Re: Touhou CYOA - Second edition
(So, before going into today's tidbit of story, there's a thing I'd like to ask the good people reading this a question. There's been some alarming hints that someone actually likes what I write around the forum. So, I'd like you guys to give a piece of your mind, what do you think about my writing? Is it absolutely horrible, passable for a written piece of text or even, what the hell is this shit, good? Tell me honestly what you think, I'd like to have some opinions and/or feedback from the usual suspects (and others too I suppose). I know some of you write yourselves, Dia has done a CYOA and some RPs too, Cross takes part in some RPs Taken is another CYOA-minded person, Tassadar... don't even get me started on him, the brilliant bastard.
So, yeah. Your words, give me some, along with the usual votes. Getting on with this now, and apologies for the less frequent updates I've been doing recently)
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Backing away from the madly whirring and flailing arm pack, Byakuren thinks it best to leave the handling of the out-of-control machine to the inventor who created it. Watching from the side, she sees Nitori bravely charge into the middle of the arms, desperately trying to shut it down. After a short but fruitless battle, one of the arms manages to knock the kappa out cold with a blow to the back of the head. Now by herself against the rampaging machine, Byakuren tries to grab Nitori and pull her away from the dangerous area. In a fluid, sudden movement, the mass of arms flings the unconcious girl over Byakuren, simultaneously bowling itself on top of her. As the heavy center of the machine flattens Byakuren against the floor, she can feel the mechanical arms creeping over her body. Working themselves between the floor and Byakuren's body, two of the hands start to rub at her flattened breasts through her clothing with a scarily determined effort. The things rub on her for a few surprisingly pleasant minutes, somehow keeping her from getting distressed with their touch.
With the inventor girl still down, the hands proceed to another situation. Two of them pin Byakuren's arms against her sides and keeping a hold on her waist as the magician is hoisted into the air. Now held in above the machine, the other two hands start to poke around under her skirt. The other one soon starts to trace her slightly moistened womanhood through her panties, sliding along it's lenght in an effort to arouse her
A. Resist
B. Submit