Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>13-11-2014, 18:59:44</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> ???<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom.<br><br>It was an amazingly simple thing, the demon mused, to slip in through the open window of the girl's bedroom. Her red eyes, slit like a cat's, took in the dim illumination of the room, idly casting over the numerous photos that lined the walls. That was most of the reason the demon was here, to be honest. Despite all the warnings about becoming attached, she'd been following her victim for weeks now. Stalking, really... Such a distasteful word.<br><br>The truth was, the demon was so overwhelmingly wound up that she could no longer control her impulses. She needed desperately to... For lack of a better term, 'stick it in' someone. Vigorously, in multiple positions. It was an urge that came over those of her race, and usually they'd find some unsuspecting bystander to unload on. This time, however...<br><br>The demon strode towards the bed, as silent as a whisper on the wind, and gently removed the covers. Her chosen partner was a true beauty, delicate and gorgeous. Not just her body, but everything about the girl drove the demon to incredible heights of arousal. Irresistible heights.<br><br>A quick whisper of magic ensured that when the girl awoke she'd believe the whole experience to be a dream. A second whisper removed her clothing, exposing her pale flesh to the shimmering moonlight. Levitating her own naked body over the sleeping girl, she reached down to gently stroke her face.<br><br>They weren't so different, really. The demon was better endowed, her own D cup breasts hanging low in her position. The girl, Emma, had fairer skin. Their hair was of similar length, though the demon's was a gorgeous red, the color of spilled blood.<br><br>With a giggle, the demon leaned forwards, placing a chaste kiss upon the girl's lips. "Wake up sleepy-head, I have a surprise for you." She murmured, grinning widely. Oh she had a surprise alright, and she could feel it growing between her legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>14-11-2014, 09:34:29</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br><hr><br>A strange new perfume, foreign to her boudoir of ruffled bedskirts and heaped fashion magazines, tickled Emma's brain. A soft, wet press to her lips- an automatic purse in kind- and she started to open her eyes. Her other senses had already prepared her for something tantalizing, which was good, because without her glasses she didn't make out much of the demon at all. She squinted, blinked, wrinkled her nose, making out the color crimson and soft curves. "Hm? Wha?" And Emma was naked. She pat down the bed for a sheet to draw across the hopeful swell of her breasts, and that small shift was enough to realize that she was commando, too. The only explanation was that she'd been <em>really </em>into her own cunt the night before.<br><br>"Are you, um..." The bedsheets must have slipped clear off the bed, leaving her hopelessly naked, walled in by the demon's body. Instead of covers, her fingers went to the nightstand for her glasses. They went on askew, she was in such a hurry to confirm that this girl was also naked. And she was. "Wow. Are you, like, in the right room?" A shiver. She expected to be cold, naked in the bed, the window open, a night breeze drifting through the red hair above her. Just the opposite, she was hot to the touch as her fingers rest on the demon's arm. Wait, no, that wasn't what she'd meant to do- she had meant to touch one of those perfect double dees. Her depth perception was just a little off. Fingers brushed back on target, and closed around soft flesh that made her giggle.&nbsp; "Omigod I totally touched your boob."<br><br>There was a clothesline pinned with chic photos dancing above them in the breeze, but none of those girls looked like <em>this. </em>From her shelves a dozen different stuffed animals bore witness with round pink smiles, but their witness wasn't enough. With a hiccuped gasp Emma roused to reach for her camera. The strap brushed past the first grope of her fingers over the edge of the bed, but she didn't want to take her eyes off the demon. Her gaze traveled down, down, down. Was her visitor... levitating? "You're so hot. This is so hot. Let me get my camera." There, she had it at the tips of her fingers. She turned her bubble backside, so firm and taut, to the demon's growing erection in order to lift the camera onto the bed. "I want to remember this forever."<br><br>But of course, pictures would be evidence. That just couldn't be allowed!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>14-11-2014, 15:42:41</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Sexy Succubus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom<br><br>Leaning back slightly to enjoy her partner's reaction, the demon was not disappointed in the least. The awkward fumbling, the adorable giggle, even the way her glasses sat askew on her nose sent another wave of lust through her body. For surely demons couldn't feel love. She smiled widely as fingers found her breast, letting out a small moan of frustration as they pulled away too soon.<br><br>"Where are you going?" She moaned seductively, as Emma turned away from her to reach for her camera. Her eyes fixed immediately on the girl's delicious looking rear. Swooping forwards, she pressed her entire body into the back of the white-haired beauty, relying on the feeling of her warm body against that smooth pale skin to pin her in place. <br><br>"You aren't running away are you?" She teased, her breasts pressing into the girl's back, and her hips and growing erection pressing against her pert bottom. Her face nuzzled into the girl's soft curls, taking in her scent as deft fingers teased across a smooth stomach. "I don't have to... Tie you up... Do I?" She whispered into her ear, giving it a soft lick for emphasis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>14-11-2014, 22:43:11</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br><hr><br>In her dreams, something always prevented her from running away, so already this was feeling like a dream. Part of it was the warm body against her back, holding her grounded and asking her to submit, but even for all the butterflies in her stomach she couldn't have run. An instinct compelled her to stay. "No? You're smoking hot right now. I just need a picture." The camera snaked up onto the bed as she led by the strap, but Emma couldn't even see where the lens was pointed. When she snapped the selfie over her shoulder, the shot promised to be dark and blurry and likely not even feature the demon.<br><br>It would be most sensible to turn around and focus the camera, but it felt so perfect to be held like this, with those luscious breasts pooled against her shoulders. She couldn't stop her back from arching, and the valley of her bottom from searching curiously at the ridge in the demon's lap. What was that, even? The tight curve of her derriere pushed tight against it to be spooned by the female hips on the other side. At the woman's fingertips, the soft, virgin skin of her tummy protested delicately before melting to the touch.<br><br>"But I mean, if you wanted to... if you wanted to tie me up and do weird stuff to me, I'd promise not to scream." With finicky little movements, shy of the lick to her ear, she righted her glasses so they wouldn't slip from her button nose, and propped up on her elbows to adjust the settings of her camera. The languorous curve of her back as she dipped under the weight of the demon's breasts and rose back up to smother her cock was a testament to how flexible her softball training had left her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>14-11-2014, 23:58:47</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Sexy Succubus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom<br><br>"Oh, you mean I can do whatever I want to you?" The demon purred seductively in Emma's ear, her breath hot and moist on her neck. "You're such a naughty girl..." Teasingly, she leaned her head in to playfully nip and lick at the girl's smooth neck. Her fingers deftly trailed upwards, across the toned tummy and twirling around her bellybutton for a moment. Up they traveled, gently gliding under the swell of her breasts and teasing their way up and around.<br><br>"You have a wonderful body, darling. It's so smooth, and soft... So... Pristine." She cooed in the girl's ear, dragging her fingernails gently across the sensitive skin of Emma's breasts, and gently gliding her palms over the perky nipples in the process. "The biggest challenge is deciding where to touch you first."<br><br>"Do I play with these beautiful breasts? Or this wonderful bottom?" She giggled, grinding her hips forwards a moment. "Do I lick at this gorgeous neck? Or these adorable nipples? Or maybe that delicious looking cunt?"<br><br>Her chest pressed forwards, voluptuous breasts and rock hard nipples flattening against Emma's back. "Do I plunge my tongue into you? Or... Something else? Oh I can hardly decide..." Seeing the camera come up once more, the demon gave a sly grin. <br><br>"Ah ah, none of that." She teased, turning the girl over on the bed. With a swift but gentle motion, she guided the girl's arms over her head, leaving her entirely exposed. The strap of the camera came off, deftly used to bind her wrists to the headboard. "Oh my, oh my... You do look good like this..." The demon grinned like a cat that ate the canary. <br><br>"How about something to commemorate the occasion?" She joked, raising the camera and pointing it down at Emma's nude body. "Say... Hmm, cheese doesn't sound right. Oh, I know! Say 'Cock!'."
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				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 07:10:25</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br><hr><br>That bite to her nape elicited such a sharp jump that her platinum curls came tumbling down her face instead, and she went forward into the makeshift bondage with a groan and a shiver. It was true that she was soft- she was soft at her wrists, where the strap bit down and discouraged any squirming. She was soft in the shoulders, where her muscles relaxed under the crush of the demon's heavy breasts, letting the fantasy of being undone by a single loop of leather pour down her. But as soft as she was on the outside, she was much softer on the inside.<br><br>She didn't want any picture taken of her face. Her bottom wagged to raise between the lens and what she felt were her distinctive ears, bringing into focus her candy pink holes just to spare her face from being caught on camera. "Mf." Her slim body twitched with ticklish jolts now at the demon's touch, and stretched out this way there was a lot of curved back for each jolt to pass through. "Cock," she said again, this time without the pillow to her face. "You like that word? Cock?" Her willowy arms tightened against her restraints to test for herself that she couldn't slip free. She couldn't- and that excited her.<br><br>"I'd look good with a cock, all hot and fat for you. I'd roll you up over the duvet and hammer that booty for days, yeah?" Breathing heavy, she twisted to see what was going on behind her, seeing only the beautiful edges of the demon's curves. "Hammering all those little spots you never found for yourself, just hammering. You'd say <em>oh, Emma, I came too many times, you're making me crazy. </em>But I won't stop cuz it's all brand new and I've got to break it in with your juicy pussy, too."<br><br>It was having the opposite effect that she hoped for. It was Emma who was getting excited by this, and now with no way to touch herself. A second tug at her bondage, this time resenting it. "Hn. So, are you going to lick me, or what?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 14:51:30</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom<br><br>"Oh I would most certainly like that..." The succubus purred, shivering slightly as this adorable girl spoke such dirty words. The camera snapped again, taking a picture of the girl's soft pink hole alongside the demon's steel-hard erection.<br><br>Putting the camera aside for a moment, she leaned forwards to capture the girl's lips in a deep kiss. Her hands came up to grope at Emma's breasts, all traces of subtlety and teasing gone, only passion remaining. Her tongue pushed forwards, entering Emma's mouth and teasing over the large front teeth, finding them adorably endearing. <br><br>"I'd considered eating you, you know?" The demon teased, moving her mouth to kiss along the girl's jaw and whisper in her ear. "But then... You want a cock, right? So how about I give you one?" Her hips shifted, dragging the warm hot shaft down across the soaked lips in a long smooth stroke. The broad flat head of it bumped up against Emma's entrance and paused, slowly, teasingly, grinding its way in.<br><br>The camera found its way into the demon's hands again, snapping another picture of the girl's innocent pussy being slowly split open. "Now that's a sight to see..." The demon purred.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 04:34:29</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br><hr><br>The first rub across her drooling pussy she could've mistaken for a hand, and the nuzzle against her entrance, that might've been two fingers. She was too busy chasing the demon's lips to the limits of her bondage to really tell. The flash was illuminating her naked body, capturing moments where Adorbs Emma was nothing but a bedroom-eyed slut steering her petite hips toward pleasure. Either these were some thick sausage fingers pushing into her, or...<br><br>"You've got a cock." Her tight realization squeezed around the tip, already only wide enough to accommodate the little experimental adventures that happened around campus. Breathless, dazed, she was still catching up. "It's going in me." At just half the demon's length she needed to be stretched, and it was going to be a fight to cram in. Emma didn't fight back. Slim legs opened so she could see what the camera was seeing, thighs drenched with anticipation. She couldn't see the satin candy pink of her cunt wrapping around the demon with each push, but she could feel it.<br><br>"That's not fair, I want one!" Now she was indignant and squeaking. How was it that some girls were getting cocks and others weren't? This was just like the parking permit thing all over again. Twiggy but determined thighs, accustomed to running the bases and chasing down foul balls, boxed in the demon's thrusting hips and squeezed, asking her to make a furious <em>push push push </em>to hilt herself. It hurt- it abraded the tender skin of her thighs, and pried her open, and stretched with a pressure that brought water to her eyes- but it was a good hurt. "Give it to me, you hussy!"<br><br>If her hands were free, she would've been pulling hair. Instead she could only squeeze, until she was flush and trembling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 05:00:34</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom<br><br>"You want one?" The succubus giggled, hands gripping and squeezing the ass of the girl below her. Se closed her eyes and groaned lowly as she was 'encouraged' forwards. "I'll give you one alright. How do you want it to look? Describe it for me?"<br><br>She slid forwards slowly, despite her partner's frenzied insistence, inch after inch pushing in at a steady pace. It was deliciously tight, wonderfully wet and felt oh so good inside of her. "You know what I'm going to do to you?" She asked, panting slightly as her cock finally bottomed out in the girl. The head of it bumped around deep in her insides as she sucked in a deep lungful of air. <br><br>"I'm going to fuck you so roughly that you're going to be sore in the morning." Her hands reached up to maul at the girl's tits, squeezing, tugging and pinching at her nipples. "I'm going to make you cum all over it, and then I'm going to fill you up with a nice..." She pulled out, and slammed the shaft back in. "Hot..." Again, she withdrew and plunged forwards. "Load."<br><br>She giggled, watching the way Emma's body jerked about from the force of the thrusting. "And then?" She whispered, leaning forwards so that her hot breath washed over her bound victim's ear. "Then I'm going to do this deliciously adorable ass... And your mouth... Hmm... Ass and mouth? Mouth and ass? Which order would you prefer?" She giggled, reaching down to spread Emma's cheeks.<br><br>The camera came up again, snapping another lewd picture. This time of the girl's bubble-gum pink cunt stretched tightly around her cock, and a single finger gently prying open her rear hole.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 09:11:39</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s16.postimg.org/9k7ioyzwl/Kimjustwokeup.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kim's Bedroom</div><br><hr><br>An alarm clock rang out, its annoyance pulsing in an all too familiar and dreadful ring. That came to an end abruptly when a leg flew out from under the covers of a nearby bed, planted square on the LED display and pushed forward- throwing the alarm right off the nightstand, unplugging it as it sprawled onto the floor. Emerging from underneath the covers, Kim sat up and frowned. Too early... Much, much too early.<br><br>The girl was wearing nothing but a loose shirt and tank top underneath- having eschewed panties at... some point in the night. She rubbed her eye, then paused for a moment- looking at her fist. She extended her fingers out and gave it one sniff. Two sniffs. No wonder her panties were gone, hidden somewhere in the sheets. Must have been knuckle deep... She yawned, throwing her arms out to the side as she hopped off the side of her bed. Barely passing a glance towards her fallen alarm clock, she gave it one good kick- throwing it against the wall. She had only a tuft of red hair over her womanhood, now uncovered by her bedsheets.<br><br>She went over to her dresser, pulling it open to reveal, front and center, her school uniform. What a pain it was. She'd rather just go in her own clothes. Fortunately, the dress code wasn't exactly enforced all that well. Heck, that box-girl got away with wearing a get-up of cardboard... though Kim had to wonder if she still wore the uniform underneath. In any event, she began the torturous process of getting ready. First her bra, a B cup.. though that might have been being generous to herself. Next came her spandex shorts, eschewing normal underwear or the stockings most everyone else wore.<br><br>Kim stopped in the mirror, turning around and admiring her own butt- round and black in the skin-tight fabric. She had <em>that</em> going for her at least. Then came the red skirt and the long-sleeved dress shirt (which she promptly rolled up the sleeves and forgot about), the black shoes and vest came next. Popping her collar out, she added the last article- a red tie. She spent quite some time adjusting it, but found that she was never going to get it looking absolutely proper.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 09:25:46</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br><hr><br>What should it look like? Emma found it difficult to picture with the demon's body grinding down between her thighs. The mattress springs creaked beneath her as full penetration was made, and her squeeze released. The strength left her thighs. With the next hard thrust, her thighs trapped between their bodies. "Just like yours." Down the demon's hips thud, and her knees almost touched her shoulders. "Thick, as thick as my wrist, and... just that deep." Her hips went up each time her legs were pinned down, and she popped up to greet the demon's thrusts, compressed by the angle. "Right like that."<br><br>A rabbit's tooth smile snuck out when she felt the demon's fingers smear across her modest breasts. Her laugh was half giddy, half frightened by pawing that left little pink lines on her hills. Every little scratch just made her more sensitive for the cruel tugging that followed. "With like, a li'l curve and a fat mushroom helmet." Right back in the demon plunged, and Emma couldn't talk anymore "Haah." Behind her off-center frames, completely unfocused through the lenses, her big brown eyes were crossing.<br><br>The camera now found her clit plump and her whole body pleading to be finished off with just one more deep thrust, wanting to be home to a hellspawn's sticky cum. Though her ass at first kissed shyly around the demon's probed fingertip, it was so slippery from her drooling twat and so willingly pliant that she could swallow that whole teasing finger with just a strong push. "Ass to mouth?" She didn't really answer the question, except with a purring tone to her voice. "You wanna go from my butty hole to my mouth like they do in the pornos?" A shiver. "You're such a filthy girl."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 14:33:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/S8czGTv.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Samantha Hale<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sam's apartment<br><br><hr><br>The morning started with the usual 7Am beeping from Sam's phone, which was located on the other side of the queen-sized bed. The owner of said phone, dressed in her finest... Nothing, reached out for the phone and quite aggressively hammered in the code to make the beeping stop, before returning to her deep slumber, for then to yet again be bothered ten minutes later, this time managing to get the owner of the phone out of the bed and on to the messy floor. As organized as she was, she wasn't very good at cleaning, nor hanging up her clothes when a day was over, and hence, most of it ended up on the carpet underneath the large bed.<br><br>Yet, despite all her home-clothes being scattered on the floor, she ignored them and went for the kitchen instead, starting to make a simple breakfast made out of leftovers from the dinner the day before. Most would consider pizza and soda a very unbalanced breakfast, though she disagreed. A normal can of soda weighed roughly the same as a slice of pizza after all, so it was balanced in that sense. After heating the slice up quickly, she ended up sitting down in one of the large leather couches in the apartment's living room, a slightly lowered tier of the room, with a small coffee table in the center, and a 100" canvas that could be lowered from the roof, with a 55" flatscreen hanging on the wall behind it, in case the canvas became a bit much. She sat down next to her Hello Kitty doll, or as she liked to call it, "Hello Mastress", seeing that the doll was like every BDSM lover's dream, with its arms being chained together and the doll being gagged, collared and blindfolded. <strong>"Good morning"</strong> She said dryly to the doll, glaring it down while taking the first bite of the pizza. <strong>"Don't look at me like that"</strong> And with that, she grabbed the doll by its head and turned it around so that its face was facing towards the couch. She ended up turning on the television instead, flicking through channels without finding anything interesting to watch by the time she had finished her meal. So, instead, she threw the dishes in the sink, for then to go and shower.<br><br>After a long shower and a few almost-accidents with the razor, she got dressed in the school uniform. It was due to be changed, its size was not adequate for her proportions, though none of the uniforms available were, not that it bothered her a lot. Normally, either the chest was too slim or the waist was too wide, or the length was too short or too long. In the end, she had settled with what she considered to be the closest she'd get - Not quite long enough to cover over parts of her skirt, though slim around the waist, and pressing her breast up to reveal a fair bit of cleavage. Yet, with the school being as exclusive as it was, there hadn't been many complaints. A lot of the rules that a normal school would have didn't seem to rule over this one, as nobody had complained about the purple tips in her hair, nor the (un)intentional flashing of skin. It covered over the pink lace bra underneath though, if so only barely.<br><br>Along with that went the (probably far too short) skirt with a pink lace thong underneath that the skirt just barely managed to cover over. She ended it all with putting on the thigh-high white stockings that came with the uniform, the only part that actually fit as it was supposed to. She ended the attire with pulling a fluffy pink sweater over it all so she wouldn't freeze on the walk to school. While she could've paid for a taxi or the likes, she enjoyed the walk, even if it got cold during the winter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 15:35:42</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom<br><br>"I'm dirty?" The demon scoffed playfully, pulling back and hilting herself again with a slight twist. "Look at how greedy your little ass is! I'm partly curious how many fingers I can fit in there, but why bother when I have my cock instead."<br><br>In truth, watching the girl's innocent looking bottom swallow up her finger without protest only drove her lust to new peaks. The probing digit sank all the way in to the knuckle, with only an pleasureful tightness and intense heat to greet it, and wiggled about gently. Her other fingers snuck over to the girl's crotch, rubbing tight quick circles around her clit as her thrusting picked up the pace.<br><br>"Ngh... Get ready... Here comes the first one..." The demon cooed, hips pistoning at a rough, rapid clip. "I'm gunna fill you to you <em>B-burst</em>!" With a final cry she bottomed out, the mushroom head of her cock bumping deep inside of Emma as a veritable torrent of scalding hot seed came pouring out. Her rod swelled and throbbed, sending wave after wave in a seemingly endless stream. Enough that Emma began to bloat up, and even around the airtight seal of their union some of the hot, milky white cum began to leak out.<br><br>"Hah..." The demon panted once, eyes rolled up to enjoy the feeling as she caught her breath. "One down... And oh is that a good look for you." She giggled, taking another flurry of snapshots of Emma's current state. "Hmm... Ass next, right? Catch your breath quickly~!" She singsonged, pulling out with an audible pop and a deluge of hot cum. She shifted positions slightly, replacing her finger with the very tip of her erection, ready to plunge in at a moment's notice.<br><br>"I can already picture your cock, you know? It's going to look so good on you." The demon purred.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>17-11-2014, 01:05:45</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyo-box</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Miyobox.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Girl.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><strong>Character:</strong> Miyoko Sasahara (aka "Miyo-box")<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><strong>Location:</strong> The bedroom of Miyoko's apartment&gt;En route to school </div><br>It was seemed like just a usual morning as Miyoko Sasahara woke up, being in her safe bedroom that kept her away from the dark and frightening outside world. Feeling safe for now, the comforted girl got out of bed to get dressed, only wearing a simple white nightgown. She didn't have to worry about others inside, as she lived in her own apartment. Miyo-box had been living there ever since her parents had sent her away with the monthly money to cover rent, not knowing how to raise a child that was deeply afraid of them. The meek girl then slipped into her uniform, her boxy shield from the scary outside world being put on soon after. The box girl then made her way to the front door after having a morning shower and a mediocre breakfast, she put on her winter coat (with the hood extended all the way to encase her head box). A pair of metal tongs soon extended from one of the arm holes, grasping the handle of her schoolbag as she made her way out the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>17-11-2014, 03:20:09</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br><hr><br>Rhythmic contractions rolled back along her demon's shaft as the creature seemed to dedicate every unholy ounce of strength to filling her up. With each contraction the tender opening of her cervix pursed against the demon's tip and drowned in jism. The melting heat that throbbed low in her hips beaded perspiration on her skin, each long gush eliciting the same shudder as a wax drip. Emma's pants for breath were almost silent, but her body was wracked by them, in and out, an aching squirm of her bound arms. There was no escape, even as orgasm wrung her out and rendered her raw to touch.<br><br>Her tummy had distended. The same font of hot cum poured out over her bedsheets from an overfull hole, and when the urgent backflow was just a pool on her mattress it seemed to be on to the next tingling orifice. "Wait- are you serious?" The camera barely recognized her now, used up like a porn starlet, so tender that even the light of the flash on her naked form seemed to sting. "Didn't you just cum? Don't you need a rest?" She had a moment and that was all. Already the impatient demon was pressing too fat a taper against her dime-wide dimple with the expectation that her watertight clench could stretch around this monster.<br><br>Emma willed herself to relax. The tension in her backside softened around the thick strawberry pressing determined to her back door, still slick with her excitement. Working in the very tip, that wasn't the hard part. The hard part was forcing the rest of its girth in through a muscle that instinctively wanted to close tight. One last deep breath, and her fingers caught hold of the strap binding her. Her hands would need something to seize. "I'd totes never go to class again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>17-11-2014, 03:39:50</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom<br><br>"Rest?" The demon purred, shivering with excitement as she watched her lovely specimen of a lover go through her own orgasm. The clenching and squirming, the shuddering and panting, all of it just drove her lust even higher as she leaned forwards. Hands once more found delicate breasts, this time tenderly caressing them, running the soft pads of her fingertips over the erect nipples.<br><br>Her mouth came forwards once again to shower kisses over Emma's face, lips and neck, lovingly helping her recover from her own climax. All the while her hips slowly rocked forwards, the tip slowly stretching the narrow opening wider with every microthrust. "You're so tight..." She cooed in the girl's ear, her voice gentle and teasing. "Have you never used it? A dirty girl like you... I figured you'd use it to get off at any opportunity."<br><br>With a groan, she pushed forwards again, this time getting all but the widest section of her flared head into the tight ring of muscle. "I can't wait to see you stretched open, with me buried to the hilt inside of you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't sit down, and then fill you with so much cum you could taste it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>18-11-2014, 08:22:36</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br><hr><br>"Eep!" Tickling kisses peppered to her face drew a veil over her senses. She was dimly aware of the demon atop her, exciting the blood in her sensitized breasts, a hundred kisses per minute, forcing in through her barely lubricated aperture like she craved the dragging friction. Even though there was a whole bed for their bodies, it felt claustrophobic, hurried, and with every risk of being caught, like being taken in the back seat. Behind every wall of her room was an adjacent student. She'd promised to be quiet.<br><br>"Course it's tight." Every sensation in the tiny exit was exaggerated, and sight unseen her paranoid hole told her this invader was huge, not just pushing the wrong way up her ass but wrapping her whole petite body around it and wearing her like a puppet. <em>"Ohfuck." </em>The headboard squeaked when trembling fingers took hold of the strap and pulled tight. A sound like that would definitely be heard through these thin walls.<br><br>"You gotta let me still sit down, red, I've got class in the morning." In the head popped, and all she wanted in the world was for it to slip back out and force in again. "If I have to stand up, everybody will see my new cock." A push up into her made her feel like the air was forced from her lungs, but her puff of submission was voluntary. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, sporting her new toy in front of Class 2-A. How jealous they'd be!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>18-11-2014, 15:39:05</strong>
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				Character: Sexy Succubus<br>Tagging: Emma Q<br>Location: Emma's Bedroom<br><br>The demon shuddered, feeling her advance grind to a halt within the confines of Emma's absurdly tight rear. With a groan, she adjusted her angle, and shifter her weight. A glance down showed the puckered ring stretched to almost painful levels. "Hmm... I think I may have to loosen you up the hard way... My favorite." She teased, sliding her cock back out.<br><br>She withdrew, just to the point where her thick cock head was once again stretching the ring out wide, before thrusting forwards with a sharp movement. Again, and again, she repeated the process, driving forwards another half-inch or so each time. With no concept of shame, or fear of being caught, she grunted and moaned loudly with each thrust, squeezing tightly on Emma's supple breasts as she did so. <br><br>"Fuck... Your body is wonderful, darling... When I'm done with your ass, it'll fit me like a glove." She growled. "Just a cock-shaped hole in your rear. A place for me to put all my cum..." Her thumb once more found the girl's clit, rubbing it quickly to provide her some relief as she finally bottomed out deep inside. Her hips ground hard against Emma's soft rear, thighs rubbing against her skin sensuously, allowing her to adjust for a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 09:58:55</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br><hr><br>Her breasts jumped to elude even the possessive hold of the demon's fingers with each body-juddering clap to her seat. What was the creature even doing with her hips? "Yeah right! This booty's always tight, girl." No, not the clit- she had such a perfect little experiment brewing, to see whether she could cum from anal penetration alone. It wouldn't count now, not with the demon hooding her clit with a thrilling coarseness that sent twitches along her pinned legs. The rippling release that melted her from the waist down would have to be stricken and they'd have to start again. "If you want up in there, you'll always have to work for it."<br><br>And the demon was working for it, working hard. Emma was just as aware of how tight she was by the feel of the demon choking her dainty contour with hard punishing thrusts, straining like chained attack dog against walls that squeezed to impede her, lancing right into a pressure-sensitive point where the soft tissue just caved like gelatin to the hardest pounding. And then she held there, and grinded, and all the tightly wound tension in Emma gust from her lungs.<br><br>She was looking up through askew lenses to the sewn-on pink smiles of her stuffed animals, gifts from her doting sweater-wearing mother, knowingly watching as a creature from hell found good use for her pretty pink butthole. It was better than good. Being fingered by a cutie behind the bleachers was a slap and tickle by comparison. Another climax, desperate and tight, clawed at her mind just behind the last. This one was all in the ass, her theory confirmed. With each clench of her tummy she milked the demon pressed tight to her softness, pleading to have another emptiness flooded with satanic seed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 15:27:27</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom<br><br>The demon shuddered, giving a sweet moan as the girl beneath her climaxed again, and again. Her soft warm tightness, something that none of her efforts seemed to abate in the slightest, only grew painfully tight around her intruding cock as she clenched against it. Each contraction came like a rippling wave, starting at the very head of her large shaft and working backwards, squeezing, coaxing, pleading for another load of cum.<br><br>With a soft grunt, the demon resisted temptation, but only for a minute. She withdrew to the tip and slammed forwards, sliding hilt deep with a single smooth motion. With machine-like efficiency she began to piston in and out, loving the feeling of her thick head and long shaft rubbing against the grasping walls. No words were spoken as her pace picked up with each thrust, slowly turning the soft pink ring of Emma's ass an angry red.<br><br>No words were spoken as her humping reached its own peak, three quick thrusts in under a second, followed by a single thrust that slammed her home even deeper into the girl's bowels. "Ngh!" The demon grunted, her face screwing up in pleasure as her own cock seemed to swell, locking the two together. The first wave of hot cum was the most intense, spraying out for almost half a minute without pause, coating the girl's insides in sticky whiteness. The second only served to push the first shot even deeper.<br><br>On and on she came, emptying what must have been several loads-worth into the girl's tight rear, stretching and filling her insides even further. It seemed to flood out of her, pouring up and into Emma's body like someone had turned on a faucet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 16:13:49</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br><hr><br>It was such a different sensation, something impossible to ignore, to be taken up the ass. That last squealing orgasm- the third, wasn't it?- had this weird calming effect. Her heart slowed down without her asking it to, and that let her hips become gelatin for the demon to thrust home as hard as she liked. It felt like submission. The advice to girls seemed to be to go slow when it came to the ass, but Emma didn't want it slow. This was liberating, and every clap to her receptive, jiggling backside was more than welcomed. The question that popped into her flower-filled head was <em>am I an anal girl? </em><br><br>And then the demon came, so deeply that not a drop leaked out. After the first filling sloshes, there was nothing to feel except the heat and the fluid fullness. Ten seconds in, and it really seemed like that should've stopped. But the demon was still electrified by it, still milking herself with little pumps, and it just went on. "A- are you okay?" The fullness was getting uncomfortable. She willed herself not to push it out, but it made her squirm. "It's really stuffed," she complained, but even a little could feel like a whole lot. Her hips felt heavy as a brick, and she wasn't sure if her willowy legs were up to carrying them. When it finally stopped, nothing came back out with the demon's cock. The vault sealed up twice as tight as soon as she was able.<br><br>"Geez, did you just get even bigger?" Finally her legs were allowed to crumple back down to the bed. Her fever-hot hips had earned a rest. Emma's platinum ringlets flipped as she tried to straighten her glasses for a bit of dignity- but how much dignity could you have, really, when your face was about to be fucked. "So, um... we're really gonna do this, huh? I've never deepthroated anything, and I'm tied up and junk. It's gonna be on you not to choke me to death."<br><br>But aside from a tighten at one corner of her mouth, she was taking the idea very well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 17:30:16</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom<br><br>The cock came free with an audible pop, and the demon leaned back to rest on her haunches. Her erection, still hard and throbbing, bobbed freely in the cool air as she looked down at her partner. "Ah... That was really nice, you know? But... Look at the mess you've made of my cock? You've got such a dirty little butt, you know?"<br><br>With a giggle, she reached down with one hand to glide her fingers across the surface of her shaft. The entire thing was covered in a thick coating of sticky jism, and as her fingers coated themselves in it, she raised them up to lick them clean. "I can't go anywhere with a filthy cock, so you're going to have to take responsibility. Now say 'Ahhh'."<br><br>Without waiting for a reply, she scooted forwards, pushing the thick soiled head of her cock against Emma's lips. It entered without too much difficulty, the head and an two inches sliding in before bumping the back of her throat. "I'm going all the way in. Try not to puke. And shout if you need air." She giggled, thrusting forwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 18:28:24</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br><hr><br>"Ahhh~" Her tongue rolled out playfully. It was shoved right back in, and twisted under the demon's girth. "Glg." She did not understand yet how intense this was meant to be, but already it dawned on her there was no way she could alert the demon to her need for air. None of the sounds she made were voluntary, all clucks of the probing head against the soft ridges of her throat, down where her voice came from. That energy spent playing the naughty minx would have been better spent taking a deep breath and limbering up her esophagus, but it was too late now. "Glk."<br><br>The thrust, there was a violence to it she hadn't felt when it'd been pounding the other end of her body. This time it brought tears to her eyes. Her demon's body crowded so close to her face that even trussed, her groggy fingers were feeling the brush of warm flesh. Was it a tummy, an arm? Everything was just the shoving for purchase right in her face, and the rest of the world was a bleary mess. "Huk." She was tasting inches down the shaft, which had gone deep, deep inside her and rarely emerged again. Mostly it was the unfamiliar taste of cum, but there was a taste of her, too, reminding her of what a whore she'd been. "Kak."<br><br>It felt foregone that the demon would take hold of those bouncy ringlets and steer her head to her own satisfaction. Emma concentrated instead on rediscovering how to breathe. The same euphoric high as huffing fumes had her small, slender body shivering under the demon. Her length was going deeper than a thing ought, to where it might just feel the rhythm of her pulse wrapped around. And her pulse, it was racing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 18:37:47</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom<br><br>The demon gave a small groan of appreciation as she felt the throat open up to accept her. Truly, it wasn't the tightest of Emma's holes, but it was still immensely satisfying to feel her thick head push its way deeper in. To see the throat bulge out lewdly as she worked her way forwards.<br><br>Delicate fingers reached down to tangle in Emma's gorgeous ringlets, a handhold to guide her fervent humping as she worked her flared tip in and out of the girl's throat. The tears in her eyes, the drool on her chin, the gasping choking noises all served to stoke her lust even higher.<br><br>As a treat, the demon leaned forwards, allowing the girl's bound hands limited access to her own bust. Just enough to get a gentle grip as she continued to abuse the poor girl's throat. Pulling out just enough to allow her a choked gasp of air, the demon grinned savagely. "Take a deep breath. I'm going all the way in."<br><br>With no further warning, she lunged forwards with her hips. Inch after inch seemed to slide into the bottomless hole until at last her stomach was pressed against Emma's adorable nose. So deep was she that if Emma could only push her tongue out an inch or so, she could taste the demon's dripping pussy. <br><br>"That feels amazing." She cooed, rocking her hips back and forth in little micro-thrusts. "I could cum like this... Fire it right into your stomach. It feels like it's only an inch or two away." She giggled, looking down and watching closely for a sign that Emma truly needed air. "Or would you prefer I do it in your mouth? Let you taste it, as it bulges out your cheeks and slides down your throat?"<br><br>Her fingers moved, gently brushing the hair off of her partner's face and straightening her glasses for her. "Do you like the taste? My cum, and your own naughty ass and cunt?" She giggled. "Oh wait, you can't talk right now... I'll just assume it's a yes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 19:04:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/U1BkAqj.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Samantha Hale<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nobody<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>After spending an adequate amount of time doing her makeup (primarily around her eyes, she was fairly happy with the rest of her face, it was mostly just for the extra effect it gave), she ended her morning procedures with putting on a simple white and gold scarf and leaving the house-sized apartment for the walk to school. She took the elevator down to the first floor and greeted the landlord with a kind wave, before walking up to him to ask him if he could send a maid up to her room to get the dishes done, which was responded to with it not being a problem at all, and that it would've been done regardless of if she asked or not, something she knew very well, it was mostly just to stay on the kind side with the landlord, an aging man who seemed to enjoy her company an awful lot, though it seemed like he did so with any woman passing by.<br><br>She grabbed one of the (free) black umbrellas by the door and stepped out of the stupidly tall and thick building. It was designed for people like her, those with stupidly rich parents who knew nothing of how to raise children because they were too busy stacking mad cash somewhere else in the world.<br><br>After getting out on the street, she popped up the umbrella and walked under it in a calm phase towards the academy she enrolled at the moment, as a part of the notoriously famous class 2-A. She was a bit unsure of how she fit into the picture, but she enjoyed being a part of it. It was like a comedy show, and she loved being a part of said show. At some point, a strong wind pulled the umbrella out of her hands and it flew off to who knew where, so she ended up walking the rest of the way to school, using her bag (which luckily was of leather, so the content wouldn't get wet) as her new umbrella for the remaining distance.<br><br>When she reached the school, even while trying to protect herself a little bit from the rain, the fluffy pink jacket had managed to get soaked, which didn't affect her top very well either. She gave a few kind waves to those she met in the hallways, at least those she knew to some degree, heading for the 2-A classroom. She had ended up throwing the fluffy jacket in a drying cabinet, so it was there, getting nice and warm for her.The thin silver chains hanging from her belly-button were slightly visible in her midriff, and her cleavage was - as per usual - More visible than most other schools would approve of.<br><br>It seemed like she was the first to show up in the classroom, something she didn't mind at all. She found her usual spot in the far back, by the window, and leaned back on the chair, her legs crossed, her heels resting on top of the desk. She had pulled her phone out of the bag and found herself texting some of her friends from around the school while waiting for someone else in the class to show up. She expected someone to pop up soon, it wasn't usual that she showed up first after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 19:20:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pixbim.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/anime-girl-with-green-eyes.png)</div>Name: Elizabeth!<br>Tagging: Open<br>Location: School<br><br>Elizabeth, always the proper one, woke up sharp and early, quickly getting showered and dressed in a lovely white dress that came down to her knees. The length had the added advantage of not showing everyone her panties when she sat down. After enjoying a small breakfast, she made her way to school and showed up exactly 10 minutes before class started. She had done this so many times before. In all truth, it was a little boring, but it was what was expected of her.<br><br>She entered the classroom and sat down with her bag, smiling at all the others starting to filter in, and greeting them with a lovely little "hello!" and a wave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 20:09:57</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyo-box</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Miyobox.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Girl.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><strong>Character:</strong> Miyoko Sasahara (aka "Miyo-box")<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><strong>Location:</strong> En route to school&gt;School Hallway&gt;Classroom 2-A </div><br>It was very luckily an uneventful walk to school for Miyoko, as the stray animals and pets actually weren't barking at her boxy form in fear and curiosity. The bashful girl had properly planned for today's weather, as her thick winter coat protected her cardboard armor from the nasty drizzle. After she had arrived at school and fetched the rest of her supplies from her locker, she made her way to the classroom, being third as her attire wasn't exactly flexible despite her being punctual. Miyoko's boxy form shuddered at the sound of Elizabeth's hello, pulling a dry erase-board from her bag and using it to reply "He-Hello, Elizabeth" before taking a seat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 20:17:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/x4QpCGK.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nobody<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br><em>Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-</em><br><br>The high-pitched beeping of her alarm clock stopped suddenly as&nbsp; Felicity's hand fumbled about, finally hitting the off switch, promptly rolling over on her side and drifting right back to sleep.<br><br><em>About an hour and a half later...</em><br><br>The sleeping girl stirred once again, slowly waking up.&nbsp; She nuzzled her face against the warm blankets beneath her, then gripped her pillow tight, hugging it with a loud yawn and a groan.&nbsp; Slowly, she opened her eyes to take in the scene, remembering bit-by-bit what happened the night before.&nbsp; The sheets were under her, there was drool on one of her pillows...Ah, that was it!&nbsp; She spotted her PSP on the side of her bed, the backlit screen still bright.&nbsp; Of course, a slim wire stretched from the wall outlet to a tiny port on the gaming device.&nbsp; Right, it had gotten low on power last night, so she plugged it in and played it like that for a while...<br><br>"Oh, I must've passed out! Oh no, did I save?!" Felicity scrambled for her portable game, quickly hitting the start button to check her progress before breathing a sigh of relief. "Okay, good...Whew, it took me like, four hours to get past that last level...Stupid tanks have <em>soooooo</em> much health and armor!"<br><br>With the most important matter out the way, she looked at the time and yawned again.&nbsp; She was nearly late already, but she didn't show much concern.&nbsp; Before long, she was in the bathroom, taking a steaming hot shower, going through her usual routine afterwards.&nbsp; Today, she decided to wear a baggy sleeveless hoodie jacket over her school uniform, along with a pair of thigh-highs of two separate color schemes. In this case, one pair was striped red and white, while the other had various swirls of black and white.&nbsp; She traveled to her room, using the towel on her body to rapidly dry her hair, leaving her with a bundle of&nbsp; unkempt hair on her head.&nbsp; It was made even worse after she grabbed a pair of headphones from her computer desk, plugging them into her PSP as well.&nbsp; Next up came her knapsack, which she stuffed (as usual) with a 3DS, PSP, various games neatly tucked into their respective cases, and of course, chargers for both of them. She didn't really have time to eat, as usual, so she opted to pack a large assortment of snacks into her back, making the top layer of the mess inside of it.&nbsp; <br><br>"All ready to go, I think...Did I turn everything off? Yeah, I think I did...Awesome!"<br><br>With that, she closed the door, locked it, and set off into the streets, only to find that it was drizzling!&nbsp; <br><br>"Aaah, that's the worst kind of weather for games!" she yelled, taking her knapsack and covering it with the very same hoodie she was wearing, running to school like a madwoman.&nbsp; She'd arrive slightly late, her hoodie splattered with droplets of rain, beaming like an idiot as she took her seat, rifling through her bag for a bag of sour cream &amp; onion potato chips, speaking openly about her plans for the day.<br><br>"Hmmm...If I'm quick enough, I should be able to beat the sixth boss today, then practice Ex-1A, try some spell practice, and then help some people with the current archwitch...Yeah, that sounds awesome! Maybe I'll get that super rare 'Hyper Nurse Angelica' today!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 20:40:42</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s30.postimg.org/b0x6kwtyp/Kimsch.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A</div><br><hr><br>Kim hated waking up so early. It wasn't truly early at all, but she had a habit of not sleeping when she should have. It left her loathing the prospect of school every morning. Still, she cleaned up nicely- leaving her room <em>not</em> looking like a total wreck. Aaaand it was raining. Great. The girl didn't think to go back for an umbrella. She was already late as it was.<br><br>The red-headed tomboy gritted her teeth the whole walk, clutching the straps of her bookbag (Handbags were for girls, after-all) in misery as the gentle rain pattered upon her head and shoulders. She wore the customary vest, but it wasn't the best fabric in the world... it was only a matter of time before her shirt underneath would get all... <em>moist.</em> The material on their shirts wasn't all that great either.<br><br>It was only a light rain, thankfully, so Kim wasn't soaked to the bone. Still, she arrived in the main hall of the school after a short trek and started to drag her shoes across the welcome mat, at least being considerate enough not to track mud and water all over the hallways. Suddenly, Kimberly's phone started to vibrate in her breast pocket, right up against her nipple, even through the bra. She drooled for a moment before collecting herself, slipping it out from underneath her vest and thumbing over to the text messages. Oh, it was Samantha. Always so... <em>not</em> tardy, that one! Her and that Elizabeth girl.<br><br>In classroom 2-A, the door flung open, nearly shattered the glass and sending the blinds flying. Kim stood at the precipice, eyes wide as she smiled innocently. So much for not announcing herself. She hung her black vest over her shoulder, revealing to the world just a hint of the red bra underneath her shirt. Luckily for her modesty, or what was left of it, the rain had only gotten part of the way down her upper body. Kim's sleeves had already been rolled up and she beamed a wide grin at everyone. Quickly recovering from her extravagant display opening the door, Kimberly strode over past the box-girl, "Hey, Miyoko!" Waving at the shy girl like a madman. She waggled her fingers at Elizabeth with a grin and went over to Alex and threw her arm around the other girl's shoulder, "Fine morning with all this rain, huh!?"<br><br>Kim didn't even wait for a reply, abruptly leaving Alex and strolling over to Samantha, sitting down next to the other girl and placing her books rather loudly onto her desk. She truly didn't know her own strength.. Just then, Felicity came bursting through the door, even later than Kim was. The tomboy looked over at the gamer girl, then to Sam, giving a coy smile and a kissy face to the other woman beside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 21:22:46</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br><hr><br>The second time round she did take heed and draw a great big breath. Drool spilled down her chin without any care except filling her lungs with sweet air. In the moment she had, with the demon's fingers redoubling their hold in her hair and preparing to savage her again, Emma realized that her glasses were completely fogged. Then it didn't matter, because the demon was right back in her face, forcing deeper this time than she'd reached before. Emma was powerless to work it back out of her throat, completely at the demon's mercy, and the demon was enjoying this. Maybe Emma was, too.<br><br><em>Then just do it, if you can cum, </em>she wanted to say. What came out was just a muffled vibration around the shaft stirring the pit of her throat. The fleshy safety latch of her epiglottis got wedged for a moment in the opening of the demon's cock, and the sensation was so weird it made her legs kick. Another micro-thrust and the latch folded flat, so her choked gulp could guide the demon's organ down into her defenseless esophagus. The creature had said that she could cum, but it wasn't happening. The demon was just rocking there, blocking her airway, pressing to her button nose. Some help was needed to finish her off, but Emma's options were sorely limited.<br><br>Every fruitless attempt to swallow just milked at the demon's phallus, perpetuated the idea that she actually wanted this kielbasa crammed down her throat. Her demon seemed to respond to that. She tried to swallow again, and the velvety muscle undulated up the shaft, then back down. Now she swallowed only halfway, and held the soft tissue of her throat flush there against the curve of the buried head, rolling, clucking, polishing it to a fine shine. She anticipated that the demon would shove for more, but there was just no more cock to give... already her pillowy lips were crushed to the base. Let her crave a little more, and shove, and need, Emma decided. Let that small muscle Emma could control tease the demon's very tip until the hellspawn just couldn't take it anymore, and gave up the jism. Already it was decided: this load was going right into her tummy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 21:46:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/U1BkAqj.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Samantha Hale<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth,<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>During her texting-session (which on a daily basis took up a fair bit of time) people seemed to pop up one by one. As per usual, Elizabeth showed up early. She pulled her attention away from the half-written text-message and gave her a light wave with her left hand. She would normally have gone through a more... Deviant greeting, though she was a bit distracted by the phone and he half-written message it had on it. By the time she finished typing, more people seemed to be flowing in one by one. No Kim though, which was a bit of a problem, since she had a small surprise waiting for her.<br><br>She kept up the scheme of sharing the light waves as people popped up one by one, at least those whom she expected to react. She had given hop on box-girl and gamer-girl for the most part, so she instead dedicated herself to the text messages. She started to grow impatient from waiting on Kim, though she decided to wait for a little bit longer just to see if she popped up. When she was caught up with all the people that wanted a bite of her however, she texted Kim.<br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>Get your fingers out of your ass and get over here! \(&gt;__&lt;)/ You're making me wait!!!<br>I even had a surprise for you ;~; Now it'll have to wait till first break D:</em></span><br><br>And with that, she put the smartphone down on her desk. First now she realized how wet the vest was. Had she known, she would've put it in the drying cabinet as well had she known. Now, she would have to wait. Of course, Kim was more important though, the vest would survive. And, talking of the devil, look who showed up in her normal energetic ways, slamming the door open so hard she was a bit worried the windows next to her would burst. Her feet moved down from the desk and her attention was pulled over to Kim as she walked over to her usual seat, dressed in what Samantha had started naming the "Average Kim". Spandex instead of knee socks basically, and an abnormally cheerful attitude towards everything. As Kim stripped off her vest, Samantha remembered that the teacher had given up, so she decided she could do the same.<br><br>She unbuttoned the vest with nimble fingers, before sliding it off her shoulders, revealing the half see-thru white shirt underneath it. She hung the west on the chair she was sitting on, before turning her attention towards Kim, the see-thru shirt making her choice of bra very apparent. The bra even had problems covering her nipples, with the slight change of skin-tone revealing exactly how bad the bra was at covering them. It also displayed her slim waistline and the belly-button with the normal three silver chains ending just over where the skirt started.<br><br><strong>"Geez, you're always here in the last minute!"</strong> She pouted. She had stood up and was hanging over Kim's desk, expressing her disapproval of Kim's late appearance, even if she wasn't that late compared to when she would usually show up. Her breast swayed slightly every time she moved, which was part intentionally just to tease the by far more flat-chested girl, and partially because it was simply how physics worked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 01:01:06</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s30.postimg.org/b0x6kwtyp/Kimsch.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha, anyone else<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A</div><br><hr><br>Kim leaned back in her chair, swatting aside her books and propping her legs on top of her desk. She had long legs, bare without any socks- her thighs rounded out to a pair of wide hips and an ass the envy of many... Not Samantha though. Kim looked over as she took off her own vest, pouting at the woman's rather... voluminous chest. It made her scrunch her lips together in jealousy. Kim's own body was modest in comparison, her breasts nothing to write home about, her hair short and not very womanly, among the shortest in the class... her butt was her only saving grace.<br><br>Then Samantha got over and leaned over the much shorter girl, practically throwing her breasts in her face. She looked past them up at the other girl, "I'm sorry, okay? You know I had a late night!" She furrowed her brow and frowned, then leaned over and poked her in the boob, "So what's this big surprise of yours, huh huh huh!?" <br><br>Kim bit her lip in anticipation, always enjoying mischief that Samantha tended to be up to. The tomboy leaned back in her chair, rocking it for a bit even as her legs hung on the desk. She looked around, her red eyes scanning the whole classroom like some kind of chipmunk. "Say... where's Emma at? She's going to be late to class.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 01:21:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pixbim.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/anime-girl-with-green-eyes.png)</div>Name: Elizabeth!<br>Tagging: Open<br>Location: School<br><br>Out of everyone in class, Elizabeth probably cared for Miyako the most. The shy girl had often been the target of bullies, though that ended when Elizabeth put the nastiest of the bunch face down in the dirt. An incident that had landed her in 2-A, but she didn't mind. If anything, she felt more at home here. Her former classmates were all as proper as she was-she had been placed with all the other rich kids, and she found it dull. Here, she found something comforting about being the proverbial "eye of the storm"-a calming, restful presence in a hurricane of wild craziness. <br><br>"Hmm, this isn't like Emma." Elizabeth says. "Quite out of character for her. Perhaps she's sick?" She suggests. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 01:39:23</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyo-box</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Miyobox.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Girl.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><strong>Character:</strong> Miyoko Sasahara (aka "Miyo-box")<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><strong>Location:</strong> En route to school&gt;School Hallway&gt;Classroom 2-A </div><br>Elizabeth was one of the lucky ones, as Miyoko trusted her enough to start light conversations with her on her dry-erase board. The box girl knew she would always being willing to defend her from bullies, especially after that one fight with one landed her in the same class as her. Miyo-box was glad that the rest of the classmates ignored her though. That was until her body went stiff as Kim waved at her similar to a madman. The timid girl could almost imagine it like a nature documentary with the line "The Fastidious-Nymphus first alerts its prey, the Shyus-Boxus, with a manic waving motion to induce enough fear into it to cause it remain stiff and still.". Miyoko didn't really pay attention to the fact another student was late.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 04:16:24</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Sexy succubus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom<br><br>"Oh!" The demon gasped as Emma's throat began to milk at the very tip of her cock. "Oh yes... Like that, just like that. You're a natural darling." Unmindful of the girl's air, her hips rocked back and forth instead, each little thrust rubbing her most sensitive parts against the depths of Emma's throat. "Ohhh... Oh shit... I'm gunna..."<br><br>Her eyes widened, and the grip on the girl's hair became tighter as she tried to pull back. Tried to free her cock from the wet tight confines of Emma's gullet. "No... No no no... Not like this..." She whined, desperately trying to fend off the approaching climax. She wanted to do so much. To see the girl's cheeks balloon outwards. To hear her lewdly gulp down cup after cup of the strong thick stuff. To shoot so much it came out of her adorable nose.<br><br>Instead the first shot came even as she attempted to withdraw, shooting right down the last few inches of throat and into her stomach. It was hot and thick and filling, almost immediately beginning to swell and bloat the girl's stomach as it poured into her. The second blast hit with enough force that it seemed to propel her backwards, assisting her withdrawing until the third and final spurt, the very last of her reserves of cum, pooled against the back of Emma's throat.<br><br>It was still enough, if barely, to fill the girl's mouth. Enough to fill her cheeks, at least, with a small stream slowly dribbling out from between her lips as she fully withdrew her cock. "Hah... Hah... Hah..." She panted, her strength suddenly vanished. "There... That wasn't so hard, was it?"<br><br>One hand weakly reached up to undo the straps on the bindings. The other gently pushed the hair from her lover's face. Giving her a few minutes to compose herself, she leaned forwards to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, tasting herself on Emma's tongue. "I have to go now. But I'm leaving you a gift. Use it well, and I may come visit again, hm?"<br><br>With those words, the spell was finalized. Emma would fall asleep shortly after, remembering the events as only a dream. When she awoke in the morning, she'd find herself still naked and sore, bloated but satisfied, and a very special present between her legs. The mess, the cum, any evidence of their lovemaking would vanish with the coming of the dawn.<br><br>------------<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/04/01/040123090ae5bec6b52522ce6eca4f26.png?2469634)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Addy Crowley<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manor -&gt; School<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>"Miss?" Adelheidis awoke not to the sound of blaring alarms or catchy tunes, but to the timidly insistent voice of her nanny. Not that she'd every let anyone refer to the woman as such. 'Servant' sounded so much better in her mind, despite what the young woman's job description actually was. "It's time for-"<br><br>"School. Yes. I am aware." The wealthy young woman grumbled, rising from her bed with a stretch and yawn. It wouldn't do to be lazy, after all. Certainly, she'd be punished, but not in the fun way. "Please prepare my uniform. I'm going to have a shower now."<br><br>She spoke without looking at the woman who looked after her. After years of living along side her nanny, she'd long since grown out of any sense of shame or secrecy. Her bare feet padded across the cold hardwood floor, heedless of her own nudity and any form of discretion. They'd had a male butler working on the premises once who'd let his gaze linger a bit too long. He'd promptly been fired.<br><br>A short but luxurious shower later, she stepped out of the bathroom and into her uniform, pressed and cleaned as always. After taking an exorbitant amount of time ensuring she looked pristine, she made the short trip downstairs to eat breakfast. Belgian waffles. Her favorite. Again.<br><br>With a sigh, she ate at a sedate pace and made her way to the car. Her bookbag would be waiting for her, as would her prepared lunch. "Miss Crowley, you're looking beautiful this morning." Melvin, the driver, bowed formally as she buckled herself in, before moving to the driver's seat. "Did you happen upon the game last night?"<br><br>She hadn't. Not once since he began working for her family had she ever watched 'the game'. She didn't even have the foggiest idea what 'game' he was referring to. Yet every day he'd regale her with tales, of victory and loss, of struggle and drama and tense moments. Some days it was soccer, some days it was football. Some days he could even make cricket sound exciting. It was altogether far too familiar an attitude for one of the staff to possess.<br><br>Yet every day she found herself leaving the car and entering the school grounds with a slight smile on her face. Today, that trip was accompanied by Melvin himself, holding an umbrella up for her to protect her long black locks from the dripping dew. Without any more than an implied thank you, in the form of a slight nod, she entered the building, making her way to class 2-A.<br><br>There was a slight thrill in the way most of the other students scattered from her gaze. The way they'd cower, or simply avert their eyes, shying away from any sort of contact. She had a reputation, and that gave her a healthy bubble of personal space. Still... Something seemed missing. A familiar emptiness that occupied that same comforting space.<br><br>Ignoring it, she entered the room without so much as a word. The teacher wasn't there yet, as usual, so she ignored the rest of her classmates and stalked over to her seat, pulling forth her current book to read the dwindling minutes away.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 07:33:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Kim (noticing Samantha)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room → Class<br><br><hr><br>Wow!<br><br>Having a girlcock was awesome!<br><br>Emma had been posing at her mirror as soon as she'd woke up to a peculiar new tentpole that morning. There was a sense that maybe this thing had been owed to her, but not where it had come from. Her mother had warned her before she'd joined the academy that if she didn't stop lusting after girls, she would sprout a cock, but she'd never taken that seriously until now. It suited her perfectly, and now she was well late for class, a pile of briefly worn outfits heaped on her floor as she played dress-up around it and marveled at how it transformed her wardrobe. How did one accessorize these things? Were rings involved? Vajazzle?<br><br>Despite a lousy and transparent attempt to text in sick, the teacher had texted her back on no uncertain terms that if she skipped one more day, she would be off the yearbook project. Emma had to attend, and so the very last outfit she tried on was her class uniform. Bo-ring.<br><br>The sleeves of her uniform shirt hugged custom tailored to her willowy arms with barely a crease, almost a second skin before the starched crispness of her cuffs. The vest needed to be worn over just to lend her perky breasts some sense of being covered. Thigh-high stockings left a stripe of bare skin for the eye to hone in on, and her spirited toes slid home into regulation Mary Janes- not too much of a heel. It was as she collected her books that she realized the hammock of her panties was not really sufficient. It only proved a guide rail for her new cock, and the thing kept slipping out to tent the pleats of her skirt. Her solution, resourceful young woman that she was, became to slip on a second pair of panties like a harness of crisscrossing lace bands. The tip still wanted to wander, so she anchored it to her mound with a bit of office tape. There!<br><br>But even when it was hidden, it was present in her mind. The walk to class was completely antisocial and lost in daydreams as she darted from cover to cover through the rain. Kimberly, changing in the locker room with her gym shorts around her knees, for once in a position of vulnerability. Samantha, princess in distress, giving up the booty as reward for being saved from international terrorists. That shoot she kept meaning to take of Elizabeth's extracurriculars, ending with Ms. Jitsu pinned to the mat and a breathless exploration of her throat. Alex, blindfolded and mistaking Emma for a boy, nibbling the purple head with those pouty lips. Felicity's eyes glued to the screen, chirping into her Teamspeak as Emma took her over the couch. Addy face-down in the pillows and put in her place with a hard anal pounding. Inside the boxes with Miyoko, fucking right there in class with no one the wiser. None of them were very unusual fantasies for Emma, except that instead of collared and on her knees, <em>she </em>was the one in control.<br><br>Everything would be different, from now on. Now Emma had the power. Yeah! Every girl in this whole school would be fawning over her, wanting to be her best friend, bringing her toffee cakes. Her daydreaming paused as she found herself at the threshold of the classroom, twenty minutes late, greeted by at least one withering stare. Deep breath. "Nobody kiss me. I've got, like, super cooties today. Supercooties bug. Way contagious." No matter what she said, it would still be a walk of shame to her seat on the far side of Elizabeth from Kim, the third to their group activity threesome. She hit the seat hard enough to feel her soreness. <em>Ow. </em><br><br>It sure wasn't helping her focus to see Kim and Samantha already at the inappropriate touch stage of the morning. "What'd I miss?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 18:02:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/U1BkAqj.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Samantha Hale<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kim, Emma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>Sam didn't react much as Kim poked her fingers into the soft flesh of her breast. She probably would if it had been anyone she didn't know, though when it was people like Kim, she just found it funny. Plus, she knew how much Kim envied her far more endowed bust. She had on several occasions tried to pull Kim out for bikini-shopping, with mixed results, to be expected.<br><br>She was fairly sure she knew just what Kim meant when she said she had had a late night, and she would have to ask about it later. <strong>"Not telling~ You'll have to wait till the first break"</strong> She said, throwing a fit, turning her back to Kim, as if she was pouting, her hands crossed just under her breast.<br><br>She hadn't noticed that Emma had yet to show up before Kim mentioned it, but when it was brought up, Sam noticed that she was gone as well. Probably somewhere with her hand half showed up between her legs... Or rather, that was what her mind told her. Whenever someone was absent, she just immediately imagined them to be somewhere pleasing themselves, it was just the sheer perverted tones of her mind. She definitely desired to bed the absent girl though. Going by what she had seen when changing for P.E. or the likes, she had an excellent physique, much like the rest of the class. There were a few surprises that Sam could barely believe (Namely Felicity looking somewhat healthy, going by her diet and hobbies), but for the most part though, the class was very attractive, something she as the hedonist she was, certainly didn't mind.<br><br><hr><br>Parts of the class had already passed without Emma showing up. Whenever she showed up, Sam checked the watch on her phone. 20 minutes late, that was abnormal, she didn't live that far from school after all. <strong>"Good morning Em. Not a lot, teacher's been out for the last five minutes picking up stuff"</strong>&nbsp;And it was definitely not a bad moment to get a bit more friendly with Emma either. When the teacher returned, she quite calmly and truthfully said to him; <strong>"Emma arrived half a minute after you left"</strong>. She was a bit worried someone would shoot her right down, not that she saw any reason that they would, if a similar situation came up, she'd do the same after all. The only one she was a bit worried about was Elizabeth, the honor student so to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 18:37:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pixbim.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/anime-girl-with-green-eyes.png)</div>Name: Elizabeth!<br>Tagging: Open<br>Location: School<br><br>Elizabeth didn't want to lie, but at the same time, Emma was on the yearbook project and if she got in more trouble, she'd be kicked off. The teachers weren't very careful with what they said around Elizabeth. Especially when it came to her fellow 2-A students. She'd keep silent-the teacher knew if Elizabeth didn't jump up about something, then it must be true. <br><br>She made a mental reminder that Emma did want a few shots of Elizabeth practicing her martial arts. She'd have to invite the girl out on such an occasion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>25-11-2014, 04:33:19</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s30.postimg.org/b0x6kwtyp/Kimsch.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha, Emma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A</div><br><hr><br>Kim eventually settled down, sitting like a normal human being instead of using her desk as a footrest. She tapped her pencil like a madman, and then began to scrawl over the page of her notebook instead of doing anything productive like actually <em>listening.</em> Her eyes darted to the clock every few minutes until finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the teacher announced their first break for the morning.<br><br>She propelled out of her seat like a rocket and was instantly upon Samantha, planting her palm on the other girl's desk and looking fiercely down into Samantha's purple-pink eyes. Her own gaze wandered further down, helpless but to peek at the buxom girl's cleavage on display. Life was so unfair. "Now then." She said with a grin, "I think I dropped something in the stairwell down the hall."<br><br>Kim gave the most exaggerated and totally not subtle wink that anyone had ever given in the history of winks. Anyone looking would have caught it. In the corner of her eye, she caught Emma and was about to go over to her, but then Kim stopped herself. "Right.. <em>Cooties.</em>" She said, her eyes half closed like she didn't entirely believe her. Kim blew a kiss in lieu of a real one and turned on her heel and strode towards the exit, passing by Adelheidis and scrunching her nose and lips up tight as a show of her displeasure for the snobby class president type.<br><br>As she passed by Alex, she tapped the girl on one shoulder and quickly hurried over to her other side, hoping she'd look in the wrong direction while Kim was long gone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>25-11-2014, 08:01:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/x4QpCGK.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Adelheidis, Kimberly<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>There were those who came in later than she did, not that they got much of a welcome from Felicity.&nbsp; Kimberly seemed to arrive before she did, full of energy as usual...She could get behind that, she guessed, but Kim was always hanging around Samantha. Speaking of Sam, she was here earlier than Felicity was, as usual, though she rather liked&nbsp; the makeup around her eyes, despite how long it would take her to do it... She didn't really have much to say about her, though she seemed to be popular with a few people for one reason or another.&nbsp; Oh, Alex was here, too!&nbsp; Felicity gave a slight glance in her direction, and sure enough, she was reading something on her I-Pad, nothing new there... Then there was Elizabeth, one of those active sporty-types that had a tendency to bully geeks like Felicity. It was all she could do to try staying away from her on her angry days, and she'd learned firsthand how difficult it was to lose her in a foot race.&nbsp; Miyoko was the easiest to recognize, never seen outside of her box...Honestly, it was a pretty cute box, considering that it was...well, a box.&nbsp; Maybe she'd find out one day, if Miyoko led her defenses down.<br><br>Finally, the star of the show, Emma, showed up, apparently sick...No, pardon, <em>super-sick.</em>&nbsp; She looked up from her bag of chips and cocked her head slightly, trying to recall something...It was on the tip of her tongue....aaaand it was gone. Oh well, it must not have been too important, or she wouldn't have forgotten it.&nbsp; As usual, the teacher was late, but it wasn't a big deal, anyway...Felicity had more than enough to keep herself busy, and she aimed to prove that as she pulled out her PSP, making sure her headphones were plugged in before she turned it on.&nbsp; They slipped over her head easily, cushioning the sides of her head as she flipped the portable back out of sleep mode.&nbsp; The glowing green power light combined with her own mischievous grin signaled that it was time to play...at least, until the teacher showed up. Visibly pouting, she decided it would be safer to go with the usual routine...That is, to speed through her classwork and then get right back on her gaming run, so the teacher had absolutely nothing to worry about, and she did just that, sighing in relief when she was done. When class was done...Felicity was none the wiser, her butt planted firmly in her seat. Between her attention being captured by the screen in front of her and the sound-canceling headphones, she might as well have been in her own little world.&nbsp; It wasn't until she was firmly tapped on the shoulder multiple times that she got the idea, almost jumping out of her skin as her shriek sounded out through the hallway!<br><br>Walking and playing at the same time wasn't a talent she had, so she stopped walking every few steps to tap some buttons and navigate menus, running into people at random despite her frequent stops.&nbsp; She hadn't noticed that Kimberly and Adelheidis were in front of her, or she might have avoided walking just yet...She happened to be right by Adelheidis' side at that instant, so if she stopped to look for the culprit of the shoulder tap, she'd find Felicity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>25-11-2014, 17:24:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/U1BkAqj.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Samantha Hale<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kim, Emma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>Oh, how much she was going to enjoy this. Kim had already shown plenty of enthusiasm, and there was no way she would decline anyways. The deviancy was written all over her eyes as she slowly rose up from her chair, pulling up her bag and pulling the strap over her shoulder. <strong>"I'll tag along, I want to put my vest up for drying"</strong>. It wasn't really a lie, she did want to hang the vest up for drying, so she picked it up, and since Kim hadn't seemed to care, she pulled along her vest as well, before leaving the room with gentle steps, one foot landing gracefully in front of the other, her hips swaying with each step.<br><br>The wink that Kim had given was all over her mind, it had been so extreme it'd likely stay there till she was dead. That girl owned no subtlety, it would be very amusing to put her in such a vulnerable position as she intended to.<br><br>She started off by leading them down the hall and down to the ground floor, to - As she had implied - hang up their vests in the same drying cabinet as the fluffy pink jacket she had worn, for then to lead the two of them down towards the bathrooms. After stepping inside, she looked around quickly to make sure all the doors were unlocked, as they were, before pulling Kim in to one of the enclosed stalls. With the school having such a sufficient budget, it was built with separate bathrooms instead of those shitty lifted walls that a lot of cheaper schools would. It was even somewhat sound-proof.<br><br><strong>"Now then, I won't leave you waiting~"</strong> She said with a mischievous grin across her lips as she opened her bag and pulled out a small bag made of pink leather. About 10" long, and a few inches deep. She had received the bag and its content a good while ago and had tested it on herself plenty of times, with very satisfying results. She kept her position with herself closest to the door, so that there was no real way to slip past, not that she expected Kim to run either, it was right up her league after all.<br><br>She unzipped the bag and looked down into it, fishing out the content by the white wires, holding the content up by hanging it on her finger - Three bullet-vibes, connected to their wireless receivers. She pulled out a small remote as well, a simple universal remote with sliders. It had six channels, A-F, and a master control which would automatically override all the other sliders. She had a small office-tape in the bag as well, to... Help a little bit. <strong>"I'll keep the remote for the first half of the day, then we switch after that?"</strong> She said with an innocent smile, a smile not reflecting on her offer at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2014, 20:08:23</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyo-box</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Miyobox.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Girl.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><strong>Character:</strong> Miyoko Sasahara (aka "Miyo-box")<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom 2-A</div><br>As soon as class had started once the teacher arrived, she firmly paid attention the lesson and adamantly took notes, using one of her tongs that had a pencil taped between the ends. The box girl shuddered as suddenly burst through the door in the middle of class, brashly announcing her entrance. She then slowly tried to regain her composure, continuing her writing as class soon resumed once more. Felicity was that off about the box armor's cuteness, as when the meek girl tried make a scarier box, she always scared herself to much with it to try it on. Once class was over, Miyo-box made her way to her locker for more workbooks, hoping to not be obstructed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 02:09:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/04/01/040123090ae5bec6b52522ce6eca4f26.png?2469634)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Addy Crowley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Felicity<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br>Adelheidis' head snapped up at the sudden tap of her shoulder. Eyes lifting from the book in her hands with a casual disinterest. Practical jokes were commonplace, if an unfortunate happenstance. A single, well-groomed eyebrow raised in curiosity as she beheld Felicity, attention buried in her latest video game. "Yes?"<br><br>Her voice was cool as it left her throat, holding no trace of amusement or understanding. Certainly, the girl was a beauty, and Adelheidis would love to do terrible things to her, but this was neither the time nor place for those thoughts. "Can I help you with anything, Miss von Wolfe?" A part of her, rather scandalously, hoped the answer was 'yes', and involved her on her hands and knees somewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 06:27:52</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s3.postimg.org/7e4l38exv/kimtongues.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A</div><br><hr><br>Kim couldn't help but show her enthusiasm for the proposition, snatching the vibrators out of Samantha's hands and looking at them carefully. She had her tongue sticking out of her mouth like she was trying to solve a difficult problem, and then finally she turned her attention back upon the other girl. "Okay then!" She said, biting her lip as she reached under her skirt and pulled down her spandex.<br><br>She had a cute little tuft of red hair above her womanhood, one that she carefully maintained. She carefully applied three strips of tape to three bullet-vibes... with a little help from Samantha, though there was no way they could get away with fooling around here and being absent from class. It was quite a temptation, but when Kim was all set up and ready to go, the girl pulled up her spandex and patted down her skirt.<br><br>"Alright, then!" She said, her eyes wild with anticipation, "Time for a test fire!"<br><br>Kim crouched low in a bizarre squat- like a wrestler about to pounce, and then put her hands on her knees, "Hit me with your best shot!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 08:28:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/x4QpCGK.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Adelheidis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>Was there a chill in the air? No, it was just Addy talking to her. Wait, why was Addy speaking to <em>her</em>? Wasn't Adelheidis one of sort of popular kids? Somewhat confused, Felicity actually looked up from her game, something that was usually unheard of, and she cocked her head to the side, staring at the pampered girl like she was an alien. <em>Does she like games too? Oh, maybe she wanted to ask about one of them, but got nervous! Oh, I know what to do! If I keep her attention, she won't have to worry about people making fun of her for hanging out with me! Yes, the perfect plan!</em><br><br>Felicity turns her body with an especially exaggerated movement, letting her napsack slip down her arm and fall to the floor, various game cases scattering on the floor.&nbsp; It wasn't a cause for much concern, as the games themselves were protected by the plastic cases around them, meaning she didn't have to fear for their pristine conditions. The bag was now hanging loosely from her arm, only one strap actually supported now.&nbsp; <br><br>"Aaah, oh no!" Felicity cries out, knowing that her possessions were quite safe, but putting on a show for Addy. "Ah, they're all over the place..." she groans, setting her bag down on the floor as she gets down on her knees, bending and leaning forward as she begins the task of cleaning up, while unintentionally giving Addy a look at her panties. She picks up each case one-by-one, checking each for scratches, dirt, and the like, before placing them carefully in the bag.&nbsp; She reaches one of her favorite games, <em>Super Ultra Mecha Wars Z</em>, and beams.&nbsp; "Oooh, I'm glad this one's okay, this is one of my favorites, you know?&nbsp; Have you played it too, Addy?" She turns around, still on her knees, with one arm supporting her, and looks up at the girl, giving her a good look at the game cover.&nbsp; "If you want, I'll let you play it later in class, okay?&nbsp; But! But but but, you have to make a new save file so mine doesn't get erased, promise?&nbsp; I promise it's a super awesome game!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 15:47:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/04/01/040123090ae5bec6b52522ce6eca4f26.png?2469634)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Addy Crowley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Felicity<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br>Addy eyed the strange girl in front of her with thinly veiled curiosity. On the one hand, the girl's antics were mildly amusing. On the other, she was absolutely perplexed that the girl was even speaking to her. Didn't she know her reputation? Wasn't she-<br><br>Her thoughts cut off as Felicity bent over, flashing her a gorgeous shot of her panties. Despite her best efforts, her eyes were glued to the sight in an instant. Mouth dry, and face flushed, Addy was forced to take a moment to recenter herself, only to find a game being offered to her. "I'll admit, I've never had time for..." She paused, trying to find a more appropriate name for the term than 'childish escapism'. "Things like this." She finally settled on.<br><br>"But, my family just recently purchased a new entertainment system." Not entirely a lie, as while it was rarely used, her own set-up was about as modern as one could get. She'd need the game consoles, but a single text to Melvin would see it done. "Perhaps you could come over and make certain it's set up right after school? I hear video games are more fun when played with company."<br><br><em>What am I doing? This isn't like me at all! I have a reputation to uphold!</em> She mentally berated herself, but the words were lost among images of the possibilities. Oh the things she wanted to do to this... Gamer.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 16:07:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alex<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>From the moment she watched Samantha and Kim leave together and let her imagination run wild, Emma was at war with the new addition to her anatomy. <em>Follow, follow, </em>her body urged her, and her front teeth crossed her lip as she watched their hips find a rhythm together. They were both looking so nice today, and maybe they'd appreciate some pictures for the yearbook. Pictures of their sopping cunts, spreadeagle on the school stairs- no! Emma could feel the tape pulling away from her skin, and stood suddenly to rub the adhesive back down through the pleats of her skirt. It never was as sticky, after the first time.<br><br>The camera had a long, thick strap to it, thick enough that just the night before it'd held her whole body captive. Emma looped it around her svelte body and let it slide all the way down to her hips, a way no respectable photographer would carry her livelihood, and unclipped the weight of the camera. The added restraint of the strap seemed to do the trick. She tightened the buckle around her hips, just to be sure, and the pleats hugged her as tightly as a pencil skirt before flaring out at a hippie fringe just under the strap. But now she had the camera in her hands, and a dull ache that wanted to admire the bodies of class 2-A. The ache was nothing new.<br><br>A snapshot clicked from behind Alex, catching her tense in mid-chew, curious for the disembodied words coming down the earbuds, given a golden aura by the morning sun in her blonde hair. From one aisle to the next Emma followed where the camera led her, a picture of Alexandria's sweet smile so her photolog could show she looked just as good from the front. <em>Hey, girl, </em>Emma mouthed with a sly little wink, knowing that Alex wouldn't hear her through the buds. The murmur of her textbook on tape was just barely detectable to Emma's ears.<br><br>With flirtatious mischief Emma tugged at one of the buttons of her own collar, to suggest to Alex could do to show a little more throat for the camera. Oh, it was pretty clear Alex wasn't interested in girls, but that was what made her a safe sounding board. She was that one quaint straight friend with whom Emma could flirt without it having to mean anything. Every girl needed that one straight friend. For some reason, though, they were in awful short supply around these parts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 18:00:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/x4QpCGK.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Adelheidis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>"What do you mean, you never have time for this?" Felicity asks outright, as if it was the strangest sentence she'd ever heard in her life. "You can always make time to enjoy yourself, Addy! I'll show you in class! I mean sure, we have to do that silly classwork stuff, but once that's done, it's time ripe for the taking, and much better spent having fun!"&nbsp; By this point, she'd finished collecting her possessions, and gradually stood up, turned around, and dusted herself off a bit.&nbsp; &nbsp;At the mention of a new entertainment center, her eyes practically lit up with all the excitement of a girl who just got the perfect gift.<br><br>"Whoa, really, you mean it?! I can actually come in? Ooooh, I bet the new system is great! I read that they even put in this sort of virtual reality thing in this one!" she squeals. If she was acting like a geek before, she must've looked like...well, a screaming fangirl at this point.&nbsp; "Okay, deep breaths, deep breaths, in and out...Right. um...I'm sure it'll be awesome, Addy!&nbsp; I have a new game I wanted to play, but as long as home before it gets too late, I don't mind at all!&nbsp; Should I bring anything there, Addy?"&nbsp; She barrages the privileged girl with an onslaught of speech along with barely-contained excitement, while many bystanders simply stared at her, thinking that it was just Felicity being odd again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 19:40:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/U1BkAqj.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Samantha Hale<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathrooms, Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>Patience was a gift that only a few lucky, privileged ones was given, and it didn't seem like Kim was born with that gift... At all. It rose a few interesting thoughts though, like how quickly she could get the girl to cum when they were back in the classroom, and if she was the foreplay-type or not. <br><br>When she started messing with the tape though, Sam was convinced that the girl knew no boundaries. Sam wasn't sure where she was intending to tape the three vibes to, though it would certainly mess with her own intentions. She sighed when it seemed like Kim had reached road's end and snapped the vibes back into her own hands, pulling off the tape from two of the vibes, letting it remain on on the last one. She crouched down and as Kim lifted up on her skirt, Sam started by using the vibe with the tape on it, leaving it just over her clit, before making sure that the vibe was on channel C so she knew which one it was. After that, she stood up again and washed over the two other vibes to make sure there were no glue from the tape left on them. She pushed one of the two remaining vibes a fair distance up her pussy, before making sure that the channel was on the B, for then to tape up the receiver/battery pack as high up under her skirt as she could, for then to apply a bit of tape on the cable as well, not that it would matter much when she pulled up the spandex, but better safe than sorry.<br><br>Now then, for the grand prize and what she was definitely looking forward to the most. She put the vibe in her mouth to get it nice and slippery, before walking up behind Kim, crouching down by the magnificent ass of hers, putting her thumb on the point where the cable met the vibe, pushing it slowly and gently up into the girl's rear canal, for then to yet again check the channel; A, great. She taped it up as well, feeling quite satisfied with her work.<br><br>When the process was done (Which had taken a lot more time than Sam had anticipated), Kim pulled up the spandex again and fixed on her skirt, before pushing towards a "test run".<br><br><strong>"No can do, time to get back to class before people start wondering how hard I fucked you"</strong> She said, grinning as she walked over to her bag and took the remote out again, putting it in her sleeve while getting the bag up on her shoulder, unlocking the door and pulling Kim along.<br><br>This was going to be fun.<br><br>She didn't once mess with the remote, she hadn't even turned it on. She had no intentions of using it while Kim was still anticipating an attack any second. No, she would have to wait till she let her guard down, or when a fitting situation presented itself. It was quite literally a game of how much she could humiliate Kim before lunch. After that, it would after all be her turn in the fire. She leaded them back up the stairs and down the hall, to their own classroom again.<br><br><hr><hr><br>She pushed the door open, with a single hand, beaming of satisfaction. She kept her hands within the sleeves of the top shirt, her fingers wrapped around the small remote as she walked over to her desk, putting the bag down again, intentionally so bending far enough for the already short skirt to shamelessly uncover the thin pink lace thong that disappeared between her buttocks. She remained bent over for a little bit, pulling out her phone in an as unsubtle way as she was capable of, before getting up again, correcting on her skirt so it yet again concealed what lied below as she sat down on her chair, leaning back well, looking over at Kim as she decided that enough time had passed for her to test out the vibes a little bit, see how well she reacted.<br><br>She flicked the on-switch and moved her thumb up to the MASTER-silder, pushing it about a fourth of the way it could go, with the vibes aggressively responding to it. A lot could be said about them, but them being cheap knockoffs was not one of the things, as they were prime quality - As the vibrations reflected upon. She normally didn't push it further than halfway when playing with herself, and that alone, she found quite overwhelming.<br><br>She made sure to sit so that she could look over the screen of the phone which was filming the reaction so she could show it to her when they were switching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 00:31:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/04/01/040123090ae5bec6b52522ce6eca4f26.png?2469634)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Addy Crowley<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging: Felicity</strong><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Classroom 2-A</strong><br><br>Addy backs up a half step, her nose wrinkling at Felicity's sudden enthusiasm. To her, even when excited a proper lady should remain calm and collected. "Of course..." She drawled coolly, keeping her composure against the sudden onslaught of questions and exclamations. Internally, her mind whirled to try and keep up with the deluge of it all. "I wouldn't have extended the invitation if I hadn't meant it."<br><br>Her parents had been pressuring her quite a bit lately, to bring a 'friend' home from school. This, at least, would abate some of their concerns regarding the matter. Honestly, bringing outsiders into her home was a point of discomfort for the spoiled girl, as they'd interfere with her routine. Namely, forcing her to wear clothing. <em>Though,</em> she amended. <em>I may make that offer to her anyways.</em><br><br>She spared a moment to giggle at that thought, but dismissed the idea. Felicity was oblivious, but not that much. "You're welcome to come over, even stay the night if you like. As for what to bring?" She paused, trying to think of anything her manor couldn't provide. "Well, you're welcome to bring whatever you like, but I can provide anything you'd possibly need, I'm certain."<br><br>Forcing an awkward smile, the gesture wasn't common on her face, she turned to regard her cell phone. A quick text to Melvin would ensure she had everything she needed. '<em>You want what?</em>' The phone buzzed a moment later, quickly followed by an amendment. '<em>I mean, sure I can get it, but why do you need it? Have you finally made friends?</em>'<br><br>'<em>Of a sort. Can you ensure it's set up properly? And functioning like I asked?</em>' She hurriedly typed out, returning to class before the bell rang.<br><br>'<em>Absolutely. We'll have it ready when you arrive. I'll let the maids know to not interrupt.</em>' Smiling at the response, she tucked her phone away and returned to her book. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 06:17:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alex<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>"You want to model for me?" A twist behind the base of the lens throttled the light silhouetting Alex to a dreamy bloom, brought focus to the much subtler drag of peach fingers through blonde hair. The busy, brightly lit classroom was now a boudoir shot between just the two of them. Emma waited patiently, her finger on the trigger, for Alexandria to grow tired of thrusting her breasts out and for gravity to just barely begin to take hold and drag her down, and for the plucked earbuds to start sliding from her shoulders and beg the viewer to intervene. That was the moment where it all came together.<br><br><em>Click. </em><br><br>"Let's take one at the supply cabinet." Emma shuffled back until her hips bumped the full length cabinet, and she tapped the door with a pink-painted nail. "I want you to open it and reach for something up on the top shelf." With a step back, Emma took one knee so she could capture it all- the light reflecting off the clean glassware, the energy of a young woman unveiling all the potential of a day of learning, and of course, a flattering shot from below of her half-unbuttoned bosom. Maybe the viewer would find a hint of nipple somewhere among all the glass reflections- who knew? Well, Emma did, but it was her style to suggest, and not to show.<br><br>"You wanna get a couple for your Facebook too?" She didn't wait a long time for this shot, not at all. The exact energy she wanted to convey came immediately, and waiting would only make it evaporate. The immediate click and capture came only with practice. "Something more private, without these other girls around. Just you and me, and a camera." Emma wasn't looking at Alex. She was reviewing her pictures. Some of these, she couldn't remember taking. Some girl- Emma herself?- dark and blurry and smeared with greasy cum. When had that happened?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 06:51:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/x4QpCGK.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Adelheidis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>"Ooooh, I can stay the night? In a mansion, an actual mansion?! With like, maids and butlers and fancy silver platters and chandeliers and...aaaah, this is awesome!" She spends a minute or so raving about the good fortune she's happened to come across, and all for allowing Addy to admit her love for games! "Oh Addy, I just can't wait! I'm practically bursting with raw excitement, and...and...<em><strong>EMOTIONS!</strong></em>"&nbsp; She paused for effect, posing as if she was pointing a single finger towards the heavens, or in this case, the ceiling above.&nbsp; While this didn't have quite the effect she would have liked, it did earn her quite a few stares from students returning to class.&nbsp; By the time she gave up on a positive reaction, her new friend Addy was gone!&nbsp; <em>Oh, class must be starting!</em><br><br>Barely making the time limit, she darts back into the classroom, sitting closer to her new-found friend than she would have before, flashing a kind grin before flipping her game back on, making up for lost time as she loaded her save file.&nbsp; Afterwards, she actually forced her desk even closer to Ms. Crowley, until she could share the images on the screen with the girl, intent on giving her some kind of a shared experience. "See, it's awesome!" she insists, as various mechs jet about the scree in what looks to be some kind of anime cutscene...all in the middle of class, at that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 18:14:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alex<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>"Don't be ridic, he's like a thousand miles away." The camera hid Emma's face and tracked the curves of Alexandria's body, grabbing up mementos like thieving fingers. She stepped in close to separate Alex from the cabinet with the press of her body, a small flash in close for the highest resolution of a bead of sweat possible. She had to be careful not to lead with her hips, so she led with the press of the camera instead, to the very back of the classroom, into the nook where the science projects were stored. Shelves and shelves of tiny bean plant experiments and hydroponic strawberries lent a splash of green color, and an element of nature to the cold classroom.<br><br>"I'm worried you're not getting the full academy experience." With a little rearranging, Emma selected only the plants with small, tentative blooms as a backdrop for Alexandria, and placed them all in a row. "Not just because you're surrounded by the single highest concentration of hotties, but I mean, are you discovering yourself? Really stretching out your independence?" She slipped up onto the counter beside the sink, and left it to Alex to decide on the look she wanted. These pictures would be for her, after all.<br><br>"You've got to answer questions like, do I wanna know how it feels to kiss a girl? Will it give me a rush to show off my pussy on camera? Important stuff like that." An impish little smile as she worked over her knees to exachange lenses for this saturated color. Her willowy legs swayed in the damp air, collecting the dewdrops of the plants in mottled freckles on her stockings. "Won't be a lot of chances later on, in the career world." The lens locked into place, and she was ready. "Those bitches will backstab you over nothing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 00:17:58</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s3.postimg.org/7e4l38exv/kimtongues.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha, Any<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A</div><br><hr><br>Sure, she was a little disappointed that immeditely gratification wasn't on the menu, but Sam did know how to push her buttons, so the slight wasn't taken to heart. When they got back, it looked as if Class hadn't started yet. Kim was giddy in anticipation- she felt one of the vibrators snug against her womanhood, and the other two inside. Kim thought she felt it move, but it was just he imagination. The girl looked over at Alex and Emma, smiling devilishly at the pair as the blonde girl seductively posed for the amateur photographer.<br><br>On the other side of the classroom, Felicity and.. of all people, Addy seemed to be hitting it off. She liked Felicity, though after one chance encounter with the rich girl they didn't so much hit it off. She thought it best to avoid her for the time being... Sam was just waiting to pounce, taking her time in teasing Kim. In truth, the tomboy was anxious for that first taste. It made her stomach churn with anticipated delight to consider Sam in control of her every sensation. Still some time before class started up again...<br><br>Kim assumed direct control of an empty seat besides Miyoko, practically jumping in it as she got right up the shy girl's face, "How are you doing this morning, Miyoko!?"<br><br>"Fantastic!" She exclaimed, not waiting for the girl to reply. Kim got up even closer, leaning onto her desk and looking at some of the new books she had gotten for the day's classes. How boring! Kim put her elbows atop Miyoko's books, leaning over and putting her prominent rear on display, "Do you see that gamer girl talking to Addy over there? Isn't that<strong> weird</strong>!?"<br><br>Her red eyes were wide and almost frenzied, pulling as much as she could out of the girl. And then, as she bent over, that's when Sam struck. She inhaled sharply, her chest heaving as tingles ran up her spine. Oh, that was good. She was already a little wet from just the anticipation for this, but now that it was happening- Kim's body went on full alert. She stiffened a little bit, biting her lip but remaining in control of herself as she stared at Miyoko, impatiently awaiting her response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 01:21:00</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyo-box</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Miyobox.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Girl.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><strong>Character:</strong> Miyoko Sasahara (aka "Miyo-box")<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom 2-A</div><br>Setting up her workbooks in a practical way for the next class after sitting in her seat, Miyoko jumped up in panic as there was suddenly Kimberly's a centimeter away from the eyeholes of her boxy helmet. The shaking girl was even able to fully reach her dry-erase board as the predator of all box-kind was blasting her with conversation, not even getting to reply to her first question. Her boxy armor was starting to make audible noises from her movements as leaned over onto her desk, nonchalantly smooshing the workbooks under her elbows. "Wh-Why?" was quickly written on the board, Miyo-box just wanting Kim to leave. The box girl always had such fear that it was near impossible to from biased emotions such as prejudice, so the question flew over her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 04:28:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/x4QpCGK.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Kimberly, Addy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>Fortunately, Felicity wasn't wearing her headphones at the moment. That tiny fact, combined with the excessive volume of Kimberly's voice, alerted her to the hyperactive girl's conversation and...well, it wasn't exactly an insult for Felicity, buuuut...<br><br>"Hey, I'm not weird! I just know how to have fun, you know?" she comments, jumping up from her seat to confront Kimberly in front of Miyo-box.&nbsp; She wasn't particularly upset...It was quite difficult to really make the girl angry, but she couldn't resist the urge to confront her.&nbsp; "Besides, even if I <em>am</em> weird, Addy's hanging out with me, not you.~ She even invited me to sleep over at her house tonight, so we can play video games!&nbsp; I'm gonna kick her butt! Buuuuut if you'd like, maybe one day you could come over or something, and I can beatcha down in a fighting game or something, too!" she brags, putting her elbows down on Miyo-box's desk, seeming to forget that Miyoko was there at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 06:55:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alex<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>Lingerie? The idea made Emma stand up straight with a little fluster. What would Alex even need lingerie for in a place like this, if not to model for her? Maybe she did have an in, after all. "Course it's easy. You just kind of... wait for the right opportunity... and then seize it." It took all her willpower to stay on the other side of the camera, and impassively document the flirt of Alex's tongue across the strawberry taper. She couldn't say exactly how that might feel done to her, but it was badly wanted. The pictures she took, each a wet and lurid fetish for Alex's mouth, would probably break Facebook's terms of service.<br><br>Then the camera swung away to her shoulder, and Emma reached past her model with the pretense of straightening up the shelves. "F'sure." Wispy white ringlets tickled Alex's jaw as she leaned in to capture the moment, enticing her to push them back and become a party to this kiss. Before the strawberry pulp could leave Alexandria's lips, before she could change her mind, Emma's small mouth was on her. She kissed the way she talked, searching with questions, nibbling with little insecurities that needed to work themselves out. That cupid's bow was so plump Emma couldn't let go, and it tasted of strawberries, like something out of a dream. Her narrow fingers clasped around Alex's nape, pressed with her into the plant racks until they squeaked to give away what they were doing back there.<br><br>But for a few moments more, it didn't matter to Emma. Let the back rows see their bodies huddled together in breathless silence, their soft and tentative touches, through the venetian blinds of the shelves. She paused when her name was called from the front of the class. "You're, like, in the room right next to mine, right?" A second time, less patient, her name was called. With a wet peck to the corner of Alex's mouth, Emma stepped out to answer the teacher. "See you later."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 07:43:29</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s3.postimg.org/7e4l38exv/kimtongues.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha, Any<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A</div><br><hr><br>Kim shrugged at Miyoko's response. Or lack thereof. This one would require a little bit of effort she thought. It was all in jest, as she was put into a playful mood by Samantha's doing. Her body tingled from the sensation, but before she could press the box-girl any further, Felicity strode over towards her as well.<br><br>The two loomed over Miyoko's desk like two giants, Kim's playful competitiveness showing through upon Felicity's confrontation. "I never said <em>you</em> were weird." She cooed, narrowing her eyes and smiling. A soft buzz could be heard from Miyoko's eye-level... "But if you think that hanging out with that girl is fun, well then maybe I should teach you a thing or two about having <em>fun.</em>"<br><br>Even on such a low setting, the vibrations going on beneath her skirt was amping Kim up more than usual, she was about to continue the point when the teacher started calling out the students and asking them to sit, bringing the class officially back from break. She straightened up and bit her lip, having a little bit too much fun teasing Felicity before stomping back to her own chair beside Samantha.<br><br>For once, Kim looked like a model student- sitting up straight with her knees together and her hands folded perfectly over her books. In truth, she was just waiting for Samantha's next maneuver, and her dutiful demeanor was just a ruse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 19:14:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/x4QpCGK.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Kimberly, Addy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>"But Kiiiiiim...." she whines, "...you always run around like a maniac and get all sweaty and out of breath and stuff, and then you can't have any real fun, well...by having fun with other people, you know? Games are fun, but they're even more fun when you play with someone else!&nbsp; Seriously, if you come over, we could play like...Dance Dance Revolution, or LoL, oooooor you could watch me kick some butt online! I'm <em>highly</em> respected in the group I play with, you know!~"&nbsp; She heard the vibrations coming from somewhere on Kim's person, though she remained oblivious to the source. "Oh, Kim, I didn't know that you kept your phone on vibrate! I think someone's calling you or texting you now, though, so you should totally take care of that.&nbsp; Seriously, though, I wanna kick your butt!"&nbsp; There was absolutely no doubt about it- She was challenging her classmate, partially out of pride...Though it would be nice to have someone around the house in the near future.&nbsp; It got rather lonely at times, and her home life had been rather devoid of company lately...Of course, that wasn't for anyone to know.&nbsp; As Kim left to go back to her seat, Felicity looked at Miyo-box, cocking her head a bit at her. "Heya, Box-chan!&nbsp; You know, you could come over at some point too, if you wanted.&nbsp; I mean, it kind of seems like it'd be difficult to play anything with those thingies, but you know, I have a bunch of anime we could watch, too!"<br><br>She rubs her hand the box-head as if it were the girl's hair, and quickly returns to her seat, practically bouncing as her butt meets her chair.&nbsp; It'd be yet another boring session with the teacher, but she could totally finish any silly classwork and still have time to grind to the next level.&nbsp; She was moving even quicker, spurred on by the promise of gaming at Addy's, and each time she looked at the in-game clock, her legs started bouncing up and down, anxious for the end of class.<br><br>"C'mon, c'mon..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 20:22:24</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyo-box</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Miyobox.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Girl.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><strong>Character:</strong> Miyoko Sasahara (aka "Miyo-box")<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora, Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A</div><br>Still holding up her board in a questioning response, Miyoko suddenly found that opportunity lost as someone else's body blocked her view of the energetic nympho. As the voices soon rang out, the meek girl suddenly found herself stuck between a spat between Kimberly and one Felicity von Wolfe. The box girl then found her only means of communication pinned under the gamer girl's elbows, her "tong-hands" not being able to pull it out. If not for the current situation, Miyo-box would've surveyed the room for what the buzzing sound was, doubting that there were bees (or Kim's vibrating cellphone) in the classroom. She noticed as Kim soon left, listening as the hyperactive gamer spoke. Whenever Miyoko played video games, she just used gloves. The meek girl didn't know why, but spending some time away from her apartment was sounding slightly appealing, as her boxy world was quite lonely. With the kind box-rubbing gesture finally convincing her, "I'd li-like that..." was written on the dry-erase board.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 20:51:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/U1BkAqj.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Samantha Hale<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kim, open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathrooms, Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>With her attention directed solemnly to Kim, the camera on the phone caught every moment of the anticlimactic start. She had been hoping for a loud moan and Kim practically falling to the floor, though she realized she'd might've had too high expectations, as all she got was Kim suddenly yelling out a word and bending forward. She sighed and ended the filming session, for then to put aside her phone again, keeping the remote low-profile, though not entirely hidden. If she was a bit lucky, someone realized what was going on and wanted to play another piece in the play. In that case though, she'd have to start buying more vibes, possibly getting a few other toys that were compatible with the remote as well (Having everything on a single remote was after all very handy)<br><br>Whenever Kim seemed to have calmed down a little from the initial shock, Sam started playing around again however. She slowly turned down the MASTER-slider and instead started playing with the A-line, aka. the one in poor Kim's rear. She knew it wouldn't be as heavy as having all the vibes running simultaneously, though it was mostly just to see how well Kim could keep up with the stimulation from her rear, and how sensitive she was.<br><br>She remained humming in the background as her attention was driven towards the rest of the class and the general mingling going on. It would seem like Elizabeth had vanished at some point, but other than that, there didn't seem to be anything but a few odd combinations, namely the only person in the class whom Sam felt like competed with her wealth, and the one who couldn't look away from screens unless it meant talking about screens. Overall, she didn't care too much about video games, she enjoyed a selected few a lot, but other than that, she was more so a movie person.<br><br>As far as Addy went, Sam's parents were billionaires, the only reason she didn't live in a mansion as well was because her parents were always on the move, making deals all over the globe. She was amazed they had even ended up having children in the first place, though she was certainly happy they had. As it was now, apparently they were somewhere in Africa doing something African, not that Sam cared. If they got ebola and died, she wouldn't even feel a lot, she barely knew them, she had seen them a few days this year, they hadn't even shown up for her birthday (luckily, they probably wouldn't have favored the amount of liquor being consumed).<br><br>With the teacher back in the room, the real game could begin at least. No mechas fighting dragons or whatever. No, it would be the game of how far she could go with the remote before the teacher found out something was going on. Her thumb moved over to the clit-channel, sliding it up slowly till it was on about 40%, before pushing the one in Kim's rear up to about 70%. She could hear the sound of the vibes from where she sat, and she was throughly enjoying it. She was leaned forward on the desk, looking over at Kim with a sly grin on her lips, watching her poor victim's reactions keenly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 21:17:13</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s17.postimg.org/4xuv3fj9b/Kimblushmid.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha, Any<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A</div><br><hr><br>Though Kim wasn't collapsing from pleasure, it was obvious having sustained vibrations in all those places at once was beginning to have an effect. As time went on, her face reddened, flushed with the fruits of all of Samantha's efforts. Even before she got back to her seat, the tomboy couldn't help but bite her lip and had just a little bit more pep in her step. As she sat at her seat, pretending to be the perfect student, her heart pounded.<br><br>'More, MOAR!' She cried in her mind, the inner Kim in her just itching to burst out and beg for Sam to quit playing around. Her eyes glazed over as Sam turned up the A-line, right where she was sitting, too. Kim couldn't help but move her hips, spreading her legs (and cheeks) and grinding against the chair. She reached foreward, putting her hands on the edge of the desk and she sat bow-legged and provocative.<br><br>She pretended to be paying attention, but when Sam turned up the power on the vibrator taped to her clit, she started to giggle uncontrollably. Her hands clutched at the edge of the desk like it meant life or death and she started to grind even faster against the seat of her chair, her wide stance spreading her rear hole in such a pleasing way... and then, Sam decided to up the ante even more. Kim perked up, arching her back and closing her eyes with a soft exclamation. Her butt was humming so loudly now, providing for her such a strange and delightful sensation. Though thoroughly a lesbian, the girl wanted at that moment... something <em>up</em> there. Something larger than a bullet at least. One of her hands reached up to her breast out of impulse, but she quickly regained control of herself. Putting it back down on the desk was difficult, as her hand almost wandered down to her skirt instead. But no, Samantha wanted to play her little game... and she couldn't just be feeling herself up right in the middle of class!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 00:57:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/04/01/040123090ae5bec6b52522ce6eca4f26.png?2469634)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Addy Crowley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br>A delicate eyebrow raised on Addy's face as the persistent buzzing grew louder. Still facing forwards, pretending for the umpteenth time to be paying attention to the lesson, she leaned softly to the side. "Are you quite alright?" She teased, casting her gaze over at Kim. "You seem to be positively... <em>Buzzing</em> with anticipation."<br><br>Mrs Manson turned around sharply to cast a withering gaze across the room, before turning back towards the blackboard. "Hmm... Old bat always acts like something's up her butt, doesn't she?" Addy teased further, keeping her voice quiet. "A stick's too narrow though. An apple maybe? Or a watermelon?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 07:18:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/x4QpCGK.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Adelheidis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>"Huuuuuh?~ Addy, why do you keep mentioning food? Oh, are you hungry? Hang on, I have snacks! Let's seeeee....Fruit...fruit...Oh, here! I have these gummy fruit snack thingies! They're pretty yummy, I promise! Here, I'll eat some too, kay? Awesome!" She takes a look over at Kim and her <em>odd</em> movements. "Yeah, she's kinda freaking me out some, too...I mean, she's always yelling...Maybe she's doing some kind of weird exercise or something? It sort of seems like something she'd do, right?"<br><br>She digs around in her bag for a box of strawberry pocky, ignoring the teacher's gaze completely. "Ooooh, these are the best, though! You just gotta make sure they don't melt, or they super-hard to get unstuck without melting together and all that messy stuff...like these, aw... Oh well, I'll just have to lick some of it off if I get dirty..."<br><br>She snaps a few apart, getting some of the strawberry creme on her fingers, which she licks off with ease, bringing...certain images to those whose minds might've been in the gutter.&nbsp; Immediately after that, she offers a few sticks to Addy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>03-12-2014, 20:47:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/U1BkAqj.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Samantha Hale<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kim, open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>The class had started, but Sam wasn't listening to the teacher preaching, nor keeping her eyes on him. no, her eyes were locked on Kim, to see how she reacted to the different forms of pleasure the vibes could give. She let the settings remain as they were for a fair bit, listening to the consistent humming while watching Kim's attempts at controlling her urges. Oh god how much she would've loved to step over and help her out a little, though she couldn't. She could only keep on doing what she did. She wasn't even very subtle about it, the way her eyes were locked on Kim, and the loose grip on the remote under her desk.<br><br>She was curious if she could get the girl a bit louder though. While she wasn't in any sense subtle, she was curious to see what more she could make Kim do for her. She slowly turned down on the clit setting while simultaneously sliding up the vaginal, surveying the reaction for a bit before placing her thumb on the C-channel, doing a few quick pulses, roughly doubling the vibrations for quick moments, without following any kind of pattern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>04-12-2014, 01:58:11</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s17.postimg.org/4xuv3fj9b/Kimblushmid.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha, Any<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A</div><br><hr><br>Kim squirmed and rocked back and forth in her seat, barely able to contain herself. She almost sighed in relief as her clit stopped buzzing, both glad that it had stopped before she had become too loud... but also disappointed that such a pleasant sensation was over so soon. But before she could even turn to make a remark at Sam, the vibrations within her pussy intensified. The tomboy bit her lip and craned her head forward as she shuffled in her seat. She let her jaw drop, "Uuuhhh!" she let out, quickly realizing how loud it was. Still, her tongue slightly stuck out of her mouth as she looked around the room at any who had brought their eyes her way.<br><br>She pulled her skirt down and tried to recompose herself, but Kim wanted too much to touch herself, to start furiously masturbating and get off right then and there! But she'd be expelled... surely she would be, and then she couldn't be with all these other girls in 2-A, least of all her current favorite playmate, Sam...<br><br>Then Samantha started amping up the vibrator in her ass, making the normally boisterous girl squeek. And then again.. And again. Randomly, without rhyme or reason. She raised her hand and rocked her ass against the chair, "IhavetogoreallybadI'msosorry!"<br><br>The red-haired girl stood up abruptly... leaving quite a wet spot on where she was just sitting and turned to run out the bathroom, but then she froze and whirled around, looking at Sam, "I can't wait anymore." She said with only her lips, the girl's teeth clenched shut.<br><br>And with that, Kim fled outside the classroom- throwing aside the door with such a force that it was amazing she didn't break the glass window on it. 'Where!?' She was breathing hard, 'Bathroom too risky... gotta be someplace no one can hear.'<br><br>She bit her lip, then came up with an idea. Of course! The school had a dark-room attached to the art studio, a place for developing film. Place was usually completely empty! Wasn't there a girl in their class that was always in there? Whatever! It didn't matter much to Kim, she skulked down the hallways there, the bullet in her butt whirring all the while..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>04-12-2014, 16:30:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A → Darkroom<br><br><hr><br>A Mary Jane swiveled on the waxed tiles before Mrs. Manson's desk as Emma took her lecture. "Yes'm." Eyes down, she watched the dull reflection for the swish of skirts behind her. "Okay, I understand. I'll put it away." There was a blur of motion as someone ran by and billowed out Emma's platinum curls. Had that been Kimberly? "We're working on a photolog of the other projects. For science." Her thumb ran underneath the camera strap hugged to her hips, and circled one side. The pressure mounting behind the strap nibbled at her brain. "I'll put it in my locker."<br><br>Her fingers caught the door just before it completed its return bounce, and she stepped out into the hall. The scent of floor polish and cleaning agent was a welcome relief from all the pretty perfumes competing for her attention. These girls were enough to drive her crazy on an ordinary day, each with a fragrance purporting to switch on that primal desire in a person's mind. She brought up the picture's she'd taken in the camera's viewfinder to see Alexandria again, and flip-flip-flipped through them like delicious candy, never enough. Again she was on the cummy pictures of herself, taken late at night, a blur of limbs. Where had those come from? Her curiosity got the better of her, and she detoured into the darkroom.<br><br>It was a home away from homeroom for Emma. The windowless door sealed flush behind her like a locked vault, with not even a seam of light to define where the door had gone. In complete darkness she could feel the thigh-high tables along the edges, the clearly organized shelves where she kept her supplies. But there was someone else in here, too. Somebody breathing.<br><br>The scent was an unfamiliar one among the chemical baths of the darkroom, sweat and desperation and sexual excitement. Emma followed the panting for breath, and perceived an intake when she set aside her heavy camera on the darkroom counter. Her fingers went out to confirm what her other senses were telling her with a touch, and found a taut, firm flank beneath vest and shirt. A small squeeze, to wordlessly communicate that she wanted to be a party to this kinky game. Who was it? A student, the skirt told. Her mind ran away with the possibilities, but she couldn't ruin the illusion by opening her fool mouth to ask. In complete anonymity, she could be anybody.<br><br>The camera strap jingled free from her hips, and hit the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>05-12-2014, 06:00:37</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s10.postimg.org/dvxtkr65l/Kimblushduring.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Darkroom</div><br><hr><br>Kim was two knuckles in when she heard the revolving door to the darkroom begin to move and she froze. But try as she might, her breath was still labored. Just how much range did this remote control have? She was still going <em>crazy.</em> When she felt a hand on her butt, the girl sighed in relief and joy. She giggled, at first nervously, but then it turned genuine.<br><br>Surely this must have been Sam following her. The girl turned around and cooed, "Couldn't keep away, mm?" She said, reaching over to the girl in the dark and putting one hand up her shirt, around her navel... the other to her breasts. She felt them outside the fabric of the vest and shirt over, and strangely- it wasn't Samantha! She knew just how... voluminous her friend's breasts were, and these were not they. Still, the molestation did not seem... unwelcome.<br><br>Even if it wasn't Sam, this girl seemed down to help her vent off some steam... whoever it was. Kim reached for her other breast, massaging Emma in both hands as she eagerly explored the other girl's body. Bigger than hers', but then again that wasn't so difficult for girls their age. Still reeling from the vibrations in two of her sensitive holes, Kim couldn't restrain herself. She leaned in, kissing Emma and forcing her tongue past their lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>05-12-2014, 15:14:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Darkroom<br><br><hr><br>She couldn't let Kim's tongue graze her front teeth and remind her of that imperfection. As soon as the tongue had slipped into her mouth, Emma tormented it with an unfeeling frigidity. Her soft lips pinned around the plump flesh. It oughtn't have been enough to hold a slippery tongue, but her crawling fingers were distracting, ushering up Kim's skirt, nurturing a feeling of being trapped with the thump of the counter against Kim's backside. Her smaller tongue pushed to smother her classmate's, shoved down to pool across its struggling contour and complement every supple squirm. Any twirl of resistance, she felt compelled to lick and batter down. <em>No. Stop it. Get under my tongue. </em><br><br>Her needs didn't take well to foreplay. Everything in the world was already a tease, and just desperately needed release. One hand sought blindly for the knee-high rolling cart she knew was under the counter, and she interposed it between her starving hips and Kim's. It was only natural that they search to find one another again, but she kept the cart there, baiting with a suck on her tongue to get her to bend over it. When one mouth escaped the other, she guided Kim's shoulder down to the cool, flat, featureless surface. The cart had been just the right size for students to get in trouble for straddling and tooling around like a Shetland pony. But now, its only purpose was to hold an anonymous pair of hips for Emma to thrust into.<br><br>The firm, narrow presses of her hands kneaded down Kim's back. At the hill of her pleading ass, Emma's progress slowed to a crawl. Every nuanced contour here was precious. Her fingers clung to the swooping, neatly tucked sculpt as she pried up the wet spandex to expose Kim- of course, she discovered the tape and the wire. What was that? Her fingertip followed the tiny cord where the toy entered Kim's rear, and found it already a little stretched for her. There was an egg inside, a little vibrating bullet, but no matter. She would just fuck around it.<br><br>If the darkroom hadn't been sealed so tight, Emma's eager panting could have been heard out into the art room. But it <em>was </em>sealed, and even the sharpest cries of pleasure were as private as this darkness. It felt so freeing to let her newly made cock pop erect under the umbrella of her skirt, and loom over the evaporating heat of a classmate she couldn't even identify. It was exactly as she'd described it to the demon: too thick for her fingers to fully enclose, long enough to hit five alarm, a little unexpected curve, a fat, pampered mushroom helmet. Every complex part of it crowded to be felt as the fever-hot tip pushed up behind the already embedded vibe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>05-12-2014, 17:45:22</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s10.postimg.org/dvxtkr65l/Kimblushduring.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Darkroom</div><br><hr><br>Kim was too enthralled with her own passions, and the novel intimacy with this mysterious stranger, to resist. She mewled under the ministrations of the other girl's tongue, eager for more and more. Eager to feel it against his wet pussy... but such a thing was not to be, at least not with a girl as... recently gifted as Emma. When their lips parted, Kim softly moaned in mock sadness, but it quickened her heart, hinting that they would soon engage in more... intimate interactions.<br><br>But then the big tease pulled out the cart between them, keeping her at a distance. She whined again, searching for the girl in complete darkness. Emma found her first, though- her hands on her&nbsp; shoulder pushing her down onto the flat plane. Kim bit her lip, clutching the edge of the cart surface as she presented her butt into the air. What was next to come? Would she be fingered? Or licked... Oh, Kim could barely contain her giddiness. The vibrators continued to run within her womanhood, ass, and against her clit. Whether they were stuck at a constant rate beyond the range of Sam's remote or she just wanted to maintain the same intensity throughout, Kim didn't know and didn't care.<br><br>Her shorts underneath her skirt were soaked, sliding down her thighs seemingly with reluctance. Kim closed her eyes (not that there was much to see anyways) while Emma teased her ass with her cock. Was it a finger? No, too large... A toy, perhaps? Kim's mind buzzed as much as her toys. It was hot and maybe even a little bit too big for her. But in such a state as she was, Emma was helpless to control her lust, and helpless to admonish this stranger for whatever she might be planning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>05-12-2014, 21:30:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Darkroom<br><br><hr><br>If it was a toy that went sawing along Kim's valley to soak up her slick excitement, it was pretty lifelike. The grooves were lovingly detailed by a demonic craftsman to smear open a young woman's petals and skirt across their surface, fatty and lush at first touch, but responding to the pressure of touch with an industrial hardness. It was an expensive toy, if it was that. Maybe it had cost a soul.<br><br>Emma's hips intuited the angle of penetration. It wasn't something she normally thought about, but instinctively she stepped over her bent classmate's legs, so they couldn't interfere with what she needed to do to the girl's poor ass. She felt wet enough, unable to really grasp the shaft to thumb the head against Kimberly's pouting aperture. What drag the little wire gave as she pushed in was ignored, and very quickly the vibration crushed between Kim's soft tissue and the tip of her penetrating head.<br><br>A rush of air left her and had her narrow body half slumped over Kim's shoulders as she forced open the fussy, uncooperative sphincter. Once, a girl had put her lips to Emma's clit. This felt like pushing her whole clit into a warm body, and not just a little, but deep enough to feel her whole body heat and the roll of her muscles. She wasn't just a passive sponge of pleasure, but could take it. A rude shove plucked the first of Kimberly's rectal folds with the buzzing bullet, pushed it to the next, and wore the slippery film basted to her cock vanishingly thin. She'd always felt a kinship with rabbits, but it wasn't until she'd mounted her classmate and felt her first squeezes that she understood her need to fuck like one: rapid, desperate, and thumping.<br><br>The bullet couldn't go any deeper without snapping at the wire, so Emma's buffeting flurry of thrusts pushed it aside, forcing its vibration tightly packed to the softness behind Kim's cunt as she thrust on through. It was hard, and uncomfortable, like a princess' pea, but she needed this too badly to stop. "Nn-nh," she complained, the barest of sounds over her hips spanking into her classmate's seat. Faster, faster. Was she even remembering to breathe? Fistfuls of red hair clenched in her greedy fingers, and her whole body felt flush and hot with friction, melting into Kim's tight little hole. Faster even, until it seemed an impossible rhythm to keep, but Emma was in her element. She was fueled by sugar cola and pop rocks and every day just waiting to pop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>06-12-2014, 00:41:17</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s10.postimg.org/dvxtkr65l/Kimblushduring.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Darkroom</div><br><hr><br>Kim grit her teeth at the sudden intrusion, not used to ever feeling something so... <em>big</em> in her behind. And yet it was strangely so painful and so pleasurable all at once. The bullet shook in her ass, an obstacle for Emma, perhaps... but for the other girl, it was a pleasurable sensation rattling against Kim's tight inner walls. What was going on back there? Kim bit her lip and her knuckles went white gripping the edge of the cart. What kind of girl fucks another so hard with a toy like that? And in the ass? Kim could barely make sense of it all, but it almost seemed like her mysterious partner in the darkroom was getting off on it... even moreso than she was!<br><br>The tomboy winced, it was almost too much. "Ss-slow-" She tried to say, but suddenly her head yanked back, desperately held by the hair in Emma's surprisingly powerful grip, "Unnh!" She closed her eyes and let out a wordless moan, as if losing all control of her mental faculties. Her voice competed with the sounds of wet smacking, flesh upon flesh, Emma's delicate and feminine hips slapping against Kim's generous heart-shaped behind... and the thick cock connecting them together.<br><br>There was practically a steady drip of her pleasure falling to her spandex stretched around her thighs, right underneath her womanhood. Kim's tongue lolled out of her mouth as Emma pumped her cock deeper and deeper, reaching new heights (or depths, as it were) of pain and pleasure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>06-12-2014, 03:49:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Darkroom<br><br><hr><br>The groan of a voice was enough to run Emma's imagination wild, wondering who the body under her might be. Every rapid-fire possibility drove her clit-deep in punished softness. In that moment Kim stood for all of them, every girl who'd ever starred in Emma's tawdry fantasies, she took it all out on the girl's crimson-blushed ass. The wheels of the cart ceased slipping and turned sideways, and then there was no more bounce for the surface to give- it was all Emma lancing her against the unyielding shelf, putting bruises where hip met thigh. She couldn't slow down yet. Her heart might stop.<br><br>Something sopping wet had happened, and gone dripping down Kim's thighs and splashed across the pleats of Emma's skirt. Stopping her thrusts was so unwanted that Emma had to screw her Mary Janes into the floor and steel herself with a teensy bunny growl. Pulling out, all engorged and clinging to her classmate's welted bottom with a dozen sticky strings, felt impossible. Had they both started to melt? She could hear the determined motor of the buried vibrator bullet, sputtering in thick fluid as she finally disgorged. Oh- she had cum. That was what all that was, leaking over the both of them and pooled in the plastic grooves of the cart. <em>Fuck. </em><br><br>Could her mewling classmate get pregnant, from too much cum in her ass? Emma realized that she was still convulsing at the tummy, still mid-ejaculation at this worry. She was still firm, still tense in her limbs, still raring to go, but the head was too sensitive to touch. Only her own hand could stroke the shaft without causing a sharp tinge of pain. In the darkness she could hear ragged panting, a plush mouth unable to close, and with one hand she began to stroke as the other drifted back through Kim's hair to hold her offered mouth steady. Just like in the pornos, right? Just like in the pornos.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>06-12-2014, 06:12:36</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s10.postimg.org/dvxtkr65l/Kimblushduring.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Darkroom</div><br><hr><br>There was a pronounced sense of lost when Emma left Kim, a sensation quite unlike any Kim had felt before. She wanted it back in, hard and rough as it might have been, and her cock's absence left Kim's pucker gaping with each breath. Though entirely lost on Emma in the pitch blackness of the darkroom, her partner's ass bore the evidence of one hell of a good fucking. Cum dribbled out of it each time she exhaled, until at last the C-channel bullet slipped out of her, covered in spunk and dangling from the place where the wire was taped to her thigh. More and more cum seeped out, dragging down her taint until it pooled upon the bottom of her womanhood.<br><br>Was it one of those toys that squirted? Some kind of lube maybe? Kim was too far gone to really form any coherent assessment of the situation, besides. Not long after Emma left her, Kim felt her knees weaken and she eased herself down into a seat on the floor, her feet beside her ass as she slid off the top of the cart, "Uummmmmmmmhh" She moaned, her head at eye-level with Emma's brand new cock. Little did she know..<br><br>Emma grabbed her hair again, pulling her head into position. She heard the sound of... something wet. And repetitive. It almost sounded like her partner was fingering herself, perhaps with that strange lube. But her questions only lasted as a second before Emma got close enough to catch the last few spurts of Emma's explosive orgasm right in her mouth. One was sufficient, landing right on the center of her tongue before she instinctively closed her mouth and let out a disapproving, "Mmnnh!" The rest landed on her lips and chin, and finally, her shirt. What the heck? Kim reached up, wiping away the spunk on her lips with her fingers as Emma still held onto her hair.<br><br>What a strange substance, indeed! She reached down, fingers running along the vibrator taped to her clit out of impulse. Maybe to ensure it was still there- her whole body was in reverie, she could barely tell what feelings were coming from where. Except, of course, the pounding her ass had just received... The cum on her fingers did not remain so, slipping free from her nails and inbetween her womanly lips...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>08-12-2014, 15:26:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kim, Open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Darkroom → Halls<br><br><hr><br>Today was shaping up to be an awesome day!<br><br>Emma had been so busy playing dress-up that morning that she'd hardly stopped to enjoy the sensation of this new part of her. There was a honeyed pant for breath against her tight knuckles as she tried to replicate for herself the feel of penetration. It felt like her classmate was begging her for it, and there was a little voice, a little pitchfork-carrying voice, egging her on. Her toes touched, and she perked up on them. Oh- oh, it was coming again! The tiny wet smack of a fat load entering the cave of Kim's mouth made her giddy, but not as giddy as the ones that seemed to go off target. She was being wicked naughty, making a mess for someone else to clean up.<br><br>Fingers only tightened in Kim's hair as she caught her breath in the darkness, more controlling than ever. She could hear the suction of fingers being cleaned, feel the barest resistance of the young woman's head tipping to spoon up what had dribbed down her chin. Weak as a noodle, her insatiable new organ still chiseled and drooling, Emma sank down to Kim's level, and the hard pinch of fingers into hair became a beckoning clasp at the back of her head. Emma couldn't see where her lips were going to touch, as she came forward to kiss. She followed the sound of breathing, but slipped across gooey cheek, and felt her way with the sensitive tips of her lips for the right spot. There, where Kim's tongue could not decide if it wanted to be in or outside of her mouth.<br><br>"Slp." Without compunction, she helped to clean and bring her cum to Kim's mouth. Her modest chest pushed up under Kim's jaw, and she urged her head to tilt back under tight control so that she could aim. "Ptuh." The tongue was a crude tool for trying to gather it up, she quickly found- it was too viscous. But she could find it with her tongue, and gather with her lips, and leave wet trails behind on Kim's skin. "Sch." Cleaning up after a science project had never made her feel so burning hot and desperately wet, but cleanup was a group activity. Mrs. Manson had taught them that. "Thp."<br><br>That, she decided when her jaw was slippery clean, was good enough. Emma dabbed her mouth dry, and succumbed to her rabbit instinct to flee. This had to remain a secret, even between the two of them. In a rustle of skirt and a patter of Mary Janes she discovered the door. The merest sliver of light suggested her silhouette, waifishly thin and with a poof of curls, as she slipped from the darkroom. "Thanks," she whispered just before the door sealed. <em>Emma, you dummy. Why would you say that? Who says thanks for a fuck? </em><br><br>But now she was twice as hard and without the camera strap to help. Emma stole a textbook from the art room table, and clutched it across her lap to return to class.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>10-12-2014, 05:56:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/04/01/040123090ae5bec6b52522ce6eca4f26.png?2469634)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Adelheidis Crowley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma, Open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halls → Locker Room<br><br>"There you are." The exasperation in Addy's voice was palpable when she finally bumped into the wayward student. "Ms. Manson was about to send out a search party. Have you seen Kim? Nevermind. Swimming time, let's get a move on. I want to actually get some laps in today, and you know how long it takes to change."<br><br>Her imperious attitude and quick way of speaking left no room for argument, and rather than wait for a reply she turned and marched towards her locker. She didn't even spare more than a moment to take in the girl's disheveled appearance, chalking it up to another 'Kim' moment.<br><br>Grabbing her gym bag, which contained her 'regulation' swimsuit among other things, she slammed her locker shut and made her way to the lockers. The others would likely be there already, so she moved a bit quicker than usual. Thankfully, people were still quick to get out of the way.<br><br>"Pool's all ours today, I hear." She called out, striding into the locker room with confidence. The moment the door began to shut behind her, her narrow fingers went for the buttons of her shirt. There wasn't a hint of shame or embarrassment when it came to her body. It was one thing money couldn't buy, but she often joked that if one could purchase beauty, she'd be the 'latest model'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>10-12-2014, 12:02:51</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyo-box</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Miyobox.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Girl.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><strong>Character:</strong> Miyoko Sasahara (aka "Miyo-box")<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora, Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A&gt;Locker Room</div><br>Miyoko had hardly noticed when Emma just simply left the classroom, as it tended to happen with several classmates due to their eccentricities. The meek girl happened to pay attention a bit more as Kim left though, as after Addy's blatant use of stealth puns made her blush inside her boxy helmet, it was clear what had been happening. Once class had ended, she realized in her horror that the situation had made her forget there was swimming in gym today. If one watched her as she walked to the locker room, they'd notice Miyo-box's box armor rattling a bit more than usual. The box girl then retrieved her gym bag and went to the nearest stall in the room. Once she exited the stall, she wore her regulation swimsuit, holding her head down in fear along with her shaking body. Miyoko's body was nothing to be ashamed of though, as her true form was an hourglass figure that bared a firm rear and (at least) d-cup breasts.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko, Swimsuit Variant</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Sukumizu.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>11-12-2014, 16:48:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/Emmaq15.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Addie, Miyoko<br><strong>Location:</strong> Locker Room<br><br><hr><br>Her hands hadn't come away from the art book to shield herself when she collided with Addy. Neither did they come up to correct the stray of her glasses off center. She was just really into art today. "Change? Ohh. Oh, right. It's swimming." Her lip drew back between her teeth, faced with wearing a skin-tight suit flush over her new anatomy. There was no way she'd ever live that down! She'd be expelled, probably, but not before humiliated, and that was worse. "Maybe I shouldn't, you know, I have the cooties superbug today..." But the ribbon streams of Addy's dark hair and the firm stride of her hips vanishing into the hallway horizon got Emma's legs moving after, despite her intentions. "All ours? Sweet!"<br><br>They were among the first into the locker room, the girlish click and scuff of heels the sole echo. It wouldn't last. If they had a longer time alone Emma might like to experience this newfound power lauded over Addy, but any moment the others would be arriving. Emma unbuttoned her vest, and in the damp air her thin uniform shirt was already clinging to the peach pink of her body as she stretched out of the first dark layer. "Hey, who left the class earlier? Other than me." Buttons popped down rapid-fire with the practiced flick of her fingertips, but she stopped with a thin stripe of skin from sternum to navel revealed. The skirt- her cock- this was going to be problematic. "I bet the teacher was mad when I didn't come back."<br><br>Emma opened her locker door wide to hide the new addition to her profile as she let shirt and skirt hit the tiles. A little closer to the shield of the locker door she nuzzled when Miyoko entered and began to undress. Worst timing ever! Couldn't the girl just pick a place to be and stop-<br><br>and then the cardboard came off-<br><br>and Miyoko was voluptuous for days-<br><br>and all Emma could think about was how Jell-O jiggled and how weirdly uncomfortable she'd felt playing Bayonetta with her cousins.<br><br>"Uh." Emma grabbed the most convenient fat cylinder from her locker, a bottle of strawberry body wash, and clutched it over the part of her body most obviously responding to the sight of her changing classmates. It covered, but barely; there was no room for errors. "I'm going to get a shower." She couldn't take her hands away until she was in the bleary light coming in through the glass block windows. "Don't follow, Miyoko." But she wasn't hidden, not really- the architect had been a proponent of showers being errybody's business. The steam, at least, would make her form a little more vague. The water of the communal showers hissed, and Emma shivered into the water flow, passing her glasses off onto the soap dish. She was not coming out until she was absolutely the last person in the locker room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>12-12-2014, 05:46:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/x4QpCGK.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Adelheidis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>With class over, it was time for...<em>swimming!</em>&nbsp; Perhaps one of the few activities that could tear her away from her games...though it wasn't doing its job just yet. She walked about aimlessly, glued to her screen , nearly bumping right into Emma, who seemed to reaction in a somewhat hostile manner, though it did take her back to reality for a moment. <br><br>"Huh....Oh, yeah! She was so mad, you know? If this was a game, you could've just bought a clone or something, and put it in your seat, and she would never have known!&nbsp; But...I guess it's not, so...you know...you're in trouble and stuff!" Despite the bad news, she spoke with an excited&nbsp; cheerfulness in her voice.&nbsp; Oddly enough, the girl left shortly after that...Maybe she'd annoyed her? No way, she was being kind...Oh well, back to the ga-"Ooph!"<br><br>She'd started walking forward again, glued to the screen, when...she ran into something, something soft and yet...firm... As she looked up, she quickly discovered what it was-Miyoko's substantial chest in a swimsuit!<br><br>"G-gaaaah! Miyo, you're...um..Hi!" She says nervously, quickly disappearing behind the locker to get changed into a swimsuit herself, leaving her game on the floor where it'd fallen.&nbsp; When she re-emerged, she, too, was clad in a swimsuit, though hers was bright red and black, certainly not the regulation swimsuit, though it hugged her body just the same as the others, showing off her firm behind and B cups, decidedly smaller than Miyoko's, though it did showcase her long legs very well. Try as she might, her eyes kept wandering over to Miyoko, caught off-guard at her "final form".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>12-12-2014, 06:14:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/04/01/040123090ae5bec6b52522ce6eca4f26.png?2469634)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Adelheidis Crowley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Felicity, Miyoko, open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Locker Room<br><br>Unlike the rest of the girls, who all hid their bodies as they changed, Addy took absolutely no measures to protect her modesty. Her shirt came off, button by button, sliding over her shoulders to fall gently to the cold hard floor. Her bra followed shortly, revealing her pert breasts, nipples standing at attention due to the slight chill of the air.<br><br>Her skirt followed, hitting the ground along with her panties, showing off her smooth ass and perfectly trimmed bush. Her lower hair formed a neat triangle, like an arrow pointing downwards, and not a single hair was out of place. "My god." She stated, eyes widening slightly at Miyoko's appearance. Catching herself before she could start to drool, she reached into her locker. "When was the last time you saw the sun girl?"<br><br>In part, she was slightly jealous at the creamy glow of the voluptuous girl's skin. Not that she'd trade for a second. She paused, considering her next words. "I've got some cream here." Horribly expensive cream. It almost made her cringe, the thought of giving it away. "It should help your complexion a little. Hanging out in that..." <em>monstrosity</em> "Box, outfit, can't be good for you. Actually, Felicity, you could probably use some too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>12-12-2014, 11:27:36</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyo-box</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Miyobox.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Girl.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko, Swimsuit Variant</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Sukumizu.jpg)</div></div><br><br><strong>Character:</strong> Miyoko Sasahara (aka "Miyo-box")<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Addy Crowley, Felicity von Wolfe, (Mentioned) Emma Q<br><strong>Location:</strong> Locker Room</div><br>Miyoko was aware of the conversations between Addy, Emma, and Felicity, though she was too busy shaking in fear to actually pay much attention to them. With the twitching girl's head hung down, she blinked as Emma suddenly told her not to follow, slightly curious about the oddly held body wash. She then let out a meep as something collided with her, a bright flaring on her face as she found the gamer girl's face between her sizable endowments. Miyo-box's head giving her full view of the locker room now, that blush remained on her face as she watched Addy nonchalantly strip in the locker room. She quickly found the "heiress" was going to be taking her time doing this, as she seemed to be more focused on the cream than getting to class. The well-endowed female then looked at the modest Felicity, giving a look that equated to "Pl-Please, help m-me!", as she was basically mute with out her dry-erase board.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 21:59:37</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s17.postimg.org/z41mi2e27/kimblushag.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Locker Room</div><br><hr><br>"Ooh." Kim murmured, sneaking ineffectually into the locker room, "Oh." Her face was flushed red as she pulled down her skirt. "Muh' butt..." She whispered to herself, her bottom feeling quite abused. She pulled her skirt down over her thighs as she surveyed the room. Unfortunately, she didn't enter entirely unnoticed.<br><br>"Oh, um, hi." She grinned widely, looking at all the other girls in their swimwear already. Kim thought that this would be a quiet place she could change and shower without anyone noticing her new... additions. Her hair was somewhat a mess, her skin still a bit slick with sweat (though thankfully absent of cum...) and her clothes even more hastily thrown on than usual. Then there was that ever so subtle... bulge in her skirt. She pulled it down again, hoping to hide it, but that only made things worse.<br><br>"Sorry I'm late. You should, uh, go on ahead, I'll see you there." Kim said, closing her eyes and smiling. It was a lot to take in at once... her rendezvous with the stranger in the photo lab, her strange new... development. And now all these girls standing there before her so scantily clad... including one buxom woman she didn't recognize at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 06:53:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/x4QpCGK.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Adelheidis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 2-A<br><br><hr><br>Felicity took one good look at Miyoko's face, then back at Addy, then back at Miyoko, and back again..."That sounds...awesome! I bet you get that sort of treatment all the time at your place, huh Addy? I wonder what it's like to be rich and all...I bet it's like...'I want this!' and then anyone around has it on hand in an hour! Ooooh, do you have a butler? Is his name Jeeves?! Tell me you have a butler named Jeeves!" She went on enthusiastically, quickly noticing her game was missing...."Oooh, there it is!" She quickly moved to retrieve the device before heading back to Addy, grabbing Miyoko by the hand without really bothering to ask her. "C'mon, we can be tanning buddies, Miyoko!"<br><br>She let go of her hand and brought herself to a position on her belly, her legs kicking back and forth gently as she heard Kim walk in and announce her presence.&nbsp; Turning her head back, she looked away from the screen and smiled warmly. "Hey Kim, c'mon! We're getting lotion!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 12:34:08</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyo-box</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Miyobox.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Girl.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko, Swimsuit Variant</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Sukumizu.jpg)</div></div><br><br><strong>Character:</strong> Miyoko Sasahara (aka "Miyo-box")<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Addy Crowley, Felicity von Wolfe, (Mentioned) Kim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Locker Room</div><br>Miyoko continued to look over at the chipper girl beside her, soon finding herself "saved" as she launched into another of her massive speculations. The flustered girl then watched as the hyper female went to retrieve her game, soon finding herself dragged along by her to the bench to be a "tanning buddy". She was at least glad to be out of the need to speak now, starting to apply the cream to Felicity's arms. As Miyo-box noted how it was good thing her sort-of friend was wearing a one-piece, she (after alerted by the squirming girl's voice) noticed an oddly frazzled and sweaty Kim.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SmilingFox</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 06:01:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/04/01/040123090ae5bec6b52522ce6eca4f26.png?2469634)</div> <strong>Character</strong>: Addy Crowley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Felicity von Wolfe, Miyoko Sasahara, Kim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Locker Room<br><br>"You really shouldn't be wearing a swimsuit for this." Addy mentioned idly, moving around the Miyoko with confidence. "I abhor tan lines, it makes a girl seem so... Unorganized." Still naked, she sat herself on the bench and leaned forwards, gently rubbing her lotion-covered hands across the voluptuous girl's shoulders.<br><br>Her narrow fingers worked deftly, massaging the cream slowly into the girl's soft pale skin. Once or twice her digits probed beneath the girl's straps, to ensure she didn't miss any spaces. "It's good stuff though, not like that cheap 'rub on tan' that you get at most places. Don't worry too much about getting it evenly spread, just make sure you get it everywhere and then wash it off in a few minutes. You're supposed to look healthy, not glow orange." She teased, secretly adoring the feeling of soft flesh beneath her hands.<br><br>A part of her desperately wanted to reach down and clasp the mammaries that teased her from below the swimsuit. What would it be like, rubbing the cream into those? "Hmm..." She hummed, considering the pros and cons of just asking. She hated to beg but... "Hey, Miyo? Can I...?" She grasped the straps of the swimsuit loosely, gently tugging them towards her shoulders.<br><br>"Mmmm?" She glanced up, alerted suddenly to Kim's presence. "Oh, it's you. The teacher is a bit cross with you, abandoning class like that. Honestly, I think if she had her way you'd have the sorest bottom in the school right now." She laughed, shooting the girl a knowing look as she limped into the room. She hadn't the foggiest idea what the girl had done to herself, but her own imagination was keen to supply possible details. "You're welcome to join us, if you'd like. We could use more hands working on the pale wonders here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 21:34:02</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s17.postimg.org/z41mi2e27/kimblushag.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Locker Room</div><br><hr><br>"T-that's... Miyoko?" Kim asked, wide-eyed. Who knew that was what she'd been hiding all this time underneath her weird box outfit. Kim's skirt started to tent up a bit, but she quickly pushed it down with a pout. Then she saw Addy completely naked, massaging Miyoko with lotion on her creamy white skin...<br><br>When Adelheidis addressed her, Kim closed her eyes and smiled, "Yeah... I just had to- uh, take care of something real quick." She laughed, trying to defuse the situation. In truth, her bottom already felt the sorest in the school... "Um. I think- I'm fine. Right here... now."<br><br>She felt sorely out of place, still in her uniform and struggling desperately to conceal both her new ...developments and any hint that something strange might have been going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 22:05:45</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyo-box</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Miyobox.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Girl.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Miyoko, Swimsuit Variant</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Sukumizu.jpg)</div></div><br><br><strong>Character:</strong> Miyoko Sasahara (aka "Miyo-box")<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Addy Crowley, Felicity von Wolfe, (Mentioned) Kim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Locker Room</div><br>Miyoko soon noticed as Addy moved closer to her once more, her bright red blush flaring as the nude girl was suddenly behind her with lotion soaked hands. Adding to the frazzled girl's embarrassment was how the hands of the rich girl rubbing her shoulders as she leaned forward caused her voluminous chest to press upon Felicity's back. She was speechless in her exposed form as Addy rubbed the lotion into the exposed bits of her upper torso, especially as the girl behind her nonchalantly monologued about her lotion preferences. Miyo-box's face somehow found the strength to blush even harder as Addy tugged on the straps of her swimsuit, her cleavage suddenly becoming a lot more visible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Class 2-A: The most Interesting Game of Tag (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>20-12-2014, 01:34:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/x4QpCGK.png)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Felicity von Wolfe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Adelheidis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Locker Room<br><br><hr><br>"Eh...? Miyoko, I thought we were gonna let Addy do the lotion stuff on both of us? Oooh, wait...I get it, she's going to do you first, then me once you've already rubbed some in, right? Oh Miyoko, you're so smart! I'll just play around by myself while you two have fun, then, 'kay?" She happily continues playing her game, though she gives a lazy glance over her shoulder when Kim doesn't show. "Aw, c'mon Kim! We've got three right now, but with four, it'd make an even pair on both sides, and then nobody has to feel like the third wheel or whatever, you know? Addy can do Miyoko-chan, and you can do me, and then we can switch up, right? It's a genius plan!"
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