Since Doujin still hasn't gotten around to turning this into a proper story instead of an IRC short despite saying he would shortly after this topic existing, might as well get around to posting it finally
[16:46] <%DrDoujin> You find a crazy cosplayer in a parking lot. What do you do?
http://zip.4chan.org/jp/src/1239044713780.jpg [16:48] <%DrDoujin> You tell her to get outside more, noting that her skin is fucking pale. She grins maliciously with long sharp fangs, then giggles childishly. Slowly she begins to circle around you, skipping lightly. What do you do?
[16:52] <%DrDoujin> You watch curiously was she twirls around you, in and out of the shadows of the dimly light parking lot like a shark circling it's prey. "Those shoes must be a pain to walking in" you mutter. She giggles again, then slips out of her ruby red slippers. Her frilly white socks slowly grow dingy as she continues to prance about. What do you do?
[16:59] <%DrDoujin> Those dirty socks, they are an eyesore. Each step defiles them. "Hey baby, you shouldn't do that to your socks." She laughs differently this time and stops. Facing you, shy lies down on her back and lifts a skinny pale white leg high into the air. Her fingers dance through the air, up past the creamy thighs, to the sock, and slowly pull it off. She switches legs and begins to do it again. What do you do?
[17:13] <%DrDoujin> "Hey!" You suddenly shout. She pauses, foot still hovering in the air. "Let me get that for you," you say cooly as you walk up to her. She doesn't move, she just lays their waiting. Anticipating. The white sock acts like a shining beacon, hanging at the each of the streetlight's reach. Everything else is dark and hidden. You can't see her face anymore, but
[17:15] <%DrDoujin> you get the feeling that she isn't unhappy about this. You stand before her. Slowly your fingers come down to brush against her leg, fingers like waving tendrils floating in a sea. You touch her skin. Its softs. Very soft. But cold. Oh god, its ice cold. She giggles.
[17:19] <%DrDoujin> The sock tangles halfway off her tiny porcelean like foot. "Holy shit, girl you are freezing! You should get indoors and warm up. She says nothing. She doesn't move. She justs lays their before you, leg extended up to you. The red skirt has slid down down her milky thigh, and in the bare minimum light you swear you can see a pair of crimson lace panties.
[17:19] <%DrDoujin> [] Take sock off. [] Pull sock back over her foot
[17:25] <%DrDoujin> You shiver as your hand slides along the cool skin, savoring the silky skin as your heart beats faster in a sort of anticing worry. Slowly, you pull the frilly sock off, exposing her small white toes. The toenails are painted blood red, creating a strange feeling in your mind. Red on white...
[17:26] <%DrDoujin> Slowly, subtly as if it were a ghost or wraith, the foot slides down against your chest, brushing up and down. Up and down. The cold penetrates through your shirt, but you don't care. The small shapely foot and leg just keep sliding up and down, each time getting lower until she reaches your crotch. She begins to circle it.
[17:30] <%DrDoujin> The foot slides up to the buckle of your pants, and undoes it. With amazing dexterity she pulls down the zipper, exposing your gray man boxer briefs. You start to lose focus, but try to stare at her face. But its so dark, she is in your shadow from the parking lot lights. But very faintly, there is another light. A rainbow of lights, puslating weakly from the wings of her costume.
[17:32] <%DrDoujin> and in that dim light, you can just make out her face. It is contorted, twisted in a cruel lust. She grins mischiviously, baring even more pronounced fangs. Roll for Constitution.
[17:32] <Moborg> Who's got the Highest luck stat here at the moment?
[17:33] <Moborg> Screw it, I'm rolling
[17:33] <Bastille|laptop> !catball roll 1d20+5
[17:33] * Catball --> "Bastille|laptop rolls 1d20+5 and gets 24" [1d20=19]
[17:33] <Bastille|laptop> You rang?
[17:33] <%DrDoujin> wow, nice roll
[17:38] <%DrDoujin> Her face is not that of an innocent girl. It carries something frighting. Something primal. A hunger for something, but you can't quite tell what it is. Your body suddenly tingles as adrenaline shoots through your veins, commanding your body to run and run fast. But you remain still, showing only a hint of panic through your rapid breathing. She raises an eyebrow curiously, then smiles. The light pulsates slower now, but brighter. Focused.
[17:41] <%DrDoujin> You are so transfixed upon her face, that you don't even noticed her other leg rising up from the dirt to pull down your pants, which now rest at your knees. Effortlessly slow, the legs begin to wrap around you from leg to back. Jaws of a great beast slowly closing around its prey. What do you do?
[17:47] <%DrDoujin> You accept your fate calmly, enjoying that even though you will be devoured, its by a beautiful beast. God its beautiful, you never stood a chance. Her legs finish wrapping around you, and slowly pull toward her. You drift down into outstretched hands with razor sharp red nails. Her wings shine bright now, casting moments of brilliant light amongst the darkness like a heartbeat. She licks her soft lips and bites them in anticipation.
[17:48] <Bastille|laptop> Oh wait, she still has her panties on doesn't she Doujin? We'll have to fix that
[17:49] <%DrDoujin> You aren't falling down, you are simply falling into her. Gravity is gone, replaced by the pull of this girl, this creature. Finally you come face to face with the beast. Long blonde eyelashes bat over her piercing red eyes. Suddenly she isnt cold anymore. No, you feel warm. Everything feels so warm, its like you are just oozing warmth over her.
[17:50] <Bastille|laptop> Damnit, just too late to unleash [x] Use your remaining bro power to remove her panties and enter that mouth
[17:51] <%Mode> You'd fail anyway.
[17:52] <Bastille|laptop> Hey, we were able to get a 19 on our con roll
[17:52] <Bastille|laptop> I think we should go with a dex roll now to see if we can remove her panties before she bit us
[17:53] <Bastille|laptop> !catball roll 1d20+5
[17:53] * Catball --> "Bastille|laptop rolls 1d20+5 and gets 25" [1d20=20]
[17:53] <Bastille|laptop> See
[17:53] <Bastille|laptop> We remove them
[17:56] <%DrDoujin> You rolled a natural 20. You not only manage to remove her and your own undergarments, you both get off before she even has a chance to bite you.