit to the tailor, Pilot Officer? Are you sure this is a good idea?”

You smile at the Commander as the both of you walk to the Hangar. “Come on, Commander, it will be fun!”

With that, you arrive at the hangar. The entire Wing is assembled and ready.

> Sit up with the Commander
> Sit in the back with Daphne and Vera
> Sit in the Trailer with the Rest
> Write in

>>34821526
>>> Sit in the back with Daphne and Vera

>>34821526
>> Sit in the back with Daphne and Vera
Witches on both Rookie's arms

>>34821526
>> Sit in the back with Daphne and Vera

>>34821526
>Sit in the back with Daphne and Vera

>>34821485
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

>>34821526
>> Sit up with the Commander
Pissing against the breeze. Can we at least sit behind her, and remind her the importance of having our best buns forward for the General, especially since Vera's is almost falling apart and ours was just incinerated because we didn't want to run around naked?

>>34821526
> Sit up with the Commander

> Sit in the back with Daphne and Vera

“Hey, hey!” The Jeep Jockey shouts. “Don’t go spittin’ in my vehicle, ya hear?” Rachel spits into the trailer as she and Daisy mount up. “Ah, come on! Lieutenant!”

“Sorry!” says Rachel as they start cozying up in the Jeep Trailer. Carla and Karen place themselves in as well. You mount up in between Daphne and Vera. The Commander sits up at the front passenger seat.

The Commander asks the Jeep Jockey, “You know the way?”

“Of course, Commander,” says he. He shifts the Jeep into 1st. “Hell, the girl manning the counter is pretty cute if I do say so myself, hehehe!” His chuckle fades into a more nervous sigh as he realizes the Commander is not amused. “Ehehe… he…”

The Jeep begins its drive out of the base. “Hey, Commander!” Rachel yells over the wind noise. “I gots a suggestion for you!”

“Oh?” says the Commander. “And what would that be?”

“I say we turn the Jeep into a guncar! Get some MG-131s in, some Brownings and Vickers, like they do the SAS.”

The Jeep Jockey shouts, “Hey, thjs baby ain’t a gun motor carriage, deary! It’s a Jeep, it’s got limits!”

> “We should totally do it.”
> “Nah, Jeep Jockey’s right, this is our only Jeep.”
> Write in

>>34821526
>> Sit up with the Commander

>>34821993
>> “We should totally do it.”
WAAAAAAAAAAAGH.

>>34821993
>“Nah, Jeep Jockey’s right, this is our only Jeep.”

>>34821993
>> “Nah, Jeep Jockey’s right, this is our only Jeep.”

>>34821993
>> “Nah, Jeep Jockey’s right, this is our only Jeep.”

>>34821993
> “Nah, Jeep Jockey’s right, this is our only Jeep.”
>"Besides, that's what halftracks are for."

>>34821993
>“Nah, Jeep Jockey’s right, this is our only Jeep.”

>>34821993
> “We should totally do it.”

>>34821993
>> “Nah, Jeep Jockey’s right, this is our only Jeep.”
> Snuggle the Vera and the Daphne. To keep warm.

>>34821993

> “Nah, Jeep Jockey’s right, this is our only Jeep.”

Let's trust in the opinion of the only person here to regularly drive the car.

> “Nah, Jeep Jockey’s right, this is our only Jeep.”

You say, “Actually, I think the Jeep Jockey is right. This is our only Jeep. Modifying them might be a bit… bad?”

Rachel huffs, crossing her arms. “Hmph. Buzzkill.”

“Well thank you very much, Rooks!” The Jeep Jockey slaps the wheel, grinning. “This thing’s my baby, I can’t just throw her at Roy like it’s some War Dog!”

The Commander nods. “Very good. Then we won’t modify the Jeep for now.” Rachel and Daisy groan a bit at that, frustrated at the lack of future armaments for the Jeep. “Unless in emergency. Who knows if the Neuroi come back.”

Hm, you do realize that the Neuroi have been quiet lately. Especially with…

Nemesis. Hm.

You arrive at the tailor, in a little Gallian hamlet being buried under the snow. The Jeep Jockey pulls up outside of it, then you all dismount and step into the warm little building. The girl, wearing a little shirtdress at the counter smiles. “Bonjour! How can we help you?”

The Jeep Jockey grins, leaning on the counter. “Yeah, you certainly can help me, dollface. How about you and I get some measuring done.”

The girl smiles. “No.”

“Damn.”

The Girl smiles at you all. “If you all are looking for custom wardrobes, you may find them here!”

> Get replacement trousers (Black side-tie panties)
> Get new trousers (Specify)
> Get some more clothing (Specify)
> Write in

>>34822551
>> Get replacement trousers (Black side-tie panties)
> Ask the Commander for help in choosing more trousers: Rookie could use some hands-on fitting.

>>34822551
> Get replacement trousers (Black side-tie panties)
> Get new trousers
Let's get something white and frilly to go with our thigh highs, maybe with garters
> Get some more clothing (Specify)
A good set of trouserhose, a dress a short one we can wear with our Strikers if we need to, some skirts too

>>34822551
Obviously >>34822651 knows where it's at.

>>34822551
>> Get new trousers (Specify)

White with blue stripes.

>>34822551
>> Get replacement trousers (Black side-tie panties)
>> Get some more clothing (Specify)
Miniskirts, trouserhose, maybe a nice scarf. Get fashion advice from the others though.

>>34822686
>replacement trousers
>trouserhose
>dress
>skirts
Sounds good

Does Rookie even have enough money for this?

>>34822850
Back pay's been accumulating.

>>34822844
A scarf is nice, it is getting colder too

> Get out! Buy some of those trousers! Buy ALL OF THESE TROUSERS!

You say, “I’ll have a nice scarf, perhaps in Gallian stripes with red, white, and blue. Um, black side-ties as well, some trouserhose, a few pleated miniskirts perhaps, a new set of trousers, one wthite with some frills, another white with blue stripes, and a nice short dress as well, perhaps light blue, military style like Perrine Clostermann?”

The girl writes all that down. “Alright. That will be 500 Francs!”

… Ah. Well-

The Commander says, “On me. I will pay for it.” You look at her, surprised. She shrugs. “It is the least I can do.” You smile. She’s paying for your clothes! YES!

With that, everyone begins ordering their own custom clothing. The Jeep Jockey simply defaults to trying to chat up the Girl at the counter, but who simply smiles and stares off into the distance.

> Return to the base
> Try on some trousers
> Talk to Someone (Specify)
> Write in

>>34823065
>Write in
>Wing(wo)man for Jeep Jockey
can't keep ALL the women for ourselves.

>>34823065
> Try on some trousers
Of course

>>34823065
>> Try on some trousers
Ask for people's opinions

>>34823065
> Thank the Commander... then ask her if she could watch you try on the trousers.

>>34823192
Seconding this.

>>34823065
>>> Try on some trousers
Modeling!

> Try on some trousers

Hm. You slap the band on these frilly white trousers. These feel extremely comfortable! Feels like your rear is sitting on a cloud even! At the same time though, those white striped trousers were a little tight, but hey, maybe the Commander will appreciate that. Ohoho…

You slip those off, then quickly tie on the new black side-ties on. These feel incredible! You’d like to make these your new dress blacks.

The Commander swings the curtain open, surprising you. “Ah, Commander!”

“Hello, Pilot,” says the Commander. She smiles. “Enjoying yourself?” You nod violently, grinning. “Very good, very good.” She lifts her skirt up, revealing her own white trousers underneath trouserhose. “What do you think, do they look good?”

> YES, SO MUCH YES
> “They look fine!”
> “Well…” (Specify new look)
> Write in

>>34823523
> YES, SO MUCH YES
> "Well, perhaps they could be a little less. Just less."

>>34823523
>> YES, SO MUCH YES
Anything that accentuates her legs are great

>>34823523
>> YES, SO MUCH YES
>> "Well, perhaps they could be a little less. Just less."
Lewd Rook is off the hook today.

>>34823523
>“They look fine!”

Hmmm, nothing that looks like a tiny triangle held by string?

>>34823523
>“Well…” (You'd look better without anything)

>>34823523
>> “Well…” ("I never heard of a C-string Commander, is it a foreign invention?")

>>34823734
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YL1zc3B759w

> YES, SO MUCH YES
> “Well…”

“Eeeee~!” You wiggle your wrists, giddy as a child. “They look so cute, Commander!” She blushes a little, glancing away. You scratch your chin. “Maybe… they could be less, just a little less.” You gently reach your hands out, just a little less, less…

Commander Bucholz checks the time. “Oh! We have to get back, General Blackstone will be arriving soon!”

DAMN IT

You grab your bags and start leaving with the other Witches. They all chat and discuss their finds. Carla herself has gotten a new bra, padded, just a bit. You can probably guess why. Karen herself imitates the purchase, seeing as how she imitates a lot of what she does. Rachel and Daisy meanwhile have bought themselves some Liberion flag trousers. Daphne meanwhile purchases a new set of trousers for herself and Vera.

The Jeep Jockey meanwhile… “And that’s how I drove my girls to safety here. Wounded in the process, won a Purple Heart. Weren’t nothing honest.” The Girl leans on her arm, her smile dropping into a very bored expression.

> “Come on, let’s go Jeep Jockey.”
> Be his wingman
> Write in

>>34824020
>> Be his wingman
Throw him a boner.

>>34824020
>Be his wingman

>>34824020
>> Be his wingman
>Offer bucket of chicken.

>>34824020
>> Be his wingman
JJ is a cool dude

>>34824020
>Be his wingman
JJ has earned a little help.

>>34824020
> Be his wingman
JJ's done us a few solids, may as well return the favour.

>>34824020
>Be his wingman
Use the term "masculine virility" to seal the deal.

[Spoiler]Nancy is my waifu.[/spoiler]

>>34824364
No need to hide your good taste, Anon

> Be his Wingman

You walk up the Jeep Jockey. “Oh, yes. I must say, I owe you my life, Corporal!” Jeep Jockey looks at you surprised. “You know, he is an amazing driver. When you ride with him in his Jeep, it like being in the arms of an angel.”

The girl blinks, surprised. “Really?”

“Yes, yes,” you say. The Jeep Jockey remains quiet, letting things play out. “And if anything, he is quite possibly the best driver in the US Army Air Force. In fact, I’d say his talents are wasted in the USAAF, he more belongs in the Special Forces like the Rangers or the Joint Commandos, his bravery knows no bounds.”

The Jeep Jockey nods. “Yeah, I mean- Reason they didn’t let go Infantry was because of my height you know. And my weight. And-“ You place your hand over his mouth.

“And still he enlisted despite how sickly he is!” you say quickly.

“Ah…” The girl smiles. “Well, it was nice to meet you, then Corporal.” She offers her hand. “I am Melanie DuChamps.”

The Jeep Jockey grins, shaking her hand vigorously. “Corporal-“

“Come on!” says Rachel. “We’re gonna be late.” You quickly grab the Jeep Jockey by the collar.

“Hey, wait- I didn’t even give her my name!” yells the Jeep Jockey. You can see Melanie wave goodbye, smiling.

“No one cares,” says Rachel.

[1/2]

Little did the girls know Johannes likes his girls muscly. And flat. And male

>>34824433
Ah, fuck... That should have saged too. Relation to thread and all that.

...seriously, though, why can't girls like that exist.

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>>34824452
[2/2]

…

…

You arrive back at base. The Commander checks her watch. “General Blackstone returns in five minutes. Are you all prepared?” she asks. You all nod. “Very good. Now listen, you must be disciplined, you must be honored in his presence. Lieutenant McCawlay, Lieutenant Walker, do not do anything stupid.”

…

“In his presence!” says the Commander quickly. The Jeep Jockey pulls the Jeep into the Striker Hangar. “Lastly, be humble in his presence, do not be arrogant.”

“He’s visited plenty of times,” says Carla. “What makes this time different?”

“He is inspecting the 509th, he is inspecting all the Officers.” You all dismount and begin walking down the airfield for his arrival. The Jeep Jockey sets the Jeep in park then idles about as you leave. “I expect you all to be on your best behavior. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am!” you all shout.

“Good,” says Commander Bucholz. She adjusts her tie a bit then adjusts her gloves as well. “We will be nothing if not graceful!”

You’re all immediately pelted by a blast of snow. A snowplow apparently did not see you as it rolled past, blowing snow off the snow airfield. You all stand there, wet, shivering, and cold.

…

> “Soldier on!”
> “Maybe we can meet him later.”
> Write in

>>34824484
>> Make sure that at least the Commander is presentable.

>>34824484
>“Soldier on!”

>>34824507
Yeah let's get Commander looking good and everyone else will change while she keeps him busy

>>34824484
>> “Soldier on!”

And>>34824507

>>34824484
>“Soldier on!”

>>34824507
Definitely.

>>34824484
>> “Soldier on!”

Next thread entire squadron catches the cold.

>>34824646
I'm due a rewatching of both seasons, but I don't remember an instance of witches getting sick.

>>34824886
It should happen because it sounds cute, Rookie should get sick at least

> “Soldier on!”

You quickly take off your trenchcoat and place it around the Commander’s shoulders. “Pilot, what are you-“

“You need to look presentable!” you say. “Tut, tut, we are the soldiers, you are the Commander. It would be inexcusable for you.”

She smiles. “Well, I suppose we shoulder on then.” You all continue walking. “Are you not cold at all?”

You smile. “Nope!” You’re freezing. You’re going to turn into a Rooksicle by the end of the day if you’re not going inside. The rest of the Wing grumbles a bit, holding themselves for warmth as you all advance down the airfield.

…

…

The Piper L-4 Cub piloted by Major Meagher makes a very gentle landing on the airfield. With that, General Blackstone hops out, bundled up in a heavy greatcoat and an even heavier scarf and walks up to you all. “Commander Maxine Bucholz.” He blinks a bit, sizing you all up. “You all look like you’ve just been sub-hunting.”

“We had an accident with a snowplow,” says Commander Bucholz. “I suppose we are not in the best position to be in for inspection.”

He quirks his brow. “Ah yes, inspection. Well… listen, come with me, alright?” You all walk behind him. “You see, I don’t really need to make these personal inspections anymore. This ain’t the Civil War after all, and I ain’t no Karlslander. I’m not too big on it. Honestly. You should probably get changed into something better.”

Commander Bucholz nods. “Of course, General.”

“Also, meet me in your Office later,” he says. “In an hour I think. There’s something we need to discuss.”

You all salute. “Sir!”

“Good, good, carry on,” he says.

[1/2]

>>34825035
[2/2]

…

…

You all slip out of your sticky, wet, uniforms and trousers. “Egh…” You dry yourself off with a towel, sitting in only a pair of trousers and nothing else as Daphne carefully styles your hair back into place, also wearing nothing but trousers as well.

Rachel lies back in bed, listening to the radio play. Carla meanwhile dries a naked Karen off with a towel. Daisy simply lies naked in her bed as she writes in her journal, while Vera finally takes a nap.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEEAzyH99lk

Daphne says, “You know, Darling, I hope none of us catch a cold.”

You huff. “Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if Rosemary would’ve learned to respect my property.”

“Yes, yes, deplorable!” she says.

The door flies open, you all shiver and twitch a bit at the biting cold as Johannes walks in, his greatcoat making him seem even larger than he already is. “I just got back from the Tank Witches. They said they had-“ He turns to meet you all, with a parcel for you.

…

“Um.” All the witches grin, blushing a bit as they coo and giggle in fake embarrassment. “I should go.” He quickly starts stalking out for the door.

> “What’s the package?”
> “Alright, bye Johannes.”
> “Wait!”
> Write in

>>34825058
> “What’s the package?”

>>34825058
> “What’s the package?”
Circle him

>>34825058
>> “What’s the package?”

>>34825058
> “What’s the package?”


"If you run now darling they'll just tell the commander what you did."

>>34825058
>> “What’s the package?”
WHAT'S IN THE BOX!

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>>34825095
Poor Johannes is going to get raped. The only ones he can count on are his sister and Rookie.

Unfortunately, they have their own plans for him...

>>34825194
I wanna be between those butts.

However, I think Johannes is strong enough physically to stop himself from being raped.

But maybe not mentally.

Am I the only one really annoyed Johannes has suddenly turned into a harem protagonist?
Give it a fucking rest already.

>>34825257
A little bit, but at the same time he's inoffensive enough that I don't mind too much, and I much prefer him over Graf.

>>34825257
Technically only two or three of the squadron are sexually interested in him. The rest are either dykes or undeclared.

> “What’s the package?”

You smile, walking up to him. “What’s the pack-“ He quickly shoves it into your hands.

“There you go, from Rosemary and company and I should go-“ He quickly turns then walks out the door. But not before slamming his head against the doorframe. “Ack! Himmel…” He quickly shuts the door behind him. All the Witches nearly slam into the door, disappointed that they didn’t catch him.

“Damn,” says Rachel. “We nearly had him.”

Carla crosses her arms. “Hmph, you see this as if it’s a team effort.”

“Hey, he’s big, there’s enough of him to go around!” says Daisy.

Karen sighs, blushing. “Johannesnii-sama…”

You roll your eyes, sitting down by Daphne again as you unwrap your parcel. Sure enough, you open it up to reveal a new set of trousers! Black, plain black in fact. Nothing too fancy about it. You pull the letter from Rosemary out.


Rooks,

Decided to just give you one of my spare set of trousers. Don’t have any money for the tailor and none of the other Witches will give me any of theirs. Burnie was willing to give me her spats but I decided no, I don’t think you would’ve liked those.

So enjoy.

Rosemary Finken

P.S. Wash those regularly.


You sigh, that figures. You sneeze a bit. Oh dear.

> Tuck yourself in for bed, you’ve got an early start tomorrow.
> Have Carla prepare something to eat.
> Talk to one of the Witches (Specify)
> Go to the Commander’s Office
> Write in

>>34825464
Actually, pretty much everyone in the squadron save for Rook, the Commander, and the Best Girl have been drooling over him in some fashion.

>>34825481
> Return the trousers, we'll just have her owe us one.
> Talk to... um.... Rachel and Daisy.

>>34825481
>Tuck yourself in for bed, you’ve got an early start tomorrow.

>>34825481
>> Go to the Commander’s Office

I'm not sure why this option is here but lets do it anyways.

>>34825619
To walk in on the Commander's and the General's "meeting".

>>34825481
>> Tuck yourself in for bed, you’ve got an early start tomorrow.

Slow anon here. What in the world is a trouserhose?

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>>34825481
>> Tuck yourself in for bed, you’ve got an early start tomorrow.

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>>34825785
Pantyhose. But all pantsu are trousers, because it's not lewd.

>>34825789
woah, good job.

>>34825313
Speaking of Graf, she hasn't appeared at all in this session.
Hope Johannes will be nice enough to do the same.

>>34825883
He IS popping up a little too much when not necessary, I will give you that.

>>34820791
Why would you have a gun on the driver's side? Do you expect him to drive and shoot at the same time?

>>34825883
I actually miss Graf, when can she come back.

> Tuck yourself in for bed, you’ve got an early start tomorrow.

You sigh, putting on a blouse and then slipping beneath the covers. “Going to bed, already, Darling?”

You shrug. “We have to be up early tomorrow don’t we? Patrol flights and what not?”

“Ah, yes, of course,” says Daphne. “I will retire for the night as well.” She smiles, twiddling her fingers.

You smile. “Fine, fine. You can share my bed.”

“Gross,” says Rachel as she hugs Daisy from behind on her bed.

Daphne gently slips beneath your covers, resting her head on your pillow, grinning happily. You can’t help but smile at that as well. It’s contagious, the girl has a disposition sunnier than the fields over Gallia. “Anyway, quiet down and hit the lights please.” Carla shuts the lights off in the barracks, leaving candle and lantern light to pierce the darkness.

Thusly, you sneeze again. Oh boy. You rest your head down and settle in for a well-deserved sleep.

…

“Daphne.”

“Hmmm?”

“… d-… did you-…” You blink, turning your head to her. “Did you just lick my hair?”

“… no.”

You stare at her, then glance around. “Um. Okay. Good night, Daphne.” She smiles, shutting her eyes.

You might as well do the same.

>>34825945
No. She's gone for good, let her be.

>>34825930
Boss, dis 'ere 'umie kannot into dakka.

>>34825945
When Johannes finally gets fed up and reveals he has a girlfriend, a wife, or is gay.
So, hopefully soon.

>>34825802
Ahhh I see.

Thanks anon!

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>>34825966
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFndy8TjIsA

That's it for tonight. Strike Witches of Gallia ought to return next week, the exact dates will be decided soon, on Monday at least. Lafayette Girls Academy, for those of you who follow it, will be running tomorrow. Hope to see you all there. Shout out to the lovely drawfag by the way.

Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteel
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See you next time!

Also thinking on trying a flashback episode for a particular Witch. I've been watching a bit of Company of Heroes 2 games lately.

>>34826039
>Company of Heroes 2 games lately.

AVRE witch?

>>34826039
If that particular witch is Pool, I'm all for it.

Good thread, German.

>>34825966
Daphne was just going through withdrawl, Rook. Leave her be.

So did we really put Graf on the bus to appease an angry faggot on the IRC who was shitposting in these threads?

How low will you go, GS?