Craig Date 1, Part 1: Bowstrings and Bowlin'

Craig

Craig spent all of five minutes planning his date while staring at the jerky counter in the gas station convenience store on the amenities floor of the hotel. Bowling alley date. Physical activity that he can use to show off his dominance. Chance to see just how competent the chubby Asian chick is with her body (to see just how good of a lay she’ll be). Opportunity to get her drunk (and therefore gullible enough to get her on his cock, even if she still thinks she owns it). He submitted his date plan via his phone and got it approved easily enough.

He was starving, so he grabbed a couple of variety bags, happy to note that, so long as he isn’t too gluttonous, mundane food and drink in the store are free. The green haired bunny-girl, also named Bella, arched an eyebrow at him as he went to “check out,” but allowed him to eat for free.

No, the bulk of his day was spent trying (and failing) to get himself out of his fucking cock cage. It started with a trip out of the castle after lunch. Green-haired Bella gave him directions to a locksmith and he walked there. It was frustrating in a different way than yesterday. On the positive end, Craig’s knee is perfectly fine; no pain, no discomfort, no loss of function, just smooth walking. On the negative end, where everyone looked at him with lust yesterday, they now look on him with distrust. Where he was approached to be propositioned yesterday, he is now avoided, scorned. At least the temptation to flirt has been completely snuffed out.

The locksmith, a wolf-guy, is hilted into a wolf-girl when he walked in; the male wolf snarls as Craig entered, baring sharp teeth. Between being stuck inside his bitch and Craig’s lack of funds, the locksmith initially just told him to pound sand. Then, when he explained the situation while begging, he told him to go to the Harem Hotel retail store. Directions received, Craig turned around.

At the store, the pink haired cat girl, who has the stupid name Little Miss on her name tag, examined the cage. She praised the work, which pissed Craig off royally. Her first solution of asking his Mistress to unlock him also pissed him off. The new gnoll growled for her to just unlock him, only to be told that the cage’s anti-tampering enchantment would lop it off if she tried. Adding insult to injury, the cat girl talked Craig into autographing boxes of the cock dildoes he saw advertised yesterday for several hours. At least he walked out with a couple of the base model for his efforts, for what good it would do him.

So, grumbling, Craig finds himself before a big set of double doors at the top of the Hotel. He tugs on the door; it loudly and slowly creaks open.

On the other side is the chubby Asian chick. She has on a white blouse, with lacy accents along her shoulders, tucked into a high-waisted brown plaid skirt that tries to compress her gut. Under the skirt, she has pantyhose and some riding boots on. Her dark hair is washed and combed. She has makeup on. All in all, she looks like a four, which is both a vast improvement from even this morning and also a disappointment compared to where he is now. If it weren’t for the animal bits, I could get such a hotter chick back home. Still, I am here to get my cock unlocked and wet, not looking for bullshit like love.

“Don’t leave me hanging,” the chubby Asian chick says, a quavering in her voice.

“Oh, ah, sorry. I was so taken by your beauty that I lost myself in it,” he smoothly lies. He offers his arm. The chick giggles like an idiot. Plan is on track. Time to reel her in.

Tessa

Tessa, **** back into her dress, is still frustrated with her performance at the training session. I know enough magic already. The task should have been child’s play, even if I was asking to cast like a wizard instead of a bard. Did the human life imposed on me mess up my ability to do magic?

The human part of her interjects, No, the human part of us is the original. And that was our first attempt at magic. We don’t know exactly why it is important that we know magic, but we will get it. Give us time.

The girl across from her at the canteen table, more important for the human than the elf, watches Tessa with curiosity. She finally asks, “We should compare notes. It will help us understand the game better. Are you amenable to that?”

“You first, then.”

Andromeda shares quite a bit of information, blushing through a lot of it. The bounty boards for Mona and the other rooms are interesting. Tessa knows her sibling was always a bit obsessed with good health, so Mona’s diet and exercise tasks make sense; it’s why Yavan is so much curvier than Tyalangan: Yavan was always more willing to indulge her sweet tooth (not to the point of getting fat, but enough to carry a bit more weight on her breasts and hips). Mona’s other tasks are appreciated, too. Craig’s punishment makes more sense now, considering the boys’ special tasks. And the way Andromeda is blushing about her own is interesting. Looks like our tasks to teach them may be necessary, if we are to survive this.

The looks Mona drew from her walk to the gym is surprising to the human but expected by the elf. The books in the library sound interesting; the human is surprised by the implications of many worlds (even with the show **** them), but the elf remembers lessons on it. Tessa plans to spend some more time exploring it.

The rest of what Andromeda says disturbs both aspects of Tessa. What Tyalangan did makes more sense to her now. She wasn’t kidding when she implied that Mona is to save the human’s world. Andromeda is still hiding details (most importantly, a description of the image she saw), but what Tessa was given is enough.

Then, it’s Tessa’s turn to share. She talks through the basics of her conversations with Josie and Tyalangan, sparing her sibling’s potential embarrassment about some of the more sordid details. She adds what information she can to explain why the townspeople were looking at Mona like that; that led to a conversation about humans being used as breeding stock for various other species in this world. Then, lastly, Tessa addresses her bounties.

“So, I have bounties that involve sex acts I have never even considered before and you have bounties to teach us how to do new sex acts? Sounds... convenient.”

“Or it sounds like a way to get us to consider working together on more than just saving the world. Given how Mona acted this morning about Craig, should we wait to ask permission for that sort of thing, my helping you learn how to do that?”

Tyalangan appears suddenly, sitting in a chair facing the two of them. “Sis, Andromeda, there is a world of difference between doing things within the harem and doing things outside it. Have you checked your score notifications yet? I am not so cruel as to insist you only do things with her. I will talk Mona down if she gets annoyed that you took the initiative to get better at sex, especially since she knows you all need points. Any other concerns I can assuage?”

Both of them check their phones. My XP score went up? When...

Andromeda appears to have come to the same conclusion as she did. The android asks the Host, “We can get XP for doing the bounties, can’t we?”

Tyalangan nods, a smirk on her lips.

That changes the tenor of the conversation. Andromeda seems to be thinking through the problem, “When the bonus objective says ‘in public,’ what...”

The Host smirks. “Where there is a possibility that you might be seen by someone not on staff or in the harem. Bare minimum, a hallway in the castle proper. The park just outside would work if you want to try for the ovation weekly.”

“And if I lack the proper equipment?”

“The proper equipment can be purchased. You know what they say: gotta spend money to make money.”

Two catalogs appear on the table. Tessa grabs one and starts flipping through it. So many sex toys on sale. All priced in BP, which they both have plenty of, as far as Tessa can tell. Andromeda blushes as she looks through it, asking questions about features and haggling about prices. Eventually, Andromeda makes her selections; a pretty basic dildo with a suction cup mount and a bottle of plain lubricant appears on the table.

Andromeda: -10 BP

“I have my own upstairs, Tyalangan. But I will keep this in mind when I have BP to spare.”

With a salute, the Host disappears into mist, gone as quickly as she arrived. Tessa stands, moving towards the door.

“Assuming we are going to do this, Andromeda, meet you in the throne room in ten minutes?”

Seeing her former student nod, Tessa starts to head up to the bedrooms. She needs to grab her “teacher’s aids.” The sea elf feels a little dirty calling her sex toys that, but that’s what they are going to be. Tessa is torn between wishing for Andromeda to not be there and for her to want to play this part of the game. She hopes that doing this is the right decision.

Mona

Bowling? Really? How middle school of Craig.

So, Mona was dragged into the hotel bowling alley. She had to put on the dorky bowling shoes. At least she got a cute pink 8 pound bowling ball to use! It has her Magical Cuties Go Go main on it! The pins are covered in tentacles, which is kind of hot.

Craig has a cute butt, Mona notes as the gnoll guy gets into position. They are about halfway through their first game and Craig is on pace to bowl at least 200. Mona will be lucky to get half of that. Watching Craig nail another strike, Mona claps. “Whoo!”

Craig struts his hyena stuff back to the seats and downs half a beer. His ball (featuring him in a magical girl dress) pops out from the ball retrieval thingy. “Your turn, short stuff.”

Puffing her cheeks out, Mona takes her ball and approaches the line. “How’d you get so good at this?” She lines up her shot as best she can and chucks the ball down the lane. She hit a pin! It falls over! I got a point!

“Bowling is one of the few ‘sports’ I could play that didn’t involve severe knee pain. Plus, I can sit and drink while waiting my turn.”

Her ball returns, so she grabs it and tries again. She tries to aim. She throws! The ball doesn’t bounce this time! She hit a different pin than last time! Some fall over! Yay, points! She skips back to the seating area.

“Nice. 4 points that frame. You’re improving, short stuff.”

Mona beams. I am getting better.

Craig boldly approaches the line and lines up his throw. Another strike. Wow, he’s really good at this!

Tegan

After dinner, Tegan returns to the range. While the few shots she was able to take during the afternoon training session was nice, she really needs more, especially since they took her equipment back when training was over. This time, she rings the dinner bell.

“So, Tiny Tits, you CAN learn!” the irritating range mistress drawls as the door opens. Tegan resists the urge to snap. She is rewarded with a question, “What can I do for you?”

“I am here for archery training.”

The big-titted cow smirks. “Very well. The session fee?”

Tegan: -20 BP

Tegan was expecting to be handed a compound bow like yesterday. Instead, she is given a short recurve bow and some arrows. “The fuck is this?”

“You are going to learn how to shoot recurve bows; you need to get used to the different draw.”

The vicious vixen growls, “And why the fuck do I need to do that?”

The cow shakes her head, “Looks like you need a lesson before the lesson. Come on in.”

Tegan is invited into the armory. A compound bow is sitting on a table and Tegan reaches for it immediately. The elven freak sashays towards the opposite end of the room, then begins, “So, this is another training zone, so ouchies turn to arousal. Your free lesson is this: you are NOT practicing for shooting still targets. Your targets will shoot back. What happens if you use that bow against someone better than you?” The freak pulls out an old-timey revolver and slaps herself on the butt like a pervert.

“Like you are better than me, degenerate.”

The freak rests a hand on her hip, quipping, “Ready?”

Tegan nocks and arrow and pulls it back. Then, quick as lightning, the freak fires a single shot, shattering the top pulley on the bow. The bowstring falls slack. The fuck? How was that shot possible?

“What you gonna do now?” the freak taunts. When Tegan just glares at her, she adds, “If you have a recurve bow, you’d have a chance to restring in the heat of combat, provided your meat shields can get you enough cover. Could you restring that compound bow right now?”

Tegan snarls, “Could you fight without that blasted toy, freak?”

“I’ll admit, not as effectively, but I certainly can.” A strange crossbow looking contraption assembles itself on her shoulder. Then, she pulls out a screwdriver and it starts to glow with a blue light.

“And you think those things can hurt?”

The freak shrugs and blasts Tegan with a beam of cold that makes her shudder from a sudden climax soaking her panties. Then hits her with a blast of warmth from the crossbow thing that has her cream her panties again. “You tell me. Dead three times over two turns, Tiny Tits. Wanna learn how to shoot something that will let you survive a small case of equipment failure?”

Tegan grumbles, but walks out to try the shortbow. It goes okay. Tegan needs to work on her draw strength, as she can’t rely on the pulleys of a compound bow to handle a good portion of the load anymore. Restringing it is way too difficult right now, too, once the leather clad freak shows her how. Still, the teasing cow gives some good pointers.

Tegan: Partial Success – Shortbow weapon proficiency lesson (3 XP / 5 XP)

Tegan: +3 XP (Training Session)

Tegan will be back in the morning. She’s going to prove that cow that she’s not one to be taken lightly.