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Previously on: My Government Issued Small Titty Tomboy GF -
(Thread Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Goth+GF )

You are Martin King XXVIII, tomboy enthusiast and complicated employment status haver in the cyberpunk future.
After filling out some half-printed forms you've been delivered one small titty tomboy GF
It's been quite some time since you ended up in the BADLANDS due to an unfortunate teleportation mishap with the MAD. Since then you've been taken into the service of SNUGGLETUFF, the deposed and exiled ruler of a mutant Catgirl kingdom. After reuniting with your tomboy gf REBECCA and the crotch-ambiguous tech wiz JABBERWOCK, your brain maid AMANDA was forced to possess the body of your insane Fornicator 3500, DOROTHY. Oh, and you all collectively pressganged an octopus mutant who you've dubbed GILLIAN into your crew. Got all that? Whew, what a ride it's been.

After a long yet conveniently ambiguous amount of time, you and your crew are just about ready to set your plan into action. The plan to take back Snuggletuff's throne from her tyrannical sister TUMBLERUFF. While the team led by Snuggletuff has been out and about subjugating the local bandit tribes to fuel her takeover, you and your team have been sowing dissent among the Catgirls to support the coup. It's been going pretty well so far... probably. Most likely. You haven't died at the very least. Try and keep it up, buddy.

You currently have [2733 CREDITS], One drop of [SOUL], a pretty bad synthnic addiction, and are still on very shaky ground with both your [CONTRACT WITH ALLCO.] and your [PINKY PROMISE WITH HUA LO]. You're also not the only one making moves out in these parts, far from it. The catnip shamans mewl about grave omens and terrible forces just over the horizon...
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But first, you've got shilling to do and propaganda to pump out! A herd of kits have gathered before your illicit puppet theater, ready to hear your slandering and muckraking against the Tyrant of the Badlands. It's been a while since your last show due to a close brush with the Catguard. You're pretty sure you still remember everything --everything important anyways-- but it never hurts to be sure, and it looks like there's some new cats in the audience today.

As everyone gets settled in the cramped confines of the little theater, it's time to pick back up with the show. Now where did you leave off...
>Vol. 1
>Vol. 2
>Vol. 3
>Vol. 4
>No recap, just get on with the slander!
>Write-in
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>>5358549
>Vol. 0.7
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>>5358549

>Vol. 1
>Vol. 2
>Vol. 3
>Vol. 4

It's been 3000 years...
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>>5358549
>Volume 1
From the top as a puppet show could be fun.
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>>5358549
>>Vol. 4
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>>5358549
>Vol. 1
You gave us the choice
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>>5358549

>Vol. 1
Once upon a time you were MARTIN KING XXVIII, shlubby loser and who happened to get his hands on a LO-INC. Tomboy GF Request Form. On a whim, you decided to fill it out, leading you to meet your Government Issue Small Titty Tomboy GF, REBECCA ROSA PARKS.
After a nice date of BBQ and baseball, where Reb gave you the talk and [SOUL] you needed to start to turn your life around, the two of you were accosted by your ex-sexbot DOROTHY who you eventually brought back home. The next day you ordered breakfast for the three of you and decided to look for a job, finding one at a second-hand cybernetics store. There you met your co-worker, an ambiguously gendered cybergremlin named MALCOM PERI JABBERWOCK. You didn't get to meet the boss, but after being Jabberwock for a few posts you convinced them to come back to your apartment by promising alcohol and a game of Shadowrun... which still hasn't happened.
You're not really to blame for that though, ALLCO. is! As soon as you got back, you found they raided your apartment and kidnapped your Tomboy AND your Fornicator! As icing on the cake, they even kidnapped you too! What a bunch of dicks!

Where were you going with this? This was supposed to lead into the dissention somewhere, but maybe you started too far back.
>Vol. 2
>Vol. 3
>Vol. 4
>Just skip to the badmouthing!
>Write-in
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>>5358769
>Vol. 2
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>>5358769
>Vol. 4
out of order
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>>5358808
Support.

>>5358769
>Volume 4
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>>5358769
>Vol. 4
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>>5358769
>>Vol. 2
>Vol. 2
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>>5358797
>>5358808
>>5358840
>>5358895

>Vol. 4
You decide it's probably best to gloss over the middle bit for the sake of time. Blah blah ALLCO. Blah blah Vanessa's fat butt. Blah blah heist and brainmaid and going to the desert.
This is where things get a little weird. The catnip shamans have been telling about some coming doom, but it's always in that weird cryptic metaphor type way that old people like so much. A super mecha death boy-of-tom, the front-desk guardian now risen, and an old hag waiting patiently where you least expect...

But who cares what those old cougars say, you've got a story to tell! You woke up with Reb smacking you over the head with the MAD after you apparently went a little possession-crazy while wearing it. You, Reb, and SNUGGLETUFF were reunited atop a giant broken robot, along with GILLIAN GRAVELY. After a sweet nap and a Super Deluxe Dream, you awoke to see DOROTHY --now mommy mode and a completely crazy-- dragging Jabberwock along. She was so happy to know where you had gone! So happy in fact that she resolved to keep Reb and Snuggletuff from you by any means necessary. You had AMANDA WALICIA CATASTROVANIA , your brain maid you got from sticking strange tech into your head, shut down and take control of Dorothy's body for the sake of everyone's safety. After dealing with that whole mess, the crew headed to Snuggletuff's war camp and hashed out a plan to take back the Catgirl throne by force.

That remind you! Snuggletuff took some of your pals to help beat the bandits into submission. Other than Amanda, who needs to stay close in order to keep a leash on your killer sexbot, who was it you decided to take with you into the Catgirl fortress, the Colosseum, again?
>Reb
>Jabberwock
>Gillian
>None
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>>5358945
>Reb
It's a quest about her, after all.
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>>5358945
>Gillian
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>>5358945
>Gillian
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>>5358945
reb
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>>5358945
>Reb
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>>5358945
>Reb
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>>5358945
>Reb
She's da girl
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>>5358945
>>Reb
REBorn
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>>5358945
>Reb
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>>5358945
>Gillian
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>>5358945
>Reb
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>>5358957
>>5358972
>>5358994
>>5359034
>>5359041
>>5359043
>>5359084
>>5359090
>>5359139
>>5359169
>>5359226

>Reb
That's right! How could you ever forget your Government Issue Small Titty Tomboy GF? Not that you did. Due to her short stature and toned physique, she fits in just fine among the other young Catgirls with the help of some makeshift ears and a tail.

There's some debate in the audience over the honor and chivalry of such a plan, but the general consensus comes out as sowing discord being a necessary evil to oust an underhanded ruler. Looks like your side of the plot is in the clear! All you'd need to do to signal Snuggletuff is don the mad and put that [PSYCHIC LINK] of yours to work. Now that you've got the audience back on track, you can let the slander begin... or do anything really. You have the floor, as small and puppet-based as it is.

>Slander away!
>No wait, go back. There's a part you forgot that you absolutely just HAVE to tell
>Try to get a start on your up and coming standup career. You've got the chops, kid
>Write-in
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>Slander away!
less go

cute reb
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>>5359558
>No wait, go back. There's a part you forgot that you absolutely just HAVE to tell

Vol 2.5
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>>5359558
>Slander away!
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>>5359558
>No wait, go back. There's a part you forgot that you absolutely just HAVE to tell
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>>5359561
>>5359599
>>5359570

>Slander away!
Together you and Reb absolutely RAG ON the vile tyrant Tumbleruff, making bold assumptions and downright scandalous jests despite having never seen the great huntress in person. The puppet fashioned is only what you imagine she could look like from the various scraps of gossip that constantly float around the Colosseum. Red coat, dark hair (though you've hard claims of blonde), and her penchant for specs. Or was it pecs? There's only so much a kit and her man-slave can hear, even if you're just pretending.

"I'M GONNA MAKE EVERYONE BOW TO ME EVEN THOUGH I DIDN'T EARN IT, GRRR!"
Reb asserts in her best dubious Catgirl impression. The crowd scoffs and jeers at the puppet in response!
"I'M GONNA SCARE ALL THE LITTLE CATS AROUND JUST FOR FUN, RAAHHH!"
The young 'uns among the viewers blow raspberries and shout in terror for someone to stop her!
"I'M GONNA KILL EVERYONE WHO GETS IN MY WAY OR EVEN LOOKS AT ME FUNNY!"
The audience nods and mhms sensibly in support.
"...BY STABBING THEM IN THE BACK! WITH POISON! BLEEEHHH!"
Now that riles everyone back up, resulting in much hooting and hollering and growls for something to be done about this outrageous woman!

Above the yells and outrage though is one growl that hums lower than the rest, vibrating the dirt at Reb's and your knees. Even more concerning, it seems to be coming from right behind you, through the wall of your illicit tent...

>Leg it!
>It's probably nothing!
>Ask if anyone else is feeling it
>Write-in
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>>5359663
>It's probably nothing!
The show must go on. It's, like, the law.
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>>5359663
>It's probably nothing!
Probably.
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>>5359663
>>Leg it!
Its the fuzz, scatter!
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>>5359663
>It's probably nothing!

go on to say that even if Tumbleruff were right behind you this instant watching you mock her, she'd be too much of a coward to do anything about it
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>>5359663
>It's probably nothing!
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>>5359665
>>5359697
>>5359731
>>5359762
>>5359787

>It's probably nothing!
Yeah, you know, probably. Besides, you just thought up an absolute ZINGER and there's no way you're going to waste it just because of some ominous rumbling! Even if Tumbleruff were right behind you, nothing can stop your-

You quickly find however that it was, in fact, not nothing. The walls of your tent are torn down, exposing you not only to your worst enemy --THE SUN-- but also to a whole squad of what you can only assume to be the ROYAL CAT AUTHORITY, led by a Catgirl who matches suspiciously well with the description you've pieced together. As you and Reb are snatched up by the scruff, you reckon it's safe to say that some mistakes may have been made and that some miscalculations played into this outcome.

"I knew the scent that crossed my nose was the stench of troublemakers."
The large cat sniffs the both of you, scrunching her nose up and screwing her mouth into a sneer
"Troublemakers... and my sister. Found a batch of new playthings, has she? Hmph, pitiful. Some simply cannot let go of what they've lost."
With a nod of her head, the Royal Cat Authority surrounds the audience with sword and shield, as well as claw and fang bared.

"What shall I do with you now, I wonder... dissenters, slandering my name and image. Infiltrators, working on behalf of my foolish kin. And city-folk, rotted to the core by your decadent ways."
>Execution?
>Life imprisonment?
>Slap on the wrist?
>Don the MAD and signal Snuggletuff!
>Call for Amanda to help, wherever he is!
>Write-in
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>>5359824
>Slap on the wrist?
If that SOMEHOW doesn't work
>Don the MAD and signal Snuggletuff!
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>>5359833
Support
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>>5359833
Yes
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>>5359824
>>5359833
+1
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>>5359824
>Tell her she's got an overgrown tooth and it isn't symmetrical
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>>5359833
Backing this.
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>>5359833
>>5359986
>>5360102
>>5360152
>>5360195
>>5360215

>Slap on the wrist?
"Your feeble frame could not withstand such an attack. Cutting of the hands is usually reserved for thieves..."
The Tyrant looks down at your cybernetic hands, snorting
"And it looks as though you've been punished for it already."

>Tell her she's got an overgrown tooth and it isn't symmetrical
"All kits of my dear mother bear some... mutation or another. Snuggletuff was born a pale and sickly mewler who would have perished beneath the sun. Mine... is much more special, I've found recently."
She turns her eyes to Reb, eying the tomboy up and giving her a second sniff
"This one as well, other than ears and a tail of cloth, bears an abnormality. Though what it is..."

>Don the MAD and signal Snuggletuff!
While Tumbleruff is focused on contemplating your Small Titty Tomboy GF, you swiftly slap the MAD onto your head and call out to Snuggletuff, telling her you've been made and it's time to start the attack! She gives a great roar into your mind, followed by the bellowing of an army's war cry that echoes over the Colosseum walls from off in the distance!

"Arise! Arise, Strays of Bastet! Fell deeds awake, come with me through fire and war! Fang-time, claw-time, shields are splintered ere the red day end! Ride now, ride and be witnessed! Ride for ruin, in the name of the White Lion!"

The horns and drums of war are sounded and the ground begins to rumble. The sounds of engines, battle songs, and cries of bloodthirst oppose the stronghold as the Colosseum buzzes alive to man the defenses. Catgirl warriors bound overhead with weapons in hand, shouting to one another and sounding the great bells of alarm. Tumbleruff turns her head up to the direction of her sister's voice, growling and bringing you close to her face
"I was a bit too late with catching you rats, I see. How... challenging. You two will stay close at hand, or I will turn you inside out as if you were a puppet."

Reb looks to you for the next move, looking mighty uncomfortable in the Catqueen's grasp
>Try not to think about what her threat implies and go along with Tumbleruff
>Have the two of you slip out of your tops and book it away as fast as possible
>Use the DARK and MYSTERIOUS powers of the MAD to get out of this sticky situation
>Write-in
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>>5360617
>Have the two of you slip out of your tops and book it away as fast as possible
Reb doesn't want us overusing the MAD, and she's probably right. We have an addictive personality.
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>>5360617
>Yell "WOAH WHAT'S THAT!" while pointing in a random direction then escape while she is distracted
>Have the two of you slip out of your tops and book it away as fast as possible
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>>5360617
>Try not to think about what her threat implies and go along with Tumbleruff

i'm thinking about what her threat implies
she must have some way to make flesh stretchy, otherwise turning people inside out would tear them up like a poorly flipped fried egg becomes scrambled
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>>5360671
>>5360673
>>5360682

>Yell "WOAH WHAT'S THAT!" while pointing in a random direction then escape while she is distracted
>Have the two of you slip out of your tops and book it away as fast as possible
Hitting the tyrant with the oldest trick in the book, you manage to slip out of your denim vest and Reb swiftly unclasps her little shoulder cape! Dropping to the ground, the both of you bolt away from the Royal Cat Authority at top speeds! Shouts and hisses and the clanging of steel nips at your heels, Reb pulling you along to snake through the many shanty shacks and hopefully lose your pursuers for long enough to formulate a plan of action.

Once you have a moment to breathe, you do so with gusto and heave lightheaded for much needed air. It wasn't the longest of sprints, but boy if it didn't leave you and your lazy bones winded!
"Mart! Hey! C'mon guy, keep it together!"
The tomboy bats your cheek to help you get a grip, looking like she barely took a step herself
"You think you'll live? Alright... well, I guess that means no more puppet theater. To be honest, I'm glad things are finally kickin' off! Means we're one step closer to gettin' everything squared away, right?"

An explosion rocks the wall of the great junk fort, leaving a great hole for the warriors of Snuggletuff to pour through! A cry of breaching sounds out from the attackers before both Catgirls and bandits engage in melee, backed by gunslingers and sharpshooters taking potshots into the mass of bodies. Defenders pour barrels of toxic waste down the walls as their enemies attempt to climb, big rig trucks loaded up with huge guns trade fire with turret towers, and Catgirl war shamans bless their warriors with ritual paints and a puff of berserking powder that sends them into a feline frenzy.

Rebecca sighs and hunkers down beside you, dragging a finger through the dirt
"Okay! We need a plan! I wanna keep my and your hides intact, so where do you think we should head from here?"

She gives you a smile and a thumbs up
"Let's think positive, got it?"
>Look for a way to escape the Colosseum
>Head for the throne room, it's probably the safest
>Try and help Snuggletuff take down the loyal Catgirls
>Write-in
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>>5360836
>Try and help Snuggletuff take down the loyal Catgirls
Let's try sourcing some tuna (maybe Gillian knows a fix?) and headscritches.
Snuggletuff will be a very useful ally against our corporate overlords.
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>>5360836
>Try and help Snuggletuff take down the loyal Catgirls
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>>5360836
>Try and help Snuggletuff take down the loyal Catgirls
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>>5360836
>Head for the throne room, it's probably the safest
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>>5360845
>>5361087
>>5361092
>>5361104

>Try and help Snuggletuff take down the loyal Catgirls
"You... You mean like fighting? In all of that?"
Though not usually one to back down from a challenge, even Reb pales at the idea when she lays eyes on the battle
"Look. I, uh, I like a good fight as much at the next girl, but... That's gonna be a slaughter, Mart. I'm talkin' nothin' left to bury type shit."
As if on cue, one of the Catgirls throws a handful of Snuggletuff's bandits into the air just as another bounds into the air. With a single punch, the entire group is reduced to a red mist that sprinkles slowly back down into the fight. While your ally's gaggle of shmucks has numbers and numbers to spare, the cats are leagues above in terms of power and prowess.
Reb gulps. "See what I mean? But you don't mean it like that right? You're not just gonna go runnin' in like you got a death wish, right? You have a better idea, right?"

"Right?"
>WITNESS ME
>Contact Snuggletuff and try to get the gang regrouped
>Scheme to take down Tumbleruff herself
>Write-in
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>>5361404
>WITNESS ME
>Scheme to take down Tumbleruff herself
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>>5361404
>Scheme to take down Tumbleruff herself
She's strong, but she's not immortal. Collapse a whole fucking building on her, or somethin'.
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>>5361404
>Try sourcing some tuna (maybe Gillian knows a fix?) and headscritches
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>>5361404
>Scheme to take down Tumbleruff herself
>Pat her head
She looks very worried so some reassuring head pats are needed!
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>>5361404
>>5361486

>Scheme to take down Tumbleruff herself
>Pat her head
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>>5361410
>>5361420
>>5361427
>>5361486
>>5361493

>Scheme to take down Tumbleruff herself
She might have arms like megapythons, a coat-straining chest, and more rock solid abs than you could ever dream to have, but she can still bleed. And if it bleeds...
Reb takes a peek around the corner of some rubble you've ducked behind. "Looks like the coast's clear. Kitties must've thought they had bigger fish to fry."
She looks back to you and gives a big, sharp-toothed grin. "Which gives us the first move!"

Around the walls of the Colosseum more explosions blast open more holes, letting more and more attackers into the fortress and spreading the defenders thin to cover the new entrances. The manpower issue is made all the worse when Snuggletuff herself appears on the battlefield --Gillian clinging to her back for dear life-- and calls the catgirls you've converted to her side! The power balance has shifted dramatically, tilting hard in you and your allies' favors. Through the dirt roads around you the young and elderly alike take refuge indoors, A few bands of bandits having slipped through into the inner parts of the Colosseum and seem to be heading for the large pyramid-style structure at the very center. Tumbleruff's palace...

>Pat her head
Reb gives you a squint and lightly jabs your ribs with her fingers
"Yeah yeah, I'm dressed like a cat. Wasn't funny the first ten billion times!"
She crosses her arms and huffs through her nose, but seems more collected than before. Kitty grrr.

"Alright enough with the pats, we don't got all day here! Where we headin'?"
>Blend in with the bandits and make for the palace
>Stick around the streets to keep an eye on the innocents for a bit
>Track Tumbleruff and the Royal Cat Authority on your own
>Write-in
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>>5361703
>Blend in with the bandits and make for the palace
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>>5361703
>Stick around the streets to keep an eye on the innocents for a bit
Is Martin King not a friend to the lowly?
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>>5361703
>>5361728
Actually gonna change my vote to
>Stick around the streets to keep an eye on the innocents for a bit
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>>5361728
>>5361731
>>5361749

>Stick around the streets to keep an eye on the innocents for a bit
Seeing groups of bandits prowl the streets for unsuspecting victims doesn't fill you with warm and fuzzy feelings. Snuggletuff didn't snatch any of these guys for their upright moral compasses or love for all living things. They're meant to be dubious meat shields and expendable fodder, and the way that one just licked his lips watching a group escape into a home sends a shiver down your spine...
Reb nods in solidarity, cracking her knuckles. "I was thinkin' the same thing. We can always make a little time for crackin' bad dudes' heads, even if they're workin' for our feline overlord."
She rips a length of steel pipe from a pile of junk, batting it into her palm and cracking a grin. She's ready for action

A band of four ne'er-do-wells makes their way over to the curtain door of an abode and snicker impishly at one another. Each wields a junk blade, wears a scrap of sheet metal over their chest at most, and looks to be intent on doing a bit of good old fashioned village pillaging. The leader among them also has a long, lightweight maroon coat that's become ratty over its many laundry machineless days. They could spring their attack at any moment!

You're armed with your [STURDY CYBERFISTS] and decked out in some [DARKHOLMâ„¢ SLAVE GEAR]. You also have the [MAD] on you, just in case, as well as the element of surprise...
>Sneak up on the bandits and launch a surprise attack!
>Charge the group side by side with Reb, Badlands style!
>Call out and catch their attention from the middle of the road, jangling your spurs and fetish straps
>Leave the fine gentlemen be, surely you're overreacting
>Write-in
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>>5362453
>Sneak up on the bandits and launch a surprise attack!
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>>5362453
>Sneak up on the bandits and launch a surprise attack!
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>>5362453
have reb distract them, with her butt
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>>5362453
>Sneak up on the bandits and launch a surprise attack!
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>>5362453
>Call out and catch their attention from the middle of the road, jangling your spurs and fetish straps

remind them of their duty
of getting splattered by catgirls
god I wish those xbox hueg catgirls would just pounce and fuckin murder me by landing with their 5000 pound steel solid bodies on my head
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>>5362456
>>5362485
>>5362524
>>5362555
>>5363005

>Sneak up on the bandits and launch a surprise attack!
While the bandits distract themselves with talk of plunder, killing, and other dirty deeds, you and Reb easily manage to get the drop on them! Clenching your metallic fists together you club one over the back of the head, and Reb takes out another's knees before delivering a nasty tooth-rattling crack with her pipe.

Two down, the other two quickly whip around to face their friends' assailants. The goon looks about ready to bolt now that their gaggle's numbers are cut in half, but the maroon-coated leader keeps his holding his ground.
The leader drawls in a nasally, snake-like voice. "Haaah? Whassis, couple 'a goody-goodies come to spoil the fun? Well, I don't see why you can't join in! 'Specially you, li'l lady~" He points the tip of his blade towards Rebecca and gives his sash belt a tug.
"You'd better keep that derringer in your holster before you lose it, creep!" She spits in his face, to his apparent delight. The tomboy cringes and takes a step back, readying her pipe
"Hoo-hoo, I like it when they got spunk! Makes it all the more fun for me an' my boys! Now lemme show you what kinda 'derringer' you two's dealin' with."
The leader digs into his pants and pulls out a dirty old revolver with a barrel as long as his forearm! He clicks the hammer back and points it at the two of you.

/ / / / / BANDITS ATTACK! / / / / /

LEADER THREAT LEVEL [15]
GOON THREAT LEVEL [10]

Pick a target and attack!
>Way of Fist (Roll 1d20)
>Way of Sexbot (Roll 2d20, take highest)
>Way of Tomboy (Tag out)
>Flee
>Write-in (Roll 1d20 if attack)
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>>5363411
>Way of Sexbot (Roll 2d20, take highest)

can't argue with that dice advantage
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>>5363411
Throw something heavy at him. That uaually works.
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>>5363411
>Way of Sexbot (Roll 2d20, take highest)
This gon' be brutal
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>>5363422
>>5363431

>Way of Sexbot
You whistle and soon hear the sounds of your Forni-maid barreling towards your location at top speed. A shadow casts over the unaware bandits as Amanda leaps into the air...

Pick your target and roll the dice! First come first served
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Rolled 5, 8 = 13 (2d20)

>>5363476
It's gonna look weird if she goes for the skinny bandit on the left from that position

So I pick the skinny bandit on the left
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>>5363480
>5, 8
Hahaha, fuck.
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>>5363480
(You can roll with your vote btw)

>FAILURE [8<15]
...And unceremoniously flops to the ground with a thud. Your maid might have over 300 pounds of pussy and ass, but she is severely lacking when it comes to combat.
"A-Ahaha... Hi nyaster..." Amanda chuckles nervously, looking up at you from the dirt

Both BANDITS exchange a look before the leader aims at the android and fires, striking right in the buttcheek! Amanda lets out a cry and grabs its rear in simulated pain.

!!! AMANDA IS [DOWN] !!!

>Way of Fist (Roll 1d20)
>Way of Chuuni (Don the MAD)
>Way of Tomboy (Tag out)
>Flee
>Write-in (Roll 1d20 if attack)
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>5363488
>Write-in (Roll 1d20 if attack)
Way of the Combat Couple! Tag team with Reb!
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>5363488
>Way of Fist (Roll 1d20)
she tried
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>>5363488
>>5363490
+1 Nice role
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>>5363490
very nice
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>>5363490
Uwaa
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>>5363490
>>5363502
>>5363514
>>5363771
>>5363797

>Way of COMBAT COUPLE
>SUCCESS [19>15]
As the two bandits snicker at the agonized Fornicator, Reb calls out to you,
"Mart, gimme a boost!"
And hops into your hands. Thankfully, due to her small stature and feather-like weight, even your noodle arms can hoist her high into the air! Spinning as she comes back down to earth, she lets her pipe strike down with a resounding crack on the leader's head. His face is left in a small crater in the ground, absolutely done for.

!!! LEADER IS DEFEATED !!!

With that display of brutality, the GOON decides to cut his losses and book it while he still can. He's not getting paid enough for this, or at all for that matter.

/ / / / / BANDITS DEFEATED! / / / / /

Reb wipes her brow and kicks the broken brigands into a neat pile before giving you a thumbs up
"Nice work, guy! I knew those dorks never stood a chance." She laughs, hoisting the pipe over her shoulder

Somewhere in the alleys, among the battle sounds and whines of Amanda-3500, you hear a shuffling and soft footsteps.
>Check on Amanda
>Investigate noise
>Get the gang moving on Tumbleruff's trail
>Write-in
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>>5364089
>Get the gang moving on Tumbleruff's trail

Gotta keep on top of her.
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>>5364089
>Check on Amanda
We've really put our poor Dorothy-chan through the ringer.
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>>5364089
>Check on Amanda
She got shot in the ass so probably a good idea.
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>>5364127
>>5364132
>>5364213

>Check on Amanda
"O-Oww... I forgot how much getting hurt sucks..."
The Forni-maid rubs her rear, gingerly touching the fabled fourth hole in her cheek. Thankfully, the damage seems to be superficial as Amanda stretches and makes sure her parts are in working order.
"Um, I-I think Dorothy's okay, master! Nothing a trip to the shop can't fix, right? Sorry I wasn't more useful..."
"Eh, don't sweat it! You were a great distraction, Mandy!" Reb snickers and smacks the Fornicator on the ass, causing a pained yelp

The noises from the shadows stop, and for a moment the world is silent. Then you hear the clicking of a gun preparing to fire.
"Martin King." A familiar, gothy voice calls your name followed by the scent of cigarette smoke. "Don't make any sudden moves, we're here to check your progress..."
The gruff, cyberized voice of a death machine speaks up as well. "Yeah! I think it's 'bout time you handed over that chip thingy. Where's it at, huh?"

Uh oh. Looks like LO-INC. finally caught up to you.
>Tell them it's in your brain
>Just greet them for now, no need to spill the beans just yet
>Scatter, it's the fuzz!
>Fight! You took on these bandits, this will definitely go the same way
>Write-in
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>>5364268
>Just greet them for now, no need to spill the beans just yet
>Offer to go retrieve the chip if they can help you sort out this whole cat civil war situation first
Then hope Tumbleruff or Snuggletuff take them down in the process
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>>5364268
>tell them uuuuuh tumbleruff stole it from you
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Yeh, let's tell them to help against tumbleruff. Maybe find a way to trick then into thinking she destroyed it.
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>>5364268
>Tumblruff totally stole it from us
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>>5364274
>>5364535
>>5364574
>>5364627

>Just greet them for now, no need to spill the beans just yet
>tell them uuuuuh tumbleruff stole it from you
>Offer to go retrieve the chip if they can help you sort out this whole cat civil war situation first
You turn around to greet the LO-INC. agents, finding GOTH JOY and JUNKO CRUSHER to be among them. The front desk girl, squeezed into a tight tactical bodysuit and held together by straps, points a handcannon far too big for anyone to fire practically right at your chest. Junko stands her ground as the squad moves to surround you, running her gaze over your group.
"Tumbleruff?" Joy asks, "Isn't that the big one? Or uh... the one leading the other cats, yeah. Not the pale one."
Junko revvs up her arm gun. Not as a threat, but a tick born from annoyance and an overabundance of firepower. "Why the hell'd you let her do that, idiot?! You'd better believe you're helpin' get it back. Ain't no way we're cleanin' up your mess all by ourselves!"

>Tumblruff totally stole it from us
Joy squints sideways at you as you repeat yourself, looking you up and down before settling on the melted plastic in your ear. Just as she's about to speak up however, Junko grumbles at the figure shaking behind you.
"You're new. I remember the sexbot from HQ, but- Hang on a sec. You're a..."

For the first time, you see Reb trembling in fear as she hides away from the towering cyborg and covers her nose with her hands. Even before when you talked about diving into the battle there was some confidence still in her voice. But now Reb is frozen, petrified under her scrutiny like she's seeing a real boogeyman with her own two eyes. She can't even squeak out half a word as Junko takes a few steps forwards.

Rebecca's feet are rooted to the spot, and the circuits are quickly starting to fire in Junko's head.
>Reveal Reb to Junko, see where this goes
>Try to change the subject, you won't risk losing her again
>Come clean about the chip and Amanda, honesty is the best policy
>Write-in
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>>5365152
>>Try to change the subject, you won't risk losing her again
>>Come clean about the chip and Amanda, honesty is the best policy
Distract them with the bs. This should distract them long enough to forget about reb.
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We can't tell then about the chip, or else they'll just open up our fucking head. Let's change the subject.
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>>5365152
>Try to change the subject, you won't risk losing her again
>Come clean about the chip and Amanda, honesty is the best policy
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>>5365173
Well yes, but they might also do the same to Reb, you got any other subject to talk about???
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>>5365152
>Try to change the subject, you won't risk losing her again
>>Focus on the cat civil war and, ahem, "getting the chip back from Tumbleruff"

>>5365205
>got any other subject to talk about???
Yes.
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>>5365152
>Try to change the subject, you won't risk losing her again

Tell them we already allied with Snuggletuff to get that chip back, but we didn't have the physical prowess to actually take her on, and we're worried it would be damaged in a catgirl fight so we'd better hurry.
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>>5365156
>>5365173
>>5365198
>>5365205
>>5365236
>>5365376

>Try to change the subject, you won't risk losing her again
>Come clean about the chip and Amanda, honesty is the best policy
You grab Joy and Junko's attention away from Reb for long enough to show them the neural storage device melted into your ear socket. Their jaws go slack, and Amanda backs you up in blocking off the tomboy by stepping up to your side
"W-Well, you see..." Amanda taps their fingertips together and relays the chain of events that led you to this situation. Plugging your brain, teleporting to the desert, jacking into a crazy android, all the things a corporate employer would want to know. By the end Joy's face is in her hands and Junko is looking at you absolutely dumbfounded. There's a short, hopeful pause given by your maid that is quickly broken by the cyborg death machine

"You're fuckin' with me, right..." Junko looks back to Joy for some input. "I mean, ain't no WAY you actually went an' did all that shit right after makin' a [PINKY PROMISE], right. Even I ain't that dumb!"
Joy pulls her face out of her palms and takes a deep pull from her cigarette. "Yeah, so uh... Listen dude. I know we had a thing going, but I think I gotta tell Ms. Lo about this... Sorry, I REALLY don't wanna lose this job."

She turns around and faces up her wrist, HDD popping up and connecting to the boss! Junko takes a step back from the group and revvs her weapons again.
"Tryin' to sneak one past me, then admittin' to it? That chip really did fry your braincase! What the hell's your game here, huh?"

>What do you do?
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>>5365664
>"I just don't want to be owned by these corporations. Don't you ever feel like that?"
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Why the hell did you people admit to it? This is plain retarded...
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>>5365664
>"This chip makes me do all kind of crazy shot, I dodnt plan for any of this, do you really think I wanted to be in the middle of a catgirl bloodfeud? I made a judgment call to preserve your fucking tech, give me a break."
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>>5365664
fuck I can't believe people voted to admit to it
or that it won, I thought we had 3 for subject change vs 2 for admit

uuuuh
tell them there's a catgirl herd coming right for us and then run away
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>>5365695
Agreed, but it is what it is. Let's roll with it.
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>>5365678
>>5365695
>>5365758

>"This chip makes me do all kind of crazy shot, I dodnt plan for any of this, do you really think I wanted to be in the middle of a catgirl bloodfeud? I made a judgment call to preserve your fucking tech, give me a break."
>"I just don't want to be owned by these corporations. Don't you ever feel like that?"
"Eh? Do I ever feel like..." Junko scratches her nose as her words trail off. Something looks to be missing from her. Her B.A.N.D.A.G.E.
She trills her lips, or does the best she can with a metal jaw, and leans down closer to your eye level. Amanda blushes.

"Nobody wants to be owned, little man, but that's just the way shit is. For hundreds 'a years, from here to all the way back East, it's little guys working for big guys working for bigger guys all wanting to be the biggest guy. Ain't nobody nowhere not owned by someone, not even those dumbasses headin' off to Mars thinkin' it'll turn out different. Not even me!"
The cyborg huffs a bitter laugh though her nose, leaning her head to the side to look at the frozen tomboy. The corners of her mouth rise a smidge and when next she speaks her voice seems a slight pitch higher
"But yeah, I guess somewhere in me I do. Heck, if I didn't, then I bet there wouldn't be any runaways like this one, huh? I'm livin' comfy, don't gotta worry 'bout starvin' no more, I even get to work with my best friend, so... I don't get why I'd wanna be free from it."
Joy continues her call in the background, a frustrated Hua Lo on the HDD screen

"Whadda you wanna be free for?"

>What do you do?
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>>5365944
>True peace is not merely the absende of tension; it is the presence of justice
This was justa meaningless truism we heard in historical dramas... But the we met Reb, a brainwashed slave. We frees her. She saved us. Now we know...

>The ultimate measurss of a man (or tomboy) is not where they stand in moments of convenience, but where they stand at times of challenge and controversy

We stand with Reb. We stand with Amanda, and Dorothy too.
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>>5365944
>>5366052
+1
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>>5366052
Sure, i suppose
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>>5366052
>>5365944

Backing this.



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