Tiny's Tavern

04/25/2025

Kind of a random update, but I went through some of the beginning chapters involving Akiko and collected the interactions with Sasha. I've updated these interactions (there were a number of minor problems in the text) and added them to Sasha's sex tab. If you don't know where she is, go around and reference the "Sex menu updates" below.

Akiko's story will be proceeding, but I'm going to cut back on Sasha's content from the current stopping point because she is NOT the main focus point, nor does she have a spot in the story where she's a leading character. Saying that now so not everyone is getting too attached to her or her seemingly random interjections into the plot. From now, there will be one-hit-wonders, and Akiko interactions for the you, the M/C of this ongoing project.

Hopefully this weekend as I unwind my first brutal week of manual labor, but no one cares about that! Many projects have been slow so far in 2025, but I'm always working/thinking about Tiny's Tavern and how to get the story advancing. This applies to the sexiest version of Tiny's Tavern, as well as the more serious cyberpunk-western alternative version. (Special thanks to the other guy that keeps that project alive and well!)

New short cut is HERE | Tiny's Tavern alternative story HERE. (re-released)

February highlight:

• Third Path updated
• First major sex scene w/ Akiko
• AI generated concepts are deleted (really, sad about this one.)

Sex Menu updates:

• "Contractors, outlaws, and bounty hunters" updated w/ Sasha (Faciala, 69 w/ light BDSM, Rough vaginal sex)
• "Akiko Shiroma" updated with a new place holder (Generated again by GROK.) I've also given her a full name, which I'm sure some of you weebs will enjoy.
• "Sachio Higashiyama" added w/ another AI generated report from GROK. Nothing sexual added. Much like Akiko, I've introduced a full name.

!!YOU CAN CUSTOMIZE YOUR FIRST AND LAST NAME, AS WELL AS YOUR PREFERRED DRINK!! FEEL FREE TO USE (or ****?) THIS EMBRACED MECHANIC!!

!!YOU CAN ADD YOUR CHAPTERS TO THE STORYLINE TOO!!

The year is 2483. Five centuries have passed since the nuclear holocaust triggered by human error during the Able Archer 83 exercise, when NATO's maneuvers were misread as an imminent invasion by the Warsaw Pact. In the dying days of October, missiles flew, igniting a firestorm that consumed the planet for hundreds of years, obliterating civilizations and reshaping the world's very geography.

Out of the ashes, new societies emerged, fluctuating like the radiation levels in the air. Some thrived, building fortresses of order from chaos, while others crumbled under the weight of their own disarray. The world saw a resurgence of outlaws, gunslingers, and bounty hunters, their codes and conflicts becoming the new law of the land. In this harsh reality, the brightest lights of humanity—compassion, community, and hope—were often the first to flicker out, only to be replaced by the cold light of commerce, where security firms thrived by piecing together the remnants of peace, often for a price.

Enter you, once a cornerstone of a formidable security unit, now disillusioned by the monotony of the job. You left with more than just memories; you took your gear, your uniform—customized with personal touches, a testament to your journey away from the fold. Bounty hunting seemed like the next chapter, but its simplicity and questionable morals left you searching for something more. Your skills, honed through years of experience, led you to the life of a private contractor, where intellect and negotiation danced with danger.

Your reputation preceded you, taking you from the remnants of cityscapes to the whispers of forgotten towns, down to the lawless frontier where the contracts were as brutal as the landscape. Now, you find yourself at the edge of what was once Canada, rich in credits but stranded as winter sets in, biding time until the thaw brings new opportunities.

The tavern you've taken refuge in is an anomaly, a pre-war relic barely touched by time, its walls echoing with history. For over six months, you've been a fixture here, your name and deeds known to all in this close-knit community. Among the familiar faces, there's Delilah, the barmaid with the choppy brown hair and bright teal eyes, whose company has become more than just a pleasant distraction. Her presence, like the water she serves, somehow better than it should have been.

Tonight, as you return battered from your latest contract, Delilah greets you with her usual cheer, quickly turning to concern at your disheveled state. She sits across from you, her hands outstretched in an offer of comfort.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asks, her voice a soft beacon in the dark ambiance of the tavern.

You glance at her, her smile a balm to your weariness, but your eyes catch on another figure, solitary by the cold hearth. There's something about him, an aura of mystery or perhaps shared solitude, that tugs at your curiosity. But before you can decide to investigate, Delilah's waiting gaze pulls you back. You focus on her, the warmth of her smile inviting you to share your burdens, if only for this moment.