In the end, you choose all of the above!

You can't believe you actually pulled it off! You came up with a way for everyone to move in together and form a polycule commune. It took a lot of discussion, a lot more compromise, and lots and lots of buttering them up, rubbing them down, and lovin' them back up again, but in the end, everyone is one big happy family.

Sure there were challenges. Everyone missed Sasha like crazy when she went off to school, but after a semester, she was able to return and complete the rest of her degree online. She returned with a stronger resolve than ever, but she's still by far the softest kisser in the house.

Buffy took a little while to get used to not being in charge anymore just because she gave all her money to help turn her house into a home for so many chaotic cuties, but having dozens of divas to choose from at any given moment led her to the realization that when if comes to love and life, from each according to their ability and to each according to their needs works out better for everyone.

Greta was overwhelmed at first being the wallflower in a hothouse, but in time Dee and her Donnas of all people got her to blossom. Her love of costuming took their Girl Gang/Group aesthetic to the next level, and it gave Greta enough courage to ask Dee out for a date. Of all people, she was the last you expected to make Dee fall in line, but there's a quiet strength in the mousey minx.

Ella had her hands full wrangling Becca and a slew of new bimboi babysitters, but luckily there were a lot of hands to spare. Abigail knows most of them from their time at the SJC and helps out where she can. Bunny does his best to tire them out by serving as a seemingly inexhaustible love doll and puppy dog. Most of all, Joy, who almost everyone prefers to call Mom, helps keep everyone from killing each other or burning down the house. You were sorry that things didn't work out with your dad and Joy, but she really was more woman than he was ready to handle, and at least he started to use his heart again in the process. You know he'll get there someday, and in the meantime, 'Mom' is having the time of her life.

You on the other hand, only have one major problem. Of all the throuples and quads and primaries and other ever shifting arrangements, one thing remains constant...everyone wants a piece of you. It's a pretty good problem to have as far as 'challenges' go, but it has required you to get creative in terms of scheduling...

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Monday is 'Mother's day'. Joy does a lot for the commune, from the emotional labor of dozens of degenerate disasters at shifting stages of emotional maturity, to helping coach the chore adverse to become productive members of the household, to being the most sought after woman in the house. Her relationship schedule makes yours look like a child's and so she asks for one day a week with no claims on her time. You scheduled the same for yourself on Monday, so you often spend at least the evening together.

Joy is a...well joy to be around. She has the patience of a person twice her age, which no one actually knows. Save a wry crinkle around the eyes when she laughs...which is often, and the Rubenesque rolls of her soft stomach and hefty hips, you would think she was as young as any of you. She tells you that she sees a lot of you in her, or as she put it, "You're me if I made even more mistakes earlier instead of spreading them out over the years." That, and the fact that you are one of the only ones in the house that doesn't call her mom, has forged a special bond between you.

She does allow you the occasional exception. Every so often...after you've put out the latest fire together and turn into her room...the smallest in the house of course...you will climb under the covers and cuddle close. Most nights you turn to face her and take your time exploring her body as she teaches you step by step how to share heights of ecstasy that make your wet dreams seem dull in comparison. But some nights you feel a special need and you snuggle close as the little spoon and Joy knows it's time to put on her 'Mommy' hat and hold you close while you coo and cuddle and slowly shift your ample ass against her cock until she fucks you into bed.

Either way, you always wake up smiling and ready to face the day...

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Tuesday is all Ella's. It is the one day they can lay exclusive claim to your time. Which, of course, in practice means you spend most of it dealing with bratty bimbaysitters and wild buck Becca. You see a lot of yourself in the wild women working for an exclusively femme clientele now, mostly in their insistence on trying out every possible way to fuck up, at least once. One day it's Krissy breaking up with Jordan after she slept with Becky, which made Jessie jealous because xe is going steady with Becky and has a crush on Krissy, and the whole thing only started in the first place because Jordan and Krissy love make up sex more than anything.

Becca is at least two handfuls herself. She never met a rule she didn't love to break, and she treats hearts with about as much care. Still, all of the bimbabysitters think of her as their pet project. She's made a little progress in the year you've all shacked up together, and with everyone's help, she might grow up by the time the next century arrives. That chaos brings an excitement with it, and when she pins you to a wall and asks if you've been a good girl, you still flashback to your first fumbling fuck and more often than you are proud to admit, you sneak her into a closet for a quickie.

Ella on the other hand, is a rock. They are always so adaptable, so able to see the problems hiding under the surface, and so endlessly forgiving. They also feel everything so keenly. In front of their charges, Ella shows tenderness, but no weakness. Tuesdays is their day to let the rest of the house handle her hellions and just relax and feel like a kid again with their best friend and lover...you.

Whether sneaking off to the roof to smoke and suck, taking a field day to Dinoverse to puff and poke, or going on an actual grown up date with their girl, Ella still has their goofy fuck up fun side to her, and you are proud to be one of the privileged few to see it. You never get over how far you've both come from two kids cowering in their rooms, and you know that one way or another, you will continue on in your journeys together, if not in the flesh, then definitely in your hearts...

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Wednesday is wild...every damned week. Dee is always a cyclone in a china shop, shattering expectations as well as breaking hearts, bruising egos, and busting heads if things get rowdy. You can't seem to corral her no matter what you do, and her band of misfit sex toys, The Donnas of Dee and The Donnas, are just as incorrigible.

Really, you wouldn't have it any other way. They keep you on your toes and remind everyone that visibility is the best armor. With their albums going multiplatinum and helping fund your unhoused bimboi outreach and making your commune so famous there are SJC affiliated satellites popping up all over the world, you can't ask for more in the promotion department.

Besides, you get your very own rockstar to play groupie with. Something about the way she pretends to treat you like just another one of her fans, to share you with the dickbag Donnas before she takes you back to her room and acts all aloof and alluring...it his that squirmy submissive part of you that still makes you simmer and spurt.

The real thrill is the weekly will you or won't you call her on her shit, cut her down to size, and then grudge fuck her the way she did with you that first night in your dorm. Honestly, it depends as much on your energy level as anything else. And lately, she's been toying with you and testing you less and less. You hate to admit it, but it's a little hard seeing her grow up, but you're happy it's Greta that made it happen.

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Thursday is Greta's day, and boy does she get her time's worth. Not that you blame her, she is one of the only women in the commune in an almost exclusive relationship. You were surprised at first that the shy, soft spoken sweety was the one to claim diabolical Dee for her very own, with you as the one exception, but the more you got to know her, the more you learned she was capable of more than anyone knew.

First she designed the outfits for Dee and the Donnas, upgrading their Bad Bimboi brand by infusing Dee's Gothic Lolita look and using her cosplay skills to differentiate each Donna with their own signature make up. Then, she started her own reversible clothing line. Loose and baggy and boyish on one side, and girly and glittery and able to cinch tight on the other. It's perfect for the kids like her, **** to explore their sparkly side but not safe to do so for so long. All of the outfits are free, as are her cosplay first aid kits she sends out to struggling geek girls. You couldn't be more proud of her, well except when she gives you a private fashion show in her room.

You and Dee are her only playmates, but she turns into countless cuties from every fandom to make you both feel like you are getting gangbanged by one girl. It's filthy fun and pure erotic escapism, but as exciting as it is, your favorite part of the night is when she takes off her outfit and you get to share your bed with the coolest of all her characters...guileless, giddy Greta. You fall asleep in her arms, wondering how she'll surprise you next...

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Thank goodness Sasha gets you on Friday. You need a break from the craziness and the characters, and while she is almost mythical with her stunning size, statuesque figure, and silver screen star beauty, she is very much real. Gentle and loving, while still being very firm when she needs to be...and when you ask her nicely to...she navigates the minefield of harlots and heartbreakers with guile and grace.

She has made you look like a piker in the girlfriend department too. At one time or another, she's hooked up with everyone in the commune, often claiming them exclusively when she gets them in her clutches. Not that she's predatory. She is open and honest and free with her heart, wanting to experience as much of love for all the years she had to live a lie.

She's strong too, enduring all the falling outs and flameouts and fuck ups until the ones that stay with her form a loving, loyal circle of hearts that have more than enough love to share. That's the only time you get to see most of them as they are all so devoted to sublime Sasha. Not that you can blame them. You consider yourself just as lucky to be let inside her heart. You are glad she has so many friends and lovers too. Her heart is like yours, wild and wide open, and it needs a lot of company.

Bunny and Buffy are among her closest confidants. She realized even before you did that their raw physicality and easy going attitude wasn't just laziness or apathy, but a state everyone should be allowed to achieve if the world wasn't so driven by greed and guilt and ghoulish games designed to pull us apart from the inside out. Bunny and Buffy have become nudist mindfulness coaches, which given how freely they share their time and love, no one seems to mind.

You love the time you spend with Sasha and her wonderful women, it's like being in the orbit of this captivating celestial body, drawn in and burned away by the slow, steady heat of her tender caresses. You let her devour you in those soft yet hungry kisses and drink you down, until you both explode and are reborn as a new universe, one where love is celebrated instead of calculated, and sharing is considered the highest form of wealth. Then you fall asleep with her body wrapped all the way around you and dream of the paradise that exists in this bedroom, in this house, could be shared with everyone the world over...

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It's a good thing you set aside Friday to get recalibrated and centered, because Saturday is anything goes day with Abigail, and with Abby, you've learned to take that literally. You know it will be an eventful day whether it's spent bringing the girls that miss guys on a field trip to the Studded Belt to get gangbanged by rough trade that can respect boundaries, or visiting 'poor' Poppy down in isolation and giving her a little release for old times sake...then sneaking into the common area for the afternoon orgy, or just going out to rescue reckless bimbois on the bad side of town and finding a whole mess of trouble to fight or fuck your way out of. Sometimes you end up doing all three and more before the day is out, but Abby never puts you in a situation she knows she can't pull you out of, or that she knows you can't pull her out of.

In all this time, you still haven't pinned down the 'real' Abby, and yet she's always been as open and honest with you as you've been with her. She is like an open book, if that book where a Bible-length Choose Your Own Adventure. She is a mercurial minx, and a mighty one. You have accepted you will never know her completely, as she is simply too vast. What you do know is enough to be sure you will love her for life, and always be willing to go along for another wild ride with her.

Luckily for everyone, there is enough love in your happy, hedonistic household to go around. With the bimbabysitters, Abby gets to be her 'like totes' bubble brained bully bait self. Even Ella can't resist the temptation to '****' themselves on Abby when she is in the mood to let everyone work their agression out on her.

Abby's sardonic soothing side slides in seamlessly into Sasha's inner circle. She is one of the few girls privileged enough to get alone time with the goddess almost anytime she asks. Abby even bumped you one night, but at least they let you stay and watch like a good little cuckqueen. Knowing those two, they probably planned it as a little twisted treat for you. You weren't mad of course, but you did make them promise to do it again sometime...

Abby's wild wanton pink out orgy drive gets regularly exorcised by the wilder and more free wheeling ladies of the house. It's a common sight to see Abigail retire for the day and take an entire wing's worth of women from the Donnas, Buffy and Bunny, most of the bimbabysitters club, even Joy sometimes joins in, and of course you rarely miss the opportunity to indulge in losing yourself in a sea of feminine flesh and find your friends and lovers among the tangled tongues and locked limbs.

And some Saturdays, Abigail just wants to relax and hang out with you. It always carries the undercurrent of arousal knowing that with Anything Goes Abby, she could turn on a dime and decide she wants to suck you off on a roller coaster or fuck in a cemetary or jump out of a plane with a shared parachute and see if you can spurt before you have to pull the chord so you don't splat instead. Still, it's just as exciting to spend a day just resting with her and recharging for the week to come...

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Sunday is your day. Not that being shared by and sharing the most beautiful women in the world isn't how you would choose to spend most of your days anyway, and truth be told, a lot of your free days are spent with your many lovers. It's nice to have some space to yourself, however, and enough freedom in your schedule to visit your dad, get some work done around the house, or just vibe out and take in all the beauty and complexity that surrounds you without having to participate in it.

Sunday is also family dinner day. A pot luck feast as everyone pitches in to make their favorite dishes, collaborates on new recipes together, or if their talent lies elsewhere, helps set the table, clean, or just enjoys the time together having contributed in less tangible ways. Your feasts grow as your family does, and so too does the house that holds you. Taking communal funds to add on wings when more bimbois are rescued or women that, like Buffy, are bimpositive allies come to live in this paradise on Earth. It's got its growing pains, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Sunday is also the only day you spend in your own room, but you rarely spend it alone. You still enjoy your own company at times, but you lived a lifetime locked away alone and you relish the opportunity to spend it snuggled up with a new friend or long time lover.

You can't believe you all found ways to make this clusterfuck of a commune work, and many days it seems like it's impossible to sort out the chaos and conflict, but the impossible is your specialty. You look forward to a lifetime of fucking up and failing forward and raising your freak flag so high the whole world can see it. You don't know what the world will look like, but you believe that in your wide open heart, that the whole damn world can learn to live and love as you have...