Carrots and Sticks

Indigo

Indigo wakes up from the most amazing dream. She was sitting on a throne and getting eaten out by some faceless girl-next-door type that’s supposedly her “Master”. She was the harem kitsune queen and she has conquered the others, who all bow down to worship her. Of course she won; she’s adorable.

She finds herself in the middle of a giant clam shell bed. While she doesn’t remember exactly how she ended up in it, she feels so good. She hops out of bed and meanders towards the dining area. Her good mood is ruined as she sees the gross old man, looking even grosser. Bleary-eyed and frowny.

“Buenos dias, veijito. Como estas?”

“Muy cansado. Muy cansado.”

“Well, I slept great! That bed was so soft and so big. Did you get up before me?”

The gross old man just sighs.

“Anyways, I’m going to have some breakfast and then I’m going to play on the computer. What did you make?”

The gross old man just pinches the bridge of his nose. He starts to breathe in and out slowly.

“Sweet! There’s a whole large breakfast pizza for me! And a Cuartos Locos! Not an original formulation can, though. Do better next time, veijito.”

Then, for some reason, Anilla triggers. Indigo is flipped upside down and suspended from the ceiling like last night. The ropes coil tightly around her, blinding and gagging her in the process. She starts to feel dizzy as her blood rushes towards her head. After too long, he speaks, “I’m going to tweak the rope in your app to make you slightly more comfortable.” She feels the rope loosen and recoil to suspend her by all 4 limbs instead of just by her feet. The dizziness lessens as her blood pressure stabilizes. He speaks again, “Now, I’m going to loosen your gag so you can speak. If you can’t be polite, I’ll let the gag reapply itself and you can just hang there until someone comes to get you. Understand?” The gag rope slowly loosens.

“Please let me down.”

“Thank you for being polite. I’ll let you down once you answer some questions. First, what was the purpose of our date last night?”

“I don’t know. I guess for you to show your undying adoration of me?”

“Try again.”

“I dunno. Please let me down now.”

“The point was for us to start to get to know each other. Find common ground. Start learning how to eventually love each other.”

“That’s dumb. You should already love me.” Anilla pulls itself away and then smacks back into Indigo’s thigh. “Ow.”

The veijito sighs. He seems to do that a lot.

“Look, Añil, I have extremely little interest in your on-line persona. She’s really only fun in small doses as a comic relief sidekick for someone more thoughtful. I’d like to learn about meat space Añil. There is an actual person behind Vix, right?”

Wow. That fuckin’ hurts.

The veijito sighs again. It’s fucking irritating.

“If I’m supposed to love you already, what’s my favorite part of you, Añil?”

“Easy. Booba.”

“Wrong. Your art streams.”

My art streams? My art streams? Really? My least popular content type? The thing I do when I’m too tired to do a real stream? Me, sitting around and drawing? Doing things that mama y papi say makes them proud of me? That is what this puto veijito likes about me?

“Let me down. Please.”

The ropes lower until Indigo is laying flat on the ground. She feels him lean right by her ear.

“I spent all night trying to figure you out. I didn’t get very far. The best I could do is make some carrots and sticks. Familiar with the concept? Rewards for good things, punishments for bad. Just like in the game, I made some macros for your app; the app, by the way, keeps me from going into too many details, so you are just going to have to trust me. You want mind-blowing orgasms on the regular? You just need to do two things for me to earn them: try to get along with everyone and show some delayed gratification. When you earn one, I’ll text you ‘Listo para la fiesta’ and a timestamp. You respond with ‘Si’ by the timestamp, you get that orgasm when the timestamp hits. When you piss everyone off or overindulge by, say, eating that entire 30K calorie pizza for breakfast? If I find out, I’ll text you ‘Listo para aprender la lección’ and a timestamp. And let’s just say that the app will make your life not fun until the timestamp passes.”

The ropes slacken completely. Indigo scrambles to her feet.

The gross old man continues, “Now either we can try to salvage something from this fiasco or you are welcome to take your breakfast to go.” He sits down at the dining nook table and rests his chin in his hand. He stares. Waiting on me to make a decision. Well, fuck this shit. I’m out.

Indigo grabs her pizza and boozy (but not original formulation boozy) energy drink. Then she stomps out of the Master Suite, not even giving the old man another look. She keeps the tears back long enough to flop down in the lobby. And, of course, she eats the whole thing. It is delicious.

Josie

Josie is still a little sore from last night, even after some considerable stretching. Maybe all three of us sharing that tiny bed to stay warm wasn’t the best idea?

Once again, she is surprised by Tina’s sexual appetite. Tina needed what felt like three times the orgasms than Scarlet and Josie needed combined to be satisfied.

Breakfast was (mostly) uneventful. Dinah wanted some suggestions of some group activities Francis would be into. Josie knew Francis was almost a hermit at this point; the only real suggestion she could offer was some nerd game she didn’t really understand (I think it’s called DoD?). Scarlet perked up a little at that, noting, “Hey, I played some of that in high school. Our mathlete coach, Mr. McGillicutty, used THAC0 calculations as an excuse for us playing it during the off-season.”

Josie snickers. Tina nudges Scarlet in the side, “You didn’t tell me I was having sex with a nerd!”

“Some of the older Sacred Texts mention this THAC0,” Skye exclaims, in awe, “Ms. Scarlet, have you played the Sacred Game?”

“I guess?”

“And you weren’t struck down for blasphemy?”

“I guess?”

“Wow.”

Dinah puts an end to the nonsense, “So, Scarlet, you think you can lead us through a game of that? Be a good way to get to know each other better.”

Tina blurts, “I know a more fun way for all of us to get to know each other better.” That earns the bunny girl a couple of dirty looks and a sharp nudge to the ribs. Tina’s ears droop as she retracts her offer, “Sorry. I have a date to prepare for anyways. Maybe next time?”

Scarlet sighs, then says, “If enough of us want to play, I can certainly try. We’ll need to get some stuff.”

Skye affirms, “I’m in. Provided we play the new version The Master mentioned. I don’t want to risk offending The Lady by playing the actual Sacred Game.”

Scarlet relents, “Ok. Less math that way, I think. Calculating THAC0 on the fly isn’t fun. Need at least 1 more. Josie?”

“Rather not. I got my own thing for bonding with my gym buddy. But if Indi doesn’t want to play your dumb nerd thing, I guess I can?”

“Josie, you’re playing. Scarlet, what all do we need?”

“Game Books. Dice. Snacks.”

“We’ll split up the work after the morning meeting. We about ready?”

The five women head to the bathhouse for their daily meeting with the heinous hag. She hovers menacingly. Indigo is already there, downing an energy drink.

“Welcome back to Harem Hotel. Cyber slut certainly had some fun on her date last night, although she really didn’t get the Master in on it. The Master putting in the work for the pleasure of the ****? That’s wrong. Well, the point total reflects the selfishness, as Cyber Slut’s position in the rankings basically didn’t change from last time we did this. Here are said rankings:”

The display materializes, with the updated rankings:

• Skye 24 VP 0 BP

• Scarlet 11 VP 20 BP

• Dinah 10 VP 50 BP

• Indigo 10 VP 24 BP

• Tina 5 VP 50 BP

• Josie 4 VP 10 BP

Well, at least I’m out of the danger zone for now. Guess these hair trigger abs did come in handy. Still sucks to be in last place. Need to think about how to up my score.

The crone continues, “It’s bunny slut’s night tonight. Hopefully, she’ll be the one to show the Master some real action. For a bunch of sex **** sluts, you all sure seem to be not putting in the effort to please your Master. Anyways, it’s time for me to get back to that seersucker sweetheart Andy Griffith. Toodles!”

Skye

Skye is lost in the snack aisle of the Kang-oo’s. She’s here with Indigo and Ms. Dinah. While those two fetch pizzas, she was told to find some more basic snacks. And she is utterly befuddled by the options. Back on the farm, the family cooked everything they ate, most of which came from the farms in the community. When Skye was allowed a snack, there were apples, the occasional bunch of table grapes, maybe a freshly baked cookie if she was really good. Not thinly sliced and fried potatoes in a bag; what even is canola oil, anyways? Not gummied worms. And certainly not Rat Leavings; those don’t even sound appetizing.

Ms. Dinah startles the naked girl, “Made a decision on the snacks, yet?”

“Where’s the fresh fruit?”

“You are not familiar with gas stations, are you? I’ll grab the snacks. Can you text Scarlet that the Kang-oo’s did not have any dice? Indigo should be waiting for us at the automated check-out.”

Skye fumbles her way through typing in the message on the tiny touch screen. Not really paying attention, she bumps into Indigo.

“Hey, did you grab some Rat Leavings? They are sooo good.”

Eww.

“Ignore the name. Have you ever had Corn Pops? Rat Leavings are like giant chocolate coated Corn Pops.”

“We’ve popped corn before, rarely. It doesn’t grow well back home. Are Corn Pops what you call popped corn?”

“Not Popcorn. Corn Pops. You know, the cereal?”

“Cereal? We mostly grew wheat and barley in the community as far as cereals go. Mrs. Patterson tried growing sorghum once. Did you grow these corn pops in your community?”

“What?”

Ms. Dinah caught up, “Skye, us city girls get our food from stores, not directly from farmers. Indigo was referring to a pre-made breakfast food item that is made from cereal grains.”

“Oh. It’s kind of dumb that the food items use the same name as the actual grains.” Skye watches as Ms. Dinah places the pile of snack bags on the conveyor belt. Indigo happily rings up the ridiculous cache of processed foods with her membership card.

The three head back to the cafeteria area with their shopping cart of food like products where Ms. Scarlet and Ms. Josie await.