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The bulbfly, crept around the inner circumference of the wallglobe, its glowing, deformed gut casting jagged shadows past its legs and abdomen over the bed and Char’s
(1) face, which was kind or pretty but not both
(2).
“Fuck my tits, Vonk the Sculptor
(3).”
“Oh Char,” said Vonk the Sculptor, “Oh Char oh Char oh Char,” he shifted in the afternoon haze, “Would that I could jizz massively and wild on those stout twin beige hillocks, yet I cannot.”
“Don’t you…” she pulled at her knees on the chaotic bed, arranged her compact or sturdy but not both body against the splayed gingham and neoprene “…don’t you…
want to?”
“I do, but…it’s fucking complicated.”
Uncoiling, she took a weary drag on a vape patched with green gaffer’s tape “Try me.”
“Tomorrow approacheth the fearful Juck, harshly astride his Yamaha and trailed by his loathsome biking gang. There will be conflict.”
“I know,” she slid over, wrapped him in the medical patchwork of her long arms “We can take them, Vonk the Sculptor, it’ll be ok.”
“It’s not that,” he said, “it’s…well you know how every time we have sex you get +1 to your next roll?
(4) ”
"Of course,” she blinked her quick-or-hard-but-not-both eyes “Why do you think I do it? There’s a gang of mutant bikers coming tomorrow to kill us all, I need a +1 going forward. You told me that's why gunluggers always have to fuck everyone in the camp before a fight. Or at least that's what they always say when they're,” she narrowed or hardened her eyes "walking out the door."
"No, it's....see...” Vonk the Sculptor drank deep from a cracking Astro-Boy mug seething with Iron Bru and precontamination scotch “when tomorrow happens—when the radbaked tiles of the hardhold are awash in biking blood—you may need my help.”
“I know,” said Char “I accept that.”
“Yes, but…in order to help you I will need to roll+Hx
(5). That is: the stat that records how much History we have.”
“That’s fine. That’s the way things go in this Apocalypsed World. I’ve made my peace with it,” a gecko crawled through the bent nest of black cables meshing the weathered floor “we all have.”
“But here’s the thing, Char. I already have max Hx with you—+3. If I shoot a load on your tits tonight it will reset to +1, and I’ll be that much less able to help.”
“Fuck,” said Char.
“I know, right?” said Vonk the Sculptor.
“Wait,” said Char “does tit-fucking count as sex?”
“I mean: it says ‘fucking’ in the name. And the rule says ‘
If you and another character have sex, your Hx with them on your sheet goes immediately to +3, and they immediately get +1 to their Hx with you on their sheet. If that brings their Hx with you to +4, they reset it to +1 instead’.”
“Ok, but listen,” Char’s eyes went wide (but not bright because they were already quick or hard) “What if you do my tits but then—wait for it—I suck you off—
oral sex, then you assfuck me. Then, yeah, your Hx resets to +1 but then it goes back up to +2, and then +3!”
“Well that’s kind of a normal day. But is that having sex three times or once?”
“Well if you’re worried we can just stop for a few minutes and watch an episode of Butt Thesis in between. That’s definitely three distinct times we had sex, then.”
“Oh, whoa. How come we didn’t think of having sex three times earlier? Why would anyone just have sex once?”
“Or any non-multiple-of-three amount of times?”
“Hey, wait. Every time my Hx resets I get more xp.”
“Oh shit.”
“Right! So we can just have sex a lot tonight and….”
“Yeah—I mean you said you were going to spend a few hours setting up caltrops and trenches and oil pits you could set on fire, but if you can just eat my pussy, then stop and have a snack, then start eating it again..what is that? 135 more times and…”
“I’ll have my stats completely maxed out before morning…”
“Wait, do I have to cum each time? ‘cause that could get…”
“There is no mention of orgasm in the rules.”
“Who wrote this game?”
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Footnotes:
(1) Angel Name Options, Apocalypse World, Pg 20:
Dou, Bon, Abe, Boo, T, Kal, Bai, Char, Jav, Ruth, Wei, Jay, Nee, Kim, Lan, Di, or Dez.
Doc, Core, Wheels, Buzz, Key, Gabe, Biz, Bish, Line, Inch, Grip, or Setter.
(2) Angel Appearance options, Apocalypse World, Pg 21:
Kind face, strong face, rugged face, haggard face, pretty face, or lively face.
Quick eyes, hard eyes, caring eyes, bright eyes, laughing eyes, or clear eyes.
Compact body, stout body, spare body, big body, rangy body, or sturdy body.
(3) Gunlugger Name Options, Apocalypse World, Pg 51
Vonk the Sculptor, Batty, Jonker, A.T., Rue Wakeman, Navarre, Man, Kartak, Barbarossa, Keeler, Grekkor, Crille, Doom, or Chaplain.
Rex, Fido, Spot, Boxer, Doberman, Trey, Killer, Butch, Fi , Flu y, Duke, Wolf, Rover, Max, or Buddy.
(4) Gunlugger Sex Move, Apocalypse World, Pg 54
If you and another character have sex, you take +1 forward. At your option, they take +1 forward too.
(5) HELP OR INTERFERE, Apocalypse World, Pg 88
When you help or interfere with someone who’s making a roll,
roll+Hx. On a hit, they take +1 (help) or -2 (interfere) now.
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