As wondrous, fragile dreams taste light

Getting a massage was off the table. But they still had a whole day to fill with fun activities, and Sylvia had a million of ‘em!

…The only trouble was that she had to moderate those activities to be appropriate for their current relationship dynamic. Unfortunately, a lot of the things she knew about were sexual in nature, given the setting.

But there were a few that she had in her back pocket.

“Mini golf?” Nick had no idea there was a miniature golf course on the island. That seemed like something he thought he would have noticed before. But apparently, it was right there, and he just hadn’t seen it before.

“Yep! There are nine holes! It’s a lot of fun!” Sylvia said, spinning her golf club around like a cane. “Since we had such a blast playing pool together, I thought it would be great to try a different activity that would be really similar, you know? Plus, I named it after my little girl!”

Sylvia gestured to the second “M” she pasted over the “N” in the sign for MINI GOLF.

Then she remembered what she was supposed to be doing.

“I mean… yeah, whatever. Could be fun I guess.”

“Right, sure, works for me,” Nick nodded, happy to go along with whatever Sylvia thought would be enjoyable. “Actually, I haven’t ever done mini golf before.”

Technically, neither had Sylvia.

“Okay, first hole!” She said, stopping off in front of the brightly-colored attraction. Unlike a regular golf course, the “green” was colored a wide variety of colors, this one being dyed in red and blue. She set down her bright red golf ball, and lined up her putter.

“You know, Sylvia, when it comes to a miniature golf course, I’ve gotta ask… did you design this? Or did Dakota?” Nick questioned.

Sylvia raised her head and looked at him strangely. “What? I did, of course. Do you think Dakota would put in water hazards?”

“…Miniature golf courses have water hazards?”

“They don’t?”

The two stared at each other, and Nick quickly realized that maybe he was dealing with someone who had designed a golf course without a single clue.

“…I suppose that explains the designs of your obstacles, then,” he said, turning and looking at the giant animatronic of a naked woman on her back. Her legs opened and closed on a sequence, only revealing the “hole” when they were fully spread.

Sylvia puffed out her chest with pride. “Here at Harem Hotel, we call upon all hosts to do everything they can to stop these chaste prudes. Now, watch this drive!”

“Uh, Sylvia-”

She wound back her putter and swung with everything she had. The ball sailed over the woman’s legs and off into the distance.

“PLIP!”

They heard the soft sound of something landing in water a ways down the course.

Sylvia stared blankly at the empty space between the woman’s legs where her ball had flown away from, then turned back to Nick, her lips pressed tightly together in a thin line.

“…Whelp.”

“Are you just really bad at this stuff or are you intentionally messing up?” Nick laughed, shaking his head. He honestly couldn’t tell.

“No need to worry, Daddy!” With a flick of her wrist, Sylvia presented another red ball, and set it back down on the green. “I’ll be sure to get it in this time!”

“Okay, but don’t swing it at full ****,” Nick advised her. “Even I know that much. Mini golf is about practicing your putting, right?”

“Hmph! You’re not the boss of me!” Sylvia said snootily.

And just to prove her point, she wound back and gave the ball another good whack.

“CRACK!”

The sound of breaking glass in the distance did little to dampen Sylvia’s spirits, and she quickly grabbed another ball.

“Okay, this time for sure…”

“I think that’s enough,” Nick said, grabbing the golf club halfway down its arc. He had no idea how many balls Sylvia had stashed away, but he didn’t want to sit here and let her go through this shtick for who knows how long.

Sylvia gave him a sheepish look and scratched her head, sticking her tongue out.

“Sorry, Daddy, I think I broke something!” She teased, and Nick rolled his eyes.

“Why did you want to come play mini golf if you don’t even know how to play?” He asked gently. “Are you really having fun?”

“Of course I am!” Sylvia chirped. “Because I’m here playing with you, Daddy!”

Then she gasped. “I mean-”

“Right, something rebellious, I get it,” Nick cut her off, and smiled. “I’m having fun playing with you, too.”

Sylvia blushed, and her expression turned bashful.

“…With that being said, I’d like a chance to actually play the game, if you don’t mind,” he added, giving her a scrutinizing look. “And there’s more to mini golf than just driving the ball out of bounds every swing.”

“…Okay, but that’s fun…” Sylvia mumbled under her breath, looking down.

Nick smiled, still amused, and patted her on the shoulder. “Maybe this will be fun, too. Let me have a crack at it, sound good?”

Sylvia nodded and stepped aside, though she made sure to do it with a huff so she could keep up her image of a rebellious daughter. Nick set down his blue ball and pulled back his putter, squinting at the animatronic legs to try and get the timing right.

He’d never played a game of golf in his life, but he managed to get the ball around the first two bumpers in one stroke. Unfortunately, his shot came up a little short, and the ball slowed to a stop right in front of the legs.

“Sorry Daddy, looks like you finished outside,” Sylvia sniggered. “Wouldn’t be the first time, unfortunately.”

Nick rolled his eyes and then turned to her. “Is… is the insult supposed to be that I’m good at pulling out of women who I’m having sex with, and not cumming inside of them?”

“Uh… yes.” Sylvia nodded after pondering that for a moment. “Yes, it is.”

“Well, okay then?” He didn’t see that as a crucial problem that needed fixing.

In the meantime, now it was Sylvia’s turn to take a shot.

When he saw her winding back and preparing to propel the ball into the stratosphere, he had to step in again.

“No, just do it like I did it,” he urged her.

“Oh? Well maybe I want to do it how I want to do it, Daddy!” She obnoxiously replied, flashing him a derisive sneer.

Nick sighed and stared at Sylvia’s smirking face. They both knew that the way Sylvia wanted to shoot the ball would just result in her being stuck on hole one for the entirety of the day, and that wouldn’t be any fun for anybody.

So clearly, she was trying to goad him into something.

“Well… could you show me how?” She asked, her voice aching with **** and frustration. “It’s obvious I’m not very good at this game. Could you maybe guide me a little?”

Nick gave her a frosty stare. “…So that’s what you’re after, huh?” He sighed, realizing what Sylvia was aiming for.

“Whatever do you mean, Daddy?” She asked innocently. “I could really, really use a guiding hand to help me make my shot, that’s all!”

“Right, okay, I think I get it,” Nick said, amused but also slightly annoyed. He could tell what Sylvia wanted from him, and he walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to take hold of her hands, and help her guide the putter.

Immediately, Sylvia sank back against him, resting against his chest. They looked every bit the intimate couple as Nick helped guide her putter back.

“You were just swinging the ball wild in order to coax me into doing this, weren’t you?” Nick asked, saying the quiet part out loud. “You actually know full well how to putt.”

“Don’t break character, Daddy,” Sylvia chastised him, and swung the putter with enough **** to clear through the bumpers without sending it careening over the horizon. It ended up being such a good shot, it knocked both of their balls into the hole.

Nick didn’t really feel like he’d actually done much to “help” her make that shot, either. What a surprise.

“Oh wow, Daddy, I did it!” Sylvia smirked, flouncing up towards the hole to retrieve her ball. “You must be such a good teacher…”

Nick wasn’t sure if Sylvia was trying to play at being a rebellious daughter, or a flirty tease. But he was grateful, at least, that she’d kept things rather chaste. He could have easily imagined her rubbing her butt against his crotch or something while they were huddled up close like that, but she’d refrained from doing so.

For Sylvia? That was quite an act of restraint.

Still, Nick kept his opinions to himself, and moved onto the next hole.

“…You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he sighed, shaking his head as they got to hole number two.

This time, there were no animatronics or anything like that blocking the hole. It was just sitting there in the middle of the painted artificial grass, waiting to be filled with balls.

But the course itself had a few questionable obstacles. For one thing, it was a straight line towards the hole, but there were several bumpers in the way designed to block a direct shot. Now, there was nothing unusual about that- in fact, it was perfectly natural for a mini golf course to have obstacles like that.

But the bumpers were all shaped like boobs. With nipples facing up towards the sky, they gently swayed in the breeze, coaxing and inviting people to come touch them.

“What? You don’t like boobs?” Sylvia scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Such a boomer take. #FreeTheNipple, Daddy! God, you’re such a prude.”

Nick didn’t have much of a reply to that, so he just asked Sylvia bluntly if she wanted his help making another shot.

“I’d be happy to lend a hand if you want,” he offered. “To make sure you can get your shot right, of course.”

Sylvia scowled at him. She knew the trick he was playing, trying to use her rebellious persona against her. No self-respecting teenage rebel would take up her dad on an offer to guide her shot towards the hole! It was one thing if it was on her terms, but like this?

“No thanks, Daddy,” she replied, sticking out her tongue. “I wouldn’t want you getting all handsy with me, after all!”

Nick was pretty sure Sylvia would just love that, but unfortunately for her she was trying very hard to stay in character. He smirked, and she scowled back at him, both of them knowing that he’d managed to get one up over her this time.

“Well, okay then,” Nick relented, pretending like he was disappointed by that. “I’ll go first then.”

He set down his ball and swung the putter. Judging by the way the boobs were set up, he doubted it was possible to make a hole in one on this hole, so he didn’t even try. Instead, he tried to go for an angle shot, aiming to bounce the ball off of one of the boobs and push it further up the green.

There was a slight miscalculation when he made his shot, though.

When the ball struck the bumper, it didn’t bounce off it the way it would have with a normal surface. Instead, the bumper caved inwards slightly, slowing down the ball’s momentum, before springing back and flinging it away. It bounced off the side wall and rolled back down to Nick, cancelling out all of his progress.

Sylvia burst out laughing.

“Oh Daddy! You fool, you!” She cackled, doubling over with glee. “You didn’t think they’d behave like actual bumpers, did you? Just look at them! Of course we replicated the texture of a real pair of breasts!”

“W-well, how was I supposed to know they’d bounce like that?” Nick demanded, his face heating up. “I don’t exactly have a lot of experience putting golf balls into women’s boobs!”

He didn’t want to meet the guy who did have experience in doing that.

Sylvia snorted and blew a raspberry in his direction like the obnoxious teen she was pretending to be. She put down her ball, and took a shot of her own. Unlike Nick, she accounted for the springy texture of the boob bumpers, and managed to actually make some progress through the obstacle course.

Nick sighed and let her take another shot, since she was closest to the hole, before lining up his shot again and trying a second time.

It was a good thing that they hadn’t made any wagers on this game, because Sylvia managed to sink her ball pretty fast while Nick was still struggling to figure out how to account for the obstacles. But he managed to catch up and finish the hole, not letting his frustration get the better of him.

“I’m way in the lead now, Daddy,” Sylvia teased, fluttering her eyelashes as she twirled her golf club. “Better up your game or I’m gonna run away with this whole thing!”

“That would be fine with me,” Nick replied, giving her a placid smile. “I don’t need to win, I’m having enough fun just playing with you, Sylvia.”

Her cheeks pinkened and she puffed them up in embarrassment. “W-well… saying something like that,” she muttered, turning away from him with a pout and storming off to the third hole, finding it difficult to contain her joy beneath her bratty teenage daughter persona.

When they got to the third one, which depicted a twerking ass rising and falling over the hole, Nick had a general idea of just where this game was going to go.

Nick had no idea that mini golf could be so fast and so short at the same time. Time seemed to fly by while they played the course, but it also seemed to take an agonizingly long time, too.

And it wasn’t just because of all the sexual stuff being thrown in his face, either. No, with every hole, he found himself getting more and more desensitized to the ridiculous displays. From having to maneuver the ball through a course blocked by rising and falling cocks, to shooting his ball down a penis and into a woman’s throat, to having to putt over a bridge in the shape of a naked woman’s body bent backwards in a crab walk, he felt pretty numb as far as all this sexual stuff was concerned.

Finally, they got to the last hole, which was just a long railing leading up to a giant boob contained within a cage. The center of the nipple was the hole, and discarded golf balls littered the floor of the cage around the tit, the remains of those vanquished trying to make the last shot.

“Alright Daddy, this is it!” Sylvia’s eyes flashed with excitement. “If one of us makes this shot in one stroke, then we’ll win a free game!”

She looked at Nick, disappointed that he didn’t have a reaction.

“In one stroke.”

“In one stroke.”

“In one-”

“Oh, I get it, trust me,” Nick said, cutting her off. He’d been waiting all day for her to make that pun. “But that would have been funnier if the last hole was shaped like a dick, and not a boob, don’t you think?”

Sylvia scrunched up her face in careful consideration and tapped her chin. “You know, now that you mention it…”

“Besides, what do you mean, ‘win a free game’?” Nick questioned. “It already didn’t cost us anything to play, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, good point…”

Nick couldn’t hide his exasperation any more than he could hide his amusement. “You really didn’t give this any serious thought at all, did you?” He asked.

She flashed him a toothy smile and shook her head cheerfully. “Nope! Not a bit!” She replied with an earnest look, and he rolled his eyes.

“Classic Sylvia.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean!? Don’t forget, I’m winning, you know!” Sylvia pointed out.

“Yeah, but that still doesn’t change the fact that some of the obstacles on this course are poorly designed,” Nick pointed out.

“Oh yeah? Which ones then?” Sylvia huffed.

“What about the one where you have to shoot it through a waterfall pouring out of a woman’s vagina?” Nick reminded her. “It’s a miracle our balls weren’t washed away!”

“I can’t control the water pressure!”

“Exactly my point! The fact you can’t control the flow of the water makes it a badly-designed obstacle!” Nick pointed out.

Sylvia scowled. “Well, maybe if you weren’t so sexy, it wouldn’t have been as wet! Ever think about that?”

“Uh… no? Not at all?” Nick stared at her like she was crazy, which was frankly a pretty reasonable assessment.

Sylvia then burst out laughing.

“Ah, okay, Daddy, you’re right, maybe there were few stinkers,” she admitted, giving up on being childish and rebellious, at least for the moment. “Anyway, how about a bet on this last hole, then? Winner does something for the loser!”

Nick wasn’t sure. That was two favors he would owe Sylvia. But he was tired, and kind of hungry, and she was looking at him so earnestly he just couldn’t say no.

“Well… okay,” he relented, nodding.

“Yes!” Sylvia punched the air. “You go first then, Daddy!”

Nick nodded, and lined up his shot. He had to make it in one stroke, or else the ball would roll off the boob and land among the rest of the failures.

Unfortunately, even with all his acquired experience from today, he was still an amateur and the ball went right over the hole and disappeared among the others.

“Ha! I knew it!” Sylvia chortled. “A complete flub, Daddy! Looks like it’s my win!” Sylvia hummed, lining up her own shot.

She putted like a pro, and it still rolled over the hole to join Nick’s ball in the crowd of failed attempts.

“…I guess we both lose, then,” Nick said, pointing out something that they hadn’t considered when making the wager. They hadn’t considered the possibility of both of them winning, either.

Sylvia turned to him and giggled.

“Guess so,” she said with a shrug, not fazed in the least. “Anyway, now that that’s settled, Daddy, want to go get some lunch? I’m thinking chili dogs!”

Nick nodded. He could go for that. “It’s been a long day,” he agreed. “That sounds pretty good to me. Really worked up an appetite on those holes!”

And they headed off to go get some lunch.