Counter-Plots

Daphne

Daphne and Dinah are listening to Scarlet describe what she saw in Indigo’s dream. The results of their little stunt last night have disturbing implications.

“So, do we string up the little shit or what?” Scarlet concludes.

“Can we even believe what dream her said isn’t anything more than a delusion? She is full of herself,” Dinah counter-argues.

“The dream Indigo does answers some questions if she was speaking her understanding of the truth. Feeding on my former sisters for XP so she could have enough power to kill Harper. She can certainly be deluded in thinking why she would get away with such a blatantly stupid plan, but it does clarify the how she thinks she can do it. There is something we should check to confirm. The Dungeons for Damsel’s system does keep logs of delve attempts. We could look for Indigo’s record of attempting Level 1. If it’s not there, one of us can watch the room all day to make sure she doesn’t try.”

A tentative step planned, the three roommates head to the Dungeon store. Daphne hops to her station and says, “Either of you want anything while I’m digging? Someone is sitting on a lot of BP they could spend to make herself awesome...”

“Daph, I’m holding on to a lot of that to pay off my stupid loan. Just look for the record.”

Drat. Daphne digs through the records system and finds the recording. She turns the kiosk screen around, hops over to the customer side, and hits play. The three watch Indigo go through the level.

“So, we knew the psycho has magic. What does this tell us?” Dinah asks, the frustration dripping from her voice.

“Well, Indigo is a witch, warlock, whatever you want to call her. Her magic is on loan from something. No idea what that something is, but something. What has been given can be taken away. A potential point of attack would be to convince the something to give up on empowering her. Second, she really, really likes fire. That’s a weakness that could potentially be exploited.”

“Wait, you are not seriously suggesting that we just let Indigo try to kill Harper, are you Daphne?”

“You think tattling to Beckie is going to stop this?” Scarlet sardonically asks. Scarlet gets it, at least.

“Point taken, but what about the producer? She seemed like she gives a fuck about us. Maybe she can stop this?”

“The fact that the cameras are always rolling means that both Beckie and the producer are going to be aware of this soon, if they aren’t already. That’s your job then, Dinah. Convince the producer to put a stop to Indigo’s plan.”

“Well, what the fuck are you two going to be doing?” Dinah sounds angry. Very angry.

“Assuming the producer is either unable or unwilling to prevent this from happening. Fortune favors the prepared. Scarlet, after the meeting you need to warn Harper. Make sure she knows exactly what she will be dealing with. I imagine her spell selection is always in ‘I’m going into combat’ mode, but she may be able to tailor some spells for the particular situation. I have some crafting to do to give Harper an edge. Something I have been putting off because it takes so long. Scarlet, let Harper know that I will have something to give her BEFORE she walks into the trap Indigo is laying. Sounds fair?”

“I guess,” Dinah mumbles. Scarlet merely nods in assent.

“Great. Please, do NOT talk to Tina or especially Josie about this. Josie would definitely do something stupid enough to get her eliminated if she knows. Tina probably would too. Now, you two head over for breakfast. I have a thing or two to handle here first.”

The two humans walking out, Daphne pulls out her phone. She makes a quick group chat with Irene and Cassiopeia. Then she fires off a very long message: “I hope at least one of you was smart enough to not just block me from messaging ‘cause this is important. I need some tech and security support here at Dungeons for Damsels right now. I have reason to believe we’ve had an unauthorized dimensional breach, focused on our least favorite contestant (not me, btw). Details when you come see me in person. I’m waiting. Daphne, your friendly neighborhood Dungeon Mermaid”

Josie

Josie wakes up irritated. Like she has an itch she can’t quite scratch. This is the first night in a bit where I woke up alone. Maybe I’m just so used to the constant pace of girlfriend sex that I’m starting to take it for granted? And I kicked Tina out for what? Worrying about me? I’m such an idiot.

A quick jump in the shower. Slip on a thong bikini bottom and a sports bra. Head to breakfast. Speaking of me being an idiot.

Tina and Skye are at the big breakfast table the harem seems to gather round. “Are you sure Harper’s okay, Skye? I mean, Daphne popped her head like a grape in a microwave. And then you stabbed her to **** for a second? What was that about?”

“Oh, all adult worshipers of The Lady are expected to be able to fight if its called for. Similar to Harper’s time in the militia, I guess? What pray tell, Ms. Tina, is a microwave?”

“Nope, not listening to that from either of you,” Josie buts in, “How many times do I need to say that Harper and I are fine, Tina? Sorry for kicking you out last night, but still. And Skye, you just married Harper, please just stop with the ‘miss’ at the time. You’re not a child that needs to act like the rest of us are adults that you need to kowtow to. Ugh!” The Josie collapses into a heap on Tina’s lap.

“My, someone woke up on the grouchy side of the bed this morning,” Tina teases, gently scratching at the base of Josie’s ear, “Mine telling us why?”

“I’m horny,” Josie mumbles at a volume so barely audible that she hopes neither of them heard it.

“Welcome to the club, girl,” Tina mumbles just as quietly.

“Ms. Tina, Ms. Josie, neither of you have explained what is a microwave.”

It’s like Skye doesn’t listen!

“Oh, a microwave is like a small oven. It runs on electricity and uses a form of radiant energy to rapidly vibrate water molecules inside food. It heats things quickly, but isn’t great for things like browning. Good for leftovers. Why are we talking about microwaves?”

Harper has walked out with breakfast for everyone. And she’s clothed.

“Harper, tired of the ol’ ball ‘n’ chain already? Trying to keep her away with that get up?”

“If you must know, Ms. Josie, I asked my love to dress today for... reasons we don’t need to get into now.”

Harper, taking a seat by her little wife, just silently serves both Tina and Josie a plate. She then spreads out the other plates to the empty seats. Soon enough, Dinah and Scarlet enter the cafeteria from the unexpected bathhouse direction. Dinah pecks at her plate. Scarlet starts quietly talking to Harper in their weird elf-speak; it kind of sounds like extra wordy Sylvan for babies? Harper nods and then asks, “Tina, Josie, what are your plans today?”.

“Got a gig on another set. Hopefully, it goes as well as last time.”

“Dunno. Act as third wheel on your honeymoon delve?”

“Actually, Ms. Josie, I was hoping to get a lesson from you after the meeting?”

What? Why would Skye want a lesson? Doesn’t she know that to make it worth her while, we’re going to have to do stuff? Josie answers, “Look, Skye, you don’t really want that lesson, so why bother asking for it? And stop it with the ‘miss’ nonsense, already.”

Skye does something Josie never would have expected her to do in a thousand years. She quietly stands up, walks over to Josie, pinches her hard on the ear, and starts dragging the wolf-girl aside. The shock prevents Josie from doing anything about it initially, then the fact that her hands were too occupied by masturbating. She finds herself cumming just as Skye pushes her into a wall by the dorm room. The drow tries to tower over the wolf-girl. It maybe kind of works?

Josie: +2 VP (Brought to Orgasm by Another Slut [Eargasm])

“Now, listen here, I’m only going to say this once. I was raised to be polite to everyone. Back home, there was exactly two reasons why you wouldn’t greet another woman with ‘miss’ or ‘missus’, depending on their marital status. One, you view them as a child. Two, your relationship with them have developed into something deeper than friendship, like you’re married to them or you’re sisters or something like that. I understand you are not in the best of moods right now, but don’t demand that I be as rude as you are. Do you understand me?”

Wow. Not even married a day and she already has the ‘I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed in you’ Mom voice down pat. Damn.

“Look, Skye, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“And which do you view me as, right now?”

Huh? “Huh?”

“Am I a child or are we something more than just friends?”

You’re a kid trapped in an adult world. “Uhh... both?”

Skye is just full of surprises this morning. With one hand, she lightly squeezes on Josie’s neck and then leans down. She starts to lick all over Josie’s toned abs. Fuck that feels so good! She doesn’t stop until she sees how sodden Josie’s thong has become.

Josie: +2 VP (Contestant Brought her to Orgasm [Tummy Rubs])

“Wanted to do that all week. Am I still a child?”

Not the best argument, giving into temptation like that. Still... “Sorry, Mrs. Skye.”

“Better,” the drow says, though it looks like she wants to cry, “Now, about that lesson, Ms. Josie?”

“You understand what we’d have to do to make it a permanent boost, right?”

“Was two orgasms not enough to show you that Harper and I are okay with sharing me with the rest of you?”

That sneaky minx. Good game, girl! “I am going to enjoy ruining you for Harper, Mrs. Skye.”

“And I am looking forward for us to be important enough to each other so that I can follow your silly request, Ms. Josie.”

Indigo

Indigo “wakes up” exhausted. That nightmare kept me from getting back to sleep. Sooo tired.

She stumbles out of the art gallery storage room (where she was painting and usually sleeping), and into the gallery proper. She then stumbles out of the gallery and heads to the Kang-oo’s for breakfast snacks and energy drinks. She finds a delicious bag of Rat Leavings and doesn’t even bother taking it to the checkout line before opening it to start eating. She grabs a couple of the free energy drinks and downs them. The caffeine does nothing. She’s still dead tired.

The first bag is empty, dropped on the ground, so she starts on a second she pulls straight from the shelf. She eats mechanically. Like she’s trying to heat up a furnace instead of enjoying a meal. Again, sooooo tired.

She’s halfway through the second bag before she feels like she’s falling, Anilla wrapping her up tight. She splashes down into the water. Soon dragged out of the pool once again, she sees him pull her out of the water. The soon to be dead so-called Mistress.

Indigo: -2 VP (Missed Morning Meeting)

“Hi, smexy cyber slut Beckie totally don’t do naughty things thinking about! You were late! Sorry, but dem’s the rules! Anyways, Beckie was told that naked slut did extremely well on her date thingy last night, moving up to three place. She got six tens points, which is a lot of points. More than fingers Beckie have. Good job, naked slut. More sluts change places, too. Beckie is being told to show leaderboard. Not sure what a leaderboard is, but dumb fish people will do that now!”

The display shows off the new standings:

• Tina 88 VP 100 BP

• Scarlet 82 VP 416 BP

• Skye 81 VP 20 BP

• Daphne 78 VP 98 BP

• Josie 77 VP 115 BP

• Dinah 59 VP 65 BP

• Indigo -7 VP 20 BP

Indigo is unfazed at the negative score at this point. Again, either I win tonight or I die. Oh, Beckie is still babbling.

“So, super smexy cyber fox slut that totally doesn’t haunt Beckie’s smexy night dreams, you are in the bad points place. If you don’t get to the not bad points place by this time tomorrow, you are, how does Beckie pronounce this word, el... em... in... ate... ed? Yeah, that happen tomorrow if you no fix points by then. Beckie now go do... thing. Secret thing. Important thing! Toodles!”

Beckie: (Brain) Pop Survey Progress: +1

Harper: +40 BP (+20 BP earmarked for contestant modification)

As the others go their way, Indigo is still strapped down tight by Anilla. Soon, it’s just her and the veijito.

“So, what’s the plan for today, Añil?”

Indigo grunts in irritation.

“Oh, I suppose you want out of your punishment. Here.”

Indigo feels the ropes loosen. When she can finally stand and speak, she asks, “Why the fuck do I keep getting tied up at every fucking meeting, you fucking dick?”

Indigo: -2 VP (Insult the Mistress)

“Being in the same room as Dinah without my express permission. Any other questions? Otherwise, when and where do I need to be for tonight?”

“Fine. 6 PM. My art gallery. Be there. May I go now, veijito bitch?”

Indigo: -2 VP (Insult the Mistress)

“Fine, Indigo. Go on. I’ll see you there.”

As Indigo leaves to take a looooong nap, she swears she hears the veijito sigh again. El culo frunciendo.