A Relatively Tame but Rewarding Round

Hard Time stood fully dressed again, realizing that she had just been used as a tool for High Tech’s little scheme to take advantage of Blaze’s perversion. She wasn’t going to give her pussy to anyone, she was just being taken advantage of and then set aside. Which part of Hard Time was kind of disappointed by, and another part of her loved in a way she wasn’t sure she understood. Being used and turned away when your usefulness was over tripped something in her submissive kink that she wanted more of. Desperately. Especially from the four women in the room with her.

Blaze stopped masturbating and looked at High Tech with a somewhat annoyed expression, “That was a dirty trick.”

Tech just smiled, “Indeed, and don’t be surprised if I try it again. I want to win.”

With her usefulness fulfilled, Hard Time went back to her seat while Blaze got dressed again with speed not much slower than the unnoticed flashes that happened every time someone took a turn. With the show ended, they all turned their attention to the poem that Blaze wasn’t able to chicken out from even if she wanted to:

YELLOW: FACE

So far the game has focused on spice,

But maybe some chills would be equally nice,

For those still in doubt, with this we entice.

Providing this treat without asking a price.

Everyone focused on Blaze’s face expecting something would appear that would provide that familiar feeling of puzzlement but nothing happened as far as they could tell. Blaze though was feeling something, a weird tingling on her upper lip that did provide the confusion that came with her previous changes. She simultaneously knew why it felt like that and had no idea. But the part of her brain that knew what it meant also knew what she could do. Embracing it, she quickly rushed over to a corner of the warehouse, took a deep breath after licking her upper lip, and then blew the air out of her lungs as quickly and powerfully as she could.

So she had ice breath now. Or she always had ice breath, one of the two at least. As she returned to the table, Night Knight was picking up the die and rolling. Thanks to her absolute unwillingness to be perceived as a chicken, she agreed to continue before it even finished rolling across the table. She rolled a 4 and moved onto a green square.

GREEN: BODY

Let’s keep it going, taking a break from the sex

You notice nothing now, but this is nothing complex

When an illness goes round, everyone else it effects

Never the Knight. Her it never infects.

This was one moment that nobody had any idea of what it had done and Foxtrot was the only one that thought there could be something different. She still hadn’t replaced the nasal inhibitor after taking it out earlier and she thought that Knight Night smelled a little different. A little healthier but other than that, nobody had any clue what (if anything) had just happened.

After taking a little bit longer to try and figure it out, not wanting to be **** into whatever was next, Foxtrot rolled the die and got the first 6 of the game which put her on a blue square and out in front.

BLUE: STYLE

Blaze’s breath has been brokered a boon,

Night Knight’s body, is to illness immune,

With a round of but gifts we continue this tune,

We hope you accept yours, and do so real soon.

CHICKEN OUT or CONTINUE?

Foxtrot read it and thought for a moment, annoyed it didn’t say anything other than it would continue to just give out gifts. Blaze had a breath weapon now and some sort of immune system bonus would explain the change of scent she was receiving from Night. To that extent she had no reason doubt the promise that the game was making so she chose to keep going and a moment later, all the other women at the table and Foxtrot herself were looking down at the golden necklace that was now drooping down onto her chest.

For once High Tech and Night Knight were both positive that the necklace was new. Tech because of the insight the game had given her after her alliance enhancement, Night because there was no way she wouldn’t have taken a closer look at that necklace the first time she met Foxtrot. Even without paying attention she could feel magic coming from it and something about its design called to her. Quickly standing up and standing next to Foxtrot, Night asked permission to examine it closer and before actually getting a response, began chanting words that nobody at the table understood. After about a minute the necklace began to glow in a repeating pattern. Shifting from blue to black to red and then back to blue.

Apparently getting the answer that she was looking for, Night actually smiled brighter and more happily than any of them had seen before. She actually hopped in place a couple of times in a rather cute way. Like a five year old child finding a puppy under the tree on Christmas. “Do you have any idea what this is?!”

Foxtrot looked up at her bewildered and a little worried. “No idea.” She had a vague memory of finding it one day in an alleyway shortly after turning 18 but that was about it. “Not really, I just remember finding it in my early days while I was still trying to figure out the whole hero thing. It was lying under some boxes and it looked pretty and I didn’t see anyone around so I kept it. I like having it on, makes me feel better when I wear it.”

Night Knight just made a scoffing nose as she smiled, “I’ll bet it does. That necklace is an incredibly old magical artifact. We are talking Odin’s childhood level of old. Long story short when he was young, he spent some time exploring the land in an attempt to understand it and his people. Wanting to understand the wildlife, he wound up for a while following and observing a pack of wolves, taking particular note of their hunting techniques and attack style. He noticed one of them frequently didn’t engage in their attacks and Odin soon figured that when it stayed back, it was when the pack was going after sicker, weaker, lamer prey. It would only attack a target if it was strong, dangerous, and worthy of a battle. It wanted to beat the strongest, not take advantage of the frail. Odin decided he wanted that he wanted this one to be his pet and ally. He eventually kind-of, sort-of succeeded and to help the wolf survive, Odin had a magical collar made that it refused to wear. It had some intelligence and saw the collar as too submissive and something a subservient creature would wear. In an effort to meat the beast halfway, Odin had a magical necklace made instead hoping that a gift from a friend would be something that it would wear. That plan worked. It isn’t tremendously powerful, but it was designed to enhance the wearer’s physical abilities a bit. Strength, agility, dexterity, and stuff like that. It was a feisty wolf so Odin gave it an extra bit of protection and hoped the necklace would suffice. Thing is, it had an early bit of the magic from Thor’s hammer that limited who could wear it. Meaning that it will not fit around the neck of anyone, without the Allfather’s acceptance. Which means Odin deems you worthy!”

Foxtrot reached down at the necklace that she maybe had for years or maybe had just received with a whole new level of appreciation for it. Then at the game, then at the necklace. If the game did give it to her, maybe she could trust it after all. On the other hand, maybe it was trying to trick her. So far Foxtrot was the only person that hadn’t had anything done to her mind so she felt like she was the last unbiased person in the room and her judgment was the least in question. For now though she would relax and see how the rest of the round went. It was getting close to the five minute mark probably so she asked Hard Time to roll the die and see what happened to her.

She received a 4 and wound up on another red square:

RED: MIND

Magic for the witch, tech for the rich,

Films for the fox, and tactics Blaze talks,

Your current desire is the chance to best serve,

Chicken Out grants you knowledge, of things they observe

Continue or Chicken Out?

With all four of the others still in, Hard Time wasn’t going to be the first to drop out so she said she continued with no hesitation and immediately afterward her head was filled up with knowledge that she was partially certain wasn’t there moments before. She was now fluent in several languages and had a smattering of several other ancient, defunct languages that were known to dabble in magic. She knew how to draw various different arcane symbols and how the use of different materials and colors could change the effect or potency of what they did. She couldn’t actually cast a spell but she had all the information that would make her an excellent witch or magician’s assistant. Which could potentially make her rather useful to Night Knight.

The same thing came to technology. While the idea of inventing the things that High Tech put together was beyond her, given the materials and spec sheets, maybe some blueprints if necessary, she could grab a soldering iron and put together Tech’s inventions without a problem. If someone took 20 PC’s apart and placed the components on a table in a big pile, she could reassemble them one-by-one while blindfolded. She could talk about transistors, transmitters, and enthusiastically discuss the opportunities provided by quantum computing when it finally came to mainstream fruition.

She could play Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon and with just about anybody could link them within five steps. She knew just about every Oscar winner and could tell you every major actor from any of the nominees as well as quote silly humorous moments from any film awarded the Golden Raspberry. From bad B horror movies to the ultimate blockbusters she could pontificate without end. She was a little surprised about that though as she didn’t know Foxtrot was into movies. But it also gave her a chance to get to know the woman better which is something that Hard Time wanted to do.

She knew the general strategies employed and mistakes made within many of the great battles that had taken place in the past couple centuries. Both of the standard military variety and the ones involving supers. She understood many of the things to do, to avoid doing, and how best to protect herself, her allies, and civilians caught in the crossfire. These were traits that Blaze found invaluable as she was created a team of heroines simply to enhance her ability to do those very things.

In short, she had knowledge that would make her useful to, or endear herself with, any one of the other women in the room. She wasn’t on their level but she was at least a peer within an area of interest for all four of them.

This was another case where she was certain that she didn’t have this information before as she would have used it beforehand in a **** attempt to win their approval, and as it was a lot of information even with magic it took a little while for her brain to accept it all. When she saw that the other four were all looking at her with concerned, Hard Time just smiled and let them know she was just fine and handed the dice to High Tech. “This game is great, isn’t it?”

High Tech simply agreed and rolled the die for herself and a 2 put her on a green square with Night Knight and knew a body alteration was coming, the two of them still in the back of the pack. Once again she continued before the poem even began.

The previous round of chaste enhancements succeeded,

Hopefully some trust in the game, with all has been seeded,

To help the game continue, somewhat unimpeded,

Lastly a change that leaves your tool kit unneeded.

High Tech felt a tingling in her arms similar to what Blaze had felt in the beginning of the turn when she unveiled her ice breath. High Tech smiled as she knew what happened already but still wanted to see it for herself as she stared at her arm as it began to quickly melt. After a few moments of flesh and blood-colored swirling, where her hand had been a few seconds ago there was now a fully formed steel wrench. She took her left hand and looked at that and after a similar moment of swirling colors, she now had a different sized screwdriver replacing each of her fingers. She already knew the rules and she now basically had arms like the T-1000 from Terminator 2. She couldn’t form them into any complex machines, but any simple tool she could think of was now but a thought away.

As they morphed back into regular hands she smiled to the rest of the table. “Well that’s fucking convenient,” she said simultaneously to herself and the others as she gave the die back to Blaze.

And the turn wasn’t over as once again two people shared the same square. It didn’t give any poems and let them all know that High Tech and Night Knight now had a new fetish. Edging.