ATannie-Life with Anon-Chapter 5/5

    >it's saturday evening
    >they have all promised you there will be absolutely no drinking before you get home
    >after some bullshit extra work because of some stupid important customer and bullshit
    >then again, you spend the entire day in a flashy as fuck Mercedes in a convoy
    >but its still fucking saturday
    >as you exit the car, you hear noises from inside
    >the windows flash with a yellow color, and that is definitely gunfire
    >looks like someone is going to spend the night in the water barrel...
    >you open the door, but the sound is muffled by heavy mortar bombardment
    >you don't have a mortar
    >but you do have a decent sound system
    >they have all made a pillow fort
    >and are war movies
    >as a P-51 dives end empty its load of HVARs at the poorly made tiger replica, they have still not noticed you are behind them
    >"i'm home"
    >absolutely fucking nothing
    >then again, you shouldn't really interrupt someone watching SPR
    >well, movie's over soon, so you go into your own room and change clothes
    >the bed is a mess, again
    >since the rifles stopped being, well, rifles this has usually been the case
    >The credits roll as you enter the living room
    >"look at that, it doesn't look like a warzone in here"
    Oh hey anon, i didn't noticed you coming home
    >"yeah, too busy looking at the mustangs? cant blame you. Anyway, you've all had food now, right?"
    yes! there is some left for you if you want to have a little bite!

    >you stand with Annie in the kitchen, eating delicious reheated lasagna
    >"hey, what's up with the drinking by the way? I mean you guys seem kinda fond of it"
    Maybe it is a new experience, it's also a little funny
    >"so that's how you plan to spend the evening? make everyone drink their head off?"
    if you don't want-
    >"eh, whatever. It got kinda fun last time we tried that, right?"
    >Annie blushes and leaves for the garage
    >she returns with a considerable amount of drink
    >"where the fuck do you get all this?"
    Do you really think i am unable to make my own?
    >"... not really, no"
>she opens a bottle and starts to raise it
>"whoawhoawhoa, calm down now, you can't just drink, not when i'm here at least"
what do you mean?
>"drinking games, duuh"
>Lala and Amanda doesn't waste a second to listen to you
>Karoline wants to join aswell
>she is from germany, is somewhat slender, with very blond hair and gray-green eyes
>however some eyebrows are raised as Maxine wants to join
>Maxine looks like she is 15, that has been kinda ignored by puberty
>due to her very small size, she is allowed to 50-50 the home made vodka and cola

>then comes the discussion of what to actually play
>the idea of doing a warmovie thing when you have to drink every time someone from your home country dies can't be done since that would mean Karoline being unconscious after 25 minutes

>"hang on, have you guys played Racing?"
Racing?
>"it's the greatest damn drinking game ever, we just need two decks of cards, we should have that"

>Racing is at it's core a simple card game
>But because of the myad of rules and victory conditions that gets added after the various phases and segments of the game, it's kinda easy and slow to start with, but gets more complicated, complex and faster as time goes on
>But the greatest thing about Racing is the genius reward-punishment system. Winner of each small phase gets two chips, second get one, and the loser gets to drink. Several chips becomes an order, basically giving you the option to command anyone at the table to do anything, but the others has to decide how many chips you have to use
>it's also very fast, since the two opposing
players have to play their turns at the same time.
>it takes almost 40 minutes to explain everything, and that is eveing leaving out the additional rules that roll in later
>but the game is made to be slow at start, so everyone can learn while not being shitfaced
>but this is very much only in the start
>at phase 1, the scoring/punishment system is implemented
>at phase 2, orders can be issued
>at phase 3, additional victory conditions are added
>at phase 4, one can loose clothes instead of drinking
>at phase 5, even more ways to win and get cards back are added

>no one usually gets past phase 6 or 7.
>it is the end of phase 5 and everyone here is half dressed and/or shitfaced
>lots of thoughts that you usually not even dare think in a normal state of mind are very close yo being put into motion
>some of them may or may not have anything to do with Lala's (who is now down to only two pieces of clothing) tail
>must
>not
>lewd
>raifu
Anon, you ready?
>Karoline is looking t you, because you need to play your turns simultaneously
three
two
one

>you both slam a card each on one of the upwards facing decks

Chicane!

>Annie slams her hand on one of the decks, claiming it as hers
nononono, that was a threeee, a fucking threee
>Amanda is claiming Annie has fucked up, and she tries to defend herself
yeah, but that was a seven and other three under!

>a quick look at the pile of cards reveals Annies mistake. 3-knight-7-3, while she would have needed 3-7-3 (or any other X-Y-X combination) to make a chicane

>"last round of this phase then, meaning..."
>you burble a little bit, while looking at the little pad with notes
>"ahahaha, you loose those five points, have to drink, and that puts Lala in top again, and with another three chips"

OOOORDER TIME

>Lala stands up on her chair and shouts, nearly falling off
>she points at Annie
AAAND YOU
>the chair is wiggling like mad
ARE GOING TO HELP ME ASWELL

>Lala has been doing this all night. Instead of ordering people to get undressed or make them drink, she has told them to "help her"

AAAND WE ARE GOING TO DO IT NAAAAAAU
>she is holding two noose looking rope things in her arms, and waves them around like a madman

>your face is in the table and you are laughing your ears off
>suddenly, two powerful arms grab you
>"hey Annie, whats going on?"
>Annie has grabbed you around your arms, rendering them kinda useless
>You are being blindfolded
>fuckfuckfuckfuck
>Your legs are grabbed aswell
>you make some symbolic resistance, but you don't want to kick anyone in the face
>After a little while, and Annie almost falling over a few times, you are thrown into something soft, most likely a bed
>they are actually speaking russian with each other, and while you don't understand jack shit, you can at least tell Lala is saying something
>just as you land, and are about to get the blindfold off, Annie sits down on top of your chest, pinning you in place
>your hands are pinned down and kinda hurting against the headboard made out of metal bars
>Annie is giggling like mad, and its all fun and games to you aswell
>until two pieces of rope are being tied around your hands, and attached to the metal bars
>"alright, whats going on now?"
>Annie giggles again
Bye bye anon
>"what the fuck?"
The door closes, followed the that iconic locking sound
>"uhh... whats going on?"
>another weigh on your chest, another one sitting there
>but its much lighter
>and there is lots of soft fluffiness moving slowly around further down your body
>"uhm, Lala whats going on?"
augh, you talk to much
>the weight over your chest is lifted, and the tail stops brushing against your pants
>"thanks, i was worr- mmmmppffff"
>a piece of slightly damp cloth is shoved into your mouth
>"mmmpft!"
>the weight returns, and you feel some moisture on you not very impressive, but still visible abs
You talk to much. But now you are all mine!
>she grinds her hips and and down your abdomen, slightly smearing out her lubricant
>"mmmpftmmmp"
shhhh, i'll take good care of you anon. You give too much attention to mama! you need to be with other girls aswell you know! Now, lets see what you have in here...

"mmmmmpffffft!!"

>thunk
>"mmmpfff?"
...
>"mpff?"
...
>she is lying on top of you
>not moving
>what is she doing?
>another few minutes pass by
>"mpff?"
>is this bitch serious
>all your focus is diverted to you hands
>can you untie these things?
>it takes a good 20 minutes and a lot of pain, but you manage to get you right hand free, and soon the left
>first off, get this fucking thing out of your mouth
>you decide not to find out what it actually was, and the piece of cloth is discarded
>there is very little light in the room, but she does look very peaceful
>she is wearing absolutely nothing, so you wrap her in some blankets and put her in a somewhat comfortable position
>this is after cuddling the tail and ears a little, of course
>you attempt to get dressed, but you are once again out of t-shirts since the girls have grown fond of them
>bare chested it is, then
>...and it looks just like last time it looks like a warzone
>very strange sounds are coming from your guest bedroom
>you want to have a piss, but it feels bad doing that with a passed out 15 year old lying in a pool of her own vomit just next to you, in the bathtub
>somehow, you feel that the best thing you can do is just put the shower on and drench her in water
>well, it does get all vomit away
>you cant find either Karoline or Amanda, and you guess they are most likely the source of the strange noises
>what did that guy from lethal weapon say? "i'm getting too old for this shit"? yeah, it feels like that
>you head into the kitchen
>Annie, god bless her, is trying to clean up, but she is so shitfaced she cant even stand up
>"hey annie"
anoooon... privyet!
>not sure what the stuff with Lala was about, but she fell asleep
she's such a cute girl you know... hihihi
>well, i'm not quite sure i like what was going on, you know
why?
>"you know what, just stop cleaning, lie down on your back, and i'll fuck you until i go unconscious"
y-you don't like Lala?
>"not as much as you. But really now, are you going to pass?"
hihihi. no