This was getting ridiculous.

Lincoln had been spending hours alone for a week in his newly soundproofed room without explanation. He just went in with barely a word, put his stupid little 'don't intrude' sign on the doorknob and with a lock click he wasn't coming out for the afternoon. Good for him, he got to spend those hours in peace and quiet and not dealing with nine sisters worth of madness.

Today however was the last straw. A Saturday in which rather than letting them go out to the mall and maybe decompress with some retail therapy, their parents had commandeered Vanzilla for the sake of a two day vacation.

Just them of course.

So yeah, another sister on the way. No need to think 'sibling'; Lincoln was clearly the exception that proved the rule, maybe even adopted if you looked too closely at his 'birth story' (did she even remember Mom being pregnant?). Maybe Lynn Sr just wanted a boy for novelty and knew nothing male was coming out of Rita Loud.

Future twerp speculation aside, the present day spawn were rioting again so that plate of nonsense called 'responsibility' had fallen to Lori.

As the eldest she was expected to look out for the assorted twerps and deal with their many SNAFUs in lieu of their parents. Who (to be fair) would otherwise have been overwhelmed by the already weighty responsibility of providing for their massive family.

It still sucked though, it's not like Lori had squeezed them out, or had the atrocious amount of sex required to make so many twerps. Much to her disappointment she was still a virgin, both because of a 'PG rated house' rule imposed by her parents but mainly because of the aforementioned many twerps requiring everyone but the lone boy to share rooms. Thus ensuring that even without her curfew and Bobby's many time draining jobs she would never have the house to herself, or more than a precious few minutes before someone needed her for something and if she didn't show up then goodbye driving privileges and don't you mouth off to me about it or your phone is next.

And now that little Linky had somehow persuaded their father to give him the soundproofing and proper lock she had been pining for since puberty (so what if she had one now, she had to buy it herself) all of the madness was back upon her shoulders once more. Leni's endless… Leniness, Luna's enthusiastic music addiction (and possible other addictions as well if the strange smell she gave off when coming from her concerts was any indication). Luan's aggravating puns and increasingly unhinged pranks, Lynn thinking she was the alpha of the house despite multiple Pretzelfications and baguette beatings (she was going to have to look into foods beyond bread...).

The younger sisters were a bit better, Lisa mainly only endangered herself and she could probably clone herself a new body if need be. Lilly could be put to bed or just pawned off to Leni most days ("Like, you're the cutest- wait- not when you do that!").

Lucy would make herself thankfully scarce most days. Or not. It didn't make much of a difference (should I feel bad about that? Maybe if she stayed in sight more…).

The twins however were binary stars of shenanigans.

Lola was a budding psychopath who Lana had seen fit to gift with a fully working miniature car to run people over with while escaping with blackmail. Lana on the other hand was just… nasty.

Just disgusting in nearly everything she did. It was a miracle that Vanzilla broke down as much as it did; else the time she spent on the engine would be spent on her weird games involving mud, gross animals/bugs/lizards/whatever and tracking them through the house for her to clean up before a tired parent come home to witness her failure in controlling the Loud sisters.

Of course normally it would be the Loud siblings, and usually Lincoln would be there to either mitigate the madness as a helper/punching bag or make it far worse when one of his plans fell through. But for the last week the boy had been safely hidden away in his closet of a room, making himself scarce no matter the need.

No guiding Leni on how to be a functional human, no helping Luna with lyrics, no- you get the picture.

Now their parents had gone and left her theoretically in charge.

In reality she was stuck there on full time clean up duty, and the house was rapidly approaching the Loud Event Horizon. If she didn't act quickly some nonsense worthy of a cartoon episode would happen and then she'd grounded and more importantly; she'd be lectured on responsibility by two people who'd forgotten Plan B no less than ten times.

It was with that infuriating thought in mind, and sore hands from banging on Lincoln's door that she barged into Luna's room, knocking be damned.

"Dang it Luna I needed help three hours ago and you know you're not supposed to have your door close - LUNA!"

She had marched into Luna's room only to find the half dozing rocker perched on her bunk bed with sound blocking headphones firmly clasped over her ears, lazily looking over some music sheets with red rimmed eyes.

"Oh for-" she groaned. "ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ELSE YOU'RE FRIGGIN HIGH!?"

That seemed to actually get her attention for a moment, her sheer rage breaking through the headphones and drawing Luna's attention to her near psychotic sister.

"Oh, heya Lori," she drawled, pulling her headphones away. "You still on 'twerp wranglin' duty?"

"YES. YES I AM. I've been trying to keep order in this house for the past week on my own, and now that Mom and Dad are off on twerp production-"

"Kinky brah" Luna gave her a lazy grin.

She took a moment to calm herself, don't kill Luna don't kill Luna you still need her kill her afterwards and paint the house red with her-. "Look, if we don't pull this house together then Mom and Dad are going to come home to a junkyard, and we're both going to be held accountable since we're the oldest!"

Even Baked Luna didn't question why Leni wouldn't be held accountable. On the other hand Baked Luna also thought that the whole 'house falling apart' thing sounded like Sober Luna's problem.

"Nah mate, sounds like they're doin' fine already." Luna cheerfully rolled over " 'sides we've got tomorrow to put everything back together, you know how it goes; we get into shit, we get out of shit and Lana fixes up the place like it was never broke to begin with."

Lori twitched again. "NO, no that is not what happens; you twerps ruin things by going completely psycho, Lana puts up some chipboard, paints it over then it falls down and Mom and Dad take the repair bill out of my paycheck!"

Luna shrugged, "eh, what'ya gonna do bruv? they've gotta march to their own beat mate, it's all you can really do in this life-"

"THAT'S FRIGGIN STUPID YOU BAKED SKANK, HELP ME OR SO HELP ME I WILL TELL MOM AND DAD ABOUT YOUR 'DESSERTS'!"

Said (now nettled) skank smirked at the hysterical sister and pointedly plopped another baked goodie between her spiteful lips, "That'll get you stuffed too mate, I've takin' em for months an-"

Lori grabbed the bunk ladder with both hands and threw herself up to the upper bunk in a single move, before lunging forward so that the rocker could see how serious she was. "I have been dealing with this shit for a solid week alone because YOU can't be assed to come help, believe me I will take any amount of punishment they give me and enjoy it AS LONG AS IT SCREWS YOU TOO!"

Were she less buzzed this would have left Luna shivering in fear, as it was;

"Geeze fine," she stretched before plopping down past Lori. "Here I was thinkin' you'd get needin a break every now an' then luv."

Lori glared daggers.

"Is it 'cause I didn't sha-"

"Just follow me and do what I say before I pretzel you."

Alright, even Baked Luna would admit this was a bit too much fun. A distressed Charles was being ridden by Lana, somehow managing not to buckle under the cheering twin as it scampered after a more-visibly-psychotic-than-usual-Lola in her princess car.

Lisa's room/lab door lay in pieces and a strange acidic smell was coming from the room, ominous violet smoke drifting through the gaps between the black and yellow warning tape hastily pasted over the doorway.

The resident genius in question was currently parked on the couch, Lily happily babbling next to her at Blarney on screen. While she had no visible injuries Lisa looked more zoned out than the rocker felt, and probably was considering she had threatened to kill herself if subjected to Lily's favourite program again.

If she listened carefully she could even hear Lucy sighing more than usual from the vents, the little tyke probably wondering if anyone noticed she was gone.

"… Alright mate, I admit this looks pretty bad."

Lori gave snorted.

"… and yeah I shoulda pitched in before now, I just wasn't expectin' things to go ti- tonks up this quick."

"It's not just you, Lincoln's at fault too," growled the eldest sister. "He's supposed to help with this but instead he's in his nice soundproofed lockable room doing whatever he wants while- ARGH!"

Lola quickly backed up from where her princess car had left a quickly darkening welt in Lori's shin, the apology in her throat dying upon seeing Lori's sanity hanging by a thread. Her survival instincts kicked just in time for her to speed out of Lori's claw like fingers and out of sight

"… As I was saying, Lincoln was supposed to be helping us," a quick glare confirmed Luna was still on her black list. "But he's locked himself in his room, all nice and safe while we- oh sorry; you've been busy baking while I do all the work!"

Luna sighed, "sorry Lori, I just thought I could get a bit of privacy for once while Mum and Dad were out and time gets away when you're… 'baking'."

Lori pinched her nose, trying to relieve the eternal headache of being Lori Loud.

It did not work.

Luna gave her a light pat on the back, "luv look, we can go get Lincoln and we'll sort this all out together and it'll all be fixed like it never happened."

"That's not going to work" she growled.

"Why not?"

Lori twisted to face her, shoving her hand away "because I spent the last half an hour hammering on his door to get him! I tried to get Leni to pick the lock but she said she'd tried before and the new lock wouldn't budge; I even tried texting him and got no answer, HE'S IGNORING ME!"

Luna blinked that, that was dumb. One does not ignore Lori Loud, one does not leave her banging on a door for half an hour for your attention.

If one were to ignore a text that was grounds for Pretzelfication and no judge would rule it anything but the victims own fault for being that thick.

Lincoln was many things, including foolish and short-sighted whenever his planning tunnel vision kicked in but he was no where near that stupid.

"I… could he have gone out?" Luna finally dropped her accent.

Just for a moment of course.

"He better not have, everyone knows they have to ask me when I'm in charge," Lori steamed.

"But if you were knocking that hard-"

"Banging Luna, I could have put new nails in with how hard I was hitting."

A giggle briefly through a lull in the background noise.

Lori's eye twitched "LUAN! Get out of your creep closet and come be good for something!"

The grinning Jokester idled out of the room she shared, "Jeeze Lori, no need to- GLLARK!"

Luan found herself face-to-face with the queen of the house in all her glory, suspended a foot in the air by her squirting flower to gaze into her blue depths.

"No. No puns.

Not today.

I know you sit your little box and watch us like some a voyeur and normally knowing that you were still doing that would be grounds for…. something new. Clearly the Pretzel isn't working, but today's your lucky day!"

"Is that so?" Luan chuckled nervously as Lori drew her closer to her maddened eyes.

"Oh yes, because today I actually need your pervy cameras for something useful. Lincoln has been ignoring me all morning, and Leni can't get through the new lock. I want to know if the little jerk has gone out or if he's just being more of a brat than usual!"

Luan nearly opened her mouth to contest her cameras being used for anything pervy but her survival instincts promptly beat down her pride in the face of The Pretzelmaker. "S-sure I'll get on- wait I can't!"

The grip on her bowtie audibly tightened, little rivulets of waters squirting like blood from between Lori's fingers.

"No really I can't! Dad made me take out all of my cameras when they fixed up Lincoln's room, the last footage have is from before last Saturday!" She pled.

Lori's stone cold eyes bored into hers for five eternity long seconds then Luan felt herself fall onto her butt, flower crushed but otherwise intact.

Lori's eyes narrowed in thought. "Why?"

"Why what Lori?" Chirped Leni, having returned from wherever a Leni would go on her own.

"Why would-" she considered who she was talking too and with great effort calmed herself. "We're just talking about how Lincoln's been hiding in his room for the last week. Nothing to be worried about."

"Ohh," Leni understood and sadly at that. "I saw that too, it's like; ever since Linky got that new lock he hasn't been helping anymore, I tried to get him to be a model for this totes cute outfit but-"

"What're you guys shouting about?" A groggy Lynn poked her head from her and Lucy's room, the sour athlete having been pre-emptily banned from sportsball of any sort by Lori to prevent her from becoming the kerosene to Lana's fire. Instead she had grumpily shut herself in her room to do whatever else she had in life that wasn't sports, whatever that thing may have been apparently now having been interrupted by the commotion outside of her door.

"Linky's been hiding away from everybody and we're worried about him!" Declared Leni. "Like I guess Linky is growing up, but I still miss him," sighed the ditz.

"What part of ignoring his family is part of growing up?" Growled Lori, before snapping back at the deadpan expression on everyone but Leni. "Shut up! I didn't get to block everyone else out, and neither did any of you, so why let him?"

"Ohh, I remember!" Chirped the sweetheart sister. "I like asked Dad when I tried picking the lock in case Linky had fallen asleep and he said that growing boys have needs that girls don't, and that we would be happier not knowing!"

…..

It took a moment for it to happen, but as a lemming falls from a cliff it was inevitable.

Comprehension sucked the sound from the hallway. Four minds turned the words over and over again, all coming to the same conclusion. Luna's brownie buzz rapidly faded, Luan's smile turned upside down, Lynn's conclusion birthed salty rage that burned away the cobwebs from her mind.

Lori's last thread of sanity frayed upon comprehension.

"WHAT!?" Lori growled

A thousand visions of every ruined orgasm, of trying to squeeze out some alone time from her schedule only for familial obligations to strip it away. Her mind swam as the humiliation of having been caught by Leni, then having to explain to Mom and Dad why Leni was asking about her special button resurfaced.

The many would be first times with Bobby being interrupted, each one worked up to and hard earned, beginning with having to explain to the dense boy that she didn't want to wait for marriage and all the clumsy attempts at seduction that came afterwards from both sides only to fall flatter than Luna.

Said sister was better and worse of for having managed to relieve herself of her 'purity' through many sessions with her girlfriend and her considerably quieter house. But now having eaten the forbidden fruit (giggity) she felt the absence of companionship like a burn, she couldn't spend weeks without it anymore and the lack of Sam's sweet affection was akin to withdrawal, to the point where she had tried to sneak her in a month ago despite the risk.

Of course they were caught right after the pants came off and after much shouting, embarrassment and disappointment she had been grounded, Sam was at first banned from the house but under the impression that this was a 'first offense' was eventually allowed to visit so long as the door was open and hands were kept chaste. Sadly Sam's parents were notified, and now the same rule applied in Sam's house as well, and with no scheduled concerts to escape to they hadn't been able to enjoy each other's company beyond increasingly frustrated glances, Sam was even starting to look frazzled for the first time since she had known her.

And Lori wondered why she liked her 'herbs' so much, gotta get that fix somewhere and holding hands at school wasn't going to cut it. A brownie now and then was a bit easier to sneak in than a Sam but still wasn't scratching the itch.

Luan… Luan was just thirsty. She had friends and even a boyfriend, but when walls were thin and you shared a room with a salty Luna still bitter about not being allowed to have Sam for fun times you don't get many chances to indulge yourself. The closest she got was her little nest in their closet with her funny videos.

Even if she wanted to 'have fun' in there the walls were far too thin to sneak something R rated in, as shown by how easily Lori heard the giggle from earlier. All that she could really do when 'the mood' came on her was wallow in frustration.

It was just unfair, she already had the chest and stomach pain, braces and insecurity that came with puberty, why couldn't she get the squishy fun stuff as well?

Lynn had long since come to appreciate the value of mixed-gender sports for more than the challenge, the sweaty muscles of the opposing team boys and their faces as she beat them (puberty be damned) were precious gems for her self polishing (puberty be blessed). Likewise she valued the locker room cubicals for more than punishing a toilet, but the fact that she shared a room with a prepubescent had meant more awkward conversions about boundaries than she ever wanted (such as in; at all). Now apparently Lincoln had not only skipped that conversation, but Dad was giving him a free pass to enjoy himself.

Each of them had been frustrated by their parents rules against 'alone time', and more importantly it's distressingly effective enforcement. Every one of them had suffered from sharing a room, from not having enough time to themselves; it was the perfect anti-schlicking method. If you can't have alone time you can't go solo and so far only Luna and her increasingly frequent concerts had allowed her to escape the clutches of childhood.

Of course not one of them had considered the suicide of trying to use the bathroom for such a purpose, even Lori would have been drawn and quartered for squandering precious minutes.

Desecrating the place for the rest would have warranted something creative.

Leni of course hummed in the happy incomprehension only she was blessed with. "Hey what kind of needs do you think he meant? I mean-"

"Leni?" Lori quietly asked.

"Yes Lori?"

"Please go and make lunch."

Leni put a finger to her lips and frowned "but I thought it was Luan's tu-"

"Luan can take dinner with me, I'll give you extra dessert tonight. Everyone else, we're having a mini-meeting in Lynn's room."

"Umm," a quick look around showed no opposition from the girls, who were looking a bit scary right now anyway. "Okay, should I call the others and would you like some smoothies as well 'cause you totes look like you-"

"No to calling the others, yes please for the smoothies Leni, and take your time to do it all properly," Lori put her hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Go downstairs and show us your best like always."

Len's eyes became watery in happiness as she clutches her hands to her chest, "aww you're so sweet Lori, I'll make you Strawberry with Guava! Tata girls!"

And with that innocence departed down the stairs, leaving only adolescence frustrated with the depths of unfulfillment to trek into Lynn's room. They arranged themselves into a diamond formation with Lori pointedly leaning on the door and Lynn blocking the vent so that whatever purity Lucy retained would not be dashed.

"I think we all understand what's going on here, don't we girls?" Lori's voice could have cut diamonds.

"Yeah, pops' bein' a right hypocrite wi' Lincoln," Luna's accent had shifted to something more loutish under the pressure of her salt, the others didn't respond but their stoney gazes confirmed their feelings.

It took only a moment for the silence to crack and all at once:

"WHAT'S THIS SHIT!? LINCLON GETS TO FUCK HIMSELF BECAUSE HE'S A BOY!?"

"Well I guess he's getting a head start, geddit!? Seriously though this is really gross and-"

"I have to sneak to Sam's just for a quickie and he gets all the alone time he wants because he's got a dong? Uncool Popstar, uncool."

"I've been trying to get soundproofing for my closet for ages and they wouldn't let me even when Luna jammed for hours! 'You're too irresponsible Luan' 'maybe if you stop recording everyone Luan' and then they just give Lincoln not just the only private room in the house but a lock and soundproofing too?"

"HE'S A BITCH! I'M MORE OF A BOY THAN HE IS!"

"I'm not even allowed to have my door closed if I'm alone!"

"- Oh sweet Houdini he's just metres away when he's doing it too!"

"That's because you snuck Sam in for-"

"Okay point made, but what's Lincoln's excuse, everyone else has to keep under M rating so why doesn't he?" Luna griped, happy buzz now thoroughly purged.

"Shut up girls!" Lori groaned, "I'm angry too, this is literally unfair that Lincoln gets to… ughh" the thought of her brother 'enjoying himself' drew bile to her throat. "But screaming isn't going to help, and if the little twerps ask Mom and Dad about Lincoln 'touching himself' and realise they heard it from us we're all toast."

They collectively shuddered at the vision of a scowling set of parents with Lily in their arms, their gazes accusing them as Lily uttered "wank-wank!" in her usual happy tone.

"Inside voices, got it" muttered Lynn. "But it's so gross, and not in good way."

"Yeah, yeah it really is." Lori tried to relieve her twerp-induced migraine, but it wasn't working no matter how much pressure she applied to her temples. It was probably because Lincoln was only metres away doing hopefully nothing with himself.

Hopefully.

And there's the stress spike again, oh what would her day be without it? Of course now it had a new cause along everything else.

All because Lincoln somehow managed to break the cardinal rating system of the house.

Somehow….

"Look, I think we're getting side tracked here," Lori raised her eyes to match the generally grossed out expressions of her sisters. "We're all shocked and literally disgusted by Lincoln, but the reason I was out earlier was because he's been locking himself in his room. We've guessed why now, but the more important thing is how."

The other girls shared looks of incomprehension.

"With his hand I guess," Lynn suggested awkwardly.

"NOT HOW HE'S MASTRUBATING!" Her voice cracked as she broke her rule. "Sorry, not that. How he's locked himself in his room when no one else is able to."

"Well no one else gets a room to themselves." Pointed out Luna. "All the girls have ta share, 'course he gets less space than anyone else to be fair."

"But that's the thing, you've literally been asking for soundproofing for years so you could play as loud as you want. I was asking for a better lock for years, and I had to beg to be allowed to install my own, and only then after giving Mom and Dad the code anyway." Her eyes narrowed, "Lynn, didn't you try and get a good lock too?"

"Yeah, I wanted some privacy once I started growing-"

"Hair in funny places?" Luan interrupted with childish glee.

"Shut it Harambe. Tits. I was going to say tits, yes they're there I just don't like them flopping around when I'm playing sports, and I'm always playing sports so I always wear a sports bra." She groused. "Anyway I didn't want anyone, especially Lincoln to get an eyeful by accident so asked for a lock that worked right."

"And what did they say?" Lori queried.

" 'Just change in the bathroom like everyone else'. I mean it seemed fair at the time," she scowled. "Now not so much."

"I've been trying to get some better security on my closet for a while," admitted Luan, a bit sore from the gorilla comparison. "But Mom insists that I shouldn't need it if I'm 'not doing anything wrong with my cameras'."

"Not to get off topic, but that one's kinda fair Brah."

Lori cut off the impending argument with a hand. "Okay girls, ignoring the Creep Closet for a sec; what do those stories all have in common?"

Luna began "I wanted a bit'a privacy-"

Lynn continued "But Mom and dad said no-"

"To make sure we we're doing anything weird!" Luan finished.

"Exactly!" Lori folded her arms in a thinking pose, "whenever one of us wanted 'alone time' Mom and Dad stopped us. Whenver one of us wanted some privacy for anything they stopped us; so why was Lincoln able to get both a good lock and soundproofing so easily? He's pulled plenty of stunts before, and even if Dad was on board with it I don't think Mom would go along with something like this."

"I asked Mom and Pops about it on Tuesday," asserted the rocker. "Mom said it was 'cause we keep on bargin' in whenever we feel like and something about him not being able to concentrate on his homework." Luna scowled, "and after she got on my case for-"

"We've already gone over 'the incident' no one-"

"NOT THAT" Luna's frustration peaked for a moment. "Before that, when I was just starting… you know-

" 'avin' a wank?" Luan teased in a rough approximation of Luna's usual accent.

Luna glared back "You know what; yes. When I started wankin' I used to really get into it, then Mom came along and said;

'look here young lady, this is a PG rated house; your siblings don't do that here, your father doesn't do that here and I certainly don't do that here. Goodness knows we're all cramped in this house and none of us want to be near anything like that so keep your fingers decent or so help me I will fetch the chastity belt!'

Nah, nah, don't laugh Luan that thing's fuckin' real-"

"Language Luna!"

"Really Lori? After Lynn earlier? When we're talkin' about thi- fine. That thing is literally real; she showed it to me the next time she caught me and let me tell you, nothing dries you up like that mess of metal and leather!" Luna and Lori shuddered in shared trauma.

Lynn squinted, ignoring Lori for a moment, "hey, so I know the belt thing is weird even for our house, but letting that slide for a moment; do you guys think that Mom would really be okay with different treatment for Lincoln? I mean; she's always been fair with this kind of stuff as I know."

That gave the room pause. Of course Lincoln himself might disagree about the fairness of their punishments (especially in proportion to their antics), but he would have been outvoted ten to one anyway.

"No. No, Mom would literally never go along with that" Lori affirmed.

"So the stuff about Lincoln havin' homework and needin' privacy was probably stuff that Pops and Link sold her for the door and soundproofing" deduced Luna.

"She probably doesn't even know what he's doing in there!" Concluded the once more grinning prankster.

"But if she did, she'd probably put him in the chastity belt! And that'd be after taking back the lock and soundproofing!" Lynn punched into her own palm in victory. "All we've gotta do is tell her!"

Lori grinned for a moment, her 'volunteer' deputy would be back in action soon, and under the worst lock and key imaginable for having left her out to dry. But her smirk melted away as her reason kicked in.

"Maybe, but I don't think that would work." Lori began pacing as she thought aloud. "Lincoln and Dad probably did a good job in convincing her it was just for school and privacy. If we want to get Lincoln to stop… that; first we have to make sure that Mom knows for sure that he's doing it in the first place, and for that we need literal proof to make sure those two can't talk their way out of it!"

"So, we're gonna have to catch him in the act?" Lynn gagged, "urghh, that's nasty even for me."

"Same here, maybe just let this one slide. I don't think winnin' this one is worth the memories." Luna shuddered at the thought. " 'sides, how would we prove it?"

"Woman up you two!" Lori snapped, "it's this or live with the little jerk… you know…"

"Jerkin his jerk! Geddit?"

"Yes Luan, that, within spitting distance until we move out; is that really what you want?"

The more reluctant two had to admit; that was not an appealing thought.

"Okay, you've got me, but you still need a way to prove this else we're gettin' therapy for nothin' " griped Luna.

"Yeah, I'm not putting any of that in my brain without some payoff!"

"Leave that to me" chirped Luan, producing a camera from an undisclosed location. "I always have one of these babies on hand just in case something funny happens, and I bet that we're about to have a lot of laughs at Lincoln's expense!"

Lori smirked, "oh yes, yes we are. But before that we need a game plan."

And with that the sisters four huddled and plotted…

A/N:

Hello assorted ladies, gents and others; I don't usually like making or reading author's notes but while I was planning the story out I thought it might be fun to crowdsource some ideas for each sister's chapter.

If enough suitable ideas are given, Lori, Luna, Luan and Lynn will each have a chapter to engage in shenanigans, each having one quarter of the weekend to themselves. Their Monday/chapter six will have the conclusion, but whatever madness comes before then can be decided here. Otherwise the next chapter will be a single large one containing all of my own smaller ideas of what they might do, and the third chapter will be the conclusion. If your idea is used, you of course will be mentioned in an A/N at the bottom of each chapter. Of course any pointing out any obvious grammar and spelling issues would also be appreicated.

EDIT: As per musizlover2008's advice this story has re-classfied as 'M'. I considered it borderline, but this is safer in the end anyway. I will say right here though that while this changes opens up some opportunities for more in depth scenes than before, and probably even a brief sex scene, there will be no proper lemons. if that is what you're here for; sorry to dissapoint. This story is here for the funnies only, anything erotic will be in service to that.