>>35430778
>> I was only trying to help.

>>35430778
>> Nothing.
I actually kind of disagree with Bucholz here: it was dangerous, but also very necessary.

>>35430778
>> Nothing.
Just be sad

>>35430778
>I was only trying to help.
It wasn't unnecessary.

>>35430778
>Nothing.

>>35430778
>Nothing.

>corporal punishment
Does the unit actually have a Corporal? Does that rank exist in Air Forces?

> Nothing.

You shake your head, frowning as hard as you can at her. Maybe if you look really sad you can send her on the guilt trip to Hell.

She blinks, her glare not moving one bit. “Do not try to guilt trip me. I did that enough to my brother, I know what it is like,” she says. Darn. “Whatever. But know that I disapprove of this grandstanding of yours, Pilot. I cannot have my girls risking their lives so callously, especially yourself. I know there is much potential for you, which is why your punishment…”

She reaches under her desk.

Oh.

OH. Could it be!? The fabled Bordkanone!? Oh, your thighs are clenching in anticipation! No- No, look sad. Look sad.

She pulls out a bottle of wine and a glass. Oh. That’s disappointing.

“… will be relatively light, but if this happens again, rest assured, I will not be so merciful.” She pours herself a glass. “If you’re wondering, no, you can’t have a drink.” Darn. “But anyway, I-“ There’s a knock at the door. Commander Bucholz sighs, then looks up at the door. “Ja?”

“Commander.” It’s the Jeep Jockey behind the door. Typical. “Can I come in?”

“Come in, Corporal.” The Jeep Jockey opens up the door, face red from the cold, even with his heavy scarf and his thick trenchcoat. He pulls off his helmet and puts it underarm, then salutes. “As you were. Is there something you need?”

“Evacuees, ma’am,” he says. “From the neighborhood of Paris, mostly reconstruction workers and the like. General Blackstone wants you to redirect them somewhere safe.”

“Sehr gut. Uh…” She quickly reaches into a drawer then pulls out a paper and a pen. “Corporal.” He walks over, expectantly. “Tell General Blackstone I will quarter them on base for a day- How many are there?”

“Only about fourty, ma’am.”

[1/2]

>>35431384
>“I’m not sad. What are we doing today?”

>>35431360
[2/2]

“Gut, gut… Uh…” She quickly something down on the paper. “Inform him I will direct them to Monaco later this evening. Mediterranean Fleet should be handling efforts to ferry them to Corsica or one of the Romagnan islands.” She quickly folds the paper up then places it in an envelope, then quickly seals it. The Jeep Jockey takes it and salutes. “Pilot, as for you, you will assist the Corporal for today.”

… what.

Jeep Jockey grins. “Well! I reckon-…” He looks over to the Commander, who stares at him with a “take this seriously you little snotbrained hillbilly.” “… she’ll do okay. I won’t have much for her today anyway. The General’s got me in the barrel today anyway.”

“Of course,” she says. “Dismissed.” You stand up, then salute her with the Jeep Jockey.

Great. Jeep Jockey duty.

…

…

“Why the hell do you look so sad?” The Jeep hits another pothole, rattling you both as you run down the freshly plowed airfield. It had seen an attack yesterday, but nothing too serious. However, the aircraft were being moved to safer storage. The Jeep Jockey looks down at you as he drives, a little slower than normal.

> “Shut up and drive.”
> “I’m not sad. What are we doing today?”
> “It’s the Commander.”
> Write in

>>35431422
>> “I’m not sad. What are we doing today?”
Not sad one bit, Rookie didn't get spanked what reason does she have to be sad

>>35431422
>“Shut up and drive.”
Let's get this horrible day in which nooone will get spanked over with.

>>35431360
>OH. Could it be!? The fabled Bordkanone!? Oh, your thighs are clenching in anticipation! No- No, look sad. Look sad.
Why is Rookie such a giant slut?

>>35431422
> “I’m not sad. What are we doing today?”

>>35431485
She's just a bit M.

>>35431422
> “I’m not sad. What are we doing today?”

>>35431649
>just a bit M
>just a bit
>Rookie

U wot m8?

>>35431485
because schteel is unable to write non-sluts

>>35431479
>nooone will get spanked over with.
A tragedy that is

>>35431485
Because of the Neuroi nano machines.

>>35431804
You say that like it's a bad thing.

> “I’m not sad. What are we doing today?”

You huff, blowing smoky frost from your mouth as you power along the airfield. The Jeep’s modifications did not stick, much to the Jeep Jockey’s pleasure. Though there are tell-tale signs that it happened, such as the missing grille, lack of wheel-arches, the works. “I’m not sad, Jeep Jockey. Anyway, what are we doing today? I better not be doing your laundry.”

He laughs a little. “Relax, I’ll go easy on you today, I can tell you’re in the barrel with the Commander and that can’t be fun.” He slows the Jeep down to a stop, letting a crew of airmen tug a B-24 Liberator across the way. “Here’s what you’re going to do. I just need you to help me fix up my Jeep once I deliver this letter to General Blackstone and that’ll be that. All we gotta do is restore this thing to its factory Dee-fault condition, keen?” You nod. “Right on.” He powers the Jeep ahead once it’s clear.

“Why do you care so much about this Jeep anyway?” you ask. “It’s just a car.”

“Yeah, but it’s MY car,” he says. “First car I ever have! Hell, once the war’s done, I’m taking this baby home with me!”

With that, you pull up by the Air Traffic Control tower. “Right, General Blackstone is overseeing things up here for a bit, so I oughta get this thing to him.”

“What about me?” you ask.

“You just sit there and look pretty.” He steps out of the Jeep and adjusts his trenchcoat. “And make sure Rach and Daisy don’t touch her, you hear? I ain’t heard the end of how much they hated me taking all the mods away.” He turns around then walks away, letter in hand.

You sigh, sitting in the passenger seat.

Great.

> Rifle around the Jeep, see if there’s anything to tattle about.
> Rest up a bit.
> Looks like a group of evacuees need directions, perhaps help them out?
> Write in

>>35431921
> Looks like a group of evacuees need directions, perhaps help them out?
Not like Rach and Daisy can show up in the 10 seconds we'll be away

>>35431921
>> Looks like a group of evacuees need directions, perhaps help them out?
And while we're gone Rachel and Daisy take the jeep on a joyride.

>>35431921
> Looks like a group of evacuees need directions, perhaps help them out?

>>35431921
> Rifle around the Jeep, see if there’s anything to tattle about.

Time to be a snitch.

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>>35430778
>not using the portrait displaying her new officer wings
>>35431921
>> Looks like a group of evacuees need directions, perhaps help them out?

>>35432128
Oh hey, neato

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> Looks like a group of evacuees need directions, perhaps help them out?

You sigh, stepping out of the Jeep and walking over to the evacuees. It’s not like anyone’s going to steal a Jeep on base anyway. Unless they’re Irish. You walk on over to them and say, “Pardon. Do you people need help?”

One of them, wearing a heavy greatcoat and around your size with a nice blonde ponytail in a curl like yours turns around. “Ah, yes. We were just wondering-“

…

You blink, tilting your head. “Sis?”

She gasps, smiling. “Sis!”

“AAAAHHH!” You both scream, hugging each other. “Oh my god, it’s been so long! I haven’t seen you in forever, Sister!” You lift her up with your witch strength, surprising her. “Oh dear! Ohoho!” You place her down, smiling at her.

“What are you doing here?” you ask. “You were up in Paris with reconstruction.”

“We were evacuated south when the Neuroi hit,” she says quickly. “Nothing too big but I suppose all the work we were doing is now for naught.” She crosses her arms, sighing. “Deplorable, all of it. I didn’t even get to grab all that blue cheese I had saved up?”

You smile hungrily, oh no… “Was it Bleu de Gex?”

“No it was Bleu du Vercors-Sassenage,” she says quickly. “Just as good though I reckon.”

“Well, the flavor is not as rich,” you complain.

She huffs, rolling your eyes. “Oh, Sister, your taste in cheese always baffles me.”

“Hey!” You look back to see the Jeep Jockey, waving at you as he comes out of the tower. “Rookie, I told you to watch the Jeep, why are you…” He walks up to you and your sister, surprised out of his mind. He narrows his eyes as he points his finger between the two of you. “… am I in hell, or are there two of you?”

> This is my sister.
> Let the Jeep Jockey figure it out. He’ll get it eventually.
> Sister, this is our Jeep driver.
> Write in

>>35432388
>> Sister, this is our Jeep driver.
So they look alike huh?

I really want to introduce her to everyone now

>>35432388
> Sister, this is our Jeep driver.
Let me guess, our sister doesn't have an actual name either.

>>35432388
>This is my sister.

>>35432388
> This is my sister.
> Sister, this is our Jeep driver.

>>35432388
> Yes.
> Sister, this is our Jeep driver.

>>35432388
>Let the Jeep Jockey figure it out. He’ll get it eventually.

>>35432388
>> Sister, this is our Jeep driver.

I hope she has cute twin drills.

> Sister, this is our Jeep driver.

You motion over to the Jeep Jockey. “Sister, this is the 509th JFW’s Jeep Driver and messenger, occasionally. Jeep Jockey, this is my sister.”

The Jeep Jockey crosses his arms, still looking like his the tiny brain in his head has just exploded like a hand grenade. “… so. There are two-“

“No. We just really look alike,” you say. You look over at your Sister. “You normally have the twin swirls, not doing that today?” you ask.

She shrugs. “I decided to take up your look, Sister. I think it’s cute! Though…” She giggles a bit, looking over the Jeep Jockey. “Ehehe~…I can see another cute little thing here as well.” Oh jeez.

The Jeep Jockey blinks. Then he turns around and starts walking away. “Forget it. I’m participlelating in this business.” He throws his hands up, giving up. He walks towards his Jeep, muttering to himself.

You look at your Sister. “Seriously?”

“He’s got that hillbilly charm to him,” she says innocently.

“I wasn’t aware there was such a thing.”

> “You want to come help me with his Jeep?”
> “Well, I should let you go where you’re going.”
> Write in

>>35432388
> Sister, this is our Jeep driver.

Finally made it to one of these.

Thanks for running Schteel.

>>35432388
>> Sister, this is our Jeep driver.

>>35432585
Same here.

>>35432746
> “You want to come help me with his Jeep?”

>>35432746
>> “You want to come help me with his Jeep?”
It's probably okay to come with us

>>35432746
> “You want to come help me with his Jeep?”

Ohohoho! Does she have a crush?

>>35432795
Sounds more like a girl that found a kitten.

>>35432746
> “You want to come help me with his Jeep?”

>>35432746
>“You want to come help me with his Jeep?”
She can bully JJ for our amusement!

>>35432746
> “You want to come help me with his Jeep?”

>>35432746
>> “You want to come help me with his Jeep?”
This is not innuendo, his actual jeep.

>two Rookies
I hear Daphne squealing in delight.

>>35433076
Twice the masochism. They'd probably go after Bucholz to get punished

> “He’s got that hillbilly charm to him,” she says innocently."

I guess it's sister x jeep ship?

>>35433076
YES! We must show Daphne, Rookie's sister.

>>35433159
Careful with the grammar there. Daphne isn't rookie's sister.

>>35433183
Or... Is She?

>>35433183
OR IS SHE?!

>>35433155
Except Rookie's sister isn't iin the armed forces, apparently.

If she really is as M as her sister, though, she'd join on the spot and immediately fuck something up to get punished.

>>35433159
>sister x jeep ship?
No! That one french girl from the clothing store deserves her chance.

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>>35433225
>>35433226
>haircest

>>35433247
>Except Rookie's sister isn't iin the armed forces, apparently
Judging by the specific comment of Rookie using her witch strength, I'd say she's not even a witch.

> “You want to come help me with his Jeep?”

“Would you come and help me, Sister?” you ask. “It’s going to be boring with just me working on his pathetic little car.”

Sister smiles. “Oh, that would be lovely.” She turns to her group. “Would you mind?”

“Go on,” says an old man. “One of our best planners and constructors deserves time with family, yeah?” Sister hugs the man, then quickly joins you in walking to the car. You get into the passenger’s seat while Sister sits in the back.

“Rook, why is your Sister coming with us?” asks the Jeep Jockey as he puts the Jeep into gear.

“Because two is better than one?” you say innocently. In reality, your Sister can be as big a pain you are. Maybe you’ll be able to have some fun with this! Ohoho~… The Jeep Jockey better watch out and he better not cry, and he better not pout because you’re telling him why. You and your sister are coming to town!

He sighs. “Great.”

[1/2]

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>>35433353
[2/2]

…

…

The Jeep has been pulled into a much warmer hangar where all the Striker Units lie. So far, the business is of getting the grille back, getting all the improvised welds off, in general just turning it back into a regular Jeep. “Right, girls,” says the Jeep Jockey. “Simple business.”

Sister smiles as you two sit in a chair. “Can I just watch my Sister do this? She’s probably more acquainted with your Jeep than I am.”

You nod. “I don’t mind. You might have to teach her how the Jeep runs anyway,” you say as you stand up and walk over to it.

“Fine!” The Jeep Jockey looks down at Sister. “Now listen, I-“

Sister leans back, stretching her arms and legs out. “Oh dear…!” She kicks her boots off, revealing her feet wrapped in silky black thigh highs. “My feet are just killing me. Corporal, could you be a dear?” she smiles, very innocently.

…

The Jeep Jockey looks at you, then points down to Sister’s feet with a look that says, “I am not doing this.”

> “Ohoho~, what’s wrong, not used to having to rub a WOMAN’s feet?”
> “Sister, don’t be rude. Work with me.”
> “Oh, my feet are just killing me as well!”
> Write in

>>35433225
>>35433226
BUT WHAT IF SHE is a jedi, like her father before her.

>>35433369
> “Oh, my feet are just killing me as well!”

>>35433369
>> “Ohoho~, what’s wrong, not used to having to rub a WOMAN’s feet?”

>>35433369
> “Sister, don’t be rude. Work with me.”

>>35433369
>“Oh, my feet are just killing me as well!”

>>35433369
>“Sister, don’t be rude. Work with me.”
You bring dishonor to family, most shameful.

>>35433369
> “Oh, my feet are just killing me as well!”

TAG TEAM

>>35433369
>> “Sister, don’t be rude. Work with me.”

>>35433369
> “Oh, my feet are just killing me as well!”

>>35433369
>> “Oh, my feet are just killing me as well!”

> “Oh, my feet are just killing me as well!”

You yawn, sitting back in your chair and kicking off your boots as well, wiggling your toes. “My feet are just dying as well, Jeep Jockey. Perhaps you could-“

“I draw the line at you,” he says as he kneels down in front of Sister. “I don’t care if you’re my superior Officer, Commander Bucholz said you’re working for me today, so you’re working for me, so fix my Jeep, darn it!”

You huff, crossing your arms. Sister giggles as she lets the Jeep Jockey run his fingers and hangs all over her feet and her ankles, in every nook and cranny from every arch and ball. You’re actually quite jealous. “Oh, Corporal, your fingers feel so lovely!”

“Please.”

But he is right, it would not be proper for you to get a foot massage when the Commander said to work, and he did say he would make it easy on you. So you might as well, maybe he’ll reward you with your own foot massage.

> Work on the Jeep
> Talk to Sister
> Talk to the Jeep Jockey
> Go find someone to help you (Who?)
> Write in

>>35433890
>> Work on the Jeep

>>35433369
> “Oh, my feet are just killing me as well!”

>>35433890
>> Work on the Jeep
What a bum

>>35433890
>> Work on the Jeep

>>35433890
>Work on the Jeep

>>35433890
> Work on the Jeep
Work, work.

>>35433890
>Work on the Jeep
Okay, so JJ, not a foot fetishist.

>>35433890

> Work on the Jeep
> Talk to Sister

Let's see if we can drive JJ insane with noblewoman talk.

>>35433890
>Work on the Jeep
Earn those foot rubs for your poor sister.

>>35433890
> Work on the Jeep
> Talk to Sister

>>35434112
Did you read what he did?

>You huff, crossing your arms. Sister giggles as she lets the Jeep Jockey run his fingers and hangs all over her feet and her ankles, in every nook and cranny from every arch and ball. You’re actually quite jealous. “Oh, Corporal, your fingers feel so lovely!”

>>35434434
That was after more than token resistance. He does not have the shame to put up even that level of opposition if he liked it.

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> Work on the Jeep

You keep your eyes protected by a welding helmet as you start welding the wheel arch back. Nothing too troubling, especially since the mechanics have been teaching you on how to weld and keep your Strikers maintained. Support personnel are probably some of the most important people here, and it is wise to learn from them.

“Corporal~, a little higher please!” The Jeep Jockey grumbles as he moves his hands further up Sister’s legs, right up to her calf. “Ah… wonderful.”

Sister was always someone to take advantage of something if she could. Then again, that was a bit like you back in the day.

Anyway, first wheel arch done. Second should come along swimmingly, but you decide on the grille just to get it out of the way. You slap it on the front then-

“… so then I says, is that a pistol in your pocket or is that a pistol in your pocket?” You look back to see Lieutenant Rachel McCawlay and Lieutenant Daisy Walker, along with Vera Bjelik whom is carrying a few toolboxes and a huge helping of guns on her back. “Turns out it was a pistol,” says Daisy.

“Jeez, must’ve been awkward,” says Rachel. “Hey Rooks.”

They say to Sister, not you. Sister looks up at them and smiles. “Oh hello, Lieutenants, how are you doing today?”

“Doing good!” Rachel sits down in her chair and kicks off her shoes. “Whenever you’re ready, Jeep Jockey.”

“Ah come on!” yells Jeep Jockey.

> Let it play out, they have to figure it out soon.
> “Um, guys, I’m right here.”
> Write in

>>35434434
Just because he's good at massaging feet doesn't mean he enjoys it.

>>35434550
>Let it play out, they have to figure it out soon.

>>35434550
>> Let it play out, they have to figure it out soon.
Oh man have her walk away and we show up and it'll be a spooky thing

>>35434550
>Let it play out, they have to figure it out soon.
Fuck it, I want to see how long Sister can keep it up.

Inb4 she spoils it be being way nicer and more personable than Rookie.

>>35434608
Nah, she's going to fuck up by being super straight

>>35434608
Daphne's gonna smell her hair.

>>35434550
>Let it play out, they have to figure it out soon.
I'm expecting Vera to have figured it out instantly, but chose not to say anything.

>>35434550
>> Let it play out, they have to figure it out soon.
Let's fuck with them for once OH HO HO HO!

>>35434550

>Come out from under the jeep, wave hi
>Pretend there's only one of you and definitely not two

You know JJ and sis would be up for it. JJ to avenge the jeep, sis because she's family.

>>35434632
Or by not swooning at mentions or appearance of Bucholz.

>>35434722
But the only person we want to fuck is Bucholz

>>35434755
Perhaps if we spent more time with the oher witches...

>>35434550

> Let it play out, they have to figure it out soon.

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> Let it play out, they have to figure it out soon.

“So, Lieutenant, where’s the rest of the JFW?” asks Sister.

“Oh, they’re right behind us,” says Rachel. “We’re making this a unit outing! We get to turn the Jeep Jockey’s Jeep into a gunboat worthy of General McClellan himself!”

“Show some mercy,” says the Jeep Jockey. “Please, I can’t take anymore!”

“No,” says Rachel. Daisy sits down next to her, opening up a newspaper. They turn to look to see the rest of the JFW walk in, Carla, Karen, and Daphne. “Hey guys, you ready to give this Jeep a beating?”

“Sure!” says Carla. She slams a toolbox on the hood, making the Jeep Jockey flinch in phantom pain. “I was thinking we could probably attach a couple of MG-131s, way lighter than the M2 and fires comparable caliber, don’t you think?”

Sister says, “I agree. The MG-131 would be a suitable replacement for the M2 Mount, perhaps two or even four in one mount for extra firepower.”

“And then an MG, I don’t know what for the passenger, and a mount for a Bazooka in back!” says Daisy.

Karen narrows her eyes. “This is not going to look like a Jeep at all.”

The Jeep Jockey leans in on Sister’s legs, all the hope and optimism from his life gone in an instant.

Daphne walks up to Sister. “I see you’ve been taking care of your hair, Darling.” She takes a quick sniff. “Ooh! Is that a new shampoo?”

Sister nods. “It is!”

…

NOBODY’S NOTICED THE DIFFERENCE!

> They’ll have to figure it out soon! PLEASE!
> “GUYS, I’M RIGHT HERE!”
> Write in

>>35435011
> They’ll have to figure it out soon! PLEASE!
Don't worry Rook, the Commander will be able to tell. No she won't.

>>35435011
> They’ll have to figure it out soon! PLEASE!

>>35435011
>> They’ll have to figure it out soon! PLEASE!
Poor Rookie, not that I'm not surprised

>>35435011
Sneak away, then walk back up to the group and ask who they're talking to. That's sure to give them a jolt.

>>35435011
>They’ll have to figure it out soon! PLEASE!
Ten bucks say she'll spring once Sister starts putting the moves on Bucholz.

>>35435011
>They’ll have to figure it out soon! PLEASE!

>>35435011
> They’ll have to figure it out soon! PLEASE!
We won't lose!

>>35435100
I think she'd down right commit murder. Also Sister is surprisingly well versed in weaponry for a civilian.

>>35435011
> They’ll have to figure it out soon! PLEASE!
In before broken hearted Rookie when she realized she can be replaced. And no one cared.

>>35435011
> They’ll have to figure it out soon! PLEASE!
Geeze, Rookie's sister is nearly better at being Rookie than she is. Can we keep her?

>>35435137
Perhaps she picked it up from Rookie, or from overhearing passing soldiers.

> They’ll have to figure it out soon! PLEASE!

You tap your head against the grille as you screw it back on. For the love of everything, they must think something is up.

“So, Rookienee-san.” Karen walks up, tilting her head. “I was wondering if you could perhaps teach me the arts of fighter maneuvering.”

Carla frowns, hugging Karen from behind. “Aww, what’s wrong, Karen. I’m not good enough for you?”

“Kya~! No, no!” Karen holds onto Carla’s wrists, looking up at her. “I was just- I mean- You are so busy lately Carla-sensei! I do not wish to bother you and-“

“It’s fine.” Carla kisses Karen on the cheek, then smiles at Sister. “Would you mind, Rookie, when you get the time?”

“I’d love to!” says the Rookie. She looks down at the Jeep Jockey. He simply sits there, sadly rubbing at Sister’s feet. “Ah, you can stop now, Corporal.”

“Geez!” The Jeep Jockey stands up. “I was wondering-“

“My turn!” Rachel smirks as she wiggles her toes at Jeep Jockey. Everyone laughs as the Jeep Jockey kneels down to give Rachel a foot massage. “Next you’re doing Daisy, it’s only fair.” The Jeep Jockey mutters something indescribable at that. “Huh, my virgin ears, Jeep Jockey.”

Then you hear a tire screech. You all look to see a motorcycle courier outside the hangar. “Hey, is that Pilot Officer in?” he asks.

“Yes, that’s me!” She stands up, dusting herself off a bit.

“Commander called,” he says. He narrows his eyes confusedly. “Wants you back at her office, apparently she means to give you a good spanking for what you did yesterday.” He rolls her eyes. “Weird.” He speeds off.

Sister sighs. “Oh, well, I must be going then.”

> NO!
> THEY HAVE TO FIGURE IT OUT AT SOME POINT
> Write in

>>35435545
>NO!

>>35435545
> NO!
Enough's enough.

> “Commander called,” he says. He narrows his eyes confusedly. “Wants you back at her office, apparently she means to give you a good spanking for what you did yesterday.” He rolls her eyes. “Weird.” He speeds off.
It really seems off that Bucholz would have a message like that sent out. Unless it's a prank from someone else.

>>35435545
>THEY HAVE TO FIGURE IT OUT AT SOME POINT
I bet it's something the yanks set up to counter troll Rookie!

>>35435545
>> NO!
That belongs only to Rookie

>>35435545
> NO!

>>35435545
> NO!

THAT SHE CANNOT HAVE! THAT IS OUR COMMANDER!

>>35435545

> NO!

Rookie's losing it.

>>35435545
> NO!
OVER THE LINE

>>35435545
>> NO!
At this point I think suplexing sister is entirely appropriate

>>35435545
> NO!
Nobody gets a spanking from the Commander except Rookie, not even her sister!

>>35435545
> NO!
We're not losing this!

>>35435545
> NO!
Okay at this point I'm definatly sure that everybody knows already and are just trolling Rookie.

>>35435607
Actually, now that I'm thinking of it, I bet EVERYONE'S pranking Rook.

>>35435545
>NO!
One thing is our Sister impersonating, but her taking our spanking? The line has been crossed.

Turns out the whole unit already knew of Rookie's Sister looking like her, and that she was visiting the base. Nobody told Rookie to troll her.

>>35435760
Possible but not worth the risk.

>>35435545
>NO!
TAKE ME INSTEAD

Is it time for some Rookie rage?

>>35435545
> NO!

>>35435857

If we can get straight to the spanking it will only be joy. If it's all a ruse RAGE and sadness

> NO!

“NOOOOOO!” You stand up, throwing your welding helmet down and letting it clatter across the floor. The Jeep Jockey, the entire 509th, and Sister look at you, confused and surprised. “THIS IS WHERE I DRAW THE LINE! NOBODY GETS PUNISHED BY THE COMMANDER EXCEPT ME! AND ME ONLY!”

…

Rachel looks at Sister. “Rookie, you didn’t tell us you had a sister.” Sister shrugs at that, looking at you.

> “Ah, forget it.”
> “IT’S ME!”
> “AAAAAHHH!”
> Write in

>>35435901
Suplex Rachel

>>35435901
>> “AAAAAHHH!”
Rookie broken!

>>35435901
>>35435918
supporting

>>35435901
> Gnaw on Rachel's head.

>>35435901
>"IT'S ME!"

YOU ALL BOUGHT IT! EVEN MY IMMEDIATE FAMILY BOUGHT IT!

>>35435918
Let's fuckin do it.

>>35435901
>>35435918
Yep.

>>35435901
>“IT’S ME!”

>>35435901
>“IT’S ME!”
>“AAAAAHHH!”

>>35435901
> “AAAAAHHH!”

>HIJACK JEEP DRIVE TO COMMANDER!

TFW you realize that Rookie antics are just the lighthearted interlude in the terrible tale of how Rose ended up dead/ catatonic with PTSD.

Then broken Rookie will run away to sunset, Where she meet Neuroi Girl and join neuroi forces...

>>35436086
I had forgotten, now I'm sad.

>>35435901
> “AAAAAHHH!”
Pick up the jeep, throw it at Rachel.

>>35435918
This can only end well.

It gets my vote.

>>35436123
But JJ won't give us a foot rub then!

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>>35435918
YES! seconding!

>>35436157
Who cares, we can get the commander to do it instead.

>>35436157
JJ a SHIT

>>35435918
On hard concrete? Do we really want to try to cripple her?

Like Rookie's noodly oujo arms are able to lift a yank anyway.

>>35436238
She has a shield and Rookie has witch strength, it's be fine probably.

> Write in

You grab Rachel under the arms. “Whoa, what the he-“ You wail as you lift her up and throw her down onto your back in a massive suplex maneuver. Everyone shouts in awe and confusion of your rage-filled maneuver. Not even you knew you had the strength to do that!

You stand up, leaving a very dazed and confused Rachel behind. “… I’m the real Rookie.” You motion to Sister, placing your hands on her arms and hugging her from behind. “This is my Sister.”

“Ooohhhh…” they all say. Even Jeep Jockey.

“You don’t get out of this, Jeep Jockey!” you yell. “You knew from the start!”

He shrugs, smirking. “Yeah.”

Ugh. Whatever.

> Go to the Commander
> Talk to Someone (Specify)
> Continue work on the Jeep
> Write in

>>35436296
>> Go to the Commander
> Go to the Commander

MUST REPORT FOR IMMEDIATE SPANKINGS!

>>35436296
>> Go to the Commander. That was a really weird message, let's see if she actually did send it.

>>35436296
> Go to the Commander

Spanking time!

>>35436296
>Go to the Commander
I have a bad feeling about this.

>>35436296
>> Go to the Commander
That was satisfying.

>>35436296
>He really did it
WOW
>Go to the Commander
>Apologize to Rachel on the way out about suplexing her for no reason.

>>35436296
> Go to the Commander

>>35436296
> Go to the Commander
Commander we're coming!

>>35436481
I see what you did there.

>>35436296
>I’m the real Rookie.
And she didn't even notice this time

>>35436506
Well, we're ALSO coming in the regular chaste way.

>>35436527
She's submitted to defeat.

So, guesses on what the message is about, since it really doesn't seem like Bucholz to send a message like that? I'm still assuming it's a prank.

>>35436654
I don't know about spanking but I can only think it's news about what happened to Rosemary

>>35436654
Doesn't matter. The off chance is enough to steal a jeep and tear ass across base.

>>35436296
>He shrugs, smirking. “Yeah.”
We should totally add more guns to his Jeep

>>35436684
Most likely, yeah.

>>35436698
Anon, Bucholz is the one who tears asses. That bordkanone is pretty big.

> Go to the Commander

“Oh, I’m sorry, Darling!” says Daphne. “Forgive me?”

“Of course,” you say, patting Daphne on the cheek and smiling. “I can forgive you, Daphne, the rest I’m not so sure considering I’ve been here for nearly a year and you all can’t recognize me between me and my sister.”

“To be fair!” says Rachel as she dizzily gets up. “You two look so same-y that I think I’m seeing four of you.”

“That’s just the concussion,” says Daisy.

“Gesundheit,” says Rachel. She snaps her finger. “Jeep Jockey, no more foot massage. I’m gonna lounge on your jeep.” She lies back on the hood, unbuttoning on her shirt as the Jeep Jockey yells at her to get off. Well, you suppose this is where you get off.

Hehe, get off.

…

…

You open the Commander’s door. “Commander?” Ohboyohboyohboy, this is it! “Did you want to see me?”

The Commander takes a sip of wine as she looks out the window. “Oh, yes, take a seat,” says the Commander. “You know why you’re here, right?”

You nod as you sit down. “You figured out a punishment for me!” You gently rub your buttocks up against her sheets, readying. Yes, yes, here it comes! Oh boy oh boy oh boy, you can barely contain yourself! YEEEE

The Commander nods. “Yeah, I only said you were here for a spanking to get you here faster.”

…

Aw.

She places down her wine glass and sighs deeply. You can actually she’s quite drunk. Not noticeably, but it’s there alright. “Pilot, I’ve thought it long and hard, and I think I know the proper punishment for your reckless behavior yesterday.”

> “Can it be a spanking?”
> “I accept it, whatever it is!”
> “What is it?”
> Write in

>>35436803
>> “What is it?”
Let's be pretty serious, since she's in her cups. I'm kin of impressed Bucholz picked up on it, though.

And slightly disappointed that I was wrong about it being a prank. Well, a prank from someone other than Bucholz. I guess it makes sense if she's a tad intoxicated, but that actually makes me worried: she's developing more and more of a drinking problem. When's the last time anyone in the unit's actually gotten significant leave?

>>35436803
> “Can it be a spanking?”

>>35436803
> “Can it be a spanking?”
> “I accept it, whatever it is!”

>>35436803
>> “I accept it, whatever it is!”

>>35436803
>“What is it?”

>>35436803
> “Can it be a spanking?”

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> “Yeah, I only said you were here for a spanking to get you here faster.”

>>35436803
> What is it?"

>>35436803
> “Can it be a spanking?”
Goddammit Rookie is tired of waiting!

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>>35436912
I guess it'll have to stay a dream.

For now.

>>35436803
> "What is it?"
I'm genuinly curious as to what it could be if not a spanking. Maybe something more lewd?

>Inb4 its leash and collar and Rookie is the one wearing it.
Not spanking but a good start for spanking end.

> “Can it be a spanking?”

You tilt your head. “Ca-… can it be a spanking?”

The Commander smirks. “No, no. You will only enjoy it then.” Darn, she’s catching on. “No, your punishment must be more severe.” She takes another sip of wine, and then sighs deeply. “I have a much worse punishment for you.” She reaches into her drawer then pulls out…

A slice of cheese pizza. You shudder. What is she doing with such peasant foods?

She holds it up to you. “Eat it.”

You blink. “E-… excuse me?”

“Eat. The pizza.”

“Where did you even get a pizza-“

“EAT.” She jumps out of her chair and marches up to you, shoving the cold slice of pizza in your face.

Ugh… that cheese.

> Eat it.
> “I don’t want to eat it!”
> Write in

>>35437187
> “I don’t want to eat it!”

>>35437187
> “I don’t want to eat it!”
You have to make her yourself Commander

>>35437187
>"Can't I just share it with the unit?"

>>35437187
>Eat it.
>while sobbing

>>35437187
> “I don’t want to eat it!”
BAD CHEESE TORMENT!

>>35437187
>Reluctantly take slice of pizza
>Close eyes and tremble a bit
>Shudder violently when it gets too close to mouth

>>35437187
>> “I don’t want to eat it!”
I'm laughing, but at the same time jeez Commander you are drunk.

>>35437187
> “I don’t want to eat it!”

>>35437187
>Eat it.
Tearfully.

>>35437318
This.

>>35437187
I bet it's shitty frozen-pizza cheese too, not proper cheeses. Truly a torture worse than anything I could conceive of.

>>35437187
>Eat it.
>“I don’t want to eat it!”
>cry while she shoves it into our mouth

> Eat it.

> Cry from having to eat peasant cheese.

>>35437187
>>35437280
seconded

>>35437440
Rape imagery, go!

> Eat it.

You gently take the slice.

… FOR THE COMMANDER. Tears start flowing down your eyes as you bite into it. Oh god, it’s terrible! It’s so cold, and the cheese- THE CHEESE AAAHHH! You chew, hard, grinding your teeth against the gooey frosty melt that is the cheese and tomatoes.

The Commander smirks as she sits next to you, running her finger along your bare thigh. “… do you love it?”

“… yes.”

She leans in. “Say you love it.”

You take another bite. “I…” You swallow hard. “I love it.”

“Louder.”

Tears continue flowing. You don’t like drunk Commander, at all! “I love it!”

“Louder!”

“I LOVE IT!” The crust and the tomato sauce fly out of your mouth as you sob. THIS IS TERRIBLE.

The Commander giggles a bit. “Ehehe… sehr gut.” She kisses your cheek. “And you promise not to do something so reckless again?”

> “Promise.”
> “Never again!”
> “I can’t promise that.”
> Write in

>>35437716
Sister walks in to see Bucholz straddling on top of Rookie. Both of their clothes are disheveled, and Bucholz is panting while stuffing Rookie's mouth full of a brown tube (the pizza rolled up) with sauce dribbling down Rookie's chin and cheeks, with Rookie tears running down her face.

>>35437758
>> “I can’t promise that.”
Because we can't, Commander, not even if we love you.

>>35437758

> "If I promise...can I get a spanking?"

Gotta try.

>>35437758
> “I can’t promise that.”
Sorry commander!

>>35437758
>“I can’t promise that.”
If saving someone means doing reckless shit, better have the one with experience do it.

>>35437758
> “I can’t promise that.”
We don't do things for the sake of heroics. We do them because they're the best decision at the time.

>>35437758
>> “Never again!”
But don't actually say promise

>>35437758
>>35437795
go for it!

>>35437795
You know, I'll stake our integrity on this. A disappointed Commander is barely worth it to finally get that spanking.

>>35437795
Yes!

>>35437795
Best choice.

>>35437758
> “I can’t promise that.”
Stay strong anons! Eyes on the prize! A brief moment of exalted pleasure is as nothing against the disgust in her eyes the next time we do something stupidly dangerous.

>>35437758
>> “I can’t promise that.”

>>35437758
>I... I love you but.. I can't promise that.

>>35437758
>“I can’t promise that.”
I do what is needed, even if it's dumb!

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> “I can’t promise that.”
> Write in

You puff your cheeks out, swallowing the last bit of pizza. “Well… Commander, you know I can’t promise that.” You tilt your head, smirking. “Unless…”

“I won’t spank you,” she says.

“Then I can’t promise it,” you say. You place the pizza gently on the bed and turn to her, taking your hands with hers. “This is war, we risk our lives every day just by being on the front lines. I cannot promise to do anything else other than my duty. And my duty involves being reckless sometimes, Commander.”

The Commander narrows her eyes at you, then sighs. “Ugh…” She scratches her head, shaking it a bit.

…

She looks at you concernedly. “If I spank you, will you promise not to?”

> Lean over her lap IT’S TIME
> No.
> Sure.
> Write in

>>35437795
hehehe. This.

>>35438100
Probably not

>>35438100
>> No.

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>>35438100
> Lean over her lap IT’S TIME

>>35438100
> Lean over her lap IT’S TIME

>>35438100

> Lean over her lap IT’S TIME

>>35438100
>> No.
It doesn't mean anything if you're drunk, Commander.

>>35438100
>No.

>>35438100
> No.

>>35438100
> Lean over her lap IT’S TIME

>>35438100

> Lean over her lap IT’S TIME

But in all seriousness

> No.

Lives are at stake here woman!

>>35438100
>> Lean over her lap IT’S TIME

>>35438100
>Sigh
>"No, I really -can't- promise that."

>>35438100
>> No.
wtf people don't give in

>>35438100
> No.
If she still feels the same when she sobers up, maybe. But, not even the Commander can be trusted to make the best decisions when drunk.

>>35438100
> No.
Goddammit Schteel I won't forget this!

>>35438100
Gah...

At least make it a tearful no.

>>35438100
>No
This is the hardest choice.

>Lean over her lap IT'S TIME

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> (reluctantly) ...No.

*sigh* Guess I'll give up on fulfilling Rookie's spanking wish
...for now.

The one thing that Rookie won't do is lie to her without good reason. We don't want to give her a good reason to threaten us with another trip to the Academy.

>>35438100
>No.
roll to resist butt seduction

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>35438392
>no roll

Shameful

>>35438474
Fuck, why Rookie gotta have such good self-control?

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>35438392

> No.

“I can’t.” You sigh. You will have to do this when she’s sober. “I’m sorry, Commander. I honestly can’t promise you anything. You need to learn to deal with it.”

The Commander blinks, then leans onto your shoulder. “Oh… Pilot. Why do you have to make things so difficult for me?” You wrap your arms around her, taking in a whiff of her hair. Smells like the wine she was just drinking. Oh the poor Commander.

You don’t want to admit it, but you probably should. She’s developing a drinking problem.

A very weird drinking problem, but a drinking problem nonetheless.

She sighs deeply. “Well… Okay. Fine. Fine…” She lets go of you, and you let go of her. She leans back on her bed and curls up, hugging her knees. “Well, you can go now, Pilot. I have no… further use for you.”

“I can stay if you-“

“No, no…” She groans a bit. “Just leave me alone.”

> Stay here
> Go back to the Hangar
> Write in

>>35438606
> Stay here
NOOOOO LEAVING.

>>35438606
> Stay here

>>35438606
>> Go back to the Hangar
No more drinking though

>>35438606
>Stay here
She shouldn't be alone. And we shouldn't go unspanked.
I do dread what our Sister's been up to, though.

>>35438100
>Lean over her lap IT’S TIME

>>35438606
>> Stay here

She needs company of she's going to drown herself in that bottle.

>>35438606
>> Stay here

>>35438606
> Write in
>"I can't promise to not do anything reckless. But, I can promise to try to be more cautious and think before I act. For you, Commander."

>>35438606
> Stay here

She's way to depressed to be alone.

>>35438606
> Go back to the Hangar
> Find Carla, and see if there's any way we can get her on leave or something without making her look like she's being relieved.
Carla's XO, she can help.

>>35438606
> Stay here
Abandoning someone that's developing a drinking problem is never a good idea.

>>35438606
> Stay here
The bottle isn't your friend. We are your friend.

>>35438606
>> Stay here

>>35438606
> Stay here. Confiscate alcohol.

No more drinking for the Commander. Ever. This is turning into a problem and a alcoholic commander is not a good commander.

>>35438725
This.
Well, EVER is a bit strong.

>>35438743

Maybe. But Commander and Rookie's record with alcohol has been less than stellar. I'm worried that they'll end up doing something they'll truly regret.

>>35438606
>Stay here
Nip the booze issue in the bud, here and now.

Bucholz can't get drunk if we drink all the wine...

>>35438943
And share it with the squad too.

> Stay here

You stay next to the Commander. She turns up a bit, looking at you with tired eyes. “What are you still doing here? I thought I said you could go.”

You shake your head. “You did. I’m not going. I think you could really use a friend.”

“Agh... verdammt.” She waves her hand in the air a bit. “C-could you go put my bottle and my glass away?” You nod, standing up and walking over to her desk. You cork the bottle of wine and place it in a bottom drawer along with the glass.

You look at her chair. Hm. You sit down in WOW this chair is comfy. You run your fingers along it. Real leather, and… wow, it’s really made to fit the Commander’s hindquarters, ohoho. You lean back, oh you could get used to this thing!

“Get out of my chair,” she says. Darn. You stand up and walk back over to the bed, sitting next to her. “Ugh… I think I will retire for the day. Uh… Pilot, could you- could you help?”

“I’d love to.”

> Tuck the Commander in
> Undress the Commander
> Bring the Commander a glass of water
> Write in

>>35439010
>> Bring the Commander a glass of water
then
> Undress the Commander
then
> Tuck the Commander in

>>35439010
>> Bring the Commander a glass of water
>> Tuck the Commander in

>>35439049
In that order

>>35439010
> Bring the Commander a glass of water
It'll help the hangover.
And as much as I want to do the other options, we need to do this first.

>>35439010
>>35439049
Pretty much this. We're not as good at it as Johannes, but we try

> Bring the Commander a glass of water
> Tuck the Commander in

No taking advantage of drunk commander. As tempting as it may be.

>>35439010
>>35439049
This

>>35439049
>>35439010
do this

>>35439010
>>35439049
Yeah.

>>35439100
Aww, really? No sexually abusing the commander?

>>35439352
I don't think undressing her is Sexual abuse... I think it's jsut we don't want her to sleep in boozeup' dirty clothing.

I got a caring feeling out of it rather than a molester.

>>35439352

item number 4, snuggle with the commander in the bed.

> DO ALL THE THINGS

You set down a glass of water for her, to which she immediately chugs up. “Can you sit up, please?” you ask. She nods, then sits up for you. Oh boy… you slink your hands right onto her jacket, then gently unbutton it, one by one. She looks down at your hands, then back up at you, tiredly.

STOP JUDGING.

You finally get the jacket undone, then slowly slink it off, only for her dress shirt to prove another obstacle. Damn. You start unbuttoning them again. Agh, your face feels like it’s going to burst into flames but… this is for the Commander! Finally though, all the buttons go. You see her bra, plain white, no frills or anything, so plain. You slowly bring the shirt off her shoulders then away from her arms. Then you unzip her skirt, and then slide it off her legs.

Oh… a near naked Commander. You should leave her in her underwear for now, it is cold. You fold up her uniform and set it on top of her footlocker, then gently rest her back. “Try and get some sleep, Commander.”

She nods, smiling up at you. “Thank you, Pilot.” You bring the blanket up and pat it down nice and neatly around her. She shuts her eyes, and then turns over to sleep.

Oh, you wish you could join her now. There’s a knock at the door.

[1/2]

>>35439520
[2/2]

Wow, that’s convenient. You walk up to the door and open it up to reveal Carla. “Oh, hey, Rooks.” She crosses her arms, smiling warmly at you. “Commander doing well?” You nod, smiling back at her. “That’s good to hear. Um…” Her smile drops a bit. “Can I talk to you?”

“What is it?” You step out of the room and shut it behind you.

“It’s… we just heard some rumors about stuff that’s going on in Helvetia,” she says. “Nothing concrete, nothing… uh… factual.” She shrugs, looking around a bit, averting her eyes. “Just- you know Rosemary and Johannes.”

“Of course,” you say. Wait. “D-… did something happen?”

“They’re one of the pockets of resistance,” she says. “Air Recon reported movement, apparently they’re trying to make a break for the south. Hopefully they do, but… it’s-…” Carla pauses, looking down. “Look, it’s not looking good okay? For them.”

…

Carla tilts her head. “Hey, do you want a hug?” She opens her arms, smiling as best as a concerned mother can. “I can give you a hug if you want.”

> Hug
> “I’m fine. I’m sure they’re okay.”
> “You shouldn’t be such a Debbie Downer.”
> Write in

>>35439551
>> Hug
>> “I’m fine. I’m sure they’re okay.”

>>35439551
>> “I’m fine. I’m sure they’re okay.”
Then a reassuring
>> Hug
because we are clearly lying.

>>35439551
>> Hug
>> “I’m fine. I’m sure they’re okay.”
>> Tell Carla our concerns about the commander.

>>35439551
>> Hug
>> “I’m fine. I’m sure they’re okay.”
Totally okay

>>35439551
>Ohohoho!~ Nothing will happen to Rosemary! She'll be perfectly fine!

> Hug
> “I’m fine. I’m sure they’re okay.”
> Gather the team for another rescue mission.

>>35439551
> Hug
> Sleep with Bucholz

>>35439551
> Hug

>>35439551
>>35439669
I... I want to say this so that if she's actually fine we can play it off smug like.

But the level of feels that will impact if she's dead...

>>35439551
> Hug
> “I’m fine. I’m sure they’re okay.”
Damnit Schteel don't you dare do anything bad to Rosemary, she deserves something nice to happen after Mecha Musume.

>>35439798
That nice thing will be saving HER Rookie, of course.

>>35439894
Oh course! Rookie rushes in to save Rosemary being reckless again. Is horribly maimed covering her position Then Rosemary drags her back to camp! Everyone is saved!

> Hug
> “I’m fine. I’m sure they’re okay.”

You hug Carla, surprising her. What was she expecting? “I’m fine, Carla,” you say. “I am! Nothing will happen to Rosemary, I’m sure they’re all okay!”

Carla smiles, patting your back, then drawing away from you. “Right. I’m just making sure you know what’s what. Because- You’re free to talk to me, or Daphne, or any one of us. We’ll support you the entire way.”

“Ohoho~!” You giggle at that. “Carla, you are such a downer. You’ll see, when they break out, Rosemary and company will just be flooding through those doors, with victory and celebrations! And then there will be lots of blue cheese because I demand there be blue cheese.”

“Right…” Carla pats your shoulder. “Alright. Well, I’m just making sure.” She snaps her fingers, smiling at you. “Hey, you’re on for teaching Karen, right?”

“Hmph. Wasn’t it my sister who agreed to do that?” Carla quirks her brow, crossing her arms. “I will,” you say. “It will be nothing. Basic maneuvers for a Strike Witch ought to be muscle memory.”

“Right. You gonna hang with us?” she asks.

> Nah, I think I’ll spend the night with the Commander.
> Sure
> Write in

>>35439967
>> Sure
Sister is over there anyway

>>35439967
>Sure
Commander needs to sleep it off anyway.

>>35439967
>> Nah, I think I’ll spend the night with the Commander.

>>35439967
>> Nah, I think I’ll spend the night with the Commander.

>>35439967
>Sure

>>35439967
>Sure

>>35439967
>> Nah, I think I’ll spend the night with the Commander.

>>35439967
> Nah, I think I’ll spend the night with the Commander.

If... if we spend the night by her bedside she'll realize how much we care and return the affection... Right!? Right? Please?

>>35439967
> Sure

>>35439967
>Sure
We need to hang out with sis while we can.

>>35439967
>> Sure

>>35439967
> Nah, I think I’ll spend the night with the Commander.

Notice us, senpai!

>>35439967
I propose slight compromise!

Kiss the commander on the forehead, wishing her sweet dreams! Then... hang out with everyone else!

>>35440145
jolly good!

>>35440145
No. We have to wake up with her.

>>35439967
> Sure

>>35440145
We'll probably do that anyway.

>>35439967
> Nah, I think I’ll spend the night with the Commander.

Locate the bordkanone before sleeping. Use it on ourself.

>>35440209
So after all the hanging out is said and done we come back and sit in the chair across from her bed and fall asleep?

>>35440340
It's just not the same, man.

>>35440365
Do you suggest our sister does it?

> Sure

…

…

You and Carla walk back into the barracks. “Hey everyone, we’re back,” says Carla.

“Indeed!” you say. “Did everyone miss…”

You and Carla stand there stupidly as two giant fortress of pillow stand across each other on either end of the barracks. Rachel and Daisy sit on one fort with a paper taped across it labelling it as “Fort Kickass.”

Daphne, Vera, and Karen meanwhile glare at Rachel and Daisy in their much neater Pillow fort which has been lovingly labelled, “Castle of Womenly Values and Kickassery”.

…

Your sister sits on your bed, reading one of your books. She looks up at you. “They’re in a Cold War.”

“You don’t say.”

> “Enough of this”
> “Why was I not invited!?”
> Get ready for bed.

>>35440460
>> Get ready for bed.
Brush out Sister's hair.

>>35440460
>> “Enough of this”
Obviously we're siding with Castle of Womenly Values and Kickassery and knocking them over

>>35440460
>> Get ready for bed.

no fucks

>>35440460
>Get ready for bed.
Disregard fortresses and catch up with out sister while we do so.

>>35440514
Yes fucks. Why do you not want to fuck the Commander?