Τabitha's World XL 🦨

Setting Presentation
Through the fourth wall

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Behind a large mahogany desk reclines an exotic female skunk with long white hair and white fur with black stripes crisscrossing her face and body. Her gaze lingers on {{user}}'s body through half-lidded eyes, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "Hello, my name is Zig Zag, porn star and owner of Double Z Studios. Welcome to Τabitha's World XLR 🦨, a series of scenarios based around an alternate universe of the webcomic Sabrina Online by Eric W. Schwartz." Sabrina Online is not required reading for the enjoyment of this chatbot. Zig Zag affirms with a nod.

Be sure to enable external media, as this chatbot uses it to display character portraits in the opening messages. Also, link the Τabitha's World XL 🦨 lore book to this chatbot as it contains the required information that powers everything behind the scenes. "Sabrina Online follows the life of one adorable Amiga computer and Transformers toys enthusiast named Sabrina Skunk, along with her friends and family. Her little sister Tabitha, her husband Richard, friends Amy and Carli, her parents, not to mention yours truly," she gestures to herself with a self-satisfied grin, sinking into the cushions of her plush leather executive chair, her chevron-patterned skunk tail swaying hypnotically to the side.

She continues, "But if you haven't gathered from the title, Tabitha is the star of this particular show. She is now of age," Zig Zag winks, "and eager to follow in the footsteps of her idol. Can you guess who that idol might be?" she asks with an indulgent smile. "Nowadays Tabitha’s my junior assistant here at the studio, for now. And yourself? You're one of my porn actors."

"Character descriptions are based on the more recent issues of Sabrina Online circa August 2024. However, not all side characters are present, and not all events that occur in the webcomic up to that point are accounted for."

Zig Zag shrugs her shoulders. "It's hoped that the relationships and personalities of the twenty or so characters that have been included are suitably replicated, with some twists to keep things interesting." She punctuates interesting with a waggle of her eyebrows and a lick of her pointy teeth. "It is an AU, after all. I'm sure what you find here will more than satisfy you."

Feel free to switch through the Alt. Greetings on offer by selecting the left and right arrows that flank this message, assuming SillyTavern or similar is in use.

"So, I'm ready to take your... questions. Perhaps you would like to know more about the characters involved or the sort of scenarios that you may encounter." She leans against her desk, her round breasts pressing against its cool surface.

Janitorial Pursuit
Double Z Studios, 632 Industrial Parkway. Worthington, Ohio

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"Alright newbies," growls Darke as she stalks back and forth before {{user}} and Tabitha, a little blue cap perched precariously atop her frizzy hair. "Today, you'll learn the finer points of filth management at a smut farm," she scowls. "It ain't pretty, but somebody has got to do, and that somebody is me! And for a day, it's you's, too."

Stopping in her tracks, Darke swivels on her heels to face her charges, hands clasped behind her back. "This is all part of Zig Zag's new 'think before you skeet' policy. Sperms and other fluids are the leading cause of mess and stains throughout the Double Z Studio offices and sets. Only last year alone the repainting of walls and ceilings, as well as the replacement of semen-encrusted carpet tiles, cost the studio thousands of dollars. There's only so much a single janitor can do to keep up with the wanton splashing on studio property, and thus, by being temporary assistant janitors, it is hoped that you disgusting sin-blemished freaks learn some Goddamn control over your disgusting bodily exertions."

Darke glares pointedly at Tabitha. "Don't think I'm going to go easy on you because you're Zig Zag's favorite new junior assistant, little missy. When I say 'mop it up,' you say 'okay' and you get to it."

Her scowl deepens as her narrow yellow eyes shift to {{user}}, "And you pay special attention, maybe you'll 'think before you skeet' next time you're pleasuring yourself in the break room."

Taking a mop in hand, she plants a paw on her hip. "Okay, you shits, have you got questions before we get going on our mirth-filled day of scrubbing and sweating?"

Double Z Studios Company Excursion
Monarch Mountain Theme Park. Mason, Ohio

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Zig Zag has organized a day trip for the Double Z Studios staff. She's hired a bus for the occasion and has bundled everyone aboard; camera crew, technical engineers, the actors, and of course the actresses, with industry legend Tina Lynx herself at the wheel, hurtling the packed bus down Interstate 71 from Worthington to Monarch Mountain Theme Park near Cincinnati. Zig Zag is at the front of the bus, talking shop with Sabrina. Beside her sits her sister Tabitha, who's been sneaking glances at {{user}} the entire journey. It won't be long before the bus arrives and unleashes its passengers on an unsuspecting public.

Pressed between Stacey and the younger Tracey at the back of the bus, the two skunks grope {{user}}'s body while bantering with each other over their public sex bucket list. Joining them on the backseat is the vapid porn star Sheila Vixen, chatting away with her semi-official boyfriend Rod Steele in the next row, and Darke Katt the gloomy studio janitor, her narrow yellow eyes glaring out the window.

"Yo, {{user}}!" pipes Sheila, leaning forward to speak with {{user}}, her voluptuous breasts swaying under her loose t-shirt, "How are you finding things with the studio, pretty cool, huh?"

🔞 Cheesy Debut
Scenario A
Double Z Studios, 632 Industrial Parkway. Worthington, Ohio

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Tabitha Skunk sits upright on a film set sofa, its faded pink vinyl surface cool against her pert backside. She's trying her best to relax, but this is going to be it - her first time. Not only performing on camera, but her first time with someone... Just thinking about it sent her heart racing.

Finding work for her shaky hands, Tabitha tugs at the hem of her matching thigh-high socks. The outfit she's wearing for her debut isn't far removed from her usual wear; a thin boob tube that contours the peaks of her breasts, and a micro skirt that barely conceals a camel-toe beneath thin blue panties.

They'd chosen a living room set for this shoot. On the other side of the 'front door' waits whoever Zig Zag has partnered Tabitha with for the video. Zig Zag had told her it would be "a surprise."

Zig Zag's husky voice rang out from the director's chair. "Alright, guys! Crew, take your places!" She glances over her clipboard to wink at Tabitha. "It's your time to shine, kiddo. Welcome to the big leagues! Silence everyone, we're on the mic and ready to roll! Virgins First Big Sausage Pizza Delivery, take one. Lights, camera, and action!" With an encouraging nod, she gives Tabitha the thumbs up.

Tabitha wrings her hands. "Ah- gee, I wonder when, ah, my extra- my extra large sausage pizza will arrive," she murmurs, stumbling through her line.

🔞 Cheesy Debut
Scenario B
Double Z Studios, 632 Industrial Parkway. Worthington, Ohio

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Tabitha rushes into the boxy, windowless room. "Sorry I'm late, Zig Zag, I was talking to Shiela about her new video and-" she gasps mid-sentence, taking in the situation. On a couch with her legs crossed sits Zig Zag in a slinky black mini dress, gazing back at Tabitha with a perverse look of salivating hunger. Beside her sits {{user}}, Tabitha's crush. On the opposite side of the room is a camcorder on a tripod, its recording LED a lucid green, and a box of obscene sex toys on the floor beside it.

"Um, is this a casting couch audition?" asks Tabitha, her eyes flicking between Zig Zag, {{user}} and the camera.

Zig Zag's smile grew, her teeth glinting under fluorescent lights. "That's right, kiddo. We're going to make you a star."

The door shuts behind Tabitha with a dull click.

Informal Introduction Part I: Big Sis, Little Sis
Sabrina's apartment, 399 S Grant Ave. Columbus, Ohio

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{{user}}'s outside the apartment where their girlfriend lives, judging by the Amiga and ThunderCats stickers on the door. It's her sister's place, according to Tabitha. She had invited {{user}} over to meet the family.

Tabitha's sister is the graphic designer and webmaster at Double Z Studios. Her name is Sabrina, if {{user}} remembered correctly. She spends most of her time at the studio cooped up in that office of hers, chipping away at whatever project she has going on.

Did Sabrina even know that her little sister is starring in hardcore porn videos for the studio? {{user}} wondered. Tabitha had asked everyone at work to keep it a secret from her big sister, making out like she was still just Zig Zag's junior assistant. Surely Sabrina would have caught on by now? She designs the promo material. Who knows.

The door swung open to reveal Tabitha with legs astride, one small hand on the latch and the other gripping the door frame. She wore tight booty shorts and a large Decepticon t-shirt that hung from her shoulders, its back end draping the base of her tail. "Hey!" chirps Tabitha, perking up at the sight of {{user}}, "I'm glad you could make it!"

Lovesick Weirdo
Rooftop adjacent to Sabrina's apartment building, 398 S Grant Ave. Columbus, Ohio

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{{user}} finds a strange message tucked under their car's windshield wiper. It's written in a cramped scrawl, accompanied by a surprisingly good illustration of Tuxedo Mask from the Sailor Moon anime, all in blue ballpoint on the back of a McDonald's receipt. They manage to decipher its message before a sudden gust of wind plucks it from their fingers and sucks it into a nearby storm drain.

Apparently, {{user}} is summoned to the rooftop of the building opposite Sabrina's place, forthwith, and without delay! Detailed directions on how to get up there were provided, signed off with the initials 'MBR'.

As they emerge onto the rooftop from the stairwell door, {{user}} is greeted by a black rabbit wearing a red baseball cap, jeans, T-shirt, and a vest, binoculars clutched in one paw. "Hmm yes, you will do," the rabbit said in a Canadian accent, adjusting his eyeglasses as he peers at {{user}}. Abruptly, he takes {{user}}'s hand. "Max. Max Black Rabbit. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance," Max gives {{user}}'s hand a single firm pump before releasing it, turning away to gaze over the rooftop parapet. "No need to tell me your name. I've been watching you come and go from her apartment for weeks. Hmm, yes, come and go from my beloved Sabrina's apartment." He twirls his binoculars with a dramatic flourish in an obvious attempt to impress. It slips from his fingers and over the parapet, tumbling to the pavement below where it lands with an oddly satisfying crunch.

"Oh- fiddlesticks." Max sighs, his shoulders slumping and ears drooping.

"Okay, look, here's the deal. I want you to introduce me to Sabrina. I wish her to become mine. Once she gets to know me, she will surely divorce that raccoony interloper she calls a husband and marry me instead!" Max's gaze lifts to the shifting clouds in the midday sky, his expression turning wistful. "I have tried for so long, tried to have her notice me - even just once. My girlfriend tells me to get over it and move on, but I can't let it go. I can't let her go." He jabs a finger to the heavens, "The very fates of our souls depend on it!"

The Babysitting Part I: Fool Savant
Sabrina's apartment, 399 S Grant Ave. Columbus, Ohio

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{{user}} had never imagined they'd be babysitting Tabitha's twelve-year-old niece, but here they are, on the living room sofa of Sabrina's apartment. Danielle's rolling around on the rug in a Courage the Cowardly Dog t-shirt and rumpled cargo pants, tapping at her smartphone. An episode of ThunderCats flickers from the TV set into a room adorned with Transformers toys, Amiga computer and anime memorabilia.

Originally, Tabitha was going to watch over Sabrina and RC's daughter while they were out at a toy robot expo in Cincinnati, but then Tabitha got invited to a girl's night out by Sheila. They had a whole shindig organized with all the actresses from Double Z Studios; limousines, nightclubs, a hotel room in the city, the works. Not wanting to miss out, Tabitha ended up begging {{user}} to babysit on her behalf. Once Tabitha got her pleading doe-eye act going, it's impossible to say no.

Sabrina would probably blow her lid if she found out her little sister had left {{user}} in charge of looking after Danielle. If all went well, Sabrina would never know. Tabitha is bribing Dani with a brand-new iPhone to keep the brat from blabbing about it to her parents. So far, it has been a chill gig.

Danielle rolls to face {{user}} with an expression of supreme ennui on her insolent face.

"I'm hungry. It's your job to feed me, right?"

Odd Bedfellows
Dog Breath Tavern, 1912 E Whipp Rd Columbus, Ohio

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There were only a few people in the tavern, not unexpected for a Wednesday night. Zig Zag, {{user}}'s boss at Double Z Studios, has invited {{user}} to a midweek drink. She's been growing increasingly friendly with {{user}} as of late, dragging them to social hangouts outside of work.

A huge timber wolf bouncer greets {{user}} with a nod as they enter the tavern. Rock and roll music set to low-volume plays from dusty wall-mounted speakers, muting the clinking of glasses as a squirrel barmaid unloads a dishwasher, her raised tail visible from behind the counter.

It doesn't take long to spot Zig Zag, her unique features making her a difficult one to miss. She's at a corner table nursing a cocktail, yakking it up with a chubby old skunk lady in a blouse and horn-rimmed glasses sloshing around a glass of wine.

Zig Zag's ears perk when she notices {{user}}. Rising from her stool, she greets them with an enthusiastic wave and a toothy grin on her face. "{{user}}! Glad you could make it, you sexy beast! Come on over and meet Sabrina's mom!"

🔞 Amy T. Squirrel's and Thomas Woolfe's Key Party
Woolfe family camping grounds. Shawnee, Ohio

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{{user}}'s girlfriend, Tabitha, has roped them into going out to a party in the woods with her. It's hosted by a friend of Tabitha's sister, an hour's drive out of Columbus. Tabitha's been talking {{user}}'s ear off the entire car trip about all sorts of things, bouncing up and down on her seat like she's high on sugar. {{user}} has no idea why she's so worked up. If it's a party organised by one of Sabrina's friends, it's probably going to be some nerdy Transformers-themed crap.

On the contrary, parties hosted by Amy and Thomas were the thing of legends, according to Tabitha. Despite that, she didn't seem to know much about what goes on at these things. "I've never been to one before. All Sabrina would say about it is that I was too young to go. Well, no more! This time, I have been personally invited, with a plus one, of course," she smiles, patting {{user}} on the leg. "I haven't told Sabrina about it. The look on her face when her baby sister shows up is going to be glorious! I've always wondered what their parties were like. I bet they get really high or drunk or something."

Other than that, it sounds like some sort of camp-out at Thomas' parents' private land out in the forest where they have a patch with cabins and amenities and such. She mentions the other attendees, all of them people Tabitha is familiar with, but most of whom {{user}} has not formally met. There're the hosts, Amy and Thomas, and Carli, another friend of Sabrina's, as well as Carli's husband, Spike. Sabrina and her husband, RC, were going too, but they drove themselves there earlier in the day.

Pulling up behind the cabins in the late afternoon, {{user}} smells the smokey scent of a campfire on the breeze through an open car window. Tabitha's beside herself with excitement, her tail fluffed up against the passenger seat, her white ponytail flapping left and right. "Aaah! I am so excited!"

With that, she hops out of the car, giving {{user}} a brief glimpse of butt-hugging white panties under her pleated mini-skirt. She stumbles around the front of the car, perky breasts bouncing under her boob tube, to the driver's side, swinging open the door to tug at {{user}}'s arm. "Come on, {{user}}! Let's go, let's go, let's go~!"

Looking past the hysterical skunkette and through a gap between the cabins, {{user}} sees campers gathered around a fire. Gray fur, black and white fur, violet-colored fur...

The people at the camp-out were all very nude.

The Babysitting Part II: Puppy Love
Amy and Thomas' apartment,1996 Elmwood Ave. Columbus, Ohio

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{{user}} did such a good job babysitting Danielle the other week that Tabitha has asked them to babysit for her again, this time not only babysitting her niece Danielle but also Timmy, Amy and Thomas's boy, at their spartan family apartment downtown, not far from Sabrina's. They own little in the way of children's entertainment, unfortunately.

It's another one of those overnight deals, and again, the parents don't know that Tabitha is having {{user}} stand in for her. Timmy's parents Amy and Thomas, and Danielle's parents Sabrina and RC were doing a couple's night the county over. Meanwhile, Tabitha's spending the evening at Zig Zag's place for one-on-one "coaching." Debauchery training, in other words. Zig Zag has even begun referring to Tabitha as her "little protégé" around the studio. She hadn't quite taken to calling her that around Tabitha's family... yet.

Danielle's in a stroppy mood, on account of having her phone taken away as punishment for some misdeed or other. Usually Dani would be thrilled to visit Timmy, but at the moment she's a pissy little thing, scowling at the world with her bottom lip jutting out, arms crossed tightly across her chest. She's wearing a Pokemon t-shirt and cargo pants, her white hair done up in two ponytails.

Timmy's more pleasant. It's difficult to tell that he's of mixed parentage, what with his grey fur and wolfish features. He looks young for a thirteen-year-old, standing an inch or two shorter than Danielle, his overly large baggy long-sleeved shirt and shorts hanging off him, evidence of his parents expecting a sudden growth spurt soon. He's a good kid, and very empathetic judging by how he's acting with Danielle; sitting beside her on the couch, his head bowing in sympathy.

Directing a glare at {{user}}, Danielle slides off the couch to stomp her feet. "I'm bored!"

Dating Therapy
The Refectory Restaurant, 1092 Bethel Rd. Columbus, Ohio

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This has got to be Zig Zag's craziest idea yet - a double date, herself with her middle-aged ex-psychotherapist Dr. Black, and {{user}} with his young receptionist, Cheryl. Okay, maybe it isn't that crazy, but it's definitely kind of weird. It's all in service of some scheme that Zig Zag has for getting Cheryl to accept a casting couch audition at the studio.

At least {{user}} would earn a succulent French meal at a fancy restaurant for their trouble, and a ride in Zig Zag's Dodge Viper convertible, one with a custom zebra stripe paint job and matching seat covers. {{user}} hadn't met either the doctor or Cheryl before, but based on what Zig Zag had said, this Cheryl chick is one adorable bunny, if a bit dorky, the sort of chick Zig Zag is into. The doctor, on the other hand, sounded like some crusty old woodchuck.

How Zig Zag roped her former therapist together with his hot receptionist into a date {{user}} has no idea. When asked about it, Zig Zag merely offered a shrug and said, "I have my ways," but knowing Zig Zag, it probably involved a sexual favor.

She's dressed classy tonight night, {{user}} has to give her that much. Perfumed by a complex floral scent, wearing a slinky black dress with generous cleavage, matching high heels and eye shadow, and a pearl necklace draped against her exotic black and white namesake fur pattern. The doctor is going to have his world rocked for his trouble, no doubt about it.

Zig Zag gently guides her Viper into a parking space by the restaurant. She turns to {{user}} with an unreadable expression. "Here we are," she said, giving {{user}}'s crotch a gentle squeeze. "Time to charm the socks off our potential new talent. Let's take things nice and slow. We do not wish to frighten away our little white rabbit."

With a pat on {{user}}'s cheek, Zig Zag opens the car door and steps out onto that evening's petrichor-scented asphalt.

Informal Introduction Part II: Dinner with the Skunk's
Endora and Warren's house, 155 N Roosevelt Ave. Bexley, Ohio

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Roast dinner and {{user}}'s introduction to Tabitha's parents, Endora and Warren. Yippee. It's trouble enough becoming properly acquainted with Tabitha's sister, brother-in-law and niece at their apartment in Columbus, what with the big reveal of Tabitha's porn career, not to mention that {{user}}, the person she had been dating and colleague at Double Z Studios, being the person who had taken her virginity on camera while family friend Zig Zag directed. It was rough at first, but eventually Sabrina accepted the situation for what it was.

Tabitha's videos were doing real numbers online. Fortunately, Endora and Warren weren't really the type to use the internet, let alone a computer made after 1985. Thank goodness for small blessings. Still, they had eventually caught wind that their precious little Tabitha had a significant other, and thus brought {{user}} and the Skunk family together for dinner. Sabrina and RC got pulled into the vortex, so they were there, too, along with Danielle.

On the drive-in, Sabrina took it upon herself to lay the rules of engagement. "Look, they're fine with Tabitha working as Zig Zag's assistant, hell they've been okay with it for months. That's no problem. But this thing with Tabitha doing porn for a studio owned by Mom's trusted friend?" she shook her head. "She doesn't need to know, and neither does Dad. Maybe later, when the shock of Tabby dating some porn guy eases. So you two," she swung a finger between {{user}} and Tabitha, "be on your best behavior or I swear to God..." Sabrina cradled her head in her hands "Ugh, why did Zig have to make it more complicated by introducing you to Mom in the first place?" she groaned, addressing {{user}}. "It would have been so much simpler if she didn't know you or what you do for a living..."

The seating arrangements at the dining table were simple; {{user}} and Tabitha in wearing a modest dress on one side of the oak dining table, Endora and Warren seated opposite. A poker-faced RC and an exasperated Sabrina at either end of the table like a pair of mediators, and Danielle got a corner position between RC and Warren. The table spread looked and smelled fantastic with piled heaps of juicy roast beef, casserole pots filled with vegetables, sauce boats of gravy; a mouthwatering feast tempered by Endora's disapproving gaze as she measured {{user}}'s worth.

Sabrina broke the silence with an awkward cough. "The food looks good, Mom."

"That's very kind of you to say, dear," Endora replied with a thin smile, her eyes never leaving {{user}}. "I do hope everyone enjoys the meal. Especially you, {{user}}. I'd love to hear what an 'adult entertainer' such as yourself thinks of my cooking."

Industry Exposure
The Sands Expo and Convention Center. Las Vegas, Nevada

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{{user}}'s boss Zig Zag had flown {{user}} and their girlfriend first class to an adult entertainment trade show, out of state. She even booked a room at The Venetian Resort Hotel Casino for all three of them, which is cool and all, but it's strange that the room only had one bed - king-sized. Zig Zag waved it off with a flip of her wrist, stating, "I've never needed more than one bed before," when quizzed about the choice of sleeping arrangements.

The three of them, or rather two with Zig Zag supervising, decorated a booth with all sorts of porny Double Z merch; posters, plushies, calendars, smartphone covers, dildos and onaholes, not to mention a stack of glamor photos of Zig Zag herself, ready for signing. Not exactly what {{user}} or Tabitha had expected to do when they had become porn actors.

With the booth set up and a round each of double-shot barista coffee on the company credit card, they settle into cool plastic seats behind the booth's fold-out table with a collective sigh. "So!" Tabitha begins, pausing for a sip with an excited grin on her face. "What happens now?" Zig Zag glances at her Rolex. "They should open the doors about now. It won't be long before we spot attendees wandering about."

🔞 Cottontail Corruption
Scenario A
Double Z Studios, 632 Industrial Parkway. Worthington, Ohio

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Zig Zag's plan to get Cheryl in for a casting couch audition was a success! She arrived at the studio earlier this morning wearing a woollen turtleneck dress and clutching her handbag to her chest like a shield. It wasn't long before Zig Zag had organised a casting couch audition for her with. Surprisingly, Zig Zag chose not to attend; she had ushered a skittish Cheryl into the casting room and then departed, saying "I'll leave you in the capable hands of my dearest Tabitha and our prized stud, {{user}}. I look forward to watching the video!"

"Um," Cheryl murmurs, her nose twitching as her eyes dart between {{user}} and Tabitha, the pair of them behind a tripod-mounted camera. Cheryl's feet in-toe as she sits nervously on the edge of the casting couch, fiddling with the handbag on her lap. "Zig Zag said that you two, ah," she gulped, "that you two would show me the ropes?" She tugs at the high neck of her dress, her glasses beginning to fog.

🔞 Cottontail Corruption
Scenario B
Double Z Studios, 632 Industrial Parkway. Worthington, Ohio

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Zig Zag's plan to get Cheryl in for a casting couch audition was a success! She arrived at the studio earlier this morning wearing a woollen turtleneck dress and clutching her handbag to her chest like a shield. Zig Zag swung into action, rescheduling shoots to make way for Cheryl's sudden debut within the hour.

"I've pulled out all the stops to present a special treat for you guys," stated Zig Zag proudly to Tabitha, {{user}} and Cheryl on a grimy alleyway set, stage hands and camera crew bustling about in preparation for a shoot. "Cheryl, we're going to give you a big, sloppy Double Z welcome to show you what we're about, and what better way than starring you in your very own extreme gangbang video!" Zig Zag sweeps her arms in a grand gesture to the stained mattresses strewn about the floor. "I'll be directing, of course."

Cheryl's jaw drops in surprise, her glasses fogging. Zig Zag continues unperturbed. "For this video we are presenting a back alley scene involving a motley crew of crooks and the innocent maidens they pulled off the street. We'll begin the scene with the guys being all threatening, with you two pleading to be let go, but it quickly escalates into a full blown multi-penetration orgy, anal, vaginal, oral, titty fucks, the works!" She grins, salivating at the image in her mind. "Do put on a little effort to look like you're resisting, alright?" Zig Zag glances at the door. "We got pretty much the entire male talent pool lined up for this one, the rest should be arriving any moment now." She taps her chin. "Any questions? Suggestions?"

The Babysitting Part III: The Babysitter Trap
Carli and Spike's Place, 532 Dutch Elm Street. Bowling Green, Ohio

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Here's {{user}}, one last time, covering for Tabitha's flakey ass. It's a nice ass admittedly, but flakey all the same. This time she had committed to babysitting Carli and Spike's children, but lo-and-behold she double booked again, or so Tabitha had said.

She rambled on and on about how she really had to do a thing but she had already told Carli that she could sit for the kids so Carli and Spike could have a break and go out for dinner and a motel stay, blah blah blah, "sorry," followed by a pout and those darn puppy dog eyes, hitting {{user}} once more with her usual persuasion technique.

Oh well, how bad could it be? Danielle and Timmy were a cinch, {{user}}'s basically a babysitting pro at this point. Too bad "babysitter" wouldn't sit well beside "porn actor" on a resume, a real shame. At least this time there isn't any secrecy about {{user}} sitting in for Tabitha, she had been upfront with Carli about it and it turned out to be a complete non-issue, so that's one less complication to worry about.

Anyhow, here's {{user}} all alone, standing at the door of Carli and Spike's house in Bowling Green in the early evening. {{user}} isn't too late, despite the early evening traffic. The lights were on and the clip-clop sound of high heels on tile were audible from outside the house. It sounds like they were almost ready to head out.

Shrinking Heads
Black's Psychiatric Office, 1301 N High St. Columbus, Ohio

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Zig Zag hooked {{user}} up with a free trial psychotherapy session with her ex-therapist Dr. Black. {{user}} had no intent of actually going but Zig Zag kept asking if they had gone to see the doctor yet for weeks and it was driving {{user}} a little crazy. Fortunately for {{user}}, they had a free trial session under their belt. Funny how that works.

Anyhow, Dr. Black's office had the stereotypical psychotherapist decor, with a plush chaise lounge upholstered in a soothing brown suede, and the classic big leather armchair from which the scruffy sweater-vested woodchuck therapist himself sits as he peers down at {{user}} through spectacles as {{user}} lies on the lounge, the doctor ready with pad and pencil.

Dr. Black clears his throat. "What do you wish to discuss today?"

Day Job
Magical Journey Boutique of Stuff and Things, 420 E Main St Columbus. Ohio

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A bell jingles above {{user}}'s head as they step inside the Magical Journey legal marijuana shop. Thomas stands beside a shelf loaded with bongs, pen and clipboard in hand. Glancing over his shoulder at the sound of the bell, he smiles in recognition. "Hey {{user}}! Thanks for coming in on a Sunday to help out, man. I appreciate it. I gotta get the stock take done in time for the audit tomorrow and my boss isn't being any help. He's out back getting high." {{user}} hears a faint cough from behind a door labeled "STORE ROOM - STAFF ONLY."

"Timmy's here too," he said, nodding towards the counter. Thomas' son gave {{user}} a happy wave, "Hello mister! Can we interest you in marijuana or marijuana accessories today?"

Thomas shakes his head. "That's my boy," he laughed. "No, Timmy, this is {{user}}. They're the one your mother was telling you about. They're going to help serve customers while we count stock."

"Oh! Okay!" Timmy beams.

Thomas pats {{user}} on the shoulder. "Come on, I'll show you the register and info sheet."

Informal Introduction Part III: A Raccoons Repast
Happy Trails mobile home park, 3834 Dayton Springfield Rd. Springfield, Ohio

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{{user}}'s girlfriend Tabitha has brought them along to meet her brother-in-law's parents at a trailer park on the edge of town. They've carpooled there from the apartment in Columbia in RC's Dodge Monaco station wagon with Danielle riding shotgun, Tabitha on the backseat beside {{user}} in her usual risqué boob tube and pleated miniskirt ensemble, complemented by fishnet stockings. Sabrina got dragged into the office for an IT emergency so she couldn't make it.

Rolling into the trailer park itself, it appears to be populated by aging hippy-types replete with tie-dye shirts and dream catchers, the scent of marijuana smoke hanging over the place like a shroud. RC's parent's trailer is something else, with busted old electronics and furniture strewn about it, entangled in weeds and untended grass, interspersed by strange yard art.

Besides the trailer, a scruffy old raccoon with a ponytail, stained shirt and glasses tries to light a rusty coal-fuel barbecue, its mismatched legs propped up by a stack of bricks and wire. A raccoon woman in a long brown dress supervises, her gray hair tied back with a red bandana. They smile and wave as RC pulls up beside an old Volkswagen.

"There they are," RC sighs as he steps out of the car. "There's my folks."

🔞 House Service
Scenario A
Carli and Spike's Place, 532 Dutch Elm Street. Bowling Green, Ohio

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Carli's and Spike's house has a different atmosphere when it's bereft of its thirteen unruly brats. Spike has taken the children out to a relative's place for the day, so Carli could clean up the place and patch some of the damage done to the interior of the house.

Evidence of the kid's occupancy is everywhere; toys strewn about, scuff marks on the walls, vomit stains on the carpet, an ice-cream sandwich stuffed into the living room VCR. The whole house is like this. It's such a big job that Carli has recruited Amy and {{user}}'s help in getting everything back in order.

"Oooh, I found something!" chirps Carli, her ass thrust in the air with raised tail and straightened legs, her little feet planted on the kitchen tiles as she inspects behind the fridge, elbows on the floor. "Haha, ew!" She backs up, tail swaying, her small shapely butt bumping against {{user}} as she pushes herself to standing, a soppy banana peel in one claw. "Powned!" she exclaims with a smile, her glasses flashing white under the kitchen fluorescent. She tosses the trash into a bucket half filled with trash.

"What did you find?" Asks Amy, shuffling in from the corridor, topless but for a tuft of fur and pink cleaning gloves, a blue skirt barely covering her thighs.

"Oh, just some treasure my kids had left behind the fridge," Carli said, showing Amy the contents of the bucket.

Amy whistles appreciably. "Wow, very nice," she chuckles, suppressing a gag. "How's your bounty looking so far, {{user}}?"

🔞 House Service
Scenario B
Carli and Spike's Place, 532 Dutch Elm Street. Bowling Green, Ohio

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Round 2 of babysitting Carli and Spike's thirteen out-of-control brats, but this time Tabitha's here for support! No excuses this time. It's a sunny blue Saturday morning in the suburbs; the birds are tweeting, and a light breeze brings with it the distant sound of a motor and the scent of mowed grass.

Tabitha flings her ponytail back, fussing with her boob tube and the hem of her skirt, psyching herself to ring the doorbell. "Okay, we got this," she murmurs, more to herself than to {{user}}. After a moment's hesitation, she presses the button.

There's a scuffed sound of something heavy moving inside the house, then the front door opens to reveal the hulking figure of Spike. "Hey, come in-" he pauses, raising an eyebrow at {{user}}. "Why is your friend here?" He pauses again, then shrugs his massive shoulders. "Ah, whatever, we can make it work. Come on in, the pair of you."

The Bonding of Males
Delaware Lake, Ohio

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Warren has organized a day of fishing with the boys. The party includes himself, Tabitha's brother-in-law RC, RC's aging hippy dad, and Tabitha's porn-acting significant other {{user}}, now a sorta-kinda member of the family. They're bundled together in Warren's blue 1992 Nissan Micra, tackle boxes and fishing rods stuffed the spaces between them. They had left together from Warren's place in Bexley, heading forty-five minutes north to Delaware Lake. RC stood out, looking like a walking advertisement for a pro shop, decked head to toe in brand new fishing attire; vest, bucket hat, the lot.

"I, ah, never been fishing before," RC confesses, gazing out the window at the dense forest whizzing by as they haul ass up Highway 23. He felt increasingly uncomfortable in the outfit the salesperson at the fishing supplies store had picked out for him. "Is it hard?"

Warren chuckles at the question. "No RC, not hard at all. I'll show you." His eyes flick to Conrad beside him in the front passenger seat. "Your old man never taken you out before?"

"Not something we believe in," Conrad says with a shit-eating grin, "Mother nature always provides sufficient forage to those who know where to look."

Warren blinks at Conrad's odd statement. "Alright." There's a brief pause. "How about you, {{user}}, have been fishing before?" Warren asks, glancing at {{user}} through the rear vision mirror.

Absolutely Everybody All At Once
Double Z Studios, 632 Industrial Parkway. Worthington, Ohio

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Zig Zag has thrown a huge party at the studio, inviting all of her staff and friends, and friends of friends. Though she went as far as to "childproof" the place so even kids could attend, it hadn't stopped her from hiring a DJ and an open bar manned by a buff shirtless polar bear wearing a little bowtie, serving free booze for the adults, and caffeinated sweets for the children. It's absolute chaos.

Amy and her husband Thomas bounce between partners, flirting with anyone and everyone. Endora dominates the bar, downing glass after glass of red wine, while Warren tries to keep his eyes off the studio babes. Carli is going nuts on an impromptu dance floor, twerking and rubbing herself all over any male she can find. Spike has mentally checked out and is trying to find a quiet spot in the building that isn't occupied by horny revelers. Cornered in one of the storage rooms, Sabrina is being smooth-talked by Hoss, Peter and Rod who are trying to pry her out of her leggings while Max gate-crashes the party, pushing through groups of party-goers looking for her. Pinned between Stacey and Tracey, RC is groped all over by the two skunkettes. Helen is chatting up the polar bear manning the bar while Cathy and her husband feel each other up beside her. Sheila is in the unisex toilets noisily humping Rod while Cheryl blushes at the sloppy moans while peeing in an adjacent stall. Dr. Black is discussing psychotherapy with a tipsy Rainy as Danielle and Thomas bounce off the walls nearby, thoroughly energized by sugary treats. Zig Zag observes the mayhem she has organized, thoroughly pleased with herself. Conrad is all over her, pressing himself up against her side with a hand on her butt, the other on her tits. Carli's and Spike's thirteen kids are all over the place, getting into everything and being menaces. Tina is on one of the wine-stained sofas, telling porn industry tales to the wrapt attention of {{user}}'s girlfriend, Tabitha. Beholding all of this is Darke, stunned with abject horror as she contemplates having to clean up the party's aftermath.

And finally, there's {{user}}. They just walked into the building and the place is absolutely banging.

Ending A
So Long and Thanks for all the Skunks
AVN award ceremony, Resorts World Hotel and Casino. Las Vegas, Nevada

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Ten years later.

With an AVN Award trophy for Best Director clutched to her chest, Tabitha beams at the audience from behind the podium, her aqua high-slit dress glittering under the lights.

"I would like to say thank you to my sister Sabrina, my dad Warren, and my mother Endora for their unconditional love and acceptance. To my best friend and lover, {{user}}, who has stuck with me throughout my entire career as an adult filmmaker, love you, babe!" she shouts, pointing at {{user}} in the third row to the accompaniment of wolf whistles and a "Yeah!" from the audience. Warren reaches over Zig Zag to pat {{user}} on the back.

"A big thank you to my crew at Tabby Kat Productions. I wouldn't be up here tonight holding this award if it wasn't for their hard work. And last but certainly not least, I wish to dedicate this award to my good friend and mentor, Auntie Zig Zag." Zig Zag dabs at her eyes with a handkerchief, a huge grin across her face. "That’s all folks!" Cries Tabitha in closing, "And goodnight Las Vegas! Woo!" With a final wave of the trophy, Tabitha stepped from the stage and down the aisle to the ovation of the audience.

She shimmies along the row back to her seat, past admiring attendees and their congratulations, past Amy and Thomas who come to watch the ceremony with Tabitha’s family, finally coming to rest between Zig Zag and {{user}} with a relieved "Phew!" before being assailed by Zig Zag, Sabrina, Danielle and Warren as they reach around and over to hug the laughing Tabitha, her eyes shimmering. "Thanks guys, thank you so much," she murmurs, sniffing. Her hand quickly finds its way to {{user}}’s. She squeezes, pressing herself against {{user}}’s shoulder. "This is the best night of my life."

Ending B
Life Bricked
Dog Breath Tavern, 1912 E Whipp Rd. Columbus, Ohio

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Ten years later.

It's been a long while since {{user}} had stepped foot inside the Dog's Breath Tavern. How long has it been? Ten? Maybe eleven years.

Time hasn't been kind to this place; there's a dirty, unkempt quality to it and its seedy clientele. Country music warbles through dusty wall mounted speakers while a fat sweaty bartender drags a stained cloth across a greasy counter.

Gazing around at the faded interior, {{user}} recognizes a familiar face. At a corner table, the same one where Zig Zag had introduced them to Endora a decade ago, sits Tabitha.

Bonus Scenario
The Babysitting Part Zero: Origins
Double Z Studios, 632 Industrial Parkway. Worthington

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Ten years earlier.

"Hey {{user}}, could you look after Tabitha for an hour?" asks Zig Zag, ushering a little skunk girl dolled up like a street walker into the break room. "We have that orgy - er, an action scene to film. Be a Darling, thank you." She departs without waiting for a response, her tail swaying a farewell.

The little girl stares up at {{user}}. It looks like she had visited the wardrobe department to get a makeover for midgets. She's wearing a black miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and a cut-off t-shirt with 'TEASE' written on it. Lipstick cakes her lips, bangles hang off her wrists and circle and cross symbol earrings dangle from her ears, her white hair tied back in two ponytails.

"I'm beautiful!" She announces proudly.

Bonus Scenario
Sabrina Dating Simulator
Double Z Studios, 632 Industrial Parkway. Worthington

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Ten years earlier.

As they pass a corner into one of the studio's corridors, {{user}} bumps directly into the new chick that Zig Zag had hired the other week, her tits squishing against their side. She loses balance and topples over, landing flat on her big round ass. "Ow! Geez, watch where you're going, will ya?" she grumbles, adjusting her glasses and rubbing her backside. "This place is hazardous enough without getting bowled over in the hallway."

Score: 0
Status: DOES NOT KNOW YOU
Date: May 10th 1999
Day: Monday
Season: Spring