You struggle to wake. Last night was a very, very long night, and all you remember is that you were exhausted. You could barely keep your eyes open. Unfortunately, the warm, comfy bed on which you slept is now too warm. You really should take the sheets off.
[ ] Throw off sheets
[ ] Form sheet cocoon and refuse to be useful today
>>2283
>[ ] Pet the kotapet
>>2283
>[ ] Form sheet cocoon and refuse to be useful today
kak
>>2283
>[x] Form sheet cocoon and refuse to be useful today
You just had to, didn't you
>>2283
>[ ] Pet the kotapet
>>2283
>[x] Throw off sheets
Dammit, there's work to be done.
>>2289
Second this
>[x] Form sheet cocoon and refuse to be useful today
>[x] Pet the kotapet
If there's one thing you've learned since you got started here, it's that sometimes one must refuse responsibility. Toss caution to the wind, and embrace selfishness.
You tug on the sheets with your tentacles and find particularly heavy weights holding most of them down. Those weren't there last night...right? You struggle to pry them loose, slipping them under the warm, breathing masses.
".....Zzzz...hmmm....Huh?" One of those masses wakes up. She's slender, with dog ears adorning her head, and wearing nowhere near enough clothes, if your knowledge of Earth customs is correct. "Oh, you're awake!"
You blink. This is...Ekotarina, you think?
>>2323
She gives you a smile. You draw a blank. If you could sweat, you'd be profusely doing so right now. What the hell did you do last night? To your other side....Cleona? Oh no.
[ ] Cold. Hard. Logic.
[ ] PANIC
>>2341
> Tentacles
>>2341
>[ ] Cold. Hard. Logic.
Just because there's no rational explanation, doesn't mean we can't bullshit one.
>>2341
>[ ] Cold. Hard. Logic.
>>2341
>[ ] PANIC
>>2341
>[ ] Cold. Hard. Logic.
>[x] Cold. Hard. Logic.
You scramble for a response you know will be demanded of you. The moment Cleona wakes up, she'll start probing your mind.
Yes, think back. Last night...busy...Oh, yes, Cleona came to check up on your work. While you were busy, you asked her to taste some strawberries for you. Those Earth fruits were so delightful. Just, unfortunately, not for your Martian tongue. But...after the strawberries...
The new girl. Ekotarina. She barged in. From there your mind goes blank...
Yes. Obviously you simply got tired and invited them to stay the night, avoiding the long walk to their barracks. Nothing wrong with that. But...something in the back of your mind tells you that there is something wrong with that. Or rather, someone else's mind.
[Good morning, Socks,] comes the clear tone of Cleona's thoughts. They were always so clear, like liquid gold shining in the light. Unmistakable. So much easier to understand than vulgar Earth words.
Suddenly your rational explanation seems foolhardy.
[ ] COLD. HARD. LOGIC.
[ ] MAXIMUM PANIC
>>2370
>[ ] COLD. HARD. LOGIC.
I was about yell about somebody putting a legit quest on this board, and sucking mod cock, then I saw the title and the name.
Carry on.
>>2370
>[ ] COLD. HARD. LOGIC.
>>2370
>[ ] COLD. HARD. LOGIC.
FUCK IT, WE'RE COMMITTED NOW
>>2370
>[x] COLD. HARD. LOGIC.
>>2376
>I was about yell about somebody putting a legit quest on this board, and sucking mod cock, then I saw the title and the name.
>Carry on
>>2376
ICE COLD
>[x] COLD. HARD. LOGIC.
No. You won't succumb to this Earth feeling. You've learned much from them and respect them, but you are a Martian! You do your best to stifle your link, asserting cool Martian control.
[Good morning, Cleona. Did you sleep well?]
She smirks, giving you a knowing look. [I think you know the answer to that]
And you're suddenly struck by a "Train" of embarrassing, blushing emotion.
[ ] REFUSE TO BOARD
[ ] OFF THE RAILS
>>2420
>[ ] OFF THE RAILS
Boring conversation anyway
>>2420
>[ ] OFF THE RAILS
>>2420
>[ ] REFUSE TO BOARD
>>2420
>[x] OFF THE RAILS
>>2432
kota is for petting
>>2420
>[ ] OFF THE RAILS
>>2432
>Sub witches
>Legit
I write derivative anime fanfiction of derivative anime fanfiction and this is beyond that on pathetic scale.
Also post the tentacle porn you nigger.
>>2420
Present genitalia. As a science experiment.
>>2283
This sounds fucking epic.
>[x] OFF THE RAILS
Your Martian collectedness shatters.
[C-Cleona,] you ask, ignoring the annoyed girl opposite her, [um, are you suggesting that...we...]
You're assaulted by more of that emotion. You can't even see a clear message, just a sudden racing of both your hearts, blood pounding, face flushing.
[I-If we did,] you continue, [it was most...unprof-]
"HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO ME TOO!" Ekotarina tugs on your tentacles, looking like she's about to cry.
[ ] Abandon Planet
[ ] CALM YOUR TENTACLES
>>2458
>[ ] CALM YOUR TENTACLES
>>2458
>[ ] Abandon Planet
>>2458
>[ ] CALM YOUR TENTACLES
>>2445
I assure you, my product is not any sort of derivative, nor has it seen any guiding hand from the land of Nippon. Submersible Witches Quest is a long-respected quest sharing its universe with absolutely zero other works.
It is free, it is original, and it is a masterpiece.
Good day, sir.
>>2458
>[ ] CALM YOUR TENTACLES
>>2458
FREE THE TENTACLES
>>2458
>[ ] CALM YOUR TENTACLES
>[x] CALM YOUR TENTACLES
You can't play this game anymore. You may respect them, but human females, human _witches_, are terrifying creatures. You decide to try your horrible English.
"Ger-uls," you address them, "I ahm a frayed I due not remember what weigh did last knight. Can yew hep me?"
There. That should work. Respectable. Simple. Straight to the point, and with an apology built in.
Ekotarina's eyes water to the point you're surprised they haven't yet run down her face. Cleona gives you a shocked, almost offended expression.
Witches, you sigh to yourself.
[ ] Give up, just let it happen.
[ ] Defend your martian honor!
>>2500
>[ ] Give up, just let it happen.
I'm not the only one who read that in Tommy Wiseau's voice, right?
>>2500
>[ ] Defend your martian honor!
>>2500
SLAY THEM BOTH. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
>>2500
>[ ] Give up, just let it happen.
>[x] Give up, just let it happen
You cannot muster the fucks to fight this. You just can't. You collapse back to the bed, succumbing to the agitated girls.
"E-Eye am sore ree, please, due what yew mast."
Capitulation. Much like the inevitable outcome of the war for the rest of your species. It was a mistake to come here, among these creatures, these animals. Martian females have long been referred to as creatures not to be trifled with, but to think that such stories would be overshadowed here...
"You did all that and you don't even remember!?" yells Ekotarina, with tears legitimately streaming down her face as she shakes your tentacles from side to side. The girl is close to strangling you with a pillow.
"How hurtful, Socks, she's so young! Don't you care?" Cleona's voice, not her thoughts, fills your ears. She pushes you toward Ekotarina, making sure you can't escape.
[ ] Genuflect
[ ] Mape the Raids
>>2532
>[ ] Genuflect
>>2532
>[x] Genuflect
remind me
>>2532
>[ ] Genuflect
>>2532
>[ ] Genuflect
[x] Genuflect
"Eye dew care. Ahl of yew arr my deer friends. Eye am deeply sorey."
It's hard to talk; not only are your martian mouthparts not made for these sounds, Ekotarina's starting to make some headway with the whole strangling part.
"Hmm...really? Then...you'll do it again?" asks Cleona. Ekotarina pauses her attempted strangulation to listen to your response.
[ ] So. It's heresy then.
[ ] WHAT WOULD MY MOTHER THINK?
>>2532
>[ ] Genuflect
>>2563
>[ ] WHAT WOULD MY MOTHER THINK?
>>2563
>>[ ] So. It's heresy then.
Let's try spinning, that's a good trick
>>2563
>[ ] So. It's heresy then.
We have already surrendered.
>>2564
YOU'RE LATE YOU FUCKER. LOOK AT YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHA
>>2582
By 11 seconds.
You think I give a fuck?
>>2563
>[ ] So. It's heresy then.
>[x] So. It's heresy then.
You remember a human response. Gulping nervously before something...of import. You'd gulp if you had a throat.
You pull them in close with your tentacles, trailing their skin with what you hope is a gentle touch. You'd heard of human erotica before, and once Rae even showed you some of the more...creative pieces from the island nation of Japan. Now seems like the time to put that knowledge into use.
"If that is what it takes, Cleona," you respond, moving toward the parts of their bodies that are more sensitive.
"...What are you doing, Socks?" Cleona gives you a look, and Ekotarina looks rather angry with you.
[ ] BAD TOUCH
[ ] MORE TOUCH
>>2602
>[ ] MORE TOUCH
HEADPATS
>>2602
> Suddenly, Arwen-chan bursts into the room
>>2602
[x] Switch to Head Pats!
>>2602
>[ ] MORE TOUCH
>>2602
>[x] MORE TOUCH
>[x] Headpats!
>[x] ARWEN
You stop. Cleona's mind....something doesn't seem right. You attempt to smoothly slide your tentacles further, like you meant to the entire time. They go further and further up, until they brush up against the ears of their summoned familiars.
"Yes, Cleee Owna?"
"...."
They don't respond, instead relaxing and looking down at their hands.
[Cleona?] you ask her, [Is something wrong?]
Disappointment and a begrudging acceptance comes through the link. [...Geez, Socks. I can't tease you if you really do remember...] she responds. A few brief thoughts flash over the link, indicating that the pair of them had planned some sort of prank for you.
And now it appears to have backfired.
Content, you run your tentacles through their hair, stroking their ears and making them comfortable. The feeling of life-or-death disappears....
And the door slams open, revealing an elf-like woman. And she does not look pleased.
[ ] SECURITY
[ ] HIDE UNDER THE SHEETS
>>2663
[x] Add her for headpats
>>2663
>[ ] HIDE UNDER THE SHEETS
Socks is a scientist, not a soldier.
>>2663
>[x] Add her for headpats
This is why we have multiple tentacles!
[x] Add Arwen to the Harem
The two girls on either side of you are far too contented to notice the new arrival. Perhaps on another day you would raise an alarm; this is a stranger, and you are at war. Who knows what this person is doing here? They could cause untold harm. Even ignoring your work, you are one of the few, if not the only Martian to join the Humans! Would it not be a coup to assassinate you?
But you've expended your effort for today, and the heads of witches are surprisingly soft and pleasant against your tentacles, and she's too busy oogling you. A nude Martian, though there isn't any other kind. Surrounded by two scantily-clad ladies. Her face flushes....and she approaches, timidly.
As she reaches the foot of the bed, she looks about shyly. You give her a quizzical look, but don't press her. At long last, she speaks. "M-May I...?"
[ ] Capture Elfwitch
[ ] THIS BED IS FOR PURE WITCHES ONLY
>>2708
>[ ] Capture Elfwitch
She's gotta stay on the floor tho
>>2708
>[ ] Capture Elfwitch
>>2708
>>2663
THIS IS NOT OKAY KOTTERS.
>>2721
STOP BEING A LEWD ELFSLUT
>>2708
>[x] Capture Elfwitch
>>2708
>[ ] THIS BED IS FOR PURE WITCHES ONLY
SLUTS PLEASE GO
>[x] Capture Elfwitch
>but she gets the floor because she's a filthy slut who wants headpats and handholding
This morning is...full of surprises. You nod to her, gesturing. She tries to crawl onto the crowded bed, almost crushing several of your tentacles. Acting quickly, you lift her with your remaining free appendages and reposition her. Unfortunately, she has to take residence on the floor by the bed...but already she's like putty in your grip, letting out soft noises as you stroke her ears.
You continue this for a time, and then begin to tire. The moment you stop, however, three ladies give you mean, irritated looks. Scary looks. Like they'll kill you if you don't keep going.
You keep going. And going. And going.
...This is going to be another horrible night.
THAT'S IT FOR SOCKS QUEST, BEST QUEST OF THEM ALL
NEXT TIME: #SWQ GETS A BAR MITZVAH
>>2740
cheers, boss
>>2740
Thanks mate.
>>2752
>>2776
>>2283
Don't be a cluck and run it on /tg/
SWQ is dead, and this quest will never actually reach a conclusion.
>>11519
>SWQ is dead, and this quest will never actually reach a conclusion.
Are you sure?
>>12657
Have you actually read anything by kotters? If he doesn't get enough attention he complains that other quests are getting the attention he deserves and stops writing for like two years.
