"As part of their premiere season, the new TV gameshow Truth or Dare: Battle Royale has invited all middle and high schools in and around the city of Paris to enter for a chance to win 10.000 worth of school equipment. Our class has been chosen to represent Francios Dupont as one of ten schools in the first game! Which ever school has the most points by the end of the week is the winner. I'm not sure how a game of Truth or Dare is scored, but we'll find out when we get to the game lodge. Here are the permission slips you need to go over with your parents.

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"Each suite contains one kitchen, one bathroom, and two bedrooms. Two boys or two girls only per bedroom, but you may share a common area if you'd like. Next to the dorms is the storeroom, all our goods are complementary during your stay, but may not be taken with you off the premises. Each one of you will have your luggage searched before you leave. Finally, we have the game hall. We will have two games a day running from 8-12 and from 2-6. We'll explain tomorrow morning how to play, now it's time to pick your roommates and move in to the dorms."

"Come on, Girl," Alya nudged Marinette. "We're going to go ask the boys to share a room with us."

"W-what? Sleep with Adrien? I can't do that."

"Relax girl, weren't you listening? The bedrooms are seperated by gender, you'll only have to share with me, but we have to choose two more roommates to share a common area. It basically means we're going to be eating together with them and stuff like that."

"Oh, right."

--

"Tikki are you awake?"

Tikki yawned, "barely. Are you having trouble sleeping, Marinette?"

"Mmhmm."

"Nervous about tomorrow?"

"No, it's just that this is the time of night we're usually on patrol with Chat. I thought it would be a relief to get to bed earlier, but my body is used to our normal schedule."

"Do you want to go outside? Maybe a brief run will help tire you out."

"Sure, as long as we can transform without waking Alya."

"Ladybug! Is that you?!" Chat bounded up to his partner as soon as he spotted her from across the roof top. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Uh, Chat! I wasn't expecting you either you know. So... your school is competing in the game as well?"

"Why, yes we are!" Chat put a hand on her shoulder. "Isn't this a purrrfectly wonderful coincidence?"

"Yes it is," Ladybug smiled, removing his hand from her shoulder. "This way I know I'll be playing against at least one worthy opponent."

"But My Lady!" Chat protested, "you know we're always on the same team!"

"Normally we are, but this week, we're rivals. Think of it as training, Chaton. Be ready for anything, and don't let yourself get backed into a corner."

--

"All right, welcome students!" the game announcer cheered. "I'm sure you're all itching to get to playing, so let's get the rules out of the way as soon as possible. I'm sure you all know how truth or dare is normally played, we've made a few modifications to the rules. We want everyone to play both truth and dare, so you won't be picking for yourselves. You'll start by drawing a hand of seven cards. Cards will say either 'truth', 'dare', or the name of a school. When it's your turn, you choose either a truth or dare card, and a school card from your hand. Then you are free to challenge any student from that school. End your turn by drawing two new cards. The deck is built in a way that it should force you to alternate back and forth between truth and dare every few turns. If you ever find yourself with an unplayable hand, show it to a referee, discard your entire hand, and draw seven new cards. Every time you make a play, as either player one or two, the audience at home will have the option to vote whether you were 'cool' or 'uncool'. Voting remains open on each individual play until midnight on the day it was made. Each school gains one point for every 'cool' vote earned by any of their students, and loses one for every 'uncool' vote, so be sure to play as wacky as possible and impress your audience! Oh, and to make sure no one is tempted to take the easy way out, the penalty for passing your turn isn't just all the 'uncool' votes you'll get, it costs your hand. This time I'm no longer talking about your hand of cards, I'm talking about that useful appendage at the end of your arm." An assistant revealed a wicked looking contraption that looked like a cross between a paper cutter and a guillotine.

"You can't be serious!" a teacher from one of the other schools shouted. "My students and their families never agreed to such conditions!"

"But of course they did! Here are the liability waivers signed by your students and all applicable legal guardians."

Many students had issue with that, but the announcer calmly rebutted their claims.

"Hey! Let me see mine! ... That looks like my signature, but I've never seen this document before! Someone forged my signature!"

"I assure you it was in the bundle of papers we sent home with you. Maybe this will teach you not to sign your name to anything without reading it throughly."

"I can't lose a hand, I'm too young and beautiful!"

"It is not our intention for anyone to actually lose their hand during this week, it's a perfectly avoidable outcome. Just don't back out of any dares."

--

The first two day went by with fairly normal truth or dare shenanigans. Players who'd thought they would never be bored of the game learned that an eight hour day with only one lunch break in the middle really was a lot of truth or dare. They were lucky the creative strain was split between nearly a hundred people. By the second day, even their combined imaginations were running out of steam. Still, they put out an effort to be creative, inspired by a desire to keep their hands to themselves.

On the third day, people were getting desperate. Classic truth or dare questions that had been voted cool the first day were now most often falling flat, and in some cases, even losing a sizable chunk of points for their school. Students began huddling with their classmates, strategizing how they might pull ahead of the other schools. Many were of the opinion that they needed one thing: shock value.

Francois Dupont students noticed that one particular group of three boys from their rival school kept glancing at them. What were they up to? Then it was the turn of one of those boys. He laid out his cards for the camera to see. "Francois Dupont, Truth. Adrien Agreste, on the first day, you acknowledged that you have a crush. Is your crush here on studio property?"

"Um," Adrien thought back to his runin with Ladybug on the first night. "Yes."

The second boy made his play. "Francois Dupont, Dare. Adrien Agreste, I dare you to put your penis into your crush's vagina, and don't take it out until she cums."

Adrien's face turned red and he coughed. "Excuse me?"

"I didn't see anything in the rules that indicate I can't ask you that. It really is a genius play if I say so myself. The viewers want to know who everyone has a crush on, but why should I waste a truth card to get an answer when I can give you a dare that forces you to reveal your crush and more."

"I can't carry out this dare."

"If you don't do it you'll lose your hand."

"No!" Adrien started to panic. "Please listen, it's physically impossible for me to carry out this dare! I shouldn't have to lose my hand for that. Referee?"

"I rule that this dare is within physical limitation. Young man, if your crush is indeed one of the other contestants here, she is under contractual obligation to allow you to perform these acts on her. You have until the end of filming today to choose to carry out your dare. If you have not completed this task by 6:00 tonight, we will have to amputate your hand."

"I didn't think I was going to have an active part in this," the third boy said, "but it's lucky I still have a card I can play. I might know what's going on. Francois Dupont, Truth. Adrien Agreste, does your crush have a vagina?"

Several other players in the room burst out laughing. "Gay!" someone yelled.

"I'm not gay," Adrien shook his head. "She is a girl."

The boy who'd asked the question actually looked surprised. "I thought that was the only possible answer left! Well, if she's a girl she has a vagina, and you can put your penis in it. Oh, wait... do you not have a penis?"

"Objection!" the referee called. "You can't ask him that! You have no more truth cards in your hand and it's not even your turn!"

'Now is when he calls an objection?!' Adrien thought. "No, I'll explain, if it means I get to keep my hand. We both have all of the body parts associated with our gender, I just, don't know who my crush is right now. I know that she has more than one identity, but I don't know who all of her identities are. I know she's on set because I saw her on the night we got here, she can't have left, but she must be in another identity now. She's here, but at the same time, she's not."

"That sounds like a horribly desperate lie to get out-"

"I HAVE A CRUSH ON LADYBUG!" Adrien yelled wide eyed. Nearby, Marinette tensed. Misinterpreting her friend's feeling, Alya patted her friend on the back.

"If Ladybug is here, will Ladybug please come forward!" the announcer called. "If you do not, you'll be costing this poor boy his hand!"

"Even if she did come forward," Adrien shook his head, "she wouldn't be able to cary it out. The superheroes' suits don't come off like normal clothes. It would be impossible to do 'the act' without detransforming."

"We'll make an exception this once, her other identity can stand in for her."

Adrien sighed in defeat, it didn't look like they were letting him off the hook.

"Doesn't look like she's coming forward, tough break, boy. You might reconsider your feelings for her if she hangs you out to dry."

Meanwhile, Marinette was struggling with conflicting thoughts. Revealing her identity here could potentially put the entire city in danger. But... Adrien! He was in this mess because of her! The damage that could be caused if Hawkmoth got ahold of her miraculous was worth a lot more than one hand. But Adrien could never love her if he ever learned what she'd done to him. "I am Ladybug." Marinette stood to her feet.

"No she's not," Chloe scoffed. "She just wants to get with Adrien."

Adrien, on the other hand, didn't believe Marinette had any reason to lie. "Help me, Mari, please!" he pleaded with her.

"This is getting exiting, it looks like Ladybug has come forward after all! Adrien Agreste may procede with his dare."

"Hold on, are you going to let them get away without proof that she's Ladybug?"

Knowing how dangerous a situation they were already in, and how much more dangerous it would become if Marinette gave proof, Adrien protested. "The dare never said it had to be Ladybug, only my crush, so I'm the only one who has to believe it's her. I believe, so let's just get this done."

When Marinette walked over to him, he saw that she was shaking a little. "I'm so sorry I dragged you into this," he told her.

"I don't like that this is part of a dare, or that it's going to be on TV, but I can at least be glad that it's you."

That admission of hers made Adrien feel at least a little less uncomfortable. "Unfortunately we can't have real privacy, we'll have to provide proof we completed the dare, but we should at least be able to find somewhere where the camera won't catch us," he suggested.

--

As the found a somewhat quiet spot against one wall, a thought occured to Adrien, and he couldn't help a chuckle despite their predicament.

"How can you laugh now?" Marinette asked him.

"I just remembered that a couple of nights ago you told me not to let anyone back me into a corner. Right now you're the one with your back facing the corner."

"I told that to... oh... of course you're that dumb cat. That makes way more sense."

"Are you still glad it's me, Bugaboo?" he asked her.

"... Yes, I am, but remember, I only have my back literally in the corner. I'd say being in peril of having your hand chopped off qualifies you as being backed into a corner."

"Touché."

The two fumbled with each other, relying on their instincts to tell them how. They managed to get his tip lined up with her entrance, but rather than push his way through her barrier, he stopped. "I can't do it."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Adrien, one of the two of us is going to bleed today. I can recover from this, I won't feel it in a few days. If you don't do it, the damage is going to be way worse."

"You're right, I know, but it's not really about who gets hurt or how badly, I just can't bring myself to hurt you."

Marinette braced herself against the wall, then without warning him what she was doing, pushed herself off the wall and onto him. She winced as the momentum forced him farther into her, then looked up and met his eyes. "I did that to myself, you have no reason to feel guilty. Now hurry up and make sure I didn't hurt myself in vain."

Marinette had to fight past the pain before she could feel anything else, by the time it was starting to feel good for her, Adrien was struggling to stay away from the edge himself. "There's no way," he panted "I have to pull out of you."

"If you do that," Marinette warned him, "then all of this will be for nothing. The condition they gave was for me to orgasm, not you. You have to hold on."

Adrien gritted his teeth and focused his energy on not losing control. Marinette helped him as best she could, closing her eyes and focusing on the sensation, trying to speed her own process along. Just as she felt she might be getting close, Adrien said something that signaled an enormous change in their lives. "I'm so sorry, Marinette." Then he let go.

Feeling his release was just what her body needed to trigger its own. She convulsed, her womb pulling his seed farther in to itself. As soon as Adrien saw he'd completed the requirements of the dare, he separated himself from her body and allowed the rest of his ejaculate to fall to the ground, stunting the chances that their copulation would bring extra consequences, but they both knew that enough had gotten inside of her to potentially bring about a new beginning.

"May we be excused to clean up?" Marinette asked the referee who had come to inspect their work.

"You'll be leaving your team at a disadvantage if they're short two players, but you've put on a good show today. Yes, I give you permission."

"You saved me, Marinette. I really am sorry for everything I've put you through today." Adrien told her as they sat in the common area of their dorm room.

"I'm not mad at you, Adrien," Marinette told him, rooting through a bag of supplies she'd collected from the storeroom. "I'm mad at those idiots who thought it was funny to give you that dare, and I'm mad at the producers of this show who let them get away with it. Everyone here already knows those creeps are doing something illegal. We know our signatures were forged on that liability waver. It wouldn't be that far of a stretch to think they were hoping someone would have a pregnancy scare."

"Why do you think that?" Adrien asked.

"Because of the selection of items they have in the storeroom, and what they don't have. The supplies are for the use of the contestants, and all the contestants are teenagers. Why would they think to supply this?" She pulled a pregnancy test out of the bag. "The storeroom looks like they picked up a convenience store and plopped it down inside their studio, I thought that might explain why the test kits were there, but if that were true, other items that should be there have been removed. No morning after pill, no birth control, and no condoms. Even the package of the pregnancy test is suspicious, look."

"Whoah, today was rough on you two, wasn't it?" Nino asked when he and Alya got back to the room. "How are you fairing?"

"We're making out... I mean... We're making it out all right." Marinette corrected herself.

"I'm surprised at how calm you are, Girl. Just scrambling your words a little? That's nothing for you. Hold on..." Alya walked over to the trash can and peered into it. "The two of you are still pretty innocent, aren't you."

"Alya! How could you say that when you know what happened today?"

"There's a used pregnancy test in the trash."

"Yeah, and it came back negative, so we don't have anything to worry about."

"This is what I mean about you still being innocent, you don't fully understand how sex works. You can't take a pregnancy test on the same day and expect it to be accurate."

"I can't?"

"No. Didn't you read the instructions on the package? It should tell you something about it."

"It was weird," Adrien pipped up, "the instructions on the package weren't in French. We had to guess at how to use it. Marinette, you thought that was done on purpose to hide something from us. Do you think that something could be what Alya is telling us now?"

"Hmm," was all Marinette said.

"Could be," Alya decided. "I remember when my mom was pregnant with my little sisters. She told Nora and me that she didn't know for two weeks if 'the stork' was going to send her another baby or not. When I got a little older I found out what she really meant."

"Two weeks?" Marinette started to panic, "but we'll be home before then! If I get pregnant, there will be no way to prove it's the fault of this stupid game!"

"Calm down, if that's what you're worried about, I'm positive it will be pretty evident how it happened."

"Actually," Marinette said, "maybe I don't want them to take credit. That's what they want isn't it? They'd get a lot of publicity if it was rumored that a teenager got pregnant because of a TV show. I'd be playing into their hand. I don't want the program to benefit from this."

"You don't know if you are going to get pregnant at all. Maybe your next test in a couple of weeks will be negative as well."

"Maybe we should talk about something else," Nino suggested. "Lots of voters decided those three boys were 'uncool', unfortunately there were still a lot of people who decided they were 'cool'. They gained more points than they lost with that stunt, and now their school is in second place. However, apparently everybody and their brother voted favorably for you. Francois Dupont is now in first place!"

"No fair," one of the three troublemakers complained, "those two could sneeze and it would trigger a flood of upvotes for them. They haven't done anything interesting since yesterday. Pitty points are what those are."

"Yep, and you're the reason we deserve those pitty points, so stop whining," Marinette told him.

"It wasn't our plan to make him cum inside of you, you bought the audience with that move."

"Hey, hey, stop arguing," the referee got after them.

"Police! We're shutting this operation down!"

"Papa!" Sabrina ran up to her father, who had just busted down the door.

"Sabrina, I'm working right now. Let me do my job, please."

"Right, sorry, Papa."

"I apologize that our response could have been sooner," Roger Raincomprix walked over to the teachers, who were apparently responsible for having summoned the police there in the first place. "We had a handwriting expert analyze the contracts, and though it took days to get through all of them, we have determined that they were all forged signatures lifted from your permission slips. It is the belief of the police force that those responsible are dangerous and that they intended to carry out the threats outlined in the contract. Does everyone still have all their limbs?"

"Adrien!" Marinette came up to him at school, blushing. "H-here."

Adrien looked down at what she had put in his hand, it was a positive pregnancy test. "Mari..."

"I'm keeping it." She told him. "The courts are requiring the TV network to provide child support. You don't have to be involved unless you want to."

"Why wouldn't I..." his throat went dry. He swallowed a few times, trying to regain his ability to talk. "want to be involved?"

Marinette smiled, "I was pretty sure you would want to be part of this, I just needed you to know I'm not holding you responsible, at all. Anything you choose to do for this child I'll see as coming from the kindness of your heart, and not paternal obligation."

Adrien frowned. "I don't know if I like someone else paying for our child. I'm capable of supporting it myself."

"I know you could, and you would, but this isn't just about money, it's about justice. Those people have to be punished for what they did, and having to send payments for a child they indirectly caused shouldn't let them forget about it. If it makes you feel better, we could donate the support payments to someone who needs it more, but refusing them all together would be letting criminal behavior off easy."

"Yes, please. ... Marinette? Do you feel like we were the winners in that gameshow? Our school did technically win everything, but what about us."

"You mean..." Marinette put a hand over her belly. "It was quite a shock, but yes, this is a win."