Mia 3: The girls discuss Mia's options that she must choose two of

“Baawk bok bokbokbaaawwk!” clucked Faith. Sophie and Lucy joined in, and soon Mia was being accosted with a cacophony of clucks from the trio of noisy annoying cocks.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up! The challenge wasn’t that easy, guys,” cried Mia, “Everybody get off my back already. I was gonna clumsily fall over at some point and fail anyways, so this is better to save us the time and effort. I’d gladly take ten extra punishments if it means you guys’ll shut yer yaps… Besides, it’s already done, now help me pick my card for this stupid ass game.”

Mia wasn’t lying, she was concerned about falling over and not being able to get back up like a turtle or something. But her main concern was rolling right by Mr. Cute Neighbor’s house and having him see them playing such a childish game. Her head might turn so red that it would pop right there on the sidewalk. Mia’s cheeks were currently about halfway there just thinking about it.

Her plea and excuse quieted down the chicken brigade, who all leaned in to read her options and give their two cents.

Lucy pointed out that One-way Ticket might **** her to get a bus ticket and leave, calling in all her turns from then on, but ultimately even she wasn’t convinced by the end of her statement.

Faith surmised that Hands-on Collision might be similar to her spanking punishment. “Maybe you’re **** to tackle our badonks hands-first.” She emphasized her sentence by leaning forward, thereby getting into arm’s reach of Sophie’s jeans-enveloped ass. Faith automatically slapped it, and shook the denim-clad cheeks like jelly.

Sophie was still laying face down on the ottoman to keep her pants from dropping due to her own Descending Dilemma punishment, and she didn’t appreciate being Faith’s dramatic guinea pig as the redhead continued demonstrating her Loot Goblin punishment. She used her arms to defend herself, but Faith assaulted her behind nonetheless.

Faith leaned back, making sure to keep her toes pointed, then lunged at Sophie’s ass like she was doing a swimmer’s dive through her butt. Faith kept her hands open, splaying them out like feelers on a mole’s nose. She squashed her perverted swan dive into her nice round target and said, “Sorta like this.”

Sophie squeaked, flipped over, then said, “I doubt they’d just have the same punishment but it requires her to go all Olympic on our asses. I think Positive Patty sounds pretty good. I bet it’ll make you a bit less of a sourpuss when it comes to the game.” Mia rolled her eyes, then Sophie sarcastically added, “That, or something with Peppermint Patties. Maybe you’ll have minty breath?”

Mia didn’t have much to add. Honestly, she just wanted to grab two cards and move on with the game and forget about them completely, but she decided to take this seriously and try to strategically lessen the blow of two punishments at once by picking the right ones. Mia said, pointing at each one as she referenced each one, “So, Travel. Butt tackles. Being nice. Travel. Butt tackles. Being nice. Travel. Butts. Nice.”

Mia continued the three word chant of “Travel. Butts. Nice.”, similar to someone playing eeny, meeny, miny, moe. She wasn’t actually choosing like that, and was just stalling to think about it. She pulled her first card, and the other two stayed put, awaiting a second dreaded choice from Mia.